Ezralora
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 5, 2018
- Location
- Somewhere in Limbo at the moment.
So in the beginning, gosh can't believe i started it like that. There was a world that was left fairly inhabitable. That was until primordial beings took an interest in it, and created life. It was then however, that they realised something about the planet, that it was a thin veil between the physical and spiritual world. Due to these creatures were attracted to the positive emotions emitted.
The Pantheon of primordial beings not pleased about this worked hard to fight back the tide of on coming demons and other dark forces. That was until they realised that there was a hand looming over the demons, controlling them and directing them towards this single planet. So the gods, had enough. They created seals over the veil to prevent anything from getting in from the Spirit Realm. Which worked for a time, until they found a weaker point and started to attack that.
The Primordial beings, once again clashed with these dark apparitions, and pushed them back. However, upon looking at the world they had created, the life that had started. They realised that the battle had nearly destroyed everything that they had made. The beings, not wanting to have their creations destroyed again set about a final attempt to keep these forces at bay.
They created a celestial realm where each god would create their own realm to be in, and act as a lock on a door of the veil, but there was one other step. They sent two of their own into the Spirit Realm to confront and try to cease the demons attacks, and end them. Promising that they would be worshipped by the new life created, and would not be forgotten on their mission. But time travels differently in the spirit realm. Centuries passed, and the current gods of the world did not uphold their promise, leaving the two sent there named only as The Forgotten, the only ones knowing who they are, are themselves.
The Forgotten still pursue in the spirit realm and realised that there was more than demons beneath there. Fey creatures, a different kind of magic, monsters, and strange beings dwelled lived and walked along the astral world. Will they be able to stop the demons before the next grand attack, and what will they learn in this foreign land?
Going through the veil was something he would have never seen himself doing as he travelled. It was a long tunnel of light with goodness knows what at the other end of it. It felt as though his body was being twisted and warped, stretched and crushed as he moved through it. 'What will be on the other end...' He thought to himself before he came to a sudden stop. It was black, he couldn't see a thing. He then realised his eyes were closed and slowly opened them. 'Wait...' He looked down at himself, seeing that he was not how he was on the other side. He was physical, tangible. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, he had been sent here with another to deal with.. yes the threat that was threatening the living beings in the physical world.
Fiarn gazed around the sight, the land was strange, like it shouldn't be. Spirits, and creatures flew in the sky that looked like the one in the real world, except for the two suns blazing down over the landscape. Everything seemed twisted, into something that shouldn't be, trees were taller than they should be, grass swayed freely hiding strange creatures that fluttered around, tending to them, with small wings on their backs. In all the land, the god thought that these creatures would come from. This wasn't it... it looked too nice and peaceful.
Fiarn moved over slowly, through the grass his flowing red robe, trailing in the grass. His robe was made up of a top with baggy sleeves, exposing his bandaged hands and forearms, and the bottom part allowed just touched the ground. He came to a stop to peer into the stream breaking the ground, widening his eyes at his appearance and how it changed. His eyes were a glowing silver colour, and his hair, long and bushy stretching down his back, sticking out everywhere was a midnight blue in colour. His ears, pointed at the end, and a faint stubble over his ashen skinned face. Which was more pale grey than white. Looking down at his hands, he saw that they had sharp black nails at the ends of them. He had been, no was the God of the Night, Moon, Death and Rebirth in the physical plain... Was this an appearance he chose subconsciously or bestowed upon him by something greater? Shaking his head at the questions coming into his head, he turned back to where he had appeared, wondering where the other one was, and who else had been nominated to go with him. His ears twitching at the flowing sounds of the water behind him, and the creatures in the tall grass.
The Pantheon of primordial beings not pleased about this worked hard to fight back the tide of on coming demons and other dark forces. That was until they realised that there was a hand looming over the demons, controlling them and directing them towards this single planet. So the gods, had enough. They created seals over the veil to prevent anything from getting in from the Spirit Realm. Which worked for a time, until they found a weaker point and started to attack that.
The Primordial beings, once again clashed with these dark apparitions, and pushed them back. However, upon looking at the world they had created, the life that had started. They realised that the battle had nearly destroyed everything that they had made. The beings, not wanting to have their creations destroyed again set about a final attempt to keep these forces at bay.
They created a celestial realm where each god would create their own realm to be in, and act as a lock on a door of the veil, but there was one other step. They sent two of their own into the Spirit Realm to confront and try to cease the demons attacks, and end them. Promising that they would be worshipped by the new life created, and would not be forgotten on their mission. But time travels differently in the spirit realm. Centuries passed, and the current gods of the world did not uphold their promise, leaving the two sent there named only as The Forgotten, the only ones knowing who they are, are themselves.
The Forgotten still pursue in the spirit realm and realised that there was more than demons beneath there. Fey creatures, a different kind of magic, monsters, and strange beings dwelled lived and walked along the astral world. Will they be able to stop the demons before the next grand attack, and what will they learn in this foreign land?
Going through the veil was something he would have never seen himself doing as he travelled. It was a long tunnel of light with goodness knows what at the other end of it. It felt as though his body was being twisted and warped, stretched and crushed as he moved through it. 'What will be on the other end...' He thought to himself before he came to a sudden stop. It was black, he couldn't see a thing. He then realised his eyes were closed and slowly opened them. 'Wait...' He looked down at himself, seeing that he was not how he was on the other side. He was physical, tangible. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, he had been sent here with another to deal with.. yes the threat that was threatening the living beings in the physical world.
Fiarn gazed around the sight, the land was strange, like it shouldn't be. Spirits, and creatures flew in the sky that looked like the one in the real world, except for the two suns blazing down over the landscape. Everything seemed twisted, into something that shouldn't be, trees were taller than they should be, grass swayed freely hiding strange creatures that fluttered around, tending to them, with small wings on their backs. In all the land, the god thought that these creatures would come from. This wasn't it... it looked too nice and peaceful.
Fiarn moved over slowly, through the grass his flowing red robe, trailing in the grass. His robe was made up of a top with baggy sleeves, exposing his bandaged hands and forearms, and the bottom part allowed just touched the ground. He came to a stop to peer into the stream breaking the ground, widening his eyes at his appearance and how it changed. His eyes were a glowing silver colour, and his hair, long and bushy stretching down his back, sticking out everywhere was a midnight blue in colour. His ears, pointed at the end, and a faint stubble over his ashen skinned face. Which was more pale grey than white. Looking down at his hands, he saw that they had sharp black nails at the ends of them. He had been, no was the God of the Night, Moon, Death and Rebirth in the physical plain... Was this an appearance he chose subconsciously or bestowed upon him by something greater? Shaking his head at the questions coming into his head, he turned back to where he had appeared, wondering where the other one was, and who else had been nominated to go with him. His ears twitching at the flowing sounds of the water behind him, and the creatures in the tall grass.