I got up with a bit of drool on my lip,a splitting head ache (either from the necromancy or the beer), and feeling like I ate something I probably should never have eaten ever (I figure it was probably from the guts on my face). I was glad that someone either hadn't come into the Flagon Slayer to see me cuddling up to a corpse (not because I care, I just don't want to have to explain things to guards, because they never really listen to me as I have mentioned many times in the past.) Also covered in slime is not my favorite look, not my worst mind you, but I much rather prefer to be fully cleaned up when I'm going to be facing a new victim/friend/person who's going to try and kill me. Again thankfully though no one came in. I was able to clean myself (swap to different clothes shave a little bit) basically be presentable to all those people I was planning on having to kill (look I'd love to talk my way out of things but we both know that never ever works).
Unfortunately the information I ripped out of the vessel was mostly just geographic. He didn't know much of the darkness, he was only an empty shell that had been filled to accomplish a task. All I really got was where he came from and how to get back there. Which was more than I had to begin with. I also knew that he came from some kind of underground city, which was terrifying, bad enough to be in a cave, worse still to have to go door to door in some stone prison city trying to find Valrym and avoid whatever the hell is down there.
I gathered some extra supplies (I know crazy right me actually preparing I'm a man of contradiction), mostly just food, torches, and a lot of flammable liquids (you never have enough things to burn creatures with). I also boarded my horse, because the darkness wasn't that far away (not much of a surprise that Valrym was living near the entrance to his old foes, in fact I bet thats why he chose Rosetia to keep track of his enemies). So I had a full pack, a full belly, and was full of myself. I was all set!
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Blah Blah Evil Blah Blah Blah
"Champion? You must be confused, I'm just here for a drink." Despite being covered in the fluids of one of his creatures like most things in life denial is my first response.
"Do not lie to me champion, you are here to fight us as your kind has always done, though you are dressed differently from the others." I guess not wearing armor, being a beacon of light or having a group of other people behind me clued him in I'm not the usual.
"Let me guess you're an evil guy here to be evil with his evil and you'll blah blah blah, my bones, or yadda yadda yadda my corpse and in the afterlife you'll crush my I don't even really care anymore!" I gathered up my rage at this whole day and scorched pale faces compatriots, it was actually fairly easy. I guess like a shadow when exposed to the light darkness tends to fade away. All the same I was well past the point of giving a care about what the current group of people claiming to want to hurt me were really going to talk about anyway. The creatures he brought with him pale face turned to me with a bit of a shocked look just in time for me to grab him by the throat and hold the earth sword slightly above his eyes.
"I won't talk, you can torture me all you want!"
"Honey, hush." Bad guys always assume they are the worst evil that was ever evil, they are wrong, and like most things in life there is always someone worse than they are. In this case that was me. See I try and be a good person, but when I'm pushed I go to the limit, I burn down villages, I kill families, I do everything bad people do because I am a bad person. See thats the real secret to how I win, its not luck and complete happenstance, its a willing to go that extra mile to be badder than whatever you are facing. In this case it was willing to use Necromancy on whatever this pathetic creature was. Ordinarily you want to avoid just using magic, especially destructive life sucking magic on something you don't understand, but I'm not exactly a careful kind of guy. With a jolt of energy pale face went from a living person to a dessicated husk in no time flat (yeah when you do flash angry necromancy thats also something that happens, though this person was also more of a flesh puppet than a real person, still had life and memories but not much of either).
Unfortunately as is the case with brute Necromancy the shock also hit me dead on. Flashes of imagery flooded my brain as well as the raw energy of whatever kept this puppet dancing. I didn't get much of a complete picture, but I did get a destination, a nearby cave that looked to lead to some kind of city. My mind overwhelmed from the raw power of it I collapsed next to the remains of my foes, as I drifted off to sleep I distinctly remember thinking "I wonder if this is the worst mess that's ever been in the Flagon Slayer" and I was in the dark.
"Do not lie to me champion, you are here to fight us as your kind has always done, though you are dressed differently from the others." I guess not wearing armor, being a beacon of light or having a group of other people behind me clued him in I'm not the usual.
"Let me guess you're an evil guy here to be evil with his evil and you'll blah blah blah, my bones, or yadda yadda yadda my corpse and in the afterlife you'll crush my I don't even really care anymore!" I gathered up my rage at this whole day and scorched pale faces compatriots, it was actually fairly easy. I guess like a shadow when exposed to the light darkness tends to fade away. All the same I was well past the point of giving a care about what the current group of people claiming to want to hurt me were really going to talk about anyway. The creatures he brought with him pale face turned to me with a bit of a shocked look just in time for me to grab him by the throat and hold the earth sword slightly above his eyes.
"I won't talk, you can torture me all you want!"
"Honey, hush." Bad guys always assume they are the worst evil that was ever evil, they are wrong, and like most things in life there is always someone worse than they are. In this case that was me. See I try and be a good person, but when I'm pushed I go to the limit, I burn down villages, I kill families, I do everything bad people do because I am a bad person. See thats the real secret to how I win, its not luck and complete happenstance, its a willing to go that extra mile to be badder than whatever you are facing. In this case it was willing to use Necromancy on whatever this pathetic creature was. Ordinarily you want to avoid just using magic, especially destructive life sucking magic on something you don't understand, but I'm not exactly a careful kind of guy. With a jolt of energy pale face went from a living person to a dessicated husk in no time flat (yeah when you do flash angry necromancy thats also something that happens, though this person was also more of a flesh puppet than a real person, still had life and memories but not much of either).
Unfortunately as is the case with brute Necromancy the shock also hit me dead on. Flashes of imagery flooded my brain as well as the raw energy of whatever kept this puppet dancing. I didn't get much of a complete picture, but I did get a destination, a nearby cave that looked to lead to some kind of city. My mind overwhelmed from the raw power of it I collapsed next to the remains of my foes, as I drifted off to sleep I distinctly remember thinking "I wonder if this is the worst mess that's ever been in the Flagon Slayer" and I was in the dark.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Where Are All the Guards?
Whenever I commit a crime there is always some kind of guard, or passerbye or witness, or something there to see me. I don't know how it is, and its not like I'm normally intending on committing crimes and take care to not have witnesses or authority figures nearby (no no not me I'm honest). The opposite happens when I get attacked, accosted, kidnapped, bamboozled, or otherwise inconvenienced! I'm actually of the belief that the guards are in on this! Universally if I'm in trouble they are never there ever! All cities, all countries in this world leave me alone. Like I exude some "Someone might kill him this time aura."
This is all just to explain how I fought in a major city with two creatures of darkness and not a damn person helped! I was propped along the wall my sword held loosely my vision slightly blurred from the hangover/just waking up. The creatures were stark naked, their bodies were covered in scars almost like they'd been stitched together from other beasts from down below. The one obvious feature I had to watch out for were claws, on all four of their appendages. The alleyway was somewhat narrow, which played into my strength (that being a two on one loses some of its advantage when the two have to attack from the same area), but from the looks of the claws they probably had some kind of poison or other nonesense on them, which put me at the "if I get cut I'm dead" playing field. I also had the earth champion sword, which as I'd already seen, cut through these guys like butter, and of course I use fire like some people have bad gas.
The sword was in my left hand, with my right I gathered some power. I didn't have to wait very long for the attack, the one on the right lunged forward its teeth snapped as it launched itself in the like a dog trying to bring down a larger animal. Its lunge my have been scary to someone who was perfectly sober and hasn't faced worse, but not so for one Trezlan Lorentino (don't know if I should be sad or happy about that statement). A burst of fire threw off the lunge, and a quick sword thrust to his midsection split open his intestines coating me in a bit of black goo, the creature howled as the sword impaled it (probably from the touch alone). The body collapsed behind me, I turned my attention to the remaining creature which was not waiting to be tagged in before it tried to claw me to oblivion. It opted for a straight thrust of those claws hoping the guts of his comrade would blind me, obviously he knew nothing of my abiltity to be coated in the guts of my enemies! With a simple parry I cut off the claws and since its thrust brought its head forward I was able to swing wide and behead the beast before it could make another move (like a kick with its freaky claw feet). I heard its teeth clicking in its head as the cursed thing hit the ground with a slump.
I had to move, outside of just murdering two things (which again despite them trying to kill me is hard to actually explain to a passing guard) I knew that Val was in trouble and I better check the Flagon Slayer for a lead or something (maybe he left another note? I didn't know he was somehow able to get me the first note!) I was also hoping he had something to clean up for me, because I could start to smell the remains of what I'd just killed and damn was it ever nasty! I made it inside the Flagon Slayer just in time to run across a man standing with two more of the creatures I'd just killed. The man looked a little bit like Morley, although ever pale as a corpse looking person always does in my mind.
"Champion, good of you to join us, after all I'd hate for you to miss your funeral." And that's where I'll leave you, again me facing odds not in my favor. But as I showed earlier, more numbers is just more of an opportunity to win! Or something, I dunno I've been trying to have more positive thinking as of late, its not helped at all, but I do find myself smiling like an idiot more often.
This is all just to explain how I fought in a major city with two creatures of darkness and not a damn person helped! I was propped along the wall my sword held loosely my vision slightly blurred from the hangover/just waking up. The creatures were stark naked, their bodies were covered in scars almost like they'd been stitched together from other beasts from down below. The one obvious feature I had to watch out for were claws, on all four of their appendages. The alleyway was somewhat narrow, which played into my strength (that being a two on one loses some of its advantage when the two have to attack from the same area), but from the looks of the claws they probably had some kind of poison or other nonesense on them, which put me at the "if I get cut I'm dead" playing field. I also had the earth champion sword, which as I'd already seen, cut through these guys like butter, and of course I use fire like some people have bad gas.
The sword was in my left hand, with my right I gathered some power. I didn't have to wait very long for the attack, the one on the right lunged forward its teeth snapped as it launched itself in the like a dog trying to bring down a larger animal. Its lunge my have been scary to someone who was perfectly sober and hasn't faced worse, but not so for one Trezlan Lorentino (don't know if I should be sad or happy about that statement). A burst of fire threw off the lunge, and a quick sword thrust to his midsection split open his intestines coating me in a bit of black goo, the creature howled as the sword impaled it (probably from the touch alone). The body collapsed behind me, I turned my attention to the remaining creature which was not waiting to be tagged in before it tried to claw me to oblivion. It opted for a straight thrust of those claws hoping the guts of his comrade would blind me, obviously he knew nothing of my abiltity to be coated in the guts of my enemies! With a simple parry I cut off the claws and since its thrust brought its head forward I was able to swing wide and behead the beast before it could make another move (like a kick with its freaky claw feet). I heard its teeth clicking in its head as the cursed thing hit the ground with a slump.
I had to move, outside of just murdering two things (which again despite them trying to kill me is hard to actually explain to a passing guard) I knew that Val was in trouble and I better check the Flagon Slayer for a lead or something (maybe he left another note? I didn't know he was somehow able to get me the first note!) I was also hoping he had something to clean up for me, because I could start to smell the remains of what I'd just killed and damn was it ever nasty! I made it inside the Flagon Slayer just in time to run across a man standing with two more of the creatures I'd just killed. The man looked a little bit like Morley, although ever pale as a corpse looking person always does in my mind.
"Champion, good of you to join us, after all I'd hate for you to miss your funeral." And that's where I'll leave you, again me facing odds not in my favor. But as I showed earlier, more numbers is just more of an opportunity to win! Or something, I dunno I've been trying to have more positive thinking as of late, its not helped at all, but I do find myself smiling like an idiot more often.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Trezlan Lorentino Vs Small Child
Yes I lied about the title of todays entry, no I don't feel bad about it. I'm a liar, have you not read the other entries? Besides this one is less wordy and more to the point. I was pleasantly passed out drunk in an alley, just minding my own business (as much as one can be while passed out in an alley) when I felt someone poking me. Now for anyone who's ever spent time drunk in public this is usually some kind of authority telling you to move along, so any kind of threat or unkind word can end badly for you. At the same time you are still probably a little drunk possibly hung over, so kindness is not paramount on your mind when rudely awakened in an awkward sleeping position where certain things hurt more than others.
"Are you an only child?" I inquired of the poker not knowing at the time they were literally a child.
"No no no no sir I have a brother." Small dirt on his face, not unlike hundreds of little street urchins in every city I've ever been in.
"Keep poking me and your brother will become one." He stopped nudging me and I propped myself up on the wall I'd been using as an unsuccessful pillow.
"I have have have have have..." His stutter seemed to be one of fear, he also could have just had one because he was a dumb little urchin child they all seemed to have one kind of vocal problem or another.
"Slow down use words." The boy swallowed and tried again, failed, and ended up handing me a letter and running off. I'll have to say it wasn't the oddest way I've had mail delivered, but it was one of the more obnoxious. Honestly I prefer mail to be left on my door step so I can retrieve it at my leisure, not poked and handed it by some obnoxious stuttering child before he runs off (if you are keeping track of my preferences I prefer also to be awakened by the smell of food). The letter was a simple fold piece of paper with only a few words on it.
-Captured by Darkness, need help
I didn't need to be a mind reader to know it was from Valrym, now how he got the message to a child will go down in mystery, or how the child managed to find me as well. What did not go down in mystery was what was standing in front of me when I lowered the letter. Val's description of creatures of the darkness was kind of vague, but having seen them with my own eyes it was obvious where they came from (and again having fought a few monsters in my own day). I figured they probably could feel the sword even though it was dangerous to them, or perhaps they followed the child on his errand as he sought out whoever he was after. All the same they were standing in front of me and I was still slighty drunk.
"Are you guys only childs?" And the battle was on.
"Are you an only child?" I inquired of the poker not knowing at the time they were literally a child.
"No no no no sir I have a brother." Small dirt on his face, not unlike hundreds of little street urchins in every city I've ever been in.
"Keep poking me and your brother will become one." He stopped nudging me and I propped myself up on the wall I'd been using as an unsuccessful pillow.
"I have have have have have..." His stutter seemed to be one of fear, he also could have just had one because he was a dumb little urchin child they all seemed to have one kind of vocal problem or another.
"Slow down use words." The boy swallowed and tried again, failed, and ended up handing me a letter and running off. I'll have to say it wasn't the oddest way I've had mail delivered, but it was one of the more obnoxious. Honestly I prefer mail to be left on my door step so I can retrieve it at my leisure, not poked and handed it by some obnoxious stuttering child before he runs off (if you are keeping track of my preferences I prefer also to be awakened by the smell of food). The letter was a simple fold piece of paper with only a few words on it.
-Captured by Darkness, need help
I didn't need to be a mind reader to know it was from Valrym, now how he got the message to a child will go down in mystery, or how the child managed to find me as well. What did not go down in mystery was what was standing in front of me when I lowered the letter. Val's description of creatures of the darkness was kind of vague, but having seen them with my own eyes it was obvious where they came from (and again having fought a few monsters in my own day). I figured they probably could feel the sword even though it was dangerous to them, or perhaps they followed the child on his errand as he sought out whoever he was after. All the same they were standing in front of me and I was still slighty drunk.
"Are you guys only childs?" And the battle was on.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Back to the Failure
"So thats the big sad story, you made a sword some people used it, died, and then in the end you retreated?" I had been a couple pints in to Val's story so I can admit my language a bit harsher than called for.
"I'm glad that of all the things I told you, this was your take away from it." Valrym really shouldn't blame me, he was the one supplying the beer, this was as always not my fault.
"Why not just make another sword? Why keep going after the same one at great risk to yourself?"
"It was the principal of the thing Trezlan, the sword was a symbol." I was swinging the sword around kind of lazily, I could see in Valrym's winces he really did not appreciate it, which had me keep doing.
"A symbol of failing to kill your enemy repeatedly and losing those you sent to do it?"
"We didn't always lose you inconsiderate," He grumbled and then gathered my mug, "You know what, get out, take that damn thing with you and be gone, and don't come back! I tire of you necromancer." I wanted to protest, but honestly I'd gotten what I needed and then some (including free beer! Everything goes better with free beer, I could hear you murdered my whole family and still feel better with free beer, of course it helps I don't have a family, but still). Valrym shooed me out of the Flagon Slayer and slammed the door behind me, I could hear a latch setting in and figured that was a bad way of winning customers, but moved on in my drunken glory. I was actually a bit more drunk than I had at first thought, which lead to me collapsing and passing out in a nearby alley (thankfully aside from the sword I'm sure I looked just like any other vagrant, which is not to comment on how I normally look or anything...)
Sadly my drunken slumber was set to be interupted before I fully got anywhere with it, but thats a tale for my next entry, an entry I will title "Trezlan and the Annoying Jerk Who Doesn't Understand Don't Bother Me While I'm Sleeping" I'll admit its a bit wordy.
"I'm glad that of all the things I told you, this was your take away from it." Valrym really shouldn't blame me, he was the one supplying the beer, this was as always not my fault.
"Why not just make another sword? Why keep going after the same one at great risk to yourself?"
"It was the principal of the thing Trezlan, the sword was a symbol." I was swinging the sword around kind of lazily, I could see in Valrym's winces he really did not appreciate it, which had me keep doing.
"A symbol of failing to kill your enemy repeatedly and losing those you sent to do it?"
"We didn't always lose you inconsiderate," He grumbled and then gathered my mug, "You know what, get out, take that damn thing with you and be gone, and don't come back! I tire of you necromancer." I wanted to protest, but honestly I'd gotten what I needed and then some (including free beer! Everything goes better with free beer, I could hear you murdered my whole family and still feel better with free beer, of course it helps I don't have a family, but still). Valrym shooed me out of the Flagon Slayer and slammed the door behind me, I could hear a latch setting in and figured that was a bad way of winning customers, but moved on in my drunken glory. I was actually a bit more drunk than I had at first thought, which lead to me collapsing and passing out in a nearby alley (thankfully aside from the sword I'm sure I looked just like any other vagrant, which is not to comment on how I normally look or anything...)
Sadly my drunken slumber was set to be interupted before I fully got anywhere with it, but thats a tale for my next entry, an entry I will title "Trezlan and the Annoying Jerk Who Doesn't Understand Don't Bother Me While I'm Sleeping" I'll admit its a bit wordy.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Darkness Wins Again
Now I'm sure you're wondering why these champions of the earth gods fought underground as opposed to just fighting on the surface like normal people (and thus legitimizing the fear of the things underground and strengthening the belief in what was going on?) Well first because once you let the creatures out of the dark places then they can take over more. Secondly they tend to stick to those caves because they don't like light. Third they are the freaking earth gods not the regular land gods, fighting in open fields would go antithesis to being of the earth! Lastly you might be wondering why not just seal the caves? Because then they can sit there and breed where you can't see them and emerge when and where you don't know where they are (on this point I can surely attest it doesn't matter, but Valrym was pretty serious about it).
And so it came to be that Valrym the avatar of dying gods set foot in a cave of his enemies to retrieve a weapon on the hope a champion would come. Valrym was dressed in heavy plate mail of his own construction, etched with different magics over the years (mostly for protectiong, wearing attack runes is a good way to get yourself blown up). He also was weilding his large hammer, because he never was much one for swords (despite making the weapon himself). The cave was massive and strewn with the last of the earth champions, it had been a failed offensive five years prior that had sent them down there, one last go at it to try and score a blow for everyone else that went disasterously (and now you are going to wonder why the darkness has not risen up and killed us all? Don't worry I say thats coming sadly).
The bodies of the soldiers were partially eaten and rotting, the entire cave was a testament to death. The creatures of the darkness were no where to be found, not even their bodies. Valrym had seen them eat their own dead in some kind of bizare cannabilisistic ritual. The soldiers hadn't even made it in very far, Valrym long suspected there had been traitors in the order, the creatures of the black were always ready to stop the Earthen soldiers as of late and this offensive had been especially futile, as if they too knew that a loss here would destroy their former enemy.
Val found the sword next to the last champion to wield it, his body was propped against a wall, the sword laying next to him probably where it fell when he died. There wasn't a sound in the caves, no creatures were stirring. Val considered it lucky most of the time he himself had to fight his way into these caves to retrieve the sword, but even their enemy seemed to be at ease for once. Valrym took up the blade and sheathed it, his task complete he turned around and came face to face with the spectre of a man. It wasn't a person, made no mind to hide that, the features were all wrong, eyes in the wrong place, mouth all messed up, arms and legs all of different lengths. No clothing either, overly pale skin marked with all sorts of nasty marks and sores.
"Avatar you came to collect your sword again? Will you send another champion soon?" The creature twisted its head around while speaking and then turned it back again, it was alarming to say the least.
"We have no more champions left to send." Valrym was tense, he didn't see others of these types of creature, but the Darkness was a tricky beast and deception was always on the menu.
"A shame, you were a good enemy, will you die with your gods I wonder?" The creature talked normal despite its appearence.
"No I will not, and eventually I'll come back down here and end you all."
"Doubtful," The creature smiled its ugly red yellow teeth stood in contrast to the rest of it, "You are welcome to try though, keep the sword it hurts those who try and take it, and be gone these places are not for your kind." The creature turned to leave, Valrym thought he could kill it while its back was turned, but there wasn't any point. He was there for the sword, he got the sword, and he knew it was just a good idea to leave before things got worse.
And so the sword returned with Valrym where it sat gathering dust until he stupidly gave it to a necromancer as a reward for saving his life from another necromancer. Fun story right? I tell you this one kills at parties. That I don't have and I'm not invited to, but the parties in my mind? People love it.
And so it came to be that Valrym the avatar of dying gods set foot in a cave of his enemies to retrieve a weapon on the hope a champion would come. Valrym was dressed in heavy plate mail of his own construction, etched with different magics over the years (mostly for protectiong, wearing attack runes is a good way to get yourself blown up). He also was weilding his large hammer, because he never was much one for swords (despite making the weapon himself). The cave was massive and strewn with the last of the earth champions, it had been a failed offensive five years prior that had sent them down there, one last go at it to try and score a blow for everyone else that went disasterously (and now you are going to wonder why the darkness has not risen up and killed us all? Don't worry I say thats coming sadly).
The bodies of the soldiers were partially eaten and rotting, the entire cave was a testament to death. The creatures of the darkness were no where to be found, not even their bodies. Valrym had seen them eat their own dead in some kind of bizare cannabilisistic ritual. The soldiers hadn't even made it in very far, Valrym long suspected there had been traitors in the order, the creatures of the black were always ready to stop the Earthen soldiers as of late and this offensive had been especially futile, as if they too knew that a loss here would destroy their former enemy.
Val found the sword next to the last champion to wield it, his body was propped against a wall, the sword laying next to him probably where it fell when he died. There wasn't a sound in the caves, no creatures were stirring. Val considered it lucky most of the time he himself had to fight his way into these caves to retrieve the sword, but even their enemy seemed to be at ease for once. Valrym took up the blade and sheathed it, his task complete he turned around and came face to face with the spectre of a man. It wasn't a person, made no mind to hide that, the features were all wrong, eyes in the wrong place, mouth all messed up, arms and legs all of different lengths. No clothing either, overly pale skin marked with all sorts of nasty marks and sores.
"Avatar you came to collect your sword again? Will you send another champion soon?" The creature twisted its head around while speaking and then turned it back again, it was alarming to say the least.
"We have no more champions left to send." Valrym was tense, he didn't see others of these types of creature, but the Darkness was a tricky beast and deception was always on the menu.
"A shame, you were a good enemy, will you die with your gods I wonder?" The creature talked normal despite its appearence.
"No I will not, and eventually I'll come back down here and end you all."
"Doubtful," The creature smiled its ugly red yellow teeth stood in contrast to the rest of it, "You are welcome to try though, keep the sword it hurts those who try and take it, and be gone these places are not for your kind." The creature turned to leave, Valrym thought he could kill it while its back was turned, but there wasn't any point. He was there for the sword, he got the sword, and he knew it was just a good idea to leave before things got worse.
And so the sword returned with Valrym where it sat gathering dust until he stupidly gave it to a necromancer as a reward for saving his life from another necromancer. Fun story right? I tell you this one kills at parties. That I don't have and I'm not invited to, but the parties in my mind? People love it.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
An Unwinnable War
Lots of people claim to fight the "darkness". Its normally a creed meaning you fight corruption, bad people, and demonish creatures not like an actual thing. But for Valrym, the darkness most certainly was/is a real thing that he has fought, continues to fight, and will probably die to some day. I didn't know this but when the God's came into being (on this he is sketchy or outright lying, I can't tell for sure but he made it sound like one day he was nothing and the next the squat little jerk face I hate today) they all had a task assigned by their believers. For some its easy (like being the god of love you are supposed to encourage people to have sex, probably the easiest job next to the god of bad decisions, they probably go hand in hand) for others like Valrym he was created to protect the deep places of the world, and the deep places as he said are full of damn evil.
Yeah it seems much like how gods are created so are the horrors of the world. You ever tell a child "be careful of this monster?" STOP DOING THAT! Apparently it creates the damn things wholesale if Valrym is to be believed, and as someone who has fought similar creatures I'm really tired of having new nightmares fight my old nightmares to become mega nightmares. So the earth gods and Valrym as their Avatar (yes I said gods, back then there were multiple, not so much today) were tasked with fighting the Darkness. Each victory over evil was more reason for their believers to trust in their ability to fight it and so the gods got stronger. Which seems like a good thing until you realize no belief lasts forever, while evil is ever lasting, and so their foes got stronger but their victories fewer which weakened their support base (well that and Valrya murdering Valrym's believers like no ones business but honestly by the time that happened they were already pretty beat up).
The gods were not idiots though, they could see their power waning and their avatar getting weaker. So they did what anyone would do, they turned to their followers and asked for help (I mean what good is being in charge when you can't actually demand something of those you are leading). And so the champions of the earth guard began. A group of warriors lead by a man wielding the sword I now have in my possession (so you can already see how successful they were) the sword imbued with the power of the earth gods initially scored victories and believers soared. But again you are fighting a war against darkness and you can't win that ever.
Over the centuries the champions won and lost battle on battle, Valrym the gods avatar aided these people as he could, but he alone as before could not defeat the darkness and so the champions eventually fell as all heroes must. The sword remained a beacon, aquiring it back after a hero fell became a story in of itself for each champion, a kind of testing ground to see how worthy they were to wield the blade. Sadly as I said before, it was a losing fight. Every time a champion fell there were less champions to charge into the fray for next time.
It was shortly after Valrya murdered most of the remaining followers of the earth gods that Valrym was tasked with retrieving the sword by himself. His gods that were basically his parents were dying, their lack of followers combined with darkness overwhelming them in their own realms had lead to one final task, retrieve their weapon and wait for a day when it might see use again for the right reasons (so I'm sure whatever afterlife gods get, they are fuming its in my possession). And that tale, the tale of the final time Valrym fought beneath the earth, is one I will tell. Tomorrow naturally, I have to string you along little journal. Its what I do!
Yeah it seems much like how gods are created so are the horrors of the world. You ever tell a child "be careful of this monster?" STOP DOING THAT! Apparently it creates the damn things wholesale if Valrym is to be believed, and as someone who has fought similar creatures I'm really tired of having new nightmares fight my old nightmares to become mega nightmares. So the earth gods and Valrym as their Avatar (yes I said gods, back then there were multiple, not so much today) were tasked with fighting the Darkness. Each victory over evil was more reason for their believers to trust in their ability to fight it and so the gods got stronger. Which seems like a good thing until you realize no belief lasts forever, while evil is ever lasting, and so their foes got stronger but their victories fewer which weakened their support base (well that and Valrya murdering Valrym's believers like no ones business but honestly by the time that happened they were already pretty beat up).
The gods were not idiots though, they could see their power waning and their avatar getting weaker. So they did what anyone would do, they turned to their followers and asked for help (I mean what good is being in charge when you can't actually demand something of those you are leading). And so the champions of the earth guard began. A group of warriors lead by a man wielding the sword I now have in my possession (so you can already see how successful they were) the sword imbued with the power of the earth gods initially scored victories and believers soared. But again you are fighting a war against darkness and you can't win that ever.
Over the centuries the champions won and lost battle on battle, Valrym the gods avatar aided these people as he could, but he alone as before could not defeat the darkness and so the champions eventually fell as all heroes must. The sword remained a beacon, aquiring it back after a hero fell became a story in of itself for each champion, a kind of testing ground to see how worthy they were to wield the blade. Sadly as I said before, it was a losing fight. Every time a champion fell there were less champions to charge into the fray for next time.
It was shortly after Valrya murdered most of the remaining followers of the earth gods that Valrym was tasked with retrieving the sword by himself. His gods that were basically his parents were dying, their lack of followers combined with darkness overwhelming them in their own realms had lead to one final task, retrieve their weapon and wait for a day when it might see use again for the right reasons (so I'm sure whatever afterlife gods get, they are fuming its in my possession). And that tale, the tale of the final time Valrym fought beneath the earth, is one I will tell. Tomorrow naturally, I have to string you along little journal. Its what I do!
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