Post by Jeeves on Jun 11, 2015 18:44:42 GMT -4
The God of Skies, who is known to the Êtiren as Abrac, created the World of Azei for his own pleasure. Beautiful lands, with forests filled with flowers, great rivers that flowed through the valleys between mountains, running down cliffs and finally settling in lakes. It was a wonderous world. The Lord Abrac then created all the animals, and other creatures. He created fish, and birds, frogs, mice, cats, dogs, and all that was peaceful in the world.
Of all these creatures, his favorite was the Thaniren. Souls, he gave them, and he blessed them with immortality. And so the Thaniren became the First Race of Men.
But there were carniverous creatures, created by his foe Särthuil the Deceiver, also called Vaalkor. Gryphons, dragons, golems, treants, trolls and many more.
The Thaniren were a humble people, and lived peacefully for three thousand years. They spent most of their time worshipping Abrac, who in their tongue was called Elezar. Things simply went on like this, until, that is, they met the Dragons. Forty men were sent out to investigate a strange sighting outside a cave. In the cave slept the beast, the dragon. It was huge to them, at least sixty feet long, and forty feet tall. It's coal black wings stretched out nearly a hundred feet. It would take all forty of them to restrain him. And yet, they succeeded. They came back to Beràn Dor, their capital, and told this to the King.
The King and many men came out to see the beast. They studied him carefully, until they began to worry that he might break loose from his binds. And so, they built around the cave a fortress, and had a hundred men guard it at all times. A great, heavy stone was placed in front of the cave to seal it. Little did they know, this particular dragon was Kalloth, the Dragon Prince. The Dragon King sent out his troops to reclaim his only son, and heir to the throne of Dragoth. As the dragons flew toward Draegun Kul, as they called the fortress, they were met by the spears of men.
"Kill them!" Shouted the guards, lining up to defend the fort.
They threw sharp, jagged-bladed spears into the air, aiming so horribly it seemed that they were trying to pierce the sky itself. One would expect the King to hire better guards to defend such a 'terrible' foe. The dragons, enraged at this, breathed fire into them. The men were enwreathed in flames, and the fire burnt the iron fortress to ashes. The beasts took their Prince and flew away. And so began the First War of Men and Dragons, a terrible war that lasted a hundred and ninety four years. One hundred and ninety four years, it was, until the end of the reign of King Belèthar the Wicked.
The war took sixty thousand Thanir lives (there were only a hundred and ten thousand of them), and nearly the same number of dragons' lives, although there were more dragons than Thanir. For the next two thousand and eight hundred years, the dragons and Thanir lived in peace. Of course, on the two thousand eight hundred and first anniversary of the signing of the peace treaty, a dragon was caught with the Princess of Baelthaia. A dragon in human form, that is, as there were shapeshifters amongst them, mainly the Druids though. Anyway, war waged again between them, only this time, it led to the extinction of dragons, and of the Thanir.
One Thanir family, however, who were direct descendants of the first King, Lothlorean, survived. They were no longer of pure Thaniren blood however, and had some dragon blood in their veins. There was also some Zaerk blood, and from that, a tad Daimon blood. Anyway, they survived and had children, and continued their bloodline as if they were starting the world anew. What they didn't know at the time, was that The Lord Abrac, or Elezar, had given up on their race and started anew. To the far East, in lands they had never seen, the second race of men had been created. They were the Êtiren, the Men of the East.
And so the Age of the West was over, and a new age was born.
Of all these creatures, his favorite was the Thaniren. Souls, he gave them, and he blessed them with immortality. And so the Thaniren became the First Race of Men.
But there were carniverous creatures, created by his foe Särthuil the Deceiver, also called Vaalkor. Gryphons, dragons, golems, treants, trolls and many more.
The Thaniren were a humble people, and lived peacefully for three thousand years. They spent most of their time worshipping Abrac, who in their tongue was called Elezar. Things simply went on like this, until, that is, they met the Dragons. Forty men were sent out to investigate a strange sighting outside a cave. In the cave slept the beast, the dragon. It was huge to them, at least sixty feet long, and forty feet tall. It's coal black wings stretched out nearly a hundred feet. It would take all forty of them to restrain him. And yet, they succeeded. They came back to Beràn Dor, their capital, and told this to the King.
The King and many men came out to see the beast. They studied him carefully, until they began to worry that he might break loose from his binds. And so, they built around the cave a fortress, and had a hundred men guard it at all times. A great, heavy stone was placed in front of the cave to seal it. Little did they know, this particular dragon was Kalloth, the Dragon Prince. The Dragon King sent out his troops to reclaim his only son, and heir to the throne of Dragoth. As the dragons flew toward Draegun Kul, as they called the fortress, they were met by the spears of men.
"Kill them!" Shouted the guards, lining up to defend the fort.
They threw sharp, jagged-bladed spears into the air, aiming so horribly it seemed that they were trying to pierce the sky itself. One would expect the King to hire better guards to defend such a 'terrible' foe. The dragons, enraged at this, breathed fire into them. The men were enwreathed in flames, and the fire burnt the iron fortress to ashes. The beasts took their Prince and flew away. And so began the First War of Men and Dragons, a terrible war that lasted a hundred and ninety four years. One hundred and ninety four years, it was, until the end of the reign of King Belèthar the Wicked.
The war took sixty thousand Thanir lives (there were only a hundred and ten thousand of them), and nearly the same number of dragons' lives, although there were more dragons than Thanir. For the next two thousand and eight hundred years, the dragons and Thanir lived in peace. Of course, on the two thousand eight hundred and first anniversary of the signing of the peace treaty, a dragon was caught with the Princess of Baelthaia. A dragon in human form, that is, as there were shapeshifters amongst them, mainly the Druids though. Anyway, war waged again between them, only this time, it led to the extinction of dragons, and of the Thanir.
One Thanir family, however, who were direct descendants of the first King, Lothlorean, survived. They were no longer of pure Thaniren blood however, and had some dragon blood in their veins. There was also some Zaerk blood, and from that, a tad Daimon blood. Anyway, they survived and had children, and continued their bloodline as if they were starting the world anew. What they didn't know at the time, was that The Lord Abrac, or Elezar, had given up on their race and started anew. To the far East, in lands they had never seen, the second race of men had been created. They were the Êtiren, the Men of the East.
And so the Age of the West was over, and a new age was born.