Aurora, The Land of Twilight and Falsities
In the middle of marbled floors stood a white robed young man with his eyes closed and the air gently brushing against him. Flashing before his very eyes, he could see it... see the very beings that he had to bring into this land and the world from where he had to draw them from. For a hundred years he has been practicing, studying, and focusing on this very image all for the sake of this very moment. The image he saw was at first the a great universe, one so vast and large that it seemed impossible to comprehend.
Luci atque umbris convenerant audient vocem conditor et solvere signacula eius impositum mundo.
As he chanted, the image became more clear and focused, descending upon a set of planets in a system that looked as if he could touch it if he simply reached out to grasp it.
Praestante penes me inducam in mundum ut occideres et renovare.
The world was young, yet beautiful... unlike the one that he lived in now. He could see things so very familiar yet so very different compared to his own. There were no elves, dwarves, or even dragons... things that were common and well-known were but fairy tales in this world that he was reaching out towards.
Renovare. Renovare. Renova sequi ... et venit aestus super filios animalium Noir conditoris.
A world the same, yet so vastly different... one filled with innovations of all kinds and a single apex race... yet no prominent God that shows itself if there was to be one. Everyone had freedom and willpower to do as they pleased...
His autem qui inseritur benedictio imaginem agedum mundum commutabit.
Then, he saw them. He saw those that had traces of His Essence... the Essence of the Maker. For a moment, he was there and he could sense the very foundations of the planet itself upon the soles of his shoes. He could taste the air, smell the sweets of goods, and feel sense of freedom that the life had on this planet... and with all of his power and might, he brought them with him back to his own world... along with grabbing a little something for himself.
Filii terra!
As the young man robed in white finished chanting, he opened his eyes and smiled with his hand outstretched. The ritual was completed and thus, the world changed once more...
A ritual, one unlike any other... one that required a century to master, was performed and upon its completion, it broke the very boundaries of the world of Aurora and brought beings that were capable of changing the very foundation of the realm.
All over the world of Aurora, beacons of crimson light flared up as the ritual tore apart the very fabrics that kept this world and the one next door to it separated. What this World needed again, was the return of beings... beings that despite everything never gave up, were capable of changing and growing, were weak but were also strong of heart and mind, and would be capable of changing Aurora for better or for worst. What the world hadn't realized, but the God of Technology had, was that the Human Race despite being weak was in fact incredibly strong in their means of survival, that they would do anything if it meant to survive and protect those that they love and care about... or if it meant to pursue and preserve their own happiness.
So what better way than to bring back the race of humans... but stronger, and with an even greater sense of purpose?
This, was what this ritual was for- to bring those that The Maker's remaining essence deemed worthy from Earth into Aurora and gift them with the powers that best suite them, along with the ability to grow stronger.
All over the world of Aurora, beacons of crimson light flared up as the ritual tore apart the very fabrics that kept this world and the one next door to it separated. What this World needed again, was the return of beings... beings that despite everything never gave up, were capable of changing and growing, were weak but were also strong of heart and mind, and would be capable of changing Aurora for better or for worst. What the world hadn't realized, but the God of Technology had, was that the Human Race despite being weak was in fact incredibly strong in their means of survival, that they would do anything if it meant to survive and protect those that they love and care about... or if it meant to pursue and preserve their own happiness.
So what better way than to bring back the race of humans... but stronger, and with an even greater sense of purpose?
This, was what this ritual was for- to bring those that The Maker's remaining essence deemed worthy from Earth into Aurora and gift them with the powers that best suite them, along with the ability to grow stronger.
This, is the beginning of their story...
Onboard Lovos, The Titan of the Skies
“Quickly, we do not have time to dilly dally! We must get in contact with the others. Activate the crystals at once!”
A bright orange spark flashed among the cove of crystals as the spellblades behind the white-robed young man snapped their fingers, and two hooded images flickered about before taking form in front of the one who spoke. Immediately, the red-robed figure spoke in a hurried tone.
“Have you finished the ritual, Master?”
“But of course! I take it you two have finished with preparing the defenses at your locations in case the Scions are to retaliate?”
“Yes. Although, we noticed that due to the circumstances that you spoke of and without our assistance, none of the Chosen weren’t summoned at our location… we suspect that some of them are still on our respective Titans, however…” spoke the blue one before sighing and nodding towards the red one.
“However, we believe that their powers aren’t what we expected. Even though we used The Maker’s essence that you provided, Master, we don’t think their current powers will be enough to help us… nor do we think we will be able to control them like how Tetram is with the Scions.”
“Of course not, the Maker’s Essence was only to bring them here and unlock their potential, not to bind them to our will as mindless puppets.”
“…Then what was the point of bring them here!?” shouted the blue one.
“A gamble; they have the potential now to grow stronger and learn anything that they wish… That, is the power of those who do not belong here, along with the ability of free will. Many of us forgot both The Maker’s and the Council of the Six Saints teachings, and that was to live happily with a sense of free will…” murmured the white-robed man as he smiled to no one in particular. “Now that the world has those who are capable of such things, whether it changes for the worst or the best will no longer be up to us, but them- those who are blessed with the Essence of The Maker.”
The other two grew silent as their Master spoke, before nodding in slight hesitation. “But was it wise to summon them without reaching Kael’valtar, first?” asked the red one as they lifted their head.
“Yes… for I believe danger is approaching all three of us at this very instant. I can hear the sound of Tetram and his Scions moving… almost as if they’re aware of what we are doing. I’ve already sent out the Dragonriders to scout the area, as should you both. Double up on the parameters of the Titans, while having the others prepared just in case.”
“Yes, Master.”
In unison the two spoke and nodded their head, before the crystals faded out and their images disappeared. Frowning a bit, the white-robed man turned around before being followed by the tense elven Spellblades at his side. The man couldn’t help but smile in retaliation; of course they would be tense, they were of course protecting a God, a duty that couldn’t be taken lightly for a second. Still, while he was of course positive that most of the attacks would come for him while he was onboard the great Titan Lovos, he couldn’t help but worry about his two apprentices. They were still in-training and new to the bloodshed.
Walking down the corridor with the Spellblades by his side, the God just thought back to his previous deductions: the Six Saints aren’t dead… there were no bodies, nor were their traces of them being killed or anything… and his recent discovery just helped to solidify his theory. However, if they weren’t dead, then what happened to them? It was due to this recent discovery that he decided to have the Maker’s Chosen summoned earlier than planned, along with take the position on top of the Titan Lovos himself.
“Lord Cherin!” spoke a rattled tan orc as he charged towards the God, practically out of breath. It was clear that he had ran quite a while, despite the heavy armor he wore and the massive axe upon his back that as roughly the length of himself.
“Yes, Gukmar? What is it… and why are you so tired?”
“Not important… What is, is that Scions approach with Dragoons. Eighteen Dragoons in total, along with about fifty Harrier ships. They’ll be here in approximately four hours. We also received reports that the Titans Kormog and Gorlock have Scions approaching them as well, with similar numbers. We believe that they are aiming to take down the Titans while also look for you, Sir.”
A small smile emerged, before he nodded. “It’s been about… Three and a half hours since the summoning… You have three hours to find the ones I summoned upon Lovos and convince them to help us. Do not use force, but reason, Gukmar. Relay to my apprentices and have them do the same on their respective Titans. If they refuse to help us, that is fine- just find them a safe place in the meantime since things will be getting pretty nasty fairly soon.”
Gukmar’s eyes twitched a bit, not too certain about the orders he received, but nonetheless nodded in confirmation. He wasn’t about to argue with a God of all people, and instead went to carry out the orders given to him.
“Now then, what will you do… oh humans of Earth?” murmured Cherin underneath his breath, so low that only he could hear, before smiling an eerie smile as he placed a single Earth candy into his mouth.
Within the Valleys on Lovos
Tsukino Rin, Mabel Ruline, Kyōkai Hana
Hours have passed since you all were brought upon the rough-looking ground before you, with various animals of all kind passing by. Despite the bursts of strong winds and the strange winged beasts soaring above, you are certain that whatever you are on is no longer the world from whence you came. The three of you were together, and decided to travel as a group for now, since who would dare to adventure in this strange new land by themselves?
Every so often, were you to look away, you might notice that large mountainous pillars might move ever so softly, almost as if they were alive... perhaps this new strange world is in constant movement, or perhaps you are not on a world at all, but on a living thing?
No matter the case, you haven't seen another human being besides the ones who were with you... Perhaps it is time to get to know one another? Surely now while there is still light out and the animals are off doing their own thing you can let your guard down.
Whatever you three do, it is up to you whether you stay or explore... although, do be careful of the wind...
Within the Forests on Gorlock
Fiona Swanhilde, Tamaki Asagami, Chloe Richards
The beautiful humming of birds fills your ears as you explore this strange forest that is clearly not of Earth. You've seen monkeys with three-tails, deer with scales, and even birds that look as if they could lift up small children!
Whatever kind of world you were brought into, its clear that you're far from home and you wont be getting back anytime soon.
Suddenly, you can hear the sound of rushing water as you enter a clearing- a river going into a massive lake. Having explored the forest for a good few hours, finding a source of water is a miracle. There you find multiple trees with a plethora of strange fruit, whether or not they are edible is up for debate. You also come across a mighty stag with strange reptilian hooves and mighty antlers drinking from the lake as it stands over the water with fur unlike any other creature.
It pauses for a moment, staring at you with a face like that of a humanoid's before smiling softly and returning to drink its fill. You can't help but feel as if you are all intruding, but the creature doesn't seem to mind your presence, and is instead welcoming you all to rest.
Might as well take this opportunity to relax and resupply... or do whatever it is that you may wish to do. Perhaps get to know one another? The choices are yours...
Within the Mountains on Kormog
Shill, Arimax "Max" Johnson, Filip De Veen
Out of all the places to be brought into... you three were brought inside of a living volcano- both figuratively and literally.
You've seen centipedes made out of molten magma crawl their way out of the pits of lava while scurrying off into corners to huddle and lay eggs, small little drake looking things with singular horns napping in what you assume to be nests, and crabs actually peeking out of the lava to look at you as you walk by.
Water would be rather lovely right about now, considering the place is burning hot. None the less, you can occasionally hear the sounds of something be spewed out... almost like smoke being let out from somewhere in rapid session, or steam from a vent of sorts.
Whatever the source is, it may be your only way out of here... but, it would seem that you have come towards a large metal door with nowhere else to go for now. You could perhaps break it down, or knock? Though, it does look far too sturdy for any of you to break it... and the path back is steaming yet again.
Whatever you three decide, better do it quick before you start dehydrating.
Kael’valtar, The City of Soaring Hopes
Darius Jacks, Joel Johnson, Mana Nagata
To awaken within a church after being brought into a strange new land is quite a predicament... especially when the church is deathly quiet and empty besides those who awoke with you. The doors leading out are lock, and you've been stuck inside for a while now... maybe a few hours at the most, but you can tell by the windows that you're not in an ordinary city. Looking out, you can see creatures walking about that were in fairy tales as a child... things that clearly shouldn't exist even... yet here they are, walking around and living their lives as if it were normal.
The sound of roaring dragons even echo above, signaling the sound of ferries and warriors returning from adventures from on far.
The whole site is simply as if it were a fantasy... yet you are certain that it is real... right? None of this could be a dream?
The church is beautiful and unlike anything you've ever seen, sculpted and constructed out of material that would surely cost a fortune. Heck, even at the chapel there stands a statue of a creature of some sort of imposing hooded being with his arms stretched wide. His face looks human, yet his physique is something entirely... not only that, but you can just feel that he isn't normal either.
Whatever the case is, it seems you're stuck for now... whatever you decide to do is up to you three.
Halls of the Fallen Saints
Valair Androda, 'Glaive', Rena Smith
Cold.
That's all that you can describe or think as you all trot down the hall. You all awoke a while now in place with no doors, windows or anything... except in a place completely underground where there be no light. Nothing but the freezing chill of frost and the shining glimmer ice is what keeps this place illuminated.
For whatever reason, this has been the only path that actually leads anywhere... besides, of course, climbing up, but the pillars of ice just keep on going up into the skies that you can't help but feel that it would be completely pointless.
However, your journey is not for naught, for you eventually come to a chamber of statues of six strange statues... Each vastly different compared to the other. They all line up along the room in a circular pattern, facing a door in the middle standing by itself that leads... no where? Who would build a door in the middle of the room that just heads to no where?
Were you to look around, you would see that there is no other path to go... and that the way you came from has suddenly disappeared. Whatever kind of place this is, it seems that you're stuck here till your doom.
You might as well get used to one another, or figure something out... because you all are going to be here for a while.
