Necromanteia

A religion based in the northwest of the map. The most prominent followers are the orcs. These are the Orcish tales of Necromanteia.

Nothing
In the beginning, there was Ο Αβύσσολος (The Abyss). It was a dark place, a chasm of no light. On it's elevated sides lay the Lands of Fire, Φελλαρός, and the Lands of Water, Αελαρός. Φελλαρός was a cruel place, filled with eternal flames and torturous entities that thrived on each other's souls known as Φελλ. Αελαρός, however, was a place of peace. The water gave off a Heavenly yellow hue as any who touched it would seem and feel better.

Eventually, the two realms had expanded towards Ο Αβύσσολος and their droplets mixed, creating Οί Οραθή (The Heavens) and Η Γή (The Earth). Two beings of great power, or Πρωτάρχικος (Prometheans). Οί Οραθή was a Πρωτάρχικος who looked almost as black as Ο Αβύσσολος, and was just as empty. But, he eventually grew a heart for Η Γή, a giant compared to him, but completely harmless and as loving as a mother. This love filled him with a light that would poke out of his dark attire and shine brightly. These Πρωτάρχικος ruled the Lands of Φελλαρός και Αελαρός separately, Οί Οραθή ruling the cutthroat Φελλαρός and Η Γή ruling the calming waters of Αελαρός. As they governed their lands, they loved each other more and more, even deciding to produce offspring.

However, a Φελλ that had visited Η Γή in his chambers one night had whispered him dark prophetic truths, which put him into a cold sweat. The Φελλ told him that the son born from Οί Οραθή would be the end of all, before it had even begun, and that Οί Οραθή planned this all along. The Φελλ's corruption slowly seeped into Οί Οραθή more and more as time passed, with his shining light slowly becoming more red. Until one day, the corruption had finally gotten to him. On one of the couple's many meetings, they had gotten into a fight about how Η Γή had purposely been ruling Αελαρός so that Οί Οραθή could not gain such power.

Η Γή, shocked by this, tried disputing such a claim. It was not successful, as in the midst of speaking Οί Οραθή had thrust a dagger made by the combined powers of himself and the Φελλ right into the stomach of Η Γή. She had died instantaneously, something that shouldn't have been possible, and yet it was thanks to the new dagger of Οί Οραθή. He continued to rule both lands from the newfound comfort of Φελλαρός, his corruption overtaken him and his love now completely gone.

Life
The lifeless body that was once Η Γή had fallen into Ο Αβύσσολος, and as it decayed, it created new life. Her body had hardened on the inside, whilst her skin softened and browned. Water from Αελαρός spilled over onto the body and created green life: Trees, grass, shrubbery, as well as rivers and lakes. Her exposed innards had created dangerous animal life, from the feeling of revenge that stuck there after she had passed.

These first animals were very dangerous and varied in description. Some were gigantic beasts with sharp teeth and claws, some were small but able to rip you to shreds before you may even understand what has happened. Her heart became diamond, her organs formed ore, and her brains sprang the first of the land's sentient life, the Γιτάνες; A clan of large green warrior people that would dominate over even the most dangerous of animals.

Nothing ever stopped them, as their willpower and courage would exceed anything this land had already offered. They lived as nomads, going from one place to the next, as their wars could never settle. They still respected their kills, however. They gave them valiant deaths and dug them graves to return them to Η Γή when it wasn't time to feed. They were humble and would live in peace with most animals.

Οί Οραθή had seen this new development and decided upon himself to name this new Land the Land of Life, or Γρασιρός. He had also decided that, now that Η Γή is dead, there would be no need for his dagger. And so, he threw it out into the seemingly bottomless Αβύσσολος. But, his corruption could not allow him to overlook the still prospering land that was once Η Γή, and his jealousy took over again. He claimed ownership over the land, as it was his right by way of victory, and had begun plotting something devious from his palace in Φελλαρός.

Chaos
Οί Οραθή had begun experimenting with the realms, mixing the three Lands to purposely create chaos in Γρασιρός as to spite the deceased Η Γή and the Γιτάνες, which he had become jealous of. He added fire to create lava, bombarding the landscape with fiery rocks. He flooded the world with water and watched as it tortured those that could not handle it.

Even as most of it receded, much landmass was gone as lakes had turned into seas. As if that wasn't enough, he removed the water from other areas to watch it dry. Many of the animals of Η Γή didn't survive. But, the Γιτάνες conquered all that he put before him. They had defeated fire, walking across it feeling no pain. They had defeated water, conquering it's tides with their sail boats with ease. And they had defeated the deserts, their temperament allowing them to go days, no, weeks without food or water and still be strong. Οί Οραθή was furious. He needed a way to horrify these people.

And so, to contend with this, Οί Οραθή mixed the three Lands to create monsters to distort the body of Η Γή. These monsters were the Φήδοί (Titans). The Φήδοί were Giant creatures compared to the Γιτάνες, shaped in the twisted image of Οί Οραθή. There were six of them, each with their own twisted appearance. There was: Jealousy, who took the shape of a twisted Jester, Gluttony, who took the shape of a giant man with long, twisted arms, Pestilence or the Dark One, who took the shape of Plague and a Raven Man, and Corruption, the biggest one of all.

Corruption took the shape of many creatures. His head was a twisted mix of Bull and King, his torso as tough as a Honey badger, and his strong horse spider legs able to climb and crush any surface. From the moment they were placed on Γρασιρός, their evil intentions spread and tainted the wildlife. Bound with evil intent, they had forced the skin of Η Γή  up to create mountains, poured fire to create volcanoes, ripped the skin off her dead back to create canyons and chasms.

War
The Γιτάνες were appalled by this heinous act of defiling the land and defiling their creator and, to the amusement of Οί Οραθή who was waiting for such an event, they had declared war upon the beings, upon Οί Οραθή himself. The war between the Γιτάνες and the Φήδοί did not go in the favour of the warrior peoples, they had fought hard but could not compete with the power of the Φήδοί. They were too strong, and many had begun to lose hope.

There were already countless losses from the Γιτάνες side. But, there were five who wouldn't give up. They had begun building weapons, using their wits to attempt to trap some of the Φήδοί. All was going to plan, but Corruption was too powerful. Corruption emitted a giant beam from his mouth that eradicated life wherever it touched, and he freed the Φήδοί. In one last ditch effort, one of the Φήδοί, the Dark One named Κορανάτος, was approached by one of the Γιτάνες. Κορανάτος was offered control over life itself for helping them win the war, and he agreed.

Οί Οραθή didn't see this coming, as one of the Γιτάνες produced clouds from hot water as to block his vision. On the night of the final stand of the remaining 5 Γιτάνες, all Φήδοί were gathered together with the Dark One in the back. Suddenly, the Dark One summoned a powerful plagued mist that clouded the sight of the other Φήδοί and suffocated them, making them easy kills. Κορανάτος told the remaining Γιτάνες to eat from his brother's flesh and to gain their powers. And by eating their flesh, the 5 Γιτάνες had proven themselves for Godhood.

Although these Γιτάνες had defeated the Φήδοί, Οί Οραθή was only slightly worried. He knew that no one could get to where he resided, Ο Φελλαρός. That is, until the newborn Gods had walked to the edges of the land and jumped to Οί Οραθή. The Γιτάνες fought through hordes of Φελλ to get to Οί Οραθή. But, when they had arrived to kill Οί Οραθή, they realised that he couldn't be harmed. Not with the weapons they had currently. And so, one of the Γιτάνες made an epic journey to the bottom of Ο Αβύσσολος and found the dagger of Οί Οραθή. He climbed up, seeing his brothers distracting Οί Οραθή and he stabbed him in the back. Such an action caused corruption to seep through his body and enter the Γιτάνες, though they suppressed it using their willpower. Both Φελλαρός και Αελαρός had become unstable as a result from this war, and the dagger of Οί Οραθή was cast out in Ο Αβύσσολος forever.

Order
The Γιτάνες, after having killed Οί Οραθή and to save Γρασιρός from flooding fire and water, collided the two shattered lands into Οί Οραθή to create an expansive land mixed with both hellfire and cosmic water that would cover Γρασιρός as a barrier, shining his dark body with the red lights poking through. Realising that it was too dark to even see the land of Γρασιρός, the Γιτάνες created a ball of fire that would illuminate the land every day, but it was too hot to use every night as well. And so they created a routine for the ball of fire that would disperse around the time of night and come back during the day.

They brought the Φελλ from the Φελλαρός to the light, ended their kin slaying, and made them productive members of their new domain. The Φελλ had built them a palace, and in return, the Γιτάνες had shown them how to properly hunt, as well as how to maintain the new order of things, laws of nature that the Γιτάνες had established in order to preserve life on the lands. One of the five, the strongest and bravest of the warriors and the one who retrieved the dagger, stepped forward, giving himself the name Δύναμιος and proclaiming himself Άτλα, or King of the Lands.

He gave the others their names; giving the smartest the name of Ωραίος, the most tolerant was named Ατσάλιος, the most honorable was named Τίμ, and the most competitive was named Παίζωρος. Δύναμιος decreed that they would all share power, and that, per the deal they had made, Κορανάτος would gain dominion over life and death. But their corruption still grew within their hearts, for the deed of killing one from the backside is not a light matter. There were many times where the brothers had fought each other over slowly growing greed, jealousy, and corruption. But the Άτλα Δύναμιος always had brought them to their senses.

Betrayal
For long the order had been maintained, but for long did these Gods stay at peace, allowing their corruption to take over, becoming arrogant and gluttonous, jealous and slothful, and forgetting their trials as well as the natural order that they themselves had made. Γρασιρός was neglected, and so too were their own lands. Fire seeped into the world, raining down upon trees and creating wildfires.

The ball of fire was left days on end, creating the hottest deserts, and dispersed days on end, creating the coldest of snow. The meat they had feasted on, the Φήδοί, had soon run dry, the remaining scraps thrown out into the oceans, making them salty with their evil remnants and creating vicious storms. Their burps would be cast off as vicious winds in the air, sometimes falling to the ground and destroying the landscape.

Uncontrollable tides were created as a result of these winds and storms, thrashing dry land and destroying life near the coasts. They enslaved the Φελλ, corrupting their hearts once again and using them for evil purposes. As their corruption grew, so did the disloyalty of Κοράνατος. Κοράνατος understood that if this keeps up, he will have no life to command. He began secretly creating beings of his own out of the ore and diamonds of Η Γή.

He had created Στήλοί (Golumns), beings of rock bound by Κοράνατος, and ravens, which would act as his eyes. Using his ravens to spy and catch them at their weakest point, Κοράνατος noticed that as their corruption grew, their Godly powers would lessen and be replaced with powers more equatable to his brothers, Ο Φήδοί. In order to prevent this, he would invade the new Land.

Rebirth
He would storm their new Land of Water and Fire, Φελλορός, attacking them all. Slaying the Φελλ with deadly plagues and raising them back as his undead minions. His Στήλοί would destroy their Godly palace, bringing the corrupted Γιτάνες out, whose Jade Green skin had been darkening to a pure colorless black like Οί Οραθή. The battle was vicious, the Γιτάνες had gained unnoticed powers that resemble the Φήδοί, with their Άτλα shooting a corrupted beam from his palm. But the Στήλοί remained unaffected by this corruption, and eventually they arrested the Corrupt Gods. Looking around, Κοράνατος saw that their was caused more fire and water to spill over the border as well as pieces of Φελλορός itself. It didn't matter to him however, and Κοράνατος claimed victory over these Gods. He absorbed their powers, splitting it into two versions. The Ουρκανή (Orc) and Ηωμάν (Human). Then, Κοράνατος personally executed the Corrupt Gods, bringing them back as undead thralls to redeem themselves. Except for the previous Άτλα, Δύναμιος.

He stationed Στήλοί at the edge of Γρασιρός as to never let a descendant of the Γιτάνες cross the lands again. He then split the Φελλορός lands apart, reforming Φελλαρός and sending his undead Φελλ to live in those lands once more, turning it into a prison for the damned, it's first prisoner being the corrupt Άτλα Δύναμιος. Κοράνατος had sentenced him with forever suffocation, resurrecting him as an immortal undead thrall but allowing him to keep his memory and nerves. He had given him a plague cloud that would suffocate him forever while visions of Οί Οραθή would haunt his eyes, and the undead Φελλ would surround him and snarl. Αελαρός had become a realm to reward those of the Ουρκανή και Ηύμαν who followed the original teachings and did not stray from the path. They were given a special status among the lands, allowing for the intervention of their family's fates, and were even complimented by Κοράνατος himself.

Using the body of Οί Οραθή, he maintained the barrier Land where the Gods had once lay and now where he does reside. Using the powers he had absorbed, he would create mass plague and illness, as well as conflict and hate as to keep the two peoples struggling so they do not stray from the teachings of the trials and so they may never come back again. He likes the form of a human raven clouded in pestilence, and will use this to spread disease in person on people that have become alike the Corrupt Gods, and will give good fortune for those who have become like the Γιτάνες.

Aleksandrei the Raven-Kissed
After the finale of the Origin Wars and the Dark One had finally taken his throne, Γρασιρος was unstable and the natural order of things was destroyed. There was little to calm the chaos, and Ουρκανη και Ηωμαν were set about in a dangerous landscape. They were brought unto the Land of Life as a great extinction had occurred due to the power vacuum. Although Ο Ηωμανοί continued past to further themselves competitively, Η Ουρκανή stopped to watch a raven perched on a trunk. One of the Ουρκανη bravely walked towards the raven, even when the others had cowered away. “Grow,” his head started pounding. “Grow, learn to fight, lead these people. You are here to prosper, Αλεχανδρει.” As Alexandrei regained his focus, he looked back at the trunk. The raven had disappeared, and he thought nothing of it. As Ο Ηωμανοι spread, Η Ουρκανη stuck together as a Πακ, or pack.

They had no leader, and though it worked for a time, they soon realised as they traveled that it was difficult to make decisions. Too time-consuming, while Ο Ηωμανοι spread like wildfire. During a night meeting, while everyone feasted on their prey they captured during the morning, everyone decided it was time to call for a leader. “We must have someone quick-witted to lead us! '' shouted Aleksandra, a passionate Ουρκανεσσ (Orcaness) next to Alexandrei. “No! Quick wits won’t help us, we need strength!” Opposed Hercule, a strong and prideful Ουρκανή that was hinting at himself for the title of leadership. Aleksandra eyed Hercule, who was across from her, and everyone else stood silent. Except for Alexandrei, who got up to break the silence. “Ηερκυλε! Αλεκσανδρα! Enough! Fighting will get us nowhere. It seems as if no one here wants to be leader anyways, so let us just go to bed…” “I volunteer!” Everyone looked over to who had spoken.

It was Aten the Sly Coward, and many had laughed. “Why do you laugh?” He asked, walking towards the center of the meeting. “Is it funny to be volunteering for the candidacy that everyone here was offered?” Suddenly, the laughing stopped, and only his footsteps and the crackling of a fire could be heard. “You laugh at me, thinking that I cannot become a leader. But do you see anyone else rising to such an occasion? Hmm? How about you?” He points to someone sitting down, and they scrunch back. He then points to another, who hides behind another. Aten faces the ones standing up with pride. “It seems like I am the leader.” Aleksandrei didn’t like this. “Stop him! Become the leader!” Aleksandrei could hear the words in his head, giving him a slight migraine. But he didn’t listen, he decided he was not ready. Aten smirked. “Alright then, the meeting is now adjourned.” Suddenly, Aleksandrei got a huge migraine as his vision gave out and he went into a cold sweat, like a predator’s eyes were watching him. “Fine.” Then, the migraine left him. Vision returned and he looked around, realising he was on the ground.

Aleksandra and Hercule were there to help him, and Aten the Sly Coward walked over him to get to his tent. Aleksandrei slowly got up to recollect his thoughts, as the others made sure he didn’t fall again. “What happened?” Aleksandra asked. “Nothing sister,” replied Aleksandrei harshly. “I just didn’t feel right.” He walked off from them and went to bed in his own tent. The next morning, the Πακ continued their travels eastward until they were met with a large forest. “We’ll go around the forest. It’s too dark, we’re easy prey in these times.” commanded Aten. The Πακ had gone around the forest, costing many days of food and everyone’s happiness for not going straight through. But still, Aleksandrei did not take leadership. He was too stubbornly thinking that he wouldn’t be fit for it. He wouldn’t be ready. The night before the final trip to get around the forest, the camp was raided during the sleep.

Everyone was taken by monsters with green glowing eyes and cracks with a green hue around their bodies. They were tiny, with pointed tails and small horns. And they were numerous. They caught the camp off guard, almost ungodly silent in their footsteps, and raided the camp, taking the women and killing those who fought back. Aleksandrei had awoken amidst the chaos, and when one of these creatures raided his tent, he was quick to act. He grabbed his stone mace from next to his hay bedroll and smashed the creature’s head in, quickly exiting his tent to see the party of the creature's move over a large hill. As he cautiously peeked over, he saw a camp of hundreds of the creatures as well as one tall but slim one. The men and women were in separate cages across from each other, and in the middle of a camp was a large bonfire with pikes set over it. They were obviously planning to roast them, he thought.

He looked around to see what he could use to take out the smaller creatures, and found a conveniently placed log nearby his tent with a raven perched on it. He went towards it, not remembering a log being there before, and attempted to pick it up. It took many attempts, but he did pick it up. He placed it on the peak of the hill and held it up with his foot. When he noticed the smallest creatures gathering together, he kicked the log and ran down the hill at the same speed with his mace. The creatures, caught off guard and shocked, were crushed by the log. He ran as the biggest of the creatures, unphased by the log, swung for Aleksandrei. Aleksandrei dodged, and climbed the giant creature’s arm.

He ran up the arm, but was swatted down by his other. Aleksandrei fell hard, his mace falling out of reach. He slowly got up, but was hit again back against the cage of Ουρκανή men and fell to the ground. He looked at their fearful faces, and started losing hope himself. “Do not give up!” The voice in his head said once more. He looked up from the ground, seeing a raven perched on the giant creature’s shoulder. “You are their leader. If you cannot beat this creature, then you cannot win and your people will die.” He slowly got up, not wanting the death of his people to be on his hands, and ran for his mace. He grabbed it, dodging a swing from the beast by a hair, and lunged towards the beast’s arm once more. This time he got up to the forearm and jumped at his eye, hitting it with his mace so hard that the mace had stuck.

The beast had begun panicking wildly, and Aleksandrei jumped down as the beast smacked the mace further into his own eye. He charged at Aleksandrei, who jumped behind one of the spikes. The beast had ran right into it. He was alive, though suffering. Aleksandrei pitied the beast and took out his mace, wacking him on the head hard enough to finally end him. He opened the cages using brute force, but instead of everyone feeling happy, they were full of sorrow. “Aten is dead.” Aleksandra had said in mourning. “What do we do now?” Aleksandrei stared at Aleksandra, determined. “I lead now.” As he said that, ravens had gathered around him, as if to give him a Godly aura. He had become known as Aleksandrei the Raven-Kissed, and have made his Πακ into a brave set of warriors with his guidance.

Hermaes Quick-Footed
Long after the death of Aleksandrei and the Ουρκανή had begun prospering in the city of Ουρακαν, and settlers had begun moving out north towards the Aleksandreittan Mountains, there was a curiosity for knowledge around the tribe to expand their reach even further beyond. Many called it the expansionist fever. And the one who spear-headed it all was none other than Aleksandrei's great grandson Hermaes. As a child, he was always curious, and that curiosity only grew with time. His first great discovery was that of the Draconic peoples, and from there his discoveries had grown. He was faster than the blink of an eye, wearing shoes blessed by the Dark One himself.

Using his great grandfather's sacred mace, he had defeated many beasts and protected Ουρκανή settlers, allowing them to expand even further north up until the very mountains. From then on, he couldn't stop wanting to explore past the mountains. Many have tried before to no avail. But he, he was different. I'm the great grandson of a Hero, he thought. I'm destined for this. Many years after that first drop of curiosity, after discovering all he could about the cradle of civilisation or Ζωημνόροπουλι, he decided that he was ready. He had become 21 the day prior, and he had never felt better about this idea.

He packed up a month's worth of supplies, gathered many other like-minded adventurers together, equipped Aleksandrei's mace, and went off towards the Aleksandreittan Mountains. The first day, no one could find a way through them. They had looked all around, but found no entrance. Except for Hermaes. He saw what looked like a tight path high above them, and though many called him crazy, he climbed up to the path in order to prove himself right, which he did. The others reluctantly followed, struggling with the climb; but when they saw the path Hermaes told them about, they became more excited.

They travelled the narrow path with a far drop below them, but even with that on his mind, Hermaes didn't worry. He didn't halt. And he didn't stumble. Past the narrow path, they descended into a valley of green and rock. They had fought gigantic wolf-like beasts, never seen before, but with Hermaes' speed and the mace he wields, he was able to eliminate them with few casualties. Many cheered him on, and the expedition's morale continued to grow.

It wasn't long before they had passed the mountain, and Hermaes was the first to see what the landscape had looked like on the other side of Zωημνόροπουλι. No doubt was this the most important discovery of his life. What he saw was a dark and mysterious forest full of life and magical properties. As the expedition continued on, their curiosity only grew.

They were blown away by the creatures that had resided there, and soon lowered their guard. Which was a mistake. It wasn't long before a giant beast, it's appearance cloaked by Shadow, sprang from the brush and began mauling the adventurers. In order to save his brothers, Hermaes hit the beast with his mace and ordered the others to run. They did run. As fast as they could as to stay alive and tell his tale of sacrifice.

They had made it back to the mountain, catching their breath and waiting for them, when one of them had seen a giant centaur in the distance and decided that there was no time to catch their breath. They came back with less than half of those that arrived, and no sign of Hermaes. Perhaps he was mauled by the beast and is now in Αελαρός with his great grandfather, or perhaps he defeated the beast and now lives with the Centaurs. Whatever has happened, the explorers made it known to everyone that past the mountain was too dangerous to settle.

Ruination of the Kinslayer
This tale is not one that is for the light-hearted, but it speaks true. Ion, Chief of Kaaleas and Gregorkide, is one of the many that belong here in the Tale of Ουρκανη. Ion was born much later than any of the heroes that had come before him, and so had looked back on such tales as a child to Gregor, the previous Chief of Kaaleas. During those times, Kaaleas was a prospering river tribe that was considered the bastion of Ουρκανη culture. That had changed after the death of Gregor during a meeting between him and Tarus, and a young Ion who had not even passed the Trial of Maturity was forced to govern his lands.

During those times, Kaaleas had slowed in prosperity compared to the ever growing tribe of Ourakan, where a sick Tarus had reigned. During Ion's life as the Orcling Chief of Kaaleas, his peoples were raided many times by humans across the river, killing and slaughtering. The Orcs had attempted to defend themselves, but the humans overpowered them with numbers and the art of surprise. Ion was forced to watch and hide as his kin was killed, and so he vowed to never let his kin die again. By the time Ion was old enough to govern without the help of the elders, Tarus had died of sickness and his son Thesselon took over.

Ion focused on his own village, consolidated his realm and protected his borders from many raiders after that. What he had noticed, however, is that not once was he contacted by the new chief of Ourakan, unlike his father. Thesselon had many campaigns in the west of his tribe, and so Ion had to research what Thesselon had been doing there; as to protect his own interests. It turns out, thanks to reports from his spy network, Thesselon had been gathering Orcs for an invasion of the river lands. These river lands were south of Kaaleas River, where the raiders had stayed.

It would only be time, Ion thought, before he was visited as well. He was correct, and a diplomat had visited Ion not long after. Ion, as he sat in his throne, smirked. "I know why you're here..." he said as the diplomat bowed. "The humans have raided me for some time, and I believe that in order to protect my people best then they must go. I will join you."

The diplomat had smiled wickedly after hearing these words. "Excellent, my lord, we shall continue plans with our unification to defeat these monsters..." Ion had raised an eyebrow. "Unification? I will give you nothing. I only swear that I will assault the humans, when I am ready." The diplomat had stumbled, backing away as he apologised. "O-of course, my lord." Then he had scurried off.

Ion was ecstatic to finally get back at those who had killed his people, when disaster struck. Not long after the diplomat had left, he had gotten reports of a raid of a westerly village. "Strange..." Ion would say. "The humans don't normally strike so far west." He had travelled to the village, seeing dead orc bodies littered on the floor. Those who survived the raid had attacked, and only one guard had lived to tell the tale. He was the guard captain, near death and lost a leg. "It was... Orcs! Orcs... From the west. They came, and... They stole our... resources, our... valuables!" Then, he had fell limp.

Ion was infuriated. Not only would Thesselon dare to strike another Orc, but to steal from them as well? Even after an agreement with them! This was despicable! During a plan to spite Thesselon and his Κορανατος-forsaken invasion, a human diplomat had made themselves known to Ion. Ion would've killed him instantly, if it wasn't for the gifts they had given for those who had lost life.

Ion was intrigued by the human, and so he gave them a chance to speak. They were from the moonlands, a place that had claimed to be of loyal friends. They were to be victims of this invasion, and were threatened by Thesselon and his tribe. Ion was curious to what they had to say, and so he had listened. The moonlanders spoke of innocence during the raids of his lands, and had promised their loyalty to Kaaleas. Ion was cynical, but agreed. Only time would tell.

As Ourkani had grown stronger, the Moonlanders and the Ourkani of Kaaleas had formed a pact of defense between each other. Thesselon pleaded innocence to Ion after learning of this pact, but Ion knew. Thesselon the Kinslayer was to bring the Ourkani people down if he had ruled. Thesselon was forced to give up fighting against Ion's wits, and Ion stood his ground. Thesselon the Kinslayer declared on Ion with a barbaric rage, and Ion called the Moonlanders in. Those in Moonland had invited his allies in the south, the other Eldari people.

Ion had led his own troops into combat against those of Thesselon, but they hid behind the Kaaleas river. "Hah! Those cowards!" Ion would shout as his fellow Orc warriors and moonlanders would pass him. The Chief of Moonland had walked next to him as his army had merged with Kaaleas' to garrison the riverbed. "Indeed, you're correct." He would say, surprising Ion. "Don't worry, it is me, the Chief of Moonland! I am Selon." He brought out his hand, and Ion had shook it. "An interesting spot to meet you!"

As the two leaders had waited, Thesselon and his Ourkani had attacked. They attacked fiercely, catching the armies off guard. They had gained a beach head, and forced Ion and Selon back. "We are in dire straits here, friend." Selon had said. "But do not worry! Reinforcements should be coming from the south. We must hold!" Thesselon's army had continued to bash against Ion and Selon, who had fought side by side against their foes until reinforcements had arrived. Thesselon's forces retreated and the true battle had begun.

"It is time to assault, Selon." Ion had said, looking up from the war table to Selon, who had been contemplating the strategy that they had been speaking of. "Yes, you are correct. We have Thesselon's soldiers surrounded now, and they have foolishly crossed the river. Now is time for their defeat." As they walked out of their war tents, they glanced upon the horizon where Thesselon's forces lay. Selon and Ion would both stand atop a pillar in the middle of the camp, next to the bonfire.

"Men!" Ion would yell. Their soldiers would gather. "It is time to end this, once and for all! Like the stories of old, tales will be told of our might against Thesselon's villainy! He belittles us, thinking that declaring war on us would've been an easy victory! Pah! What a fool he is, we are Kaaleas Orcs! We are here to win, to avenge the kin that he had taken from us, and slay Thesselon like the mad beast he is!" The orcish crowd would cheer, and Selon would silence it. "Listen carefully. You see those men up on the horizon of these great plains? It is the Great Deceiver himself, Thesselon. Fight with all your might, moonlanders, so we may go home to our families!" They would chant Selon's name, and soon both armies would begin cheering in unison.

Ion and Selon would jump off their pedestal and march their troops towards Thesselon, and Thesselon would do vice versa, until the two forces met near Kaaleas River. The armies would be halted by their leaders, and then simultaneously charged. The battle was gruesome, as both sides inflicted many casualties. Ion was lost in combat with Selon, when he had glanced upon Thesselon. Rage filled him, and he lept at Thesselon against Selon's best wishes. Thesselon took his stone mace and pounded Ion's head, knocking him to the ground and giving him a concussion.

Ion could barely see the battlefield, could barely understand what was happening as Thesselon slowly walked towards him while their soldiers battled it out. Thesselon had almost stepped on Ion's throat when Selon tackled him, attempting to keep him down. Ion quickly got up after this, but was still not whole of mind. "Go, Ion!" He heard a voice, and felt a sting in his head. As he looked up in the sky, a raven had passed by his eyes.

"Go, Ion! I give you my gift, you must win this!" Ion shook his head, and he had felt better than before. Thesselon pushed Selon off of him and kicked him in the guts, rushing towards Ion. Ion would take his war axe and hit Thesselon's swinging mace into his face, and he would fall. Ion would attempt to slash Thesselon's face, but Thesselon would block it with the mace, pushing Ion back. As Thesselon got up, Selon jumped on Thesselon's back and stabbed him in the shoulder with a dagger. Ion rushed Thesselon, tackling him and forcing him down.

Ion would hit Thesselon with the hilt of his waraxe, knocking him unconcious, and would have a group of warriors take him back to camp. Ion and Selon would finish the fight after their dual win. It wasn't long before the men had routed, as their leader was missing and they were outnumbered greatly. They paraded the victory throughout the streets of Kaaleas with Thesselon, tied onto Ion's trotting horse, dragged along through the streets as the local residents threw random items at him.

He was dragged in front of Ion's hut, with the people of Kaaleas gathered around to hear what Ion had to say. "Kaaleas!" Ion would shout cheerfully. "I am home from my campaign! And I have brought a gift, the one known as Thesselon the Kinslayer! He had slaughtered our women and our sons, and now we have brought him to pay for his crimes!" Ion would walk in front of Thesselon, who would look vengefully back at Ion, and he would ready his war axe. Then, with one quick swipe, Ion would slash Thesselon's right hand along with the bearings that trapped it.

As Thesselon had felt the immense pain from losing his right hand, the crowd cheered. "Thesselon, along with his remaining soldiers, will be exiled from all of Ourkani civilisation! Everyone knows what he has done, and no one shall accept them. They will die wandering, missing their families, forced to starve and think of what they had done wrong. From this day forth, they are not Orcs, but lesser beings! They do not belong to our lands, and are sentenced to wander endlessly until their death!" As the crowd cheered, soldiers and Ion prepared to free them into the mountain range with ankle weights. Ion chuckled. "They'll perish crossing such a treacherous mountain range. There is no escape for them."

As they were freed, Selon had met with Ion. Selon had begun talking of their battle and comradery, how they were united in battle. Ion had renounced his cynicism of the Moonlander's loyalty, and pronounced them friends of all Orcs. After many discussions and laughs, Ion and Selon had eventually decided to unite the two tribes, to keep the bond they share together and strong.

Discovery
Hermaes Quick-Footed and one of his many expeditionary parties had discovered the Draconics on a far hill among seven other hills, past the other tribes of Ουρκανη. They were a people of scales, horns, tails, snouts, claws, and many colors, led by one of jade. They were praying to the sky in a way Hermaes had never seen before. The jade one was in the center, loosening his wings and ready to fly with a small sheep in his foreclaws.

He flew up with it, kicking the sheep far up in the air, and landed. He waited for the sheep to drop back to the ground before smiling and speaking something to his followers. Hermaes was intrigued by this and when Hermaes had gone to greet them himself, they paused and looked at him as if he was an enemy. They quickly arrested him and his crew, speaking a tongue that not one could understand.

They were going to gut Hermaes as what seemed to be an offering to their Sky Gods, but the green one had decided to halt it upon Hermaes’ color. He spoke the same strange tongue to his followers like last time, and Hermaes could only imagine what they would be speaking about. Soon after, Hermaes was released from their custody and was given some time alone with the green creature. They had spoken via sign language and facial expressions, and it wasn’t long before they found common ground. The green creature had shown images of their Sky Gods, and Hermaes would decide to call these people Δρακοι (Drakes) after the images of their Sky Gods.

They had embraced each other as a way of agreement between them and Hermaes had given them their pack of supplies as a gift and offering to their Sky Gods and from what they called their Sky Gods. The green Δρακ had shown Hermaes the way to their own city, offering Hermaes a night’s rest before he returned from where he came.

Peace
When Hermaes had come back to Ουρακαν, the current Chief Tarus, father of Thesselon, was intrigued with these Δρακοι and had decided to rally a convoy and follow Hermaes to their city. Tarus had met with the green Δρακ and, with help from Hermaes, was given accommodations to stay. The Jade Δρακ, as he was known, had shown many things of his people to Tarus and in return, Tarus had shown many things to The Jade Δρακ. They had soon both become friends, even though they could not understand each other.

When the party had returned to Ουρακαν, the news had spread like a wildfire. This sparked religious conversations as people realised they weren’t the only green people. Tarus, however, accepted them as lost Ουρκανη blessed by the Dark One himself. He and his son Thesselon visited The Jade Δρακ many times before, and a friendship between nations and people were created. As time moved on, Tarus had become more sickly. Near the end of Tarus’ life, both tribes had prospered as friends.

Unity
When Thesselon took power after the death of his sickly father Tarus, the fire of religion had burned bright. They saw the Δρακοι as unenlightened, and wanted to bring them under by any means necessary. Thesselon, quite liking the Δρακοι, had visited The Jade Δρακ with a convoy of pottery makers and elders. He had planned a celebration within the hut of The Jade Δρακ for many to see and be entertained by.

The elders regaled the tales of The Dark One using the pictures on the pottery, taking hours to finally finish. When the ceremony was done, The Jade Δρακ admitted that he was curious for more. With a smile on his face, Thesselon had kept some of his elders with him to teach him through much detail. It took many nights for The Jade Δρακ to completely understand, but he eventually realised how the one who had commanded their Sky Gods for quite long was the same as the Dark One himself. It was a great relief from Thesselon to hear that they were now united in religion, and the elders could calm down.

Ascendance
When a true warrior dies, a warrior that has followed the path of his ancient ancestors, his body returns to the soil to feed the animals that feed us. But his soul, his immortal being, rises high past Οί Οραθή and greets The Dark One. There he decides your fate, and if he is satisfied with the way you lived and how your community perceives your death, you are sent to Αελαρός. If you are not true of heart, then you will find yourself in Φελλαρός.

Αελαρός at its birth was a land filled with cosmic water, water that could heal anything it touched and calmed any nerve. It shines a bright yellow hue from it’s depths, from which people could never reach. After The Dark One’s takeover, his Φελλ thralls had built a giant graveyard from which the warrior souls could commune and drink from the cosmic water. From the graveyard was a building in the center, a shrine to The Dark One. From that shrine, the warriors would be able to see their family on certain days through the eyes of a Raven with The Dark One’s approval.

Across from the shrine would be the shrines of the pure Γιτανες, with whom many had prayed to. Φελλ thralls would remain there as servants, allowing the souls whatever feast they want. If the soul is especially true to the ways of the warrior, and has put every one of his kills to rest, then he will gain the special privilege to give a lost soul of his choosing a second chance. However, if this second chance is squandered, then both are sent to Φελλαρός to pay for it. You may duel to your heart’s content in Αελαρός and never die, though you will be injured. However, that can be healed by dipping into the cosmic water.

Damnation
Φελλαρός, the Land of Fire. For the most horrendous of people, those who had lied, stolen, killed without honor, and have been consumed with jealousy, gluttony, slothfulness, and other corruptions. Any such person who ends their mortal saga in such a way is bound to be sentenced to Φελλαρός by The Dark One. At its birth it was a red land filled to the brim with hellfire, an immortal fire that shines bright red and will show you your deepest fears if you stare into its core. Φελλ, red creatures of all sizes but mostly small, resided there. They killed each other in an immortal frenzy as they seemed to never end. When one died, others would throw them into hellfire during the heat of battle and the great amounts of corruption would bring them back to life. Now, the Φελλ have cracks of green and green eyes as they are reanimated as the thralls of The Dark One in order to sentence the damned.

The corruption here is so great from times long ago, that if you daze off you will see horrifying images of Οί Οραθή in his prime corrupted state. The undead Φελλ built, for the damned, a prison tower of a dark, redhot stone. Around it and inside it lies a mist of plague that will instantaneously kill any from the higher floors who escape, showing them torturous pain before they finally fall to the ground. Their souls after that are either used by The Dark One to create more undead thralls, or put down below into the secure depths of Hellstone Tower. The first floor is for those who have stolen from others, getting a light punishment. The prisoners there are periodically whipped by the undead Φελλ. The second floor is for those who have murdered without honor, including the lives of the innocent during war without giving them all burials to reenter the natural order. They are immortally hung while the Φελλ whip them.

The fourth floor is for those who give into corruption, but have not cost lives. Plague spores burst when breathed in, causing internal damage. The Dark One allows them to suffer for a while before having his undead Φελλ splash cosmic water on them, healing them for another round. For those whose corruption had cost lives and more, you go further underground. Where there is but two floors. The highest floor of the two is for the corrupted prisoners. The pathway between their cells has low-hanging plague spores from the bottom floor, and it is never cleaned, though it doesn’t affect souls in any way.

On this floor, the corrupted is hang from the ceilings by chains, forced to stare into the center of the hellfire with their eyelids pried open by the Undead Φελλ, all the while they laugh and snicker to add to their wicked visions. They are left there hours at a time, set in a cold sweat, before the plague spores rise up to burn their skin as they look and then lower back down. The final floor, the lowest of them all, has only one cell. It’s hallway is filled to the brim with plague spores, and when the prisoner there breathes the plague spores rise up to the floor above.

This floor is as giant as a grand hall of a cathedral, and it’s bricks are more redhot than any of the ones before. Past the entrance there are pillars of hellfire to light the room as well as keep it hot. The temperature would boil a man alive. But this cell houses no man. The bars across from the entrance of the room is just as high as the floor, housing the massive Άτλα Δύναμιος.

He is forced to kneel to those outside the cell, as chains hold him in place. His tough and weathered skin covered in hellfire, but he cannot scream as plague spores choke him. You can tell he is the undead thrall of The Dark One by the cracks in his skin and the green hue in his eyes, but The Dark One has allowed him to keep both his memory and his nerves intact for this. He is in an eternal fate worse than death, and surely if he got out, there would be hell to pay.

End
Nothing ever lasts forever. The Gods' reign didn’t, and neither will these lands. One day, a living Φελλ reborn from Hellfire will find the corrupted Dagger in the endless abyss and will take the Άτλα from his eternal torment. There, the Άτλα will proclaim himself God once more and, using the powers of hellfire, he will overrule The Dark One’s undead spell with his own corruption. From there, he will rebirth all the Φελλ for revenge against The Dark One. To prepare for this, he himself will use the true warriors in Αελαρός as they fight side by side against the Corrupt God.

The corrupted souls in the tower will join their God in the coming battle, and The Dark One will retract all his Στήλοί from the edge of Γρασιρος to come and join. The Corrupt God will use the dagger to reawaken Οί Οραθή, officially beginning Παγναρατμος (Ragnaratmos). The Corrupted Forces will invade Αελαρός, but the armies of purity will be ready. An epic battle will ensue, as the Corrupted God blasts the cosmic water with a corrupted beam hot enough to disintegrate it.

The pure soldiers will fight on as both corrupted and Φελλ outnumber them, but thanks to their ways of life they were given the experience and ability to handle such scenarios. To survive the onslaught. The Dark One would first be preoccupied with Οί Οραθή, his creator. If Οί Οραθή were to get to the seas of Γρασιρος, Οί Οραθή could revive The Dark One’s brothers.

This could not happen, as it would spell doom for all. Aleksandrei and Hermaes will be there to deal with the Corrupted God, but he will be too powerful for them to beat. The Dark One would hit Οί Οραθή with the Στήλοί under his control, but it will not be enough.

Οί Οραθή will swat them away, shattering them completely, and will land of Γρασιρος. He will create a path of destruction, killing all animals and sentient creatures that get in his way of the ocean. And then, he revives the Φήδοί. The Φήδοί will fight The Dark One to the bitter end until all of them are dead, and Οί Οραθή will stab Γρασιρος with his knife, killing the land and everything on it. With The Dark One’s last breath, he will bring back all who had died in order to stop the Corruption, and all will band together against it.

The Corrupted God would soon watch his side, look how he teamed up with those that he had fought before and how he allowed the death of those he had protected before. He would come back pure, becoming the true God, and would purify the rest of the Γιτανες Gods as well. They would battle for the fate of The Abyss, with the Gods facing against Οί Οραθή. Δύναμιος, Ατσάλιος, Ωραίος, Τίμ, and Παίζωρος would fight as hard as they could to defeat Οί Οραθή, and Δύναμιος would rush to get his dagger.

But Οί Οραθή could foresee them rushing for the weapon that killed him last time, and he hit Δύναμιος with a power that shattered the already dead land they stood on. Δύναμιος had flown into the abyss, dead, but he was able to throw the dagger of Οί Οραθή to Ωραίος before his death. Ωραίος would stab Οί Οραθή, killing him once more. The Gods would celebrate, but would soon realise that the Corrupted and Φελλ have defeated the pure.

In one final strike, the remaining Gods would cleanse everything in sight, using all their powers to erase it all. They would fall into the abyss, suffering the same fate as Δύναμιος. With time, the Lands of Αελαρός and Φελλαρός would begin anew, mixing again to spring forth a new life. And so it is done, over and over again.

Tales of the Gods
These tales have mostly originated from the fallen Thesselon Taruskide and his loyal followers after his exile from the newly created Kaaldari. One tale, however, in poem form, predates Ourkani itself. This tale was discovered by Thesselon during his people's march through the Alexandreittan Mountains and is the basis that forms the schismic religion of what is called Aatlaeaan. As such, it is only proper for that tale to start it off.

The Ancient Tale
When the world was trapped, under the might of the Celestial,

the Gods had seen this injustice, and sought to end this devil.

The Celestial created 6 monsters, made from his own blood,

one of which was, the one who had been praised by the green flood.

The Gods when they were mortal, had trouble to gain ground,

so they negotiated with the monster, a demon who is hidebound.

They killed the monsters, and the Gods ate of their flesh,

and so Godly is what they became, and divine was their mesh.

They defeated the Celestial, in any means possible,

knowing that if he won, could mean the death of the impossible.

But they were casted out, imprisoned for their victory,

by the very Demon, who had struck them with trickery.

And so they lay, waiting for us: The true believers, who will do what we must.

Deceit
At the beginning of the God's reign, they had tamed the wild beasts of Φελλαρος and begun creating a land to call their own from Φελλαρος' natural minerals and ores. However, Κορανατος had other plans. He used his newly gained powers of life and death and infused them with his monstrous powers of plague to give the Gods visions as they slept. Visions that would show futures of each other's betrayals, of the pantheon's collapse. This put them in a cold sweat, except for Δυναμιος. Δυναμιος had overpowered these visions of deceit with his will and the strong teachings he had learned long ago.

Δυναμιος and his pantheon had continued to dream these visions, and it set the pantheon on edge. The first of the results of these dreams came when Παίζωρος had confronted Τίμ for cheating and attempted to draw blood in a duel of honor Τίμ had won against Παίζωρος. Τίμ was disgusted by such a claim, as he would never betray his honor in such a way, and an argument had started about it.

The argument soon turned into a cold war between the two after Δυναμιος had broken them up as to stop the fighting. They slowly gathered allies among the rest of the Pantheon, avoiding the Άτλα as they knew he would disapprove of such factionalism. It wasn't long when Παίζωρος and his ally Ωραίος had confronted Τίμ and his ally Ατσάλιος. A fight had broken out between them, and soon they had begun using their divine influences to gain ground on each other. They had agreed to battle on Γρασιρος, and Ωραίος had used his powers of the wind to block the sky so the Άτλα could see nothing.

Thus, it had begun. The 1st War of Cataclysm had begun, and The Dark One was there to watch it unfold. The might of their divine powers had shaken the Lands of Life to their core, creating devastating earthquakes that split regions, creating giant rivers and seas. The Dark One watched as the Gods had turned against each other, slowly killing each other and the Lands of Life. However, the Άτλα had soon caught onto this when a cloud had dispersed from the carelessness of Ωραίος. The Άτλα had landed onto the ground between their battles after watching them occur, and using his divine beam had ensnared the others' legs and feet, forcing them to keep still.

The Dark One watched as Δυναμιος had resolved the infighting, ensuring them that all is well. The Dark One was angered and disgusted, but had decided to keep his feelings down and to show a false façade until victory was assured. After the end of The 1st War of Cataclysm, Δυναμιος had thought nothing of it. It was merely a petty squabble. But The Dark One saw it as a weakness that can be manipulated. He continued these dreams, and the Gods slowly drifted apart from their already fractured bond.

The 2nd War of Cataclysm had begun, back on the Lands of Life, far from Δυναμιος' sight. This war was more vicious than the last, as the Gods had actually forced each other to bleed. And to hasten it, The Dark One had gotten involved on the side of Παίζωρος. They had created valleys between mountains, they created deep holes in the land, they flattened hills. Παίζωρος was soon killed during the end of the conflict by Τίμ, who had buried him honorably while mourning for his fallen comrade.

Παίζωρος' blood, filled with rage and hatred, had created lava that burned the lands. His screams before his death created hurricanes. The tears of Τίμ created giant waves that would ravage land far past their beaches. The Dark One had watched in glee as all of these disasters struck the Lands of Life, slowly killing it's inhabitants. Δυναμιος had heard his screams and could feel the disasters raging on the Lands of Life, and so he landed where the Gods were to see what was occurring.

To his horror, Δυναμιος had seen; Τίμ grieving over a grave set for Παίζωρος, Ωραίος and Ατσάλιος continuing their battle, and disasters destroying the landscape and harming the natural order that had been set. Δυναμιος, in a rage, grounded all his fellow Gods far within the earth for them to stay and clean their minds while he himself used the primal flames of Φελλαρος and the life blood of Παίζωρος to create the ball of fire that he named Φωτη.

Φωτη was a divine tool with a sentient mind that orbited the Lands of Life, used by the Άτλα to watch the natural order as well as give a divine heating to the Land of Life's inhabitants, to make them strong enough to survive such a disaster again. The Dark One used this opportunity of weakness and forced Φωτη to go berserk by manipulating it's sentient mind, burning the Lands of Life and creating the hottest of deserts.

The Dark One used all the past cataclysmic events as well as this to excuse an overthrowing of what he had called, The "Corrupt" Gods. Enraged by this betrayal, the Άτλα called forth his Godly kin, letting them out of their underground prison, but they had gone insane from The Dark One's visions. The Dark One killed them as they were unwell in the mind, claiming to achieve victory over corruption, and resurrected them as his evil thralls.

The Άτλα tried all he could to stop The Dark One and his army of undead minions and Golems, but he was ultimately defeated. The Dark One had attempted to kill him, but he was too powerful. So instead, the Άτλα lay in eternal torment in a prison designed for him in Φελλαρος. He swears his vengeance towards The Dark One, and will retake his title of Άτλα and avenge his brothers.

Trapped
After the Melaagoss Holaemyss toy Hraa Oraathe (Great War of The Heavens), the Titans were thought to be destroyed by Kaaraanotoss (Καρανοτος) by the remaining Githaanoi (The Giants). However, The Dark One knew differently. After weakening the Titans, he had grabbed their souls. The Dark One had hidden the souls of the Titans, rendering their bodies lifeless, in order to keep them alive. The Ghitaanoi had no idea of this, however, as they all saw the bodies as dead husks. They were dead husks, but dead husks that could be revived. The only one who almost saw through such deception was the Aatlaa himself, who continuously questioned the war and Kaaraanotoss' role in it.

The Five Titans: Lyny of Rock, Laag of Lava, Thaelaass of Water, Vaarytyta of Force, and the King of the Titans Vaasil. All of which were made of corrupted flesh, but most had an outer layer to protect them.

Lyny was created from rock and ore, taller than all except Vaasil himself. He was also the widest, and caused earthquakes where ever he walked. He could summon rock and ore from his body to form anything that he deemed fit, but mostly used his powerful and enormous fists as weapons.

Laag was a spider-like Titan, made mostly of obsidian. Laag's eyes were of a deep red, deeper than the freshest of blood. He could create lava from his eyes and his many feet, making a trail of heat where ever he'd walk. Anyone that got near him would boil alive.

Thaelaass did not have an outer layer. His body was small while his arms propelled his body into the air with it's length and width. Bigger than Lyny's arms, his fists cause violent winds that fling anything.

Vaarytyta also didn't have an outer layer, but she flew in the air with a giant wingspan. In the middle of her body where his stomach would be is a beam, open for all to see, that forces things up into the air and into an acidic liquid forced in place by the beam itself where Vaarytya spits it out as a ball of acid at her enemies.

The last would be the King of the Titans, Vaasil. His outer layer is pure corruption taken directly from Hraa Oraathe, his appearance is that of a Ghitaanoi's, but with the top of his head twisted in the shape of a crown of horns. He is much taller than the other Titans by quite an amount, and could shoot a massive beam of destruction out from it's mouth. The beam would dry everything inside it instantly, turning living beings into sand and water into air.

When these Titans were defeated, Kaaraanotoss extracted their souls for his own use. Their bodies were placed in deep areas where they would hibernate, waiting for their souls to return. All except Vaasil, who was completely eaten by the Ghitaanoi. The body of Lyny was put deep underground the Land of Life, Laag was put within the Alexandreittan Mountains, Thaelaass was put within the Eternal Seas, and Vaarytyta was put within the center of the Land of Life to make use of her force. During the Usurper's War, Dynaamyos the Aatlaa saw through this plan and had destroyed the souls of all except Lyny, who he was too weak to destroy. Instead, Dynaamyos had given life to the eternal prison, the ball of night in the sky, using Lyny, creating Kaaraelyn. If Kaaraanotoss is to break this prison and free Lyny's spirit, it would be the end of the hope of the Aatlaa's return.

Hraa Aabyssos
"Ahahahaahahaha!" The laughter of Hraa Oraathi boomed across the fiery lands, the young but battle-hardened Ghitaanoi warriors worn-out from battle against him. Dynaamyos looked around at his kin. In anger, e rose from the ground with his spear in hand. "Wait, no!" shouted Aatsaalyos, but it was too late. Dynaamyos rushed towards Hraa Oraathi, a being as black as night with eyes and bodily spots of a pale white. Oraathi noticed Dynamyos' feeble attempt, and back-handed him. Dynaamyos had already begun fading out of consciousness. As Dynaamyos flew, his eyes slowly closing, he could hear a cackle from Oraathi. "I cannot be defeated!" Dynaamyos fell far off the land of fire, plummeting into the Abyss. He was unconscious, nothing could be done. His sacrifice inspired the other Ghitaanoi, and the eternal fight began anew.

It's warm... His eyes opened for a moment, blinded by a great bright light before closing them again. Where am I... It's soft. Dynaamyos' eyes open once more, this time fully. He's disoriented, the light filling his eyes once more. Eventually, his eyes adapt and he can see around him. Dynaamyos can see... Grass, trees, a river, alien life... What is going on? He thought.