Fall From Heaven NES
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) orangelex44
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Really? My big brother went civil. He worked a year as a traffic/roads specialist, but went back to pick up his law degree.
EDIT: and nuclear is the place to be. Worldwide, it looks to be the most viable alternative energy to coal. Plus, the job market in the US is demographically good for me, so going nuclear seemed a wise choice.
EDIT: and nuclear is the place to be. Worldwide, it looks to be the most viable alternative energy to coal. Plus, the job market in the US is demographically good for me, so going nuclear seemed a wise choice.
Yes, but you'll have to do it eventually anyway@ Kol.7 - Yeah, that is exactly why I postpone it (imagine doing it for all civs, bot just one your).
orangelex44
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Sorry. One last post, and I'm done - I promise.
While civil engineers are pretty valuable, patent lawyers are more so. Of so my brother tells me.
And who's to say I haven't brought it to Erebus?
While civil engineers are pretty valuable, patent lawyers are more so. Of so my brother tells me.
And who's to say I haven't brought it to Erebus?
OOC: Bah engineers, I dislike math. I'm going for a degree in molecular genetics. Trying to become a genetic engineer, complete opposite end of the spectrum as far as you guys in science. Sorry had get my two cents in.
orangelex44
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Here. I'll apologize by linking the latest update here for Jopa to copy-paste into the first post.
http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=7457120&postcount=904
http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=7457120&postcount=904
Tyrs
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And back to the game...
Declaration!
From: The Twin Courts of Sidhe, former Winter and Summer Courts
First, let it be known that as the Two Elven People have become a one new people, it is necessary that the land in which they reside also have a new name. Thus, let the Svartalfar nation be now known as the land of Sihde, ruled by the Twins Courts.
1. Slavery shall be abolished. Former slaves shall be freed, given land to build homes on and will be treated as true citizens. Those who were not Elves will be able to return where they belong to. A new system of indentured servitude shall replace the old system. Convicted criminals, prisoners of war, and debtors will fall into this class, with their time served based on their crime or debt. The freed slaves shall serve their former masters as indentured servants until they are both ready for independent lives. This will not last for no more than 5 years.
2. A Charter of Rights shall be enacted, guaranteeing the basic rights for every citizen. No more shall citizens perish in the darkness, persecuted, trialed and judged by the same man, without anyone knowing.
3. There will be revising of feudal authority. Those lords that are in the future found guilty of unfounded torture, corruption or other crimes shall be persecuted and stripped of titles. Priests will not be allowed to rally mobs against the government or impose their beliefs on the ruling policy.
No elf shall be above the law.
4. Guardians of Secrets shall be established. They will take care of internal corruption, internal security and will also supervise all espionage and assassination actions, to keep anyone from abusing them and using them against the kingdom and the citizens.
5. Luchuirp must be rewarded for their loyalty, with a trade agreement. We will also share with them our secrets of archery and tracking.
6. Elvenkind will be ruled by two Queens, Summer and Winter, from dynasties of Tyrs and Valary. Formally, their power shall be equal. But while this shall not ever be known to public, Winter Queen will keep more power. There should be one nation and one queen, like one body with one head, and not with two heads like a monster. Summer Queen will sanction the Winter Queen if she works against the kingdom.
The Assembly of Elvenkind shall be established, to represent merchants and commoners in the palace, with the power to propose or veto laws, as well and Council of Nobles, per recent noble agreement, with same powers.
8. All lands and armies currently under control of the Summer Court will be passed under control of the new government, and secrets of archery and tracking will also be granted to the new government, providing 150 gold discount to their research.
Signed, Queen Lydia of the Summer Court
Signed, Queen Vyra of the Winter Court
And now peace is restored.
From: The Twin Courts
To: The Elves of Pine Peninsula
It grieves Us that you do not wish to be a part of this rejoining. However in the interest of Peace and Stability, we will withdraw Our protection from you. Consider you independence recognized. Any elf that wishes to continue the civil war is free to be deported to the Pines.
Declaration!
From: The Twin Courts of Sidhe, former Winter and Summer Courts
First, let it be known that as the Two Elven People have become a one new people, it is necessary that the land in which they reside also have a new name. Thus, let the Svartalfar nation be now known as the land of Sihde, ruled by the Twins Courts.
1. Slavery shall be abolished. Former slaves shall be freed, given land to build homes on and will be treated as true citizens. Those who were not Elves will be able to return where they belong to. A new system of indentured servitude shall replace the old system. Convicted criminals, prisoners of war, and debtors will fall into this class, with their time served based on their crime or debt. The freed slaves shall serve their former masters as indentured servants until they are both ready for independent lives. This will not last for no more than 5 years.
2. A Charter of Rights shall be enacted, guaranteeing the basic rights for every citizen. No more shall citizens perish in the darkness, persecuted, trialed and judged by the same man, without anyone knowing.
3. There will be revising of feudal authority. Those lords that are in the future found guilty of unfounded torture, corruption or other crimes shall be persecuted and stripped of titles. Priests will not be allowed to rally mobs against the government or impose their beliefs on the ruling policy.
No elf shall be above the law.
4. Guardians of Secrets shall be established. They will take care of internal corruption, internal security and will also supervise all espionage and assassination actions, to keep anyone from abusing them and using them against the kingdom and the citizens.
5. Luchuirp must be rewarded for their loyalty, with a trade agreement. We will also share with them our secrets of archery and tracking.
6. Elvenkind will be ruled by two Queens, Summer and Winter, from dynasties of Tyrs and Valary. Formally, their power shall be equal. But while this shall not ever be known to public, Winter Queen will keep more power. There should be one nation and one queen, like one body with one head, and not with two heads like a monster. Summer Queen will sanction the Winter Queen if she works against the kingdom.
The Assembly of Elvenkind shall be established, to represent merchants and commoners in the palace, with the power to propose or veto laws, as well and Council of Nobles, per recent noble agreement, with same powers.
8. All lands and armies currently under control of the Summer Court will be passed under control of the new government, and secrets of archery and tracking will also be granted to the new government, providing 150 gold discount to their research.
Signed, Queen Lydia of the Summer Court
Signed, Queen Vyra of the Winter Court
And now peace is restored.
From: The Twin Courts
To: The Elves of Pine Peninsula
It grieves Us that you do not wish to be a part of this rejoining. However in the interest of Peace and Stability, we will withdraw Our protection from you. Consider you independence recognized. Any elf that wishes to continue the civil war is free to be deported to the Pines.
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Your fine goods won't be going anywhere my friend. Except maybe Davey Jone's locker. Mwha ha ha ha. Mwha ha ha.
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OOC: I got to say, i am quite enjoying our little back and forth of baseless rhetoric. Its much more fun then peaceful diplomacy.
Hippus Embargo Calabim
Brandon was proud of his people. While he was far up north fighting, his men built a true city of Altheriol-ta-Mealthiel to serve as capital of new nation. A true city, built of stone, not of tents.
Also, Luchuirp engineers and Amurite generals were building new fort on the road between Amurite and Calabim lands, to protect the road and to serve as a port on the Mutineers Bay sea.
All was well. Amurite merchants were teaching Hippus secrets of trade caravans, Luchuirps secrets of building great buildings, and Lanun of sailing and fishing- Hippus were slowly throwing off their distrust of sea.
Brandon ordered a new Code of Laws written, replacing ancient traditions and customs that varied with tribes with one single set of laws that was inspred by Amurite one, backed by Junil's code. In fact most of this new law was just a translation of Amurite Law on Hippus local dialect, with a minor changes to fit the Hippus ancient culture and spirit.
But now a new threat was rising, and while soldiers were fighting up north, Calabim were starting to feud with Hippus old friends Amurites, and, with Amurite Senate advice and plea, Brandon instructed all his chiefs and elders to stop any trade with Calabim, and to refuse all Calabim trades.
Though power of central rule is still not great in distant corners of Hippus Chiefdom, any one who trades with Calabim in Altheriol-ta-Mealthiel will be charged with 50 golden coins and his bought goods will be confiscated.
Brandon was proud of his people. While he was far up north fighting, his men built a true city of Altheriol-ta-Mealthiel to serve as capital of new nation. A true city, built of stone, not of tents.
Also, Luchuirp engineers and Amurite generals were building new fort on the road between Amurite and Calabim lands, to protect the road and to serve as a port on the Mutineers Bay sea.
All was well. Amurite merchants were teaching Hippus secrets of trade caravans, Luchuirps secrets of building great buildings, and Lanun of sailing and fishing- Hippus were slowly throwing off their distrust of sea.
Brandon ordered a new Code of Laws written, replacing ancient traditions and customs that varied with tribes with one single set of laws that was inspred by Amurite one, backed by Junil's code. In fact most of this new law was just a translation of Amurite Law on Hippus local dialect, with a minor changes to fit the Hippus ancient culture and spirit.
But now a new threat was rising, and while soldiers were fighting up north, Calabim were starting to feud with Hippus old friends Amurites, and, with Amurite Senate advice and plea, Brandon instructed all his chiefs and elders to stop any trade with Calabim, and to refuse all Calabim trades.
Though power of central rule is still not great in distant corners of Hippus Chiefdom, any one who trades with Calabim in Altheriol-ta-Mealthiel will be charged with 50 golden coins and his bought goods will be confiscated.
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The net tightens.
Western land routes and the southern seas are closed to the incestuous and decadent tyrants that rule the good calabim people.
Western land routes and the southern seas are closed to the incestuous and decadent tyrants that rule the good calabim people.
orangelex44
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Out of my own curiosity, what (if anything) is going on with the Malakim and the orcs at R'Rgorac? Didn't they used to hate each other?
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In Sickness and In Health Part II
Agron sat by the empty bed of Alexis, who had become known, of late, to some of the more outspoken noblemen as ''The Puppet Queen''. No matter how accurate this was, Agron feared the dissent amongst the nobility. He could not risk them overcoming their many feuds and uniting against him, not yet. Alexis had locked herself in her study four hours ago, and had not been seen since. Some of the servants were worried, but Agron had become used to this kind of behaviour. He had introduced painting as a hobby for her, hoping to distract her from her depression, and she had taken to it, perhaps surprisingly, like a flame to oil. He suspected she had locked herself in to prevent distractions from her latest masterpiece. Nethertheless, he would wait by her bed until she came out. In his hand he held a grey-coloured potion, which smelt strongly of onion. It was a brew he had ordered to be prepared as a counter for her growing depression. Although at first he had taken advantage of her illness, Agron now saw that she was becoming more and more disobedient and objective to his will as her illness strengthened and progressed. She blamed him for not doing more to prevent the coming of her brother, who she feared would avenge his exile by killing her and taking her place on the throne. Alexis claimed that he would return on the thousandth year of her reign, the year Flauros had vowed he would come for his revenge. Thankfully, this would not be for a few years, so Agron had decided he should have enough time to prepare. Agron sighed, stood, and walked to the nearby desk. He could at least get a little work done on his next speech while he was waiting, he supposed.
---
A tear slid gently down Asterna's face, nothing seemed to be going to plan this week. First Alexis had been stricken with depression and she had been appointed the sometimes dangerous task of looking after her, and now... She looked tearfully down at the letter again, and now, her grandfather was ill. Jerringtosis. And this time, Asterna knew it was no cover up. She would have to return home to Darkgate immediately. Her Grandfather had been ill before only recently, and had barely recovered alive, and everyone knew the Jeringtosis preyed on the weak. While it was not usually fatal, she feared his chances were slim. After all, as an elf, he naturally had less resistance to the disease.
Asterna's father, her Grandfather's second son, had fled to the Calabim Empire to escape from the civil war which had devastated his village. He had come to outskirts of Prespur with nothing, but had started a business selling carved figures of Aeron the Protector and the other Gods of the Natural Order, a religion he found he had many synergies with. He had quickly become rich enough to buy a small house in the city proper, where he met and fell in love with a beautiful human woman. Asterna had been the fruit of their love. Asterna silently reprimanded herself for not visiting her parents lately, she had become so heavily involved with Agron's campaign that she had simply never had enough time. She went to the sink and washed her face. Finally, there was a knock on the door. Agron had arrived, she had sent for him almost an hour ago.
He entered, face contorted into an expression of empathy. She ran towards him, and hugged him with all he strength,
''Oh Agron!!'' she cried, ''What am I to do?''
He gently pulled her away from him and placed her on nearby chair.
''I have organised a coach for you, if you leave now you will be at his side in five days.''
''You're not coming?'' her voice was solemn. She knew it was impossible for him to come with her. After all, someone had to run the Empire, and none of the nobility could be trusted to do so without destroying all of their progress.
''I can't, I wish I could, but it's just not possible. I'm sorry.''
---
Agron watched the coach depart from his private chambers at the top of the East Tower. He smiled to think that soon everything would be in place. Asterna's Grandfather was only a mild inconvenience. He had long disapproved of Asterna's role in the Calabim Government, and was one of the petty, misguided Ljosalfar who had come to see Vampires as enemies and monsters, rather then the father's of modern civilisation, and had often tried to insist she returned home to the forest. Agron also suspected that he had been one of the main informers of the Ljosalfar Government and had employed spies in the Calabim Palace.
It had been simple indeed to contaminate a gift from Asterna with Jerringtosis, which had been rampant in the city of Prespur. However, Agron had sent him another parcel with Asterna's coach, containing a cure for Jerringtosis that he had developed himself. With this, he hoped he would see Vampire-kind for what they really were, and Agron as a friend instead of an enemy. It also ensured that Asterna was out of the city while the unpleasant procedures necessary for Agron to come to power were undertaken. He had never attempted to lie to her, or cover up the truth. She knew full-well what brutalities would be needed to gain control of the empire, but had no wish to take part or see it for herself.
Yes, soon his plan would be complete. He completed the final document with his signature, and then unlocked and opened a draw in his desk. He placed the document inside, and took out a long, silver dagger, which he sharpened carefully, before placing it under his pillow, blowing out the candle which dimly lit the room, and falling asleep.
Agron sat by the empty bed of Alexis, who had become known, of late, to some of the more outspoken noblemen as ''The Puppet Queen''. No matter how accurate this was, Agron feared the dissent amongst the nobility. He could not risk them overcoming their many feuds and uniting against him, not yet. Alexis had locked herself in her study four hours ago, and had not been seen since. Some of the servants were worried, but Agron had become used to this kind of behaviour. He had introduced painting as a hobby for her, hoping to distract her from her depression, and she had taken to it, perhaps surprisingly, like a flame to oil. He suspected she had locked herself in to prevent distractions from her latest masterpiece. Nethertheless, he would wait by her bed until she came out. In his hand he held a grey-coloured potion, which smelt strongly of onion. It was a brew he had ordered to be prepared as a counter for her growing depression. Although at first he had taken advantage of her illness, Agron now saw that she was becoming more and more disobedient and objective to his will as her illness strengthened and progressed. She blamed him for not doing more to prevent the coming of her brother, who she feared would avenge his exile by killing her and taking her place on the throne. Alexis claimed that he would return on the thousandth year of her reign, the year Flauros had vowed he would come for his revenge. Thankfully, this would not be for a few years, so Agron had decided he should have enough time to prepare. Agron sighed, stood, and walked to the nearby desk. He could at least get a little work done on his next speech while he was waiting, he supposed.
---
A tear slid gently down Asterna's face, nothing seemed to be going to plan this week. First Alexis had been stricken with depression and she had been appointed the sometimes dangerous task of looking after her, and now... She looked tearfully down at the letter again, and now, her grandfather was ill. Jerringtosis. And this time, Asterna knew it was no cover up. She would have to return home to Darkgate immediately. Her Grandfather had been ill before only recently, and had barely recovered alive, and everyone knew the Jeringtosis preyed on the weak. While it was not usually fatal, she feared his chances were slim. After all, as an elf, he naturally had less resistance to the disease.
Asterna's father, her Grandfather's second son, had fled to the Calabim Empire to escape from the civil war which had devastated his village. He had come to outskirts of Prespur with nothing, but had started a business selling carved figures of Aeron the Protector and the other Gods of the Natural Order, a religion he found he had many synergies with. He had quickly become rich enough to buy a small house in the city proper, where he met and fell in love with a beautiful human woman. Asterna had been the fruit of their love. Asterna silently reprimanded herself for not visiting her parents lately, she had become so heavily involved with Agron's campaign that she had simply never had enough time. She went to the sink and washed her face. Finally, there was a knock on the door. Agron had arrived, she had sent for him almost an hour ago.
He entered, face contorted into an expression of empathy. She ran towards him, and hugged him with all he strength,
''Oh Agron!!'' she cried, ''What am I to do?''
He gently pulled her away from him and placed her on nearby chair.
''I have organised a coach for you, if you leave now you will be at his side in five days.''
''You're not coming?'' her voice was solemn. She knew it was impossible for him to come with her. After all, someone had to run the Empire, and none of the nobility could be trusted to do so without destroying all of their progress.
''I can't, I wish I could, but it's just not possible. I'm sorry.''
---
Agron watched the coach depart from his private chambers at the top of the East Tower. He smiled to think that soon everything would be in place. Asterna's Grandfather was only a mild inconvenience. He had long disapproved of Asterna's role in the Calabim Government, and was one of the petty, misguided Ljosalfar who had come to see Vampires as enemies and monsters, rather then the father's of modern civilisation, and had often tried to insist she returned home to the forest. Agron also suspected that he had been one of the main informers of the Ljosalfar Government and had employed spies in the Calabim Palace.
It had been simple indeed to contaminate a gift from Asterna with Jerringtosis, which had been rampant in the city of Prespur. However, Agron had sent him another parcel with Asterna's coach, containing a cure for Jerringtosis that he had developed himself. With this, he hoped he would see Vampire-kind for what they really were, and Agron as a friend instead of an enemy. It also ensured that Asterna was out of the city while the unpleasant procedures necessary for Agron to come to power were undertaken. He had never attempted to lie to her, or cover up the truth. She knew full-well what brutalities would be needed to gain control of the empire, but had no wish to take part or see it for herself.
Yes, soon his plan would be complete. He completed the final document with his signature, and then unlocked and opened a draw in his desk. He placed the document inside, and took out a long, silver dagger, which he sharpened carefully, before placing it under his pillow, blowing out the candle which dimly lit the room, and falling asleep.
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The Great Journey
Alexis stood, naked in the cold stone hall, which seemed to stretch on for eternity, her body had become frail and lifeless. She knew what was coming. She knew what she must do. In the strange, unfamiliar chamber, she felt the eyes of her father, Aeron the Protector, upon her, and was glad to feel his influence warm her in the cold room. As she observed her surroundings, she watched as the ancient walls painted themselves, as if by magic, depicting the Great Journey, the Calabim's history since the beginning of time, the Story that few, perhaps only herself and one other, knew.
She watched as the mighty Aeron, in a fit of Rage at the coming of the Age of Ice, set lose his Angels upon the World of Erebus, striving to keep control of the remaining splinters of his domain. Tribe after Tribe fell into extinction, despite the guidance of the Angels, who on Erebus were known as Vampires. As their tribes perished in the endless snow, the Vampires despaired. Everything they loved was dying, yet they could not die. While the tribesmen each departed to Aeron's Vault, where the Great Protector could himself protect them from the harm of their own minds, own wishes and ambitions, the Vampires lived on. As the Winter deepened and c continued, the Vampires traversed the lands, desperately looking for any humans to help survive the harsh rule of Mulcarn and rebuild Aeron's Empire. Yet they could find none, and so, for hundreds of years they fed not upon the sins of humans, they cleansed not the spirit of man, and this drove them mad.
Vampires were created by Aeron the Protector for a purpose. To lead his followers, to punish them for their crimes, and then finally, to cleanse them of their sins, allowing them to reach the Vault of Aeron, the paradise of the Natural Order. They were created to be a superior race, and a superior race they were. Yet when the Vampires of old could not feed on the souls of man they began to degrade. A Vampire cannot die, but their ethics and their maternal instinct for mankind was truly mortal. They were driven wild as their minds were destroyed with hunger, the first Brujah were born.
The Brujah were terrible beasts, dark in appearance, with skin as pale as ice, they were muscular and vicious with fangs like needles. Terrible in comparison to Vampires of the Alexian Era, who were almost human-like in appearance. The Brujah joined and formed what could be liked to wolf packs, their screeches long echoed across Erebus, until one day, one of the packs of four Brujahs found an entrance to a cave system. Alexis peered carefully at this mural, as she walked slowly around the room. This was the beginning. As she followed across the wall she recalled, all those years ago, watching from paradise with her life-long companion as the wild Angels, the demonic Brujah, swarmed into the village of Al-ash-ir.
The humans had struggled, barely surviving, feeding of insects they found in their subterranean world. They had been so unprepared. A tear ran down Alexis's face as she remembered the struggle. The Brujah had butchered the weak resistance the men of the village could provide and had fed upon their flesh. For four years, their rule grew more and more harsh, until the last remnants of Aeron's Empire were on the brink of destruction. Aeron saw this, and with the last of his strength opened a great portal between his Vault and Al-ash-Ir. Fearing the attentions of Mulcarn, the portal could remain open for only a second. Just enough time for Alexis and Flauros, the twin children of Aeron, his Archangels, to slip through the ether and into the ruinous village.
She remembered the stench most of all. The reek of the place was almost unbearable, rotting flesh and unwashed Brujah, who had become ever more demonic during their short time as rulers. There had been a great battle, and eventually Alexis and Flauros had driven them from the village. Flauros had charged after them, and spent several years in the wilderness, during which he hunted down and destroyed each and every remaining Brujah. In paradise, Aeron grew stronger with each execution and he smiled upon the successes of his children. In Al-ash-ir, Alexis nurtured her small rabble of humans, teaching them many skills, and the history of Aeron's Domain. When Flauros returned, they had rebuilt the entire village, which now provided homes for almost forty humans.
Flauros and Alexis ruled for hundreds of years, whilst Mulcarn's Winter raged across the surface. Under their leadership Al-ash-Ir flourished and expanded, and the people gladly bowed to their every wish, including the ritualistic sin-eating, the necessary feeding of the Vampires. However, one day the twins had fought, and the related events led to the exile of Flauros, who returned to the upper world.
Alexis shook involuntarily. Flauros had always been a vengeful character, proud and strong, and true to his word. Alexis knew, in her beating heart, that she was not the one to combat Flauros, no, if she fought she would be doomed to fail. This revelation startled Alexis, and she ran desperately towards the far end of the hall, glimpsing in Murals her future, and that of her nation. She had known of Agron's plot since the beginning, she had known that he had used her as a pawn since he was gifted, pretending to love her, but she had seen his potential and allowed him to continue. He would make an excellent leader, he had shown it again and again. He had crippled the rebellious nobles and brought riches to the Empire, whilst somehow also gaining the respect and love of the human populace. He was incredible.
Suddenly she gasped, barely repressing it to contain the sound, there was a dark figure crouched a little further along the wall, closely examining one of the murals. He was covered only by a black cloak, and a long, silver dagger lay at his feet.
''Hello Alexis'' the man said, without looking round. His voice was cold, and unrecognisable.
''Wh... Who are you'' she whimpered, fearing the worst.
''Why Alexis, don't you remember your dear old brother?'' his tone was strangely jolly, yet as cold as Mulcarn's Vault, as he stood and straightened up. In the torchlight that lit the Hall, Alexis could see every bulging muscle on his body.
''You!'' she gasped.
''Me.'' He said, snidely.
Alexis desperately searched for an escape, or anything that could help her, yet the Hall was doorless. Following her gaze, Flauros bent down and picked up the dagger holding it carefully in his hand.
Suddenly, the walls began to shake. The murals vanished, as the paint fell to the floor as so much coloured sand.
''Alexis? Alexis!'' A great voice echoed around the hall as the walls fell apart. Flauros dived for cover as he narrowly avoided the falling masonry.
''Father?'' Alexis wondered aloud.
And then she awoke.
Alexis stood, naked in the cold stone hall, which seemed to stretch on for eternity, her body had become frail and lifeless. She knew what was coming. She knew what she must do. In the strange, unfamiliar chamber, she felt the eyes of her father, Aeron the Protector, upon her, and was glad to feel his influence warm her in the cold room. As she observed her surroundings, she watched as the ancient walls painted themselves, as if by magic, depicting the Great Journey, the Calabim's history since the beginning of time, the Story that few, perhaps only herself and one other, knew.
She watched as the mighty Aeron, in a fit of Rage at the coming of the Age of Ice, set lose his Angels upon the World of Erebus, striving to keep control of the remaining splinters of his domain. Tribe after Tribe fell into extinction, despite the guidance of the Angels, who on Erebus were known as Vampires. As their tribes perished in the endless snow, the Vampires despaired. Everything they loved was dying, yet they could not die. While the tribesmen each departed to Aeron's Vault, where the Great Protector could himself protect them from the harm of their own minds, own wishes and ambitions, the Vampires lived on. As the Winter deepened and c continued, the Vampires traversed the lands, desperately looking for any humans to help survive the harsh rule of Mulcarn and rebuild Aeron's Empire. Yet they could find none, and so, for hundreds of years they fed not upon the sins of humans, they cleansed not the spirit of man, and this drove them mad.
Vampires were created by Aeron the Protector for a purpose. To lead his followers, to punish them for their crimes, and then finally, to cleanse them of their sins, allowing them to reach the Vault of Aeron, the paradise of the Natural Order. They were created to be a superior race, and a superior race they were. Yet when the Vampires of old could not feed on the souls of man they began to degrade. A Vampire cannot die, but their ethics and their maternal instinct for mankind was truly mortal. They were driven wild as their minds were destroyed with hunger, the first Brujah were born.
The Brujah were terrible beasts, dark in appearance, with skin as pale as ice, they were muscular and vicious with fangs like needles. Terrible in comparison to Vampires of the Alexian Era, who were almost human-like in appearance. The Brujah joined and formed what could be liked to wolf packs, their screeches long echoed across Erebus, until one day, one of the packs of four Brujahs found an entrance to a cave system. Alexis peered carefully at this mural, as she walked slowly around the room. This was the beginning. As she followed across the wall she recalled, all those years ago, watching from paradise with her life-long companion as the wild Angels, the demonic Brujah, swarmed into the village of Al-ash-ir.
The humans had struggled, barely surviving, feeding of insects they found in their subterranean world. They had been so unprepared. A tear ran down Alexis's face as she remembered the struggle. The Brujah had butchered the weak resistance the men of the village could provide and had fed upon their flesh. For four years, their rule grew more and more harsh, until the last remnants of Aeron's Empire were on the brink of destruction. Aeron saw this, and with the last of his strength opened a great portal between his Vault and Al-ash-Ir. Fearing the attentions of Mulcarn, the portal could remain open for only a second. Just enough time for Alexis and Flauros, the twin children of Aeron, his Archangels, to slip through the ether and into the ruinous village.
She remembered the stench most of all. The reek of the place was almost unbearable, rotting flesh and unwashed Brujah, who had become ever more demonic during their short time as rulers. There had been a great battle, and eventually Alexis and Flauros had driven them from the village. Flauros had charged after them, and spent several years in the wilderness, during which he hunted down and destroyed each and every remaining Brujah. In paradise, Aeron grew stronger with each execution and he smiled upon the successes of his children. In Al-ash-ir, Alexis nurtured her small rabble of humans, teaching them many skills, and the history of Aeron's Domain. When Flauros returned, they had rebuilt the entire village, which now provided homes for almost forty humans.
Flauros and Alexis ruled for hundreds of years, whilst Mulcarn's Winter raged across the surface. Under their leadership Al-ash-Ir flourished and expanded, and the people gladly bowed to their every wish, including the ritualistic sin-eating, the necessary feeding of the Vampires. However, one day the twins had fought, and the related events led to the exile of Flauros, who returned to the upper world.
Alexis shook involuntarily. Flauros had always been a vengeful character, proud and strong, and true to his word. Alexis knew, in her beating heart, that she was not the one to combat Flauros, no, if she fought she would be doomed to fail. This revelation startled Alexis, and she ran desperately towards the far end of the hall, glimpsing in Murals her future, and that of her nation. She had known of Agron's plot since the beginning, she had known that he had used her as a pawn since he was gifted, pretending to love her, but she had seen his potential and allowed him to continue. He would make an excellent leader, he had shown it again and again. He had crippled the rebellious nobles and brought riches to the Empire, whilst somehow also gaining the respect and love of the human populace. He was incredible.
Suddenly she gasped, barely repressing it to contain the sound, there was a dark figure crouched a little further along the wall, closely examining one of the murals. He was covered only by a black cloak, and a long, silver dagger lay at his feet.
''Hello Alexis'' the man said, without looking round. His voice was cold, and unrecognisable.
''Wh... Who are you'' she whimpered, fearing the worst.
''Why Alexis, don't you remember your dear old brother?'' his tone was strangely jolly, yet as cold as Mulcarn's Vault, as he stood and straightened up. In the torchlight that lit the Hall, Alexis could see every bulging muscle on his body.
''You!'' she gasped.
''Me.'' He said, snidely.
Alexis desperately searched for an escape, or anything that could help her, yet the Hall was doorless. Following her gaze, Flauros bent down and picked up the dagger holding it carefully in his hand.
Suddenly, the walls began to shake. The murals vanished, as the paint fell to the floor as so much coloured sand.
''Alexis? Alexis!'' A great voice echoed around the hall as the walls fell apart. Flauros dived for cover as he narrowly avoided the falling masonry.
''Father?'' Alexis wondered aloud.
And then she awoke.
orangelex44
Partisan
Very nice. A... unique... interpretation of the lore, but entertaining.
Of course, you obviously have a goal you're aiming for, and I'd very much like to know what that is. Hmmm...
Of course, you obviously have a goal you're aiming for, and I'd very much like to know what that is. Hmmm...
