Akbarthegreat
Angel of Junil
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No one knows what happened to the Aifons. There was a prophecy of destruction, a sense of foreboding and a coming darkness that went on for years. Strange events became more frequent, animals that lived in peace with the Aifons turned violent, animals were born with deformities and the most spiritual suffered horrible nightmares.
The omens were so prevalent that their most promising young adventurer was sent to sequester help. What he found was all bad, without exception every prophet foretold his death and the death of his people. Some told of even worse than death, of eternal loss. Some just fell to tears when they tried to augur his future.
Trenton never did find out exactly what could cause such destruction, but he did find a way to stop it. A ritual that would allow Danalin himself to enter creation.
The quest for it was a long one and Trenton met and learned a lot about the Godswar, the Compact and Godslayer. He talked to Branding of the Grigori about the role of the gods, and priests of most of the good and neutral religions. In the end he stood upon the island home of his people the day before their prophesied doom and considered his options. His friends were around him, the ritual was in hand and he had everything he needed to perform it. But he decided not to do it.
Maybe Trenton didn't believe that the threat was real. Maybe he though it was just a trick to restart the Godswar. Or maybe he knew that even though what he did might save his people, it would eventually destroy many more.
The next day was still and silent. Children played in the water as the adults sat and waited nervously. Every solider stood vigilant guard under the silver symbol of their people, a bottomless triangle that many assumed was a shark fin but was in fact the central mountain of their island home. Despite Trenton's decision not to perform the ritual Danalin still loved his children and awoke the greatest of his creations to protect them. Chief among these was the great Leviathan who swam deep beneath the island awaiting any attack.
The peace was shattered by a sudden flood of irrational cries and prayers from the Aifons, then nothing. No souls passed into Danalin's vault, none passed into Arawn's underworld. They were simply gone.
The islands themselves are uninhabited now, though there is evidence people lived there (both above and below the water) the entire area is tainted with the same influence the Aifons had noticed up until the attack. But there was nothing left of any of the people, Trenton or his companions.
The only creature to have survived the attack was the Leviathan, though he has been driven mad by it. He is now a mindless killer taking every opportunity to destroy any life he comes across. If the memories of the attack remain in the Leviathans mind, they are nothing but haunted visions that drive him on.
The omens were so prevalent that their most promising young adventurer was sent to sequester help. What he found was all bad, without exception every prophet foretold his death and the death of his people. Some told of even worse than death, of eternal loss. Some just fell to tears when they tried to augur his future.
Trenton never did find out exactly what could cause such destruction, but he did find a way to stop it. A ritual that would allow Danalin himself to enter creation.
The quest for it was a long one and Trenton met and learned a lot about the Godswar, the Compact and Godslayer. He talked to Branding of the Grigori about the role of the gods, and priests of most of the good and neutral religions. In the end he stood upon the island home of his people the day before their prophesied doom and considered his options. His friends were around him, the ritual was in hand and he had everything he needed to perform it. But he decided not to do it.
Maybe Trenton didn't believe that the threat was real. Maybe he though it was just a trick to restart the Godswar. Or maybe he knew that even though what he did might save his people, it would eventually destroy many more.
The next day was still and silent. Children played in the water as the adults sat and waited nervously. Every solider stood vigilant guard under the silver symbol of their people, a bottomless triangle that many assumed was a shark fin but was in fact the central mountain of their island home. Despite Trenton's decision not to perform the ritual Danalin still loved his children and awoke the greatest of his creations to protect them. Chief among these was the great Leviathan who swam deep beneath the island awaiting any attack.
The peace was shattered by a sudden flood of irrational cries and prayers from the Aifons, then nothing. No souls passed into Danalin's vault, none passed into Arawn's underworld. They were simply gone.
The islands themselves are uninhabited now, though there is evidence people lived there (both above and below the water) the entire area is tainted with the same influence the Aifons had noticed up until the attack. But there was nothing left of any of the people, Trenton or his companions.
The only creature to have survived the attack was the Leviathan, though he has been driven mad by it. He is now a mindless killer taking every opportunity to destroy any life he comes across. If the memories of the attack remain in the Leviathans mind, they are nothing but haunted visions that drive him on.
So, what happened to the Aifons?