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Prologue.
In the time before Creation there was only void. Void different from what we know, where there was nothing and yet the makings of our world and all beyond. From the empty came the all, and thus was born our beauteous realm of Law and the ever-changing realm of Chaos. At the heart of these realms lay our Fathers, Akala and Inkhaos. The two saw each other, and were disgusted; they waged war. The Nine Orders of Law were created to be Akala's soldiers, and they fought proudly for him. For Inkhaos came the 27 Unknowables of Chaos, embodiments of what Chaos truely is. The war would go on for ages unknown, ravaging both sides. Some may consider this war between gods to be a reckoning, but in truth it was a blessing. The form of Chaos shaped by the mind of Law formed the first of the Equalities. The Equalities spread, and so the Elements and their children were born. Finally a middle ground, realms blessed by the gifts of Akala and Inkhaos. Seperated by the Realms of Equality, Law and Chaos could look in instead of out, and begin the holy work of growing their own realms, instead of destroying each other's. And at last, all was as we know it.
-The First Etchings, written by the Lumerium of the Fifth Order of Law
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It was dark in the cavern, the only light coming from the few torches left burning on the surrounding walls. In the center, two men clad in armor made preparations for a summoning ritual of sorts. It was not easy to aqcuire the reagents needed for the spell, especially as they weren't to leave the cave so long as their charge remained within the tree in the back. The two men were prepared to stay in that dark and damp cave for the rest of their lives; unfortunately for them, their prisoner found the key to its freedom long ago, and they were it.
"Careful with the chaos orbs, they weren't exactly easy to aqcuire and we need every single one." The Dragonlord had just finished carving a set of complex patterns into the ground. He was now filling the engravings with silver dust, all difficult to get.
"Yes I am quite aware of how difficult it was to get these; plus, I'd rather not risk accidentally summoning some monstrocity from Chaos." This one was a Guardian. Ironic that he'd fail in guarding the only thing he'd ever have too. He layed down the last of the chaos orbs, all of them strategically placed in a circle around the patterns. He pulled out a final sphere, it had the appearence of solid platinum with a metallic shine. Unlike all the others, this was an orb of Law. The Guardian placed it in the center of the circle; it was time.
"Are you ready?"
The Guardian was nervous, the being he was about to summon was a creature of incredible power in its own realm. "Yes, let us not keep the master waiting." The two began to concentrate. One had begun channeling mana into the patterns while the other sent his into the Law orb. The orb shined bright and was soon emitting a silvery light that could challenge the Sun. The two covered their eyes until the light faded away, and where there was an orb was now a strange humanoid being standing in front of them. It looked as though it was covered in platinum armor, with skin made of a cyan light. But most striking of all were the two huge wings on its back. The being looked around, feeling confused yet still quite calm. It's surroundings begin to shift around it, changing the area into a more organized state. The two men couldn't let the lawful corruption spread further, they were to ready engage the being until it spoke.
"You two, what is this place?" It spoke with the calm sterness expected of a soldier. "I am an Etherium of the Sixth Order of Law, and this would not appear to be the realm of Law. What realm is this and how did you summon me?" The men quickly started channeling their mana into the 13 orbs surrounding the being and directed the orbs' stored energies at it. The Etherium prepared to strike before it was hit, it then began yelling in an agony it never knew before. Its form began too shift; its platinum skin cracked and twisted itself, while its inner light began to die down. Its wings contorted into the shape of dragon's rather than a bird's, and finally it fell unconscience.
While one man went to prepare the being for some untold purpose, the other went to the tree in the back of the cave. Its bark was petrified and its leaves were long gone. The dragonlord rested his head upon it, closing his eyes. An event of a huge magnitude was about to go down, and Lore would not be the same after.
"Soon my master... soon... You'll be free, and this world will finally undergo the transformation it so desperately needs." He backed away from the tree, and went to help his comrade.
End of Prologue.
< Message edited by Jboy -- 6/16/2012 16:00:09 >
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