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Right, some of you might have heard about it and even read the story so far in the Screenwriting section, for general purposes I will quote myself here:
So well and nice and all that. But why am I actually posting here? Well, that is because this place gives me the oppertunity to make the story into what it is meant to be, a public idea fabric, of sort. So, the thing I want to ask of you guys and gals that might read this, is to create a race or character, or even a faction of that suits you well. Regions and dungeons is not needed or anything close to that.
And for the sake of not getting races that already exist I am going to post now the already existing races with a short description:
Races:
Black Elves.
- A sort of dark elves that strongly believes in the term "fight fire with fire." As followers of Khaine Lifeheart, they bear with them a burning hate for all demons and evil creatures. They use dark magic and dark ways to deal with their enemies, however. Their hair is in most cases black, their skin is grey and their eyes more than often glowing red. They wear armors filled with spikes or dark feathers, depending on their combat style. Their main capital is built on a place called Silent Rock and is partially on ground and partially on the mountainside. As a means of transport from mansion to mansion on the high mountian tops, their ride a sort of black ravens, and for ground movement they ride a sort of dark ant-creature.
Life Elves.
Highly noble and influental these are elves that is corrup and powerhungry. Seemingly nice on the outside they always see to the horizon for new land to conquer, new treasures to unlock and new resources to exploit. Their appearance can be all from green hair and long beard with glowing green eyes, to blonde hair, no beard and glowing blue eyes. With a normal skin colour, in most cases. Their capital city, Celon, is placed within a cluster of mountains, making the mountains seem like walls around the great capital, with sea within range the city is a highly strategical located capital.
Northians.
The Northians are polar-bear men living on the northenmost lands of Origon. A place of which there never gets warm and there is minus degrees all year long. Due to this fact there is little food, and water is a hard thing to gather, thus the race is split into four different tribes, each tribe having one vital job for the rest of the race. Their capital city is the meltingpoint, its where all the tribes transport their resources and from there either redirect or delivers it. And this city is located inside a mountain, an active volcano to be more precise. The Northaians are quite a cross between vikings and escimos. Their quite capable warriors but they do not carry a weapon of which cannot have a second use, skinning, wood cutting... etc.
Nomads.
Nomads are a race of wanderes, naturally. They bare quite a large resemblance to humans, but there are some differences. For instance; a Nomad never stops growing, unlike humans that start shrinking when they get older. The Nomads is also a very mystical and wise race, they most commonly give clouded answers to questions and will indirectly look down uppon "weaker" rases. They do have a capital city however. As the Nomads know little about their passed many nomads have the work of archeologism, and are trying to uncover artifacts and ruins from times they cannot remember, and ofc trying to find out why they cant remember those times. Thus was their capital born, origined as a dig-site, Waistwind became a meeting place, a place of which all Nomads once in their lives visit, at least. Travelers from everywhere actually visits this town. This have also resulted in that Waistwind is the capital with the most detailed library, every travelling man have a story to tell, eh?
Humans.
Noble, honerable knights of the light... Pfff, you thought I would go this basic? No, the Humans are sea folks, all of them. Pirates and barbarians, shabby folks with simple minds, for the most part. Most of their citys is located near the sea and that is also the case for their capital, the "paradise city" as referred to on the streets of itself; Lion's Isle is the literal term of the name. The humans is also the race that have the most detailed maps, and most likely the race that knows the most locations and iselands and shit.
Naga.
To depict them as a race, picture the World of Warcraft naga, just with feet instead of that snake shit. Thats the basic look as for now. As for the race itself, their more like a cross between Astec and Samurais. Their like very loyal and very honerable to their king/queen, but at the same time their a cunning dark race of which develops great inventions of magic and engineering. Their capital city, as for the moment, is located inside a cliff facing the sea at the west side of Northstorm Isle, named Stormpeak. The city is halfways above water and halfways under it, and while wandering the corridors and streets of the city, expect to hear some heavy mecanics at work and steaming damp and shit comming out from working machines.
A race of which also have a stricts parting between rich and poor.
Lichsworn. (working title)
A very young race; born by Nazrim himself this is a race of skeletal zombies bound together by the chill of fear and ice. The natural mind of the Lichsworn is that of a dope adict, or something along those lines. There is a sort of crystals in this world named Fear Gems, crystals made by manifested fear, created in stone. These crystals are born where the great demi-god Nazrim lay his hands and step his feet. Their blindly following their lord, for the most part.
Khimera.
Once one of the most powerful races they roamed the world as formless shadows tearing everything appart. But their powers, and their freedom was take away from them as the Dragon Emperor locked them down into a dungeon enchanted with the most powerful dragon races to be witnessed on the face of this earth. And slowly, as they exhausted themselves trying to break through the enchantments and otherwise just lying around boring the shit out of themselves, they manifested and became fiends of flesh and blood. Shortly after this they also learned about the joys of reproduction
Newly set free by their former lord, Nazrim, as he threaded the world once again; stronger than he had ever been, they follow him by blood oath and listen to his very command.
Vampars.
A sort of small yeti like men, this is a vast and savage race. Worshipping a sort of primitive god of their own they preforme close to satanic rituals and offerings, and among their ranks are stronger overlords tossing the smaller ones arouns as if they were balls in their hands. This race is so vast that you will find almost all races confronting them in some way or the other through war. But they are not to be under estimated, even though their primitive in their ways; their extremely cunnning and clever. Having no capital city, seemingly, they act as parasites on this world; come to an aeria and exhaust all resources and abuse everything possible, then they move onto new grounds to harras. Highly hated by all civilized races.
Factions:
Shadow Fiends.
The shadow fiends is a faction of individuals thats highest wish is to be one with the shadow plane. The Shadow Plane is the world of the dead and deseased. The faction is mostly located on old abandoned fortresses and castles, as well as some ruins along the world. One could say that their ways is a bit the same as Buddhism. Anyways, as a means of earning money this race is taking money to... Remove individuals from this world, working as assassins and worshipping dark powers on their spare time these guys can become very lethal. The rank of a Shadow Fiend isnt showing on their armor or badges or anything, its a more physical thing than that. The more powerful one are in the arts of darkness, the more he becomes one with the shadow plane, dark cracks in the skin, black eyes and dark auras are some of the many physical proofs of their power.
Order of Tranquillity.
This highly light worshipping faction is one of perception. Because, even though they seem noble and nice on the outside, their something FAR different on the inside. Using mental powers and their abilities to sway minds these light worshippers is nothing short of a satanic cult. They say that by dieing you will accend to the world of Tranquillity, the ever lasting sleep, the perfect state. And thus they continuously have their reason to slay people on their alters and light soaked circles of force. And whenever asked why they doesnt simply commit suicide themselves, the answer is simply; "Why would I commit such a cruel and selfish act? I who is enlightened should not think about myself and go forth into the peace. No, I will stay in this world for as long as I can breathe, I will make it my duty to help others, to lead them and to maintain the peace in my halls."
Heroes:
Khaine Lifeheart.
Quote: "Do you know... What it feels like, to be a betrayer..? Do you know... What it feels like to murder your own father..? Do you know... What it feels like, to be supposed to save this entire world..?"
The prince of the Life Elves, lord and king of the Black Elves and the said-to-be savior of the entire world of Origon. A grim personality by all rights and means. This fellow murders his own father, betrays is own people and becomes a demon of darkness. And attop all of this, he is expected to save the entire world? I wouldnt like to be him.
Orthon.
"The winds speak the words of patience, the seas whisper the words of change and the sky witnesses everything."
Orthon is a typical Nomad, very mysterious and distant. He is also a very strong Phrohpet of the Winds. His life is centered around helping and guiding Khaine, as he is also the one that frees Khaine from his bounds to the demon Nazrim, of which at e sertain point of his life takes control of him, Orthon also becomes Khaines best friend in due time.
Skarn Stonehand
"If you threat my brothers, if you invade my lands, then know, my enemy; that I will always be there to fight you."
Skarn Stonehand is a member of the Iceclaw tribe, as of which is quite odd since his entire family is true Stormtusk blood. It is strange for a Northain comming from a family where all the men were great warriors and King Mammothon hunters, to become a sneaky fighter for the Iceclaw tribe. And above all else, to become a sorcerer as he is. Skarn is one of the lesser Frost Callers of the Northians. But at the same time he is a very handy warrior, one of the few mixes that turns out to become something very strong. Skarn operates as one of the greatest scout-leaders of the Iceclaw tribes, and will in due time be known as the greatest Northian to walk the snowfilled plains of White Mountain.
There are some more heroes but I'm not feeling like writing them down for now, I'll do so in due time though.
So remember, I am simply asking for anyone that is interested to create a race, a faction or a character to fit the story I am writing, and most likely, if the idea is good, I will include it in the story in some way or the other. There is no real restrictions of what you can do and not, the only things is that I would like for you to keep it special/exclusive, I mean, dont come up with something that have been used 1000 times before, and even if you DO make a race which is used many times, do make it seem different. Also, details, I would like for it to be detailed But thats ofc you choice.
Now, at last I want to say sorry for any spelling errors, I am not English of nature, and thanks to anyone that would mind taking part in this ^^
Right, I am spinning around on my own ideas for a fantasy story, and talk with my friends about it. I've written some loose stories to this point, and want to see what you guys think about them, lets start of with the prologue of the story;
The Beginning of Everything
Known only through legends, told in ages long forgotten by the flow of time, is the Prothions. Translated from old Nomadic; Creators. These beings have always been, always will be, and shall never leave this plane of existence. But in ages past, these beings were dreaming, and slowly, through times unimaginable, they gained their limitless powers, the powers to do everything.
They were awoken, and were given individual tasks, never to be known by mortal minds. And over millennias they experimented with their powers, until they finally settled down to create something of importance, something they needed, for reasons unknown; they created life. They are the fathers of the planets, they are the engineers of existence, and they are the Prothions, also known as Gods.
But being in the perfect state that these Prothions were and are, there is nothing in their world considered evil or good, to them there is only order and chaos, without order there will be chaos and with chaos there is destruction; destruction of everything. And these beings are creators, thus destruction is their greatest enemy.
There is only one codex that the gods cannot interfere with, one which was not made by them, but by their own creators. And this is the codex of the physical laws. And these laws tell, among many other things, that the gods can never undo anything they make. They were manufactured to create, they are the generators of creation, and to shape and create is their only point of existence.
The Fallen One
In all there were seven gods. Each given their task, and each different from the other, they were: Ky - Keeper of Life, Ran - The Preserver of Mana, Kor - The Shaper, Nin - Overseer of the Cosmos, Bar - Father of Mortals, Oll - The Wise, and End - The Spirit Guide.
These gods were all given their tasks, and those was: Ky were to keep the life, shape it and control it, he were to invent life in a form and work it out to become something more than a substance. Ran were to keep, preserve and evolve Mana, the tool of creation. Kor were to shape worlds and materials that didn’t exist, he were to make a system of shapes and forms that were to be used by the other gods in various ways. Nin were to evolve and preserve the Cosmos, the home of the gods, the place where no mortal could ever set its foot.
Bar were to create mortals, lesser beings that were to drive the worlds, to watch over them and to guide them when it was needed. Oll was the one who were to see to it that the other gods did what they were given a task to do. He was the great lord of the gods. End was to help everything that died to enter the spiritual world, where they would serve a whole different cause than they did when they were alive.
And the gods worked, they experimented, and left unfinished world everywhere, planets were made, many and vast they spread across the Cosmos. Large, uninhabited and extremely dangerous worlds. And soon, over millions of tries they finally decided to create one world, one true place where they were to take it as long as to create the essence of life. A world known to mortals as "Origon."
While the Prothions created this new world, Origon, there was something that happened, something none could have foretold, a power so mighty and so vast that not even a god could have stopped its coming. This power made Kor - The Shaper fall to the mortal world. He became a mortal, yet he didn’t lose his powers.
The first mortal feeling he felt as he walked the world was fear. Fear of being killed, killed by low some mortals. And soon panic gripped him, and he centered himself at a place called "Cthor Sathon." From there he used his incredible powers to forge mountains, to part the mortals from one another, so they couldn’t band together and kill him. After he shaped the mountains around the world, he forged one great mountain around himself, so large that no mortal could reach the top of it. No mortal could ever break through it. This mountain where over time to be named "Mt. Korith."
He forged a new type of mortals, powerful and much larger than any of the existing mortals, humanoids created by pure rock, these guardians of the gods, where to be named "Titans." Also known as the race of the gods. And thus, afraid of the mortal world, Kor entered a meditation state. He slept inside his mountains, communicating with the other gods, while as his guardians walked the great halls of the mountains. And thousands upon thousands of years were to pass before his awakening...
Godly Conflicts.
After the Prothions had created the world, and the beings, mortals, which were to inhabit the world they set back and watched with pride as their creation evolved and flew like a dream. Everything was perfect. But it didn’t last, over thousands of years mortals didn’t stop evolving. They learned how to communicate, how to make weapons, create homes. How to wage war upon one another. And how to kill. But the worse of which, was that mortals evolved a way to use the tool of creation, Mana.
In the beginning the Prothions thought it was quite nice to see the mortals evolve, and use their tools. But it didn’t stop, the mortals found new ways of using the Mana and the Prothions foresaw that with time these mortals would evolve their knowledge about Mana so much that they would become as strong, of even stronger than the Prothions. And this would lead to chaos, and even more, destruction of this plane of existence.
Kor was the first of the Prothions that noticed the danger, he awakened and started to prepare himself to go to war against the mortals, after all, he were the only Prothions able to touch the mortal world, physically. But the Prothions of the cosmos didn’t believe that Kor was capable to completing this task on his own, and therefore decided that they had to do the only thing they could, create a being so evil and so powerful that it would destroy the world, and let nothing survive.
Ky - Keeper of Life, did not agree with the other gods. He meant that the mortals could never gain so much power as to endanger the very gods themselves. But the remaining Prothions didn’t listen to him, and began their plan of creating this being. As the others wouldn’t want to listen to him, he had to take the matter into his own hands, and departed from the other gods; he searched the mortal world for a champion, one whom would become the savior of the mortal world.
And he found his champion, in a child just borne inside the walls of Liannor, the great elven capital city, the home of the Lifehearts. He found his champion in Khaine Lifeheart, son of Liijian Lifeheart, king of the Life Elves. But the other gods, deep in their manufacturing plan, had found the perfect tool, they had brought back the spirit of Nazrim, the overseer of the Underlords, if which nearly destroyed their world thousands of years ago, now again to walk the earth of Origon with twice the powers he had before, he were Nazrim – Destroyer of Life.
So, now you know how the world is and how it came to life, lets get to the main story, this is only the first chapter, I guess there is nothing that is REALLY special about it, but I'm writing it like that for a reason:
The First Days
The news about the newborn child traveled with a pace unimaginable through the palace halls. The heir of the throne, the one whom would in time become their king. The news of Khaine Lifehearts birth had reached every corner of the entire elven empire before night would dawn and new a day rose.
His father, Liijian, stood beside his love, as she embraced her new son. And happily they exchanged looks of joy, for their son was a strong and healthy one. The boy had black raven hair, grey eyes and a nice and pale skin. But even though it was unnatural for the elves to have black hair and grey eyes his parents didn’t show any sign of distaste, for they were as happy as they could be, for they had finally gotten a son.
As time passed and little Khaine grew up, he was to get one brother and one sister. His sister came two years after himself and their brother seeing the day of light 2 years after his sister. All three of them grew a very close together, and wanted to play with each other more than anyone else in the royal family.
Chapter 1: The Sign.
Khaine was half sleeping while he slowly awoke from his slumber. He seemed to stare at the roof for minutes to pass, and this was not too unfamiliar, as he found himself doing so almost each morning. The roof was filled with carved figures and beasts; it was an artwork of carpentry which caught his eyes each morning. He seemed to always try to figure out the total meaning of the picture; on the far left side of the roof there was carved out two large armies fighting each other, one of the armies seemed to be elves, naturally, but the other race was unknown to him. They looked bestial, with harsh fur, nearly seeming to be spikes, skulls around their wrists and neck and big horns coming out from their heads.
Among the bestial warriors there seemed to be a commander, a large and scary giant of which Khaine had tried to avoid looking at for many nights, as it tended to give him nightmares. But at the morning it would be indifferent, after all; it wasn’t like he were going to sleep. On the other side of the room, just above the round table with his glowing magical crystal which Chrantor had made him, were the other halve of the carved picture. This was much more peaceful and it was this one he liked the most. It was a picture of an alter, large and glowing in the morning sun, with a shining orb at the top.
The orb seemed so beautiful with its smooth lines and sharp edges. Khaine often found himself thinking it was some kind of a crystal. There was robed elves gathered in a circle around an alter. And flying above the alter was a creature Khaine had never seen before. It was large and scaly, it had wings, and its pride seemed so complete that Khaine thought it would have to be a God or something along those lines.
And just as Khaine was about to close his eyes again there came an insanely knocking on his door. Seeming like thunder to his half-alert ears, and then the voice of his sister “Khaine, wake up! Wake up!” her voice was as always, even though she was screaming, a beautiful plays of melody. Though very irritated at the sudden and unaware knocking and screaming he answered her “What is it Aleya?”
“The sun is already up brother, and its dawn of the Seed.” She retorted with an enthusiastic voice. Khaine woke at that, she was right, it WAS dawn of the Seed, and they had no given tasks today. He were quick about his business, throwing his shirt and pants on, then he opened the door to let his sister inn.
He rushed the dressing, maybe a bit too much, and all along his sister stood watching him with a rather peculiar smile on her face. Finally she said “don’t rush it Khaine, we have all the day to play, here let me help you.” Khaine tried to resist the help she offered, but he knew his sister was very determined on details, and he couldn’t deny her help either, because he knew that would only make her mad at him. After what seemed like hours she finally approved of his appearance, after all, she couldn’t walk about with his brother looking like a civilian.
After that was settled they walked down the royal chamber to fetch his brother, Eonar. As they walked down the hallway Khaines eyes fell to the details of the art that covered the whole corridor once again. He could not understand how one could find it so joyful to make walls, chairs and tables, as well as windows and doors with so much effort, so much details in the woodwork, and to not mention the silver lines and the golden Mana crystal overhead, making the flow of magic go by like a dreaming song of which you didn’t hear, but could clearly see.
When they came to their brother’s chamber, it didn’t take long to figure out that Eonar wasn’t there. His bed was made, and everything was neatly ordered. “Nothing like your room...” Aleya pointed out ironically. Khaine let that one pass as they moved on, after all there was nothing to argue about; his brother’s room WAS cleaner than his own.
They figured their brother had already gone down to the family garden, so they moved down the stairs to find him. When they came out into the striking sunlight on the early morning they saw their brother standing with their mother, and she seemed to fixing a bit on his clothing, and their father was sitting in a chair by the dam feeding the fishes.
“Good morning, sleepy ones.” Their mother, Naori, said rather mockingly. Aleya were quick to defend herself “I awoke two hours ago mother, I had to dress myself and get Khaine up from bed!” she said rather wounded. Khaine drew up his shoulders and sighed “Yeah, it’s because of me she’s here so late, if it really matters” then he gave her sister a rather penetrating look. “I know, dear” Naori answered rather calmly.
Then Aleya went over to her mother and began talking about something that Khaine knew he had no affairs with. So he moved on, sat down on the rocks besides his father and gazed upon the little pond where the fishes fought about the small pits of food that his father was throwing out to them. “The day is rather refreshing, don’t you think?” Liijian said calmly. “Yes father, though it seems just like the day yesterday, and will most likely be like this tomorrow too.” Khaine answered indifferently. “Your probably right.” His father answered with a little laugh to it.
Noticing his fathers eyes on him, Khaine turned towards his father, his eyes were penetrating and serious just for a moment, then they turned into those soft joyful eyes he was far too used to. “You’ve grown much lately Khaine, I am proud of you my son, you should know that.” He said lovingly to his son. “Maybe it is even time we began discussions about your training.” His father said thoughtfully. Khaine looked upon is father, his eyes widened greatly. “Training father, really? I can assure you, I am as prepared as I can be.” Khaine said very Enthusiastically. “Sure you are.” His father said, his eyes gazing towards the pond again.
Then his brother called on him from over with the table. “Khaine, come along, we’re going to the lake!” his brothers voice sounded rather heavy on him. But nevertheless, he went along with his brother and sister. After they had all gone by their rooms, fetching whatever they might need they went on to the lake.
The lake was not far from the castle, even though it was outside the city; one whom wished could easily see them from on of the high towers. The water was rather cold compared to the fresh and cozy air above. But Khaine had some sort of personal thing to settle, he were never the last one in the water, which was final. Quite frequently he was also the first one to jump into the water. But not today.
Aleya was fist to jump into the water, close followed by Khaine and at last came Eonar. They splashed around, dragged each other under the water a bit and swam over to the little island in the middle of the lake where the large tree was located. But eventually they all calmed down, and sat at the edge of the water tipping their feet into the water and Aleya was splashing a bit on his younger brother.
Suddenly Aleya shouted “last one over the lake is a loser!” and she jumped into the water laughing, closely followed by Eonar which were determined to not lose. Khaine didn’t bother trying to follow, they had both gotten too much of a head start and it would only make him look bad if he came after them, trying to get over but failing critically. Better to just ignore it and let them play their little game.
Then, as he sat there alone, he could swear he heard some sort of song slowly growing around him. As if many people were gathered around him singing some beautiful song and the neat melody that filled the air were all so calming on him. But what scared him was that he couldn’t see a thing, there was no one around him, and his brother and sister was almost halfway over the lake, it couldn’t be any of them tricking with him. And then there was a voice, gentle and very noble, the voice said “I hail thee, Khaine Lifeheart, thou that art the savior of this world.”
Then the voice and music suddenly disappeared and his brother and sister returned. “Why didn’t you come?” her sister asked rather insulted. “I… Eh, I think we should return to the castle now.” Was the only answer he gave her, and without even waiting for an answer he turned and began walking towards the castle, leaving the lake and the mysterious voice behind.
As some last words I want to say that I am Norweigan, and dont speak English as my main language. Thus I am sorry for any gramatical errors or misstypings. Thanks for your time, and I hope you enjoy my story ^^
P.S: Critique and comments are welcome.
The Beginning of Everything
Known only through legends, told in ages long forgotten by the flow of time, is the Prothions. Translated from old Nomadic; Creators. These beings have always been, always will be, and shall never leave this plane of existence. But in ages past, these beings were dreaming, and slowly, through times unimaginable, they gained their limitless powers, the powers to do everything.
They were awoken, and were given individual tasks, never to be known by mortal minds. And over millennias they experimented with their powers, until they finally settled down to create something of importance, something they needed, for reasons unknown; they created life. They are the fathers of the planets, they are the engineers of existence, and they are the Prothions, also known as Gods.
But being in the perfect state that these Prothions were and are, there is nothing in their world considered evil or good, to them there is only order and chaos, without order there will be chaos and with chaos there is destruction; destruction of everything. And these beings are creators, thus destruction is their greatest enemy.
There is only one codex that the gods cannot interfere with, one which was not made by them, but by their own creators. And this is the codex of the physical laws. And these laws tell, among many other things, that the gods can never undo anything they make. They were manufactured to create, they are the generators of creation, and to shape and create is their only point of existence.
The Fallen One
In all there were seven gods. Each given their task, and each different from the other, they were: Ky - Keeper of Life, Ran - The Preserver of Mana, Kor - The Shaper, Nin - Overseer of the Cosmos, Bar - Father of Mortals, Oll - The Wise, and End - The Spirit Guide.
These gods were all given their tasks, and those was: Ky were to keep the life, shape it and control it, he were to invent life in a form and work it out to become something more than a substance. Ran were to keep, preserve and evolve Mana, the tool of creation. Kor were to shape worlds and materials that didn’t exist, he were to make a system of shapes and forms that were to be used by the other gods in various ways. Nin were to evolve and preserve the Cosmos, the home of the gods, the place where no mortal could ever set its foot.
Bar were to create mortals, lesser beings that were to drive the worlds, to watch over them and to guide them when it was needed. Oll was the one who were to see to it that the other gods did what they were given a task to do. He was the great lord of the gods. End was to help everything that died to enter the spiritual world, where they would serve a whole different cause than they did when they were alive.
And the gods worked, they experimented, and left unfinished world everywhere, planets were made, many and vast they spread across the Cosmos. Large, uninhabited and extremely dangerous worlds. And soon, over millions of tries they finally decided to create one world, one true place where they were to take it as long as to create the essence of life. A world known to mortals as "Origon."
While the Prothions created this new world, Origon, there was something that happened, something none could have foretold, a power so mighty and so vast that not even a god could have stopped its coming. This power made Kor - The Shaper fall to the mortal world. He became a mortal, yet he didn’t lose his powers.
The first mortal feeling he felt as he walked the world was fear. Fear of being killed, killed by low some mortals. And soon panic gripped him, and he centered himself at a place called "Cthor Sathon." From there he used his incredible powers to forge mountains, to part the mortals from one another, so they couldn’t band together and kill him. After he shaped the mountains around the world, he forged one great mountain around himself, so large that no mortal could reach the top of it. No mortal could ever break through it. This mountain where over time to be named "Mt. Korith."
He forged a new type of mortals, powerful and much larger than any of the existing mortals, humanoids created by pure rock, these guardians of the gods, where to be named "Titans." Also known as the race of the gods. And thus, afraid of the mortal world, Kor entered a meditation state. He slept inside his mountains, communicating with the other gods, while as his guardians walked the great halls of the mountains. And thousands upon thousands of years were to pass before his awakening...
Godly Conflicts.
After the Prothions had created the world, and the beings, mortals, which were to inhabit the world they set back and watched with pride as their creation evolved and flew like a dream. Everything was perfect. But it didn’t last, over thousands of years mortals didn’t stop evolving. They learned how to communicate, how to make weapons, create homes. How to wage war upon one another. And how to kill. But the worse of which, was that mortals evolved a way to use the tool of creation, Mana.
In the beginning the Prothions thought it was quite nice to see the mortals evolve, and use their tools. But it didn’t stop, the mortals found new ways of using the Mana and the Prothions foresaw that with time these mortals would evolve their knowledge about Mana so much that they would become as strong, of even stronger than the Prothions. And this would lead to chaos, and even more, destruction of this plane of existence.
Kor was the first of the Prothions that noticed the danger, he awakened and started to prepare himself to go to war against the mortals, after all, he were the only Prothions able to touch the mortal world, physically. But the Prothions of the cosmos didn’t believe that Kor was capable to completing this task on his own, and therefore decided that they had to do the only thing they could, create a being so evil and so powerful that it would destroy the world, and let nothing survive.
Ky - Keeper of Life, did not agree with the other gods. He meant that the mortals could never gain so much power as to endanger the very gods themselves. But the remaining Prothions didn’t listen to him, and began their plan of creating this being. As the others wouldn’t want to listen to him, he had to take the matter into his own hands, and departed from the other gods; he searched the mortal world for a champion, one whom would become the savior of the mortal world.
And he found his champion, in a child just borne inside the walls of Liannor, the great elven capital city, the home of the Lifehearts. He found his champion in Khaine Lifeheart, son of Liijian Lifeheart, king of the Life Elves. But the other gods, deep in their manufacturing plan, had found the perfect tool, they had brought back the spirit of Nazrim, the overseer of the Underlords, if which nearly destroyed their world thousands of years ago, now again to walk the earth of Origon with twice the powers he had before, he were Nazrim – Destroyer of Life.
So, now you know how the world is and how it came to life, lets get to the main story, this is only the first chapter, I guess there is nothing that is REALLY special about it, but I'm writing it like that for a reason:
The First Days
The news about the newborn child traveled with a pace unimaginable through the palace halls. The heir of the throne, the one whom would in time become their king. The news of Khaine Lifehearts birth had reached every corner of the entire elven empire before night would dawn and new a day rose.
His father, Liijian, stood beside his love, as she embraced her new son. And happily they exchanged looks of joy, for their son was a strong and healthy one. The boy had black raven hair, grey eyes and a nice and pale skin. But even though it was unnatural for the elves to have black hair and grey eyes his parents didn’t show any sign of distaste, for they were as happy as they could be, for they had finally gotten a son.
As time passed and little Khaine grew up, he was to get one brother and one sister. His sister came two years after himself and their brother seeing the day of light 2 years after his sister. All three of them grew a very close together, and wanted to play with each other more than anyone else in the royal family.
Chapter 1: The Sign.
Khaine was half sleeping while he slowly awoke from his slumber. He seemed to stare at the roof for minutes to pass, and this was not too unfamiliar, as he found himself doing so almost each morning. The roof was filled with carved figures and beasts; it was an artwork of carpentry which caught his eyes each morning. He seemed to always try to figure out the total meaning of the picture; on the far left side of the roof there was carved out two large armies fighting each other, one of the armies seemed to be elves, naturally, but the other race was unknown to him. They looked bestial, with harsh fur, nearly seeming to be spikes, skulls around their wrists and neck and big horns coming out from their heads.
Among the bestial warriors there seemed to be a commander, a large and scary giant of which Khaine had tried to avoid looking at for many nights, as it tended to give him nightmares. But at the morning it would be indifferent, after all; it wasn’t like he were going to sleep. On the other side of the room, just above the round table with his glowing magical crystal which Chrantor had made him, were the other halve of the carved picture. This was much more peaceful and it was this one he liked the most. It was a picture of an alter, large and glowing in the morning sun, with a shining orb at the top.
The orb seemed so beautiful with its smooth lines and sharp edges. Khaine often found himself thinking it was some kind of a crystal. There was robed elves gathered in a circle around an alter. And flying above the alter was a creature Khaine had never seen before. It was large and scaly, it had wings, and its pride seemed so complete that Khaine thought it would have to be a God or something along those lines.
And just as Khaine was about to close his eyes again there came an insanely knocking on his door. Seeming like thunder to his half-alert ears, and then the voice of his sister “Khaine, wake up! Wake up!” her voice was as always, even though she was screaming, a beautiful plays of melody. Though very irritated at the sudden and unaware knocking and screaming he answered her “What is it Aleya?”
“The sun is already up brother, and its dawn of the Seed.” She retorted with an enthusiastic voice. Khaine woke at that, she was right, it WAS dawn of the Seed, and they had no given tasks today. He were quick about his business, throwing his shirt and pants on, then he opened the door to let his sister inn.
He rushed the dressing, maybe a bit too much, and all along his sister stood watching him with a rather peculiar smile on her face. Finally she said “don’t rush it Khaine, we have all the day to play, here let me help you.” Khaine tried to resist the help she offered, but he knew his sister was very determined on details, and he couldn’t deny her help either, because he knew that would only make her mad at him. After what seemed like hours she finally approved of his appearance, after all, she couldn’t walk about with his brother looking like a civilian.
After that was settled they walked down the royal chamber to fetch his brother, Eonar. As they walked down the hallway Khaines eyes fell to the details of the art that covered the whole corridor once again. He could not understand how one could find it so joyful to make walls, chairs and tables, as well as windows and doors with so much effort, so much details in the woodwork, and to not mention the silver lines and the golden Mana crystal overhead, making the flow of magic go by like a dreaming song of which you didn’t hear, but could clearly see.
When they came to their brother’s chamber, it didn’t take long to figure out that Eonar wasn’t there. His bed was made, and everything was neatly ordered. “Nothing like your room...” Aleya pointed out ironically. Khaine let that one pass as they moved on, after all there was nothing to argue about; his brother’s room WAS cleaner than his own.
They figured their brother had already gone down to the family garden, so they moved down the stairs to find him. When they came out into the striking sunlight on the early morning they saw their brother standing with their mother, and she seemed to fixing a bit on his clothing, and their father was sitting in a chair by the dam feeding the fishes.
“Good morning, sleepy ones.” Their mother, Naori, said rather mockingly. Aleya were quick to defend herself “I awoke two hours ago mother, I had to dress myself and get Khaine up from bed!” she said rather wounded. Khaine drew up his shoulders and sighed “Yeah, it’s because of me she’s here so late, if it really matters” then he gave her sister a rather penetrating look. “I know, dear” Naori answered rather calmly.
Then Aleya went over to her mother and began talking about something that Khaine knew he had no affairs with. So he moved on, sat down on the rocks besides his father and gazed upon the little pond where the fishes fought about the small pits of food that his father was throwing out to them. “The day is rather refreshing, don’t you think?” Liijian said calmly. “Yes father, though it seems just like the day yesterday, and will most likely be like this tomorrow too.” Khaine answered indifferently. “Your probably right.” His father answered with a little laugh to it.
Noticing his fathers eyes on him, Khaine turned towards his father, his eyes were penetrating and serious just for a moment, then they turned into those soft joyful eyes he was far too used to. “You’ve grown much lately Khaine, I am proud of you my son, you should know that.” He said lovingly to his son. “Maybe it is even time we began discussions about your training.” His father said thoughtfully. Khaine looked upon is father, his eyes widened greatly. “Training father, really? I can assure you, I am as prepared as I can be.” Khaine said very Enthusiastically. “Sure you are.” His father said, his eyes gazing towards the pond again.
Then his brother called on him from over with the table. “Khaine, come along, we’re going to the lake!” his brothers voice sounded rather heavy on him. But nevertheless, he went along with his brother and sister. After they had all gone by their rooms, fetching whatever they might need they went on to the lake.
The lake was not far from the castle, even though it was outside the city; one whom wished could easily see them from on of the high towers. The water was rather cold compared to the fresh and cozy air above. But Khaine had some sort of personal thing to settle, he were never the last one in the water, which was final. Quite frequently he was also the first one to jump into the water. But not today.
Aleya was fist to jump into the water, close followed by Khaine and at last came Eonar. They splashed around, dragged each other under the water a bit and swam over to the little island in the middle of the lake where the large tree was located. But eventually they all calmed down, and sat at the edge of the water tipping their feet into the water and Aleya was splashing a bit on his younger brother.
Suddenly Aleya shouted “last one over the lake is a loser!” and she jumped into the water laughing, closely followed by Eonar which were determined to not lose. Khaine didn’t bother trying to follow, they had both gotten too much of a head start and it would only make him look bad if he came after them, trying to get over but failing critically. Better to just ignore it and let them play their little game.
Then, as he sat there alone, he could swear he heard some sort of song slowly growing around him. As if many people were gathered around him singing some beautiful song and the neat melody that filled the air were all so calming on him. But what scared him was that he couldn’t see a thing, there was no one around him, and his brother and sister was almost halfway over the lake, it couldn’t be any of them tricking with him. And then there was a voice, gentle and very noble, the voice said “I hail thee, Khaine Lifeheart, thou that art the savior of this world.”
Then the voice and music suddenly disappeared and his brother and sister returned. “Why didn’t you come?” her sister asked rather insulted. “I… Eh, I think we should return to the castle now.” Was the only answer he gave her, and without even waiting for an answer he turned and began walking towards the castle, leaving the lake and the mysterious voice behind.
As some last words I want to say that I am Norweigan, and dont speak English as my main language. Thus I am sorry for any gramatical errors or misstypings. Thanks for your time, and I hope you enjoy my story ^^
P.S: Critique and comments are welcome.
So well and nice and all that. But why am I actually posting here? Well, that is because this place gives me the oppertunity to make the story into what it is meant to be, a public idea fabric, of sort. So, the thing I want to ask of you guys and gals that might read this, is to create a race or character, or even a faction of that suits you well. Regions and dungeons is not needed or anything close to that.
And for the sake of not getting races that already exist I am going to post now the already existing races with a short description:
Races:
Black Elves.
- A sort of dark elves that strongly believes in the term "fight fire with fire." As followers of Khaine Lifeheart, they bear with them a burning hate for all demons and evil creatures. They use dark magic and dark ways to deal with their enemies, however. Their hair is in most cases black, their skin is grey and their eyes more than often glowing red. They wear armors filled with spikes or dark feathers, depending on their combat style. Their main capital is built on a place called Silent Rock and is partially on ground and partially on the mountainside. As a means of transport from mansion to mansion on the high mountian tops, their ride a sort of black ravens, and for ground movement they ride a sort of dark ant-creature.
Life Elves.
Highly noble and influental these are elves that is corrup and powerhungry. Seemingly nice on the outside they always see to the horizon for new land to conquer, new treasures to unlock and new resources to exploit. Their appearance can be all from green hair and long beard with glowing green eyes, to blonde hair, no beard and glowing blue eyes. With a normal skin colour, in most cases. Their capital city, Celon, is placed within a cluster of mountains, making the mountains seem like walls around the great capital, with sea within range the city is a highly strategical located capital.
Northians.
The Northians are polar-bear men living on the northenmost lands of Origon. A place of which there never gets warm and there is minus degrees all year long. Due to this fact there is little food, and water is a hard thing to gather, thus the race is split into four different tribes, each tribe having one vital job for the rest of the race. Their capital city is the meltingpoint, its where all the tribes transport their resources and from there either redirect or delivers it. And this city is located inside a mountain, an active volcano to be more precise. The Northaians are quite a cross between vikings and escimos. Their quite capable warriors but they do not carry a weapon of which cannot have a second use, skinning, wood cutting... etc.
Nomads.
Nomads are a race of wanderes, naturally. They bare quite a large resemblance to humans, but there are some differences. For instance; a Nomad never stops growing, unlike humans that start shrinking when they get older. The Nomads is also a very mystical and wise race, they most commonly give clouded answers to questions and will indirectly look down uppon "weaker" rases. They do have a capital city however. As the Nomads know little about their passed many nomads have the work of archeologism, and are trying to uncover artifacts and ruins from times they cannot remember, and ofc trying to find out why they cant remember those times. Thus was their capital born, origined as a dig-site, Waistwind became a meeting place, a place of which all Nomads once in their lives visit, at least. Travelers from everywhere actually visits this town. This have also resulted in that Waistwind is the capital with the most detailed library, every travelling man have a story to tell, eh?
Humans.
Noble, honerable knights of the light... Pfff, you thought I would go this basic? No, the Humans are sea folks, all of them. Pirates and barbarians, shabby folks with simple minds, for the most part. Most of their citys is located near the sea and that is also the case for their capital, the "paradise city" as referred to on the streets of itself; Lion's Isle is the literal term of the name. The humans is also the race that have the most detailed maps, and most likely the race that knows the most locations and iselands and shit.
Naga.
To depict them as a race, picture the World of Warcraft naga, just with feet instead of that snake shit. Thats the basic look as for now. As for the race itself, their more like a cross between Astec and Samurais. Their like very loyal and very honerable to their king/queen, but at the same time their a cunning dark race of which develops great inventions of magic and engineering. Their capital city, as for the moment, is located inside a cliff facing the sea at the west side of Northstorm Isle, named Stormpeak. The city is halfways above water and halfways under it, and while wandering the corridors and streets of the city, expect to hear some heavy mecanics at work and steaming damp and shit comming out from working machines.
A race of which also have a stricts parting between rich and poor.
Lichsworn. (working title)
A very young race; born by Nazrim himself this is a race of skeletal zombies bound together by the chill of fear and ice. The natural mind of the Lichsworn is that of a dope adict, or something along those lines. There is a sort of crystals in this world named Fear Gems, crystals made by manifested fear, created in stone. These crystals are born where the great demi-god Nazrim lay his hands and step his feet. Their blindly following their lord, for the most part.
Khimera.
Once one of the most powerful races they roamed the world as formless shadows tearing everything appart. But their powers, and their freedom was take away from them as the Dragon Emperor locked them down into a dungeon enchanted with the most powerful dragon races to be witnessed on the face of this earth. And slowly, as they exhausted themselves trying to break through the enchantments and otherwise just lying around boring the shit out of themselves, they manifested and became fiends of flesh and blood. Shortly after this they also learned about the joys of reproduction
Newly set free by their former lord, Nazrim, as he threaded the world once again; stronger than he had ever been, they follow him by blood oath and listen to his very command.
Vampars.
A sort of small yeti like men, this is a vast and savage race. Worshipping a sort of primitive god of their own they preforme close to satanic rituals and offerings, and among their ranks are stronger overlords tossing the smaller ones arouns as if they were balls in their hands. This race is so vast that you will find almost all races confronting them in some way or the other through war. But they are not to be under estimated, even though their primitive in their ways; their extremely cunnning and clever. Having no capital city, seemingly, they act as parasites on this world; come to an aeria and exhaust all resources and abuse everything possible, then they move onto new grounds to harras. Highly hated by all civilized races.
Factions:
Shadow Fiends.
The shadow fiends is a faction of individuals thats highest wish is to be one with the shadow plane. The Shadow Plane is the world of the dead and deseased. The faction is mostly located on old abandoned fortresses and castles, as well as some ruins along the world. One could say that their ways is a bit the same as Buddhism. Anyways, as a means of earning money this race is taking money to... Remove individuals from this world, working as assassins and worshipping dark powers on their spare time these guys can become very lethal. The rank of a Shadow Fiend isnt showing on their armor or badges or anything, its a more physical thing than that. The more powerful one are in the arts of darkness, the more he becomes one with the shadow plane, dark cracks in the skin, black eyes and dark auras are some of the many physical proofs of their power.
Order of Tranquillity.
This highly light worshipping faction is one of perception. Because, even though they seem noble and nice on the outside, their something FAR different on the inside. Using mental powers and their abilities to sway minds these light worshippers is nothing short of a satanic cult. They say that by dieing you will accend to the world of Tranquillity, the ever lasting sleep, the perfect state. And thus they continuously have their reason to slay people on their alters and light soaked circles of force. And whenever asked why they doesnt simply commit suicide themselves, the answer is simply; "Why would I commit such a cruel and selfish act? I who is enlightened should not think about myself and go forth into the peace. No, I will stay in this world for as long as I can breathe, I will make it my duty to help others, to lead them and to maintain the peace in my halls."
Heroes:
Khaine Lifeheart.
Quote: "Do you know... What it feels like, to be a betrayer..? Do you know... What it feels like to murder your own father..? Do you know... What it feels like, to be supposed to save this entire world..?"
The prince of the Life Elves, lord and king of the Black Elves and the said-to-be savior of the entire world of Origon. A grim personality by all rights and means. This fellow murders his own father, betrays is own people and becomes a demon of darkness. And attop all of this, he is expected to save the entire world? I wouldnt like to be him.
Orthon.
"The winds speak the words of patience, the seas whisper the words of change and the sky witnesses everything."
Orthon is a typical Nomad, very mysterious and distant. He is also a very strong Phrohpet of the Winds. His life is centered around helping and guiding Khaine, as he is also the one that frees Khaine from his bounds to the demon Nazrim, of which at e sertain point of his life takes control of him, Orthon also becomes Khaines best friend in due time.
Skarn Stonehand
"If you threat my brothers, if you invade my lands, then know, my enemy; that I will always be there to fight you."
Skarn Stonehand is a member of the Iceclaw tribe, as of which is quite odd since his entire family is true Stormtusk blood. It is strange for a Northain comming from a family where all the men were great warriors and King Mammothon hunters, to become a sneaky fighter for the Iceclaw tribe. And above all else, to become a sorcerer as he is. Skarn is one of the lesser Frost Callers of the Northians. But at the same time he is a very handy warrior, one of the few mixes that turns out to become something very strong. Skarn operates as one of the greatest scout-leaders of the Iceclaw tribes, and will in due time be known as the greatest Northian to walk the snowfilled plains of White Mountain.
There are some more heroes but I'm not feeling like writing them down for now, I'll do so in due time though.
So remember, I am simply asking for anyone that is interested to create a race, a faction or a character to fit the story I am writing, and most likely, if the idea is good, I will include it in the story in some way or the other. There is no real restrictions of what you can do and not, the only things is that I would like for you to keep it special/exclusive, I mean, dont come up with something that have been used 1000 times before, and even if you DO make a race which is used many times, do make it seem different. Also, details, I would like for it to be detailed
But thats ofc you choice.Now, at last I want to say sorry for any spelling errors, I am not English of nature, and thanks to anyone that would mind taking part in this ^^
