MaxsWife
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| 08 Aug 2016 05:44 AM |
Decades before Kingdom of Aesheris came to be what it is now, may we all recognize our roots. The races all trace back to the Main Ten. Call them the Ten Sacrifices or the Ten Betrayals, they are what made Aesheris what it is today.
//Start//
Asheris stood before the tower, her face enlightened and bright before all the possibilities before her. Around her, stood nine of her loyal friends.. The journey they had made to get to this point, only having brought them closer. They had come from a small village, looking to salvage the world that once was.. Whiping the sweat from her brow, the gates to the tower burst open, and there.. Their fates would be sealed.
The first gate stood, the blessing of Waves. Her hand reached out to claim this blessing.. Her face bright and hopeful, the start of salvation to their great kingdom.
Smack.
Shove.
Her hand had been thrust away as well as her body, looking up with a sense of confusion. Before her stood her first friend. Elegant as she was beautiful, her blue locks flowed around her.. A sneer adorning her face.. Or perhaps.. A saddened smile, her own fingers reaching to the Blessing of Waves. She gazed back at her friends one last time, her body disappearing into a portal of endless waves.
The first gate closed, thrusting anyone else who may have entered back and out. There still lay eight more, the remaining eight of her friends looking panicked.. Angry or.. Or regretful. Asheris couldn't make it out as they all started to rush towards the gates of blessings.
The second betrayal came from the lady of red. Her lover looking on before her, his face distraught as he watched her walk into the Blessing of Flames alone. His face twisted into one of hatred, thrusting himself towards the Blessing of Darkness. There, the two gates closed, embracing one in fire, and the other shadows.
The honorable knight cried a prayer to the earth, the ground beneath him shaking as it gave forth the Blessing of Earth. The bard, dancing his way into the Blessing of Wind.
Aesheris had come to her senses, shaking as she watched her poet follower enchant the Blessing of Thunder. Horror and betrayal filling her eyes as yet another sang to the Blessing of Light. The doors all slamming closed, only a pair of twins remaining. Her eyes filled with desperateness, the elder twin pushing the others away.. Reaching out to the sweet chill of the Blessing of Eternal Snow. The younger twin stumbled back, Aesheris only able to watch in horror. Her knees shaking, Aesheris had reached out to the last blessing, the Blessing of Magma. The younger twin had placed his hand over hers, tears filling his eyes.
"We share joy and pain."
Aesheris was blasted back, the blessing consuming the younger twin, all gates closed.. In her fingers remained a cool statue, unlit by the fire that had been meant for her. She climbed the stairs of the tower, her followers having betrayed what had been promised to her.
Step.
Sniffle.
Step.
She reached the top, met by nine statues, and there the Divines had reached out to her.. Her body wracking with the visions sought before her. Her first friend, drowned by the endless sea. The rest following, engulfed by flames, brang to insanity by the darkness. Thirst unquelled by the light, torn apart by lightning, swallowed by the earth, shredded to pieces by the wind, lost in the neverending snow, and melted by the warmth of the earth. The blessings were instead sacrifices, and she cried out to the Gods why they had done her so. All her regret and hatred swallowed by grief.. The statues leaking blood into the center.
Blinded by madness.. Or a feeling of uselessness, Aesheris had walked into the flames, and the flames shot into the sky. Her cries and screams not brought by the divine flame, but rather by her own grief. The ten had sacrificed their will and soul for the land, and once more had given it back life.
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