Post by Nightwing™ on May 1, 2017 5:00:42 GMT -5
The History of Bellicose
Everything stems from the first being; the Abyss often referred to by the Deities as Mother. 'She' was the first. From her, all life sprang. Her first were the Five: Jaecar, the Great Hunter and Spirit of the Wild; Nocturna, the Lady of the Night and Victory; Marika, the Holder of Power and Destruction; Tythos, the One who Dwells Below; and Incarnate, the Father of Fear. Then came the world of Bellicose. The Gods took to the world with fervor, each claiming their spots and watching the nubile planet flourish.
From the union between the endless abyss, Mother, and the darkness that inhabited it, Incarnate, came the deities called The Twelve Horrors; the worst beings to be brought into existence. They were all the horrors and misfortunes one could endure. The other deities were disgusted by them and banished them from the Celestial Realm. It was then that they became a plague upon Bellicose. Incarnate, in anger at the treatment of his children, lashed out at the one closest to him; Jaecar. The Great Hunter attacked back and a vicious fight ensued between the two.
A new God sprung to life during the battle between Jaecar and Incarnate. The blood they shed of each other poisoned the ground, and from the mixture came a being now only referred to as The Black Harrier. What 'his' true name is, none but the oldest Gods know. It, along with the Horrors' and Incarnate's names, have been stricken from history, so as to prevent any mortals from ever uttering them. To do so would be to call the God's attention to you, and that is a death sentence, for you and those you love, if you're lucky.
Mother took an interest in The Black Harrier. One so young, yet so powerful, called to her. Jaecar, however, was appalled by the being. He was a monstrosity, not in form, but in nature. One could expect none less from a being borne of enraged blood and gifted of the hunt and fear. The God could take no action against his unwanted progeny, for Mother absconded with the new deity.
The deities grew increasingly paranoid. Mother was strong; stronger than each of them. She could end the world, end them, if she so pleased. It worried them that she may change her mind about her creations. And her new fancy with The Black Harrier was equally perturbing. What the two planned, the others did not know, but they feared for themselves. So, they gathered together and waged war on their creator. It was an arduous battle, one they almost did not win, and had even one of them not been present, they would have surely failed. But, triumph they did. They locked Mother away, making certain that no one but themselves could go near her. The Black Harrier was stripped of his status and locked away in mortal flesh with his powers bound for eternity, cursed to live the life of a regular being over and over with no memories of the deific status.
Now, the Gods felt they could rest easy and continue on ruling the planet. One night, as Jaecar hunted, he spotted Nocturna in the sky, radiant with beauty and power. He sought Lady Night's hand and sang to the sky for her. As a gift, he created a race of night-prowling hunters called elves in her honor. Nocturna, charmed by the Great Beasts courting, descended from her throne in the stars and touched the earth for the first time. Her essence drew upon the hearth, and from the union came the first race; the Fae.
Jaecar and Nocturna soon married and had several children; each powerful in their own right. Rarely does Lady Night come to Earth, and each night, The Great Beast sings to his far away love, thus giving birth to the tale of why the wolves howl at the moon. Lingering in the shadows, watching ever patiently is the formless deity Incarnate. The Faceless One was quite envious of Jaecar for wedding Nocturna, for why should he have her and not himself? After all, He is Darkness, and She is the Night. They are perfect for one another. And so, he waited and plotted. When the Goddess was alone in the Celestial Realm, he attacked. His attempts to kidnap the Goddess were for naught. She may be Night, but she is also Victory, and he could not hope to defeat her. He was chased back to the mortal realm in anger and shame.
Jaecar, upon hearing about the attack on his wife, decided to hunt for his traitorous 'sibling'. Before he could find the deity, he was attacked by the Fae King, Rynthanaral. The king was offended that Jaecar dare hunt in his domain and blinded the God in one eye. From the Godblood shed came the falcon now known as Cernentia, the Eye of Jaecar. The God retreated, allowing the wound to heal and his anger to grow. Forgetting his hunt for Incarnate, he instead hunted the one who injured him. Once he arrived at Rynthanaral's Kingdom, Jaecar, in his rage, transformed into a mighty beast, taller than the eye could see. And in that form, he destroyed the kingdom and all the fae within, save the King. Rather than kill Rynthanaral outright, the Beast devoured the Fae whole and absorbed their very soul and essence into himself.
As time passed, however, Jaecar realized the Fae's soul was not completely gone. Rather, the rage of the slain king still lived on, driving the God insane. To combat this, he passed the piece of his soul tainted by the wrath onto a single mortal. That mortal was granted great powers over an intense blue fire and the ability to conjure celestial animals to their aid. In times of duress or great anger, it even granted them the ability to transform into a smaller version of his Grand Form. He usually passed the soul onto a worthy mortal who was looking to bargain with him. Many believed it to be a blessing, but it's not quite so. Those with the piece in them, simply called The Beast by fellow mortals, were bound to the soul until their death. The rage of Rynthanaral could drive some mortals insane or burn them up from the inside. A mortal must always take the shard within them, or risk Jaecar losing control.
While that was going on, Marika tended to her own anger. She was jealous that her sister go the throne in the sky and stood leader of the pantheon. However, unlike Incarnate, she had no misconceptions about her place. She knew her sister was always fated to win and to challenge her was foolish. That still did not stop the bitterness from rising. While Nocturna was a warrior at heart, Marika was sheer power. She could sink entire cities, raze kingdoms with the wave of a hand, or bless mortals with marvelous abilities. One day, while exploring the mortal realm, she came across Incarnate. The being still seethed over his loss, but she was able to talk him down from another foolish plan. She was quite interested in the shapeless deity, as none had ever truly seen his full form. It did not take much to convince the deity to take a more tangible shape. What she saw was monstrous. A towering, skeletal creature with lengthy, clawed hands, digitigrade legs, and a fanged, equine-like skull for a head. Glowing green smoke seemed to pour continuously from its sockets, and from its mouth came a long, prehensile tongue. Grand wings stretched from its back, nearly blotting out the light.
Rather than be horrified by the creature that Incarnate truly was, she was even more intrigued. Their shared anger over their lots and a mutual attraction led to their eventual union. From them, came great monstrosities that roam the world still. The Twelve Horrors terrorized the mortal realm, as did the creatures created by Marika and Incarnate. Soon, Jaecar took it upon himself to form a group of great hunters to defend the mortals from the monsters preying on them. Thus, The Wolves of Jaecar came to be. Most often, the group is simply referred to as the Wolves or the Pack. They are the elite and blessed acolytes of Jaecar. It is their duty to hunt, not only the beasts that prey on mortals, but those guilty of crimes heinous enough that it catches the God's attention. The Alpha is gifted with a dagger called Jaecar's Fang, a great and powerful thing, as well as Cernentia, so Jaecar could keep an eye on his acolytes and search for others in need of judgment. Alongside The Pack, Jaecar hunted down the last of the Fae and rendered them extinct.
Tythos, fed up with the drama above ground, descended to the bottom of the ocean. They had no desire to communicate with their 'siblings' or any being above the water. To see them out of the ocean is a clue that something terrible is occurring, for they cannot be bothered with anything less than a world-wide catastrophe. Though they were pleased to be away from the nuisances that are their siblings and the mortals the deities were so fond of, they grew lonely in the vast, empty abyss. Thus they started forming the life beneath the waters.
From a spike off their own body, they formed a giant sea monster named the Leviathan. The creature could completely wrap its body around the length of the continent Aerinon. Even with their new-found companion, the deity was still aching from solitude. Still, they had no desire to travel above the depths they called home. So, one last time, they attempted to create a new companion. From the attempt came the first nymphs; Kanos and Neirina. Though, as genderless as Tythos, the nymphs formed the unique ability shift their bodies between sexes. Kanos adopted a somewhat masculine appearance, while Neirina found comfort in a feminine physique.
So pleased with their new companions was the deity, that they offered the nymphs one wish each. Neirina, having found a love of music, wanted to share her voice with the world. Tythos agreed to the wish, and that was how the first Siren came to be. Kanos, with his wish, asked his creator for siblings so he would not be alone. Finding no fault in the request, they took sand from the ocean floors and created two more nymphs, Kelrynn and Keon. However, the sand Tythos used to create Kelrynn was taken too far into the abyss of the ocean, and thus the nymph was tainted. He was ill-tempered and full of hate. It only took a short time for the nymph to disappear into the blackness of the trenches. The sand used to create Keon had been taken to close to the shores, tainting him as well. He was restless and unattached to the ocean, unlike his brothers. He, too, left his brother, in a desire to explore the world above the waters. In the deity's shame for ruining his first creation's gift, he granted Kanos and the other nymphs extraordinary powers.
By this time, the elves had advanced spectacularly. Cities rose, Kingdoms fell, technology grew more and more complex. Soon, they were capable of space flight. They were even able to create magnificent gadgets, implants to enhance themselves on various levels, and a holographic tool they could project outward from their hands. The tool, simply called holotech, could be stretched as large or small as one's hands could afford, turned and bent, record, playback, browse the internet, and manage funds. It's capable of many great things and most are implanted once they're deemed of age. Perhaps the most useful function is the auto-translator built within. The tool is consistently updating itself and adding languages learned every day to its database, though some languages are still unavailable or prove difficult to translate.
The people of Bellicose found themselves at war twice over with two different planets, Jaura and Curda. Both times, aided by their advanced technology, weaponry, and blessings, they came out victorious. Both times, The Wolves proved to be indispensable allies. With some conflict and disagreement, they were able to settle into a treaty with the opposing planets. Now, all may travel to and from freely. That was many years ago, before humans set foot on the planet. The boom that followed increased Bellicose's numbers greatly. Within one hundred years, they focused efforts on colonizing the moon.
It was about this time that humans first discovered the planet. In natural human assertiveness and elven aggression, the two races clashed. Elves did not take to humans trying to inhabit their planet without permission kindly. They hunted the humans without restriction. Some did it only for sport, or even for food. The war that followed lasted many years, until the Gods intervened and demanded peace lest they force it upon them. The humans, in shock that such beings existed, halted their attacks. The elves, knowing the weight of the threat and not willing to anger the deities, pacified themselves.
That was one-hundred and twenty-eight years ago. Now, there are whispers that an ancient power rattles the cages of her prison. A deity, bound to a temporal form, is beginning to remember his place. With each new memory, the call of Mother grows louder. The Gods fear a war is approaching. With Mother enraged and the shackles weakening, she is starting to influence the mortals to her side as she calls to them in their sleep and subconscious thoughts. The Pantheon is preparing for battle and calling forth all who are capable of fighting in their honor.
The question is: Just who exactly is left for them to call on?
From the union between the endless abyss, Mother, and the darkness that inhabited it, Incarnate, came the deities called The Twelve Horrors; the worst beings to be brought into existence. They were all the horrors and misfortunes one could endure. The other deities were disgusted by them and banished them from the Celestial Realm. It was then that they became a plague upon Bellicose. Incarnate, in anger at the treatment of his children, lashed out at the one closest to him; Jaecar. The Great Hunter attacked back and a vicious fight ensued between the two.
A new God sprung to life during the battle between Jaecar and Incarnate. The blood they shed of each other poisoned the ground, and from the mixture came a being now only referred to as The Black Harrier. What 'his' true name is, none but the oldest Gods know. It, along with the Horrors' and Incarnate's names, have been stricken from history, so as to prevent any mortals from ever uttering them. To do so would be to call the God's attention to you, and that is a death sentence, for you and those you love, if you're lucky.
Mother took an interest in The Black Harrier. One so young, yet so powerful, called to her. Jaecar, however, was appalled by the being. He was a monstrosity, not in form, but in nature. One could expect none less from a being borne of enraged blood and gifted of the hunt and fear. The God could take no action against his unwanted progeny, for Mother absconded with the new deity.
The deities grew increasingly paranoid. Mother was strong; stronger than each of them. She could end the world, end them, if she so pleased. It worried them that she may change her mind about her creations. And her new fancy with The Black Harrier was equally perturbing. What the two planned, the others did not know, but they feared for themselves. So, they gathered together and waged war on their creator. It was an arduous battle, one they almost did not win, and had even one of them not been present, they would have surely failed. But, triumph they did. They locked Mother away, making certain that no one but themselves could go near her. The Black Harrier was stripped of his status and locked away in mortal flesh with his powers bound for eternity, cursed to live the life of a regular being over and over with no memories of the deific status.
Now, the Gods felt they could rest easy and continue on ruling the planet. One night, as Jaecar hunted, he spotted Nocturna in the sky, radiant with beauty and power. He sought Lady Night's hand and sang to the sky for her. As a gift, he created a race of night-prowling hunters called elves in her honor. Nocturna, charmed by the Great Beasts courting, descended from her throne in the stars and touched the earth for the first time. Her essence drew upon the hearth, and from the union came the first race; the Fae.
Jaecar and Nocturna soon married and had several children; each powerful in their own right. Rarely does Lady Night come to Earth, and each night, The Great Beast sings to his far away love, thus giving birth to the tale of why the wolves howl at the moon. Lingering in the shadows, watching ever patiently is the formless deity Incarnate. The Faceless One was quite envious of Jaecar for wedding Nocturna, for why should he have her and not himself? After all, He is Darkness, and She is the Night. They are perfect for one another. And so, he waited and plotted. When the Goddess was alone in the Celestial Realm, he attacked. His attempts to kidnap the Goddess were for naught. She may be Night, but she is also Victory, and he could not hope to defeat her. He was chased back to the mortal realm in anger and shame.
Jaecar, upon hearing about the attack on his wife, decided to hunt for his traitorous 'sibling'. Before he could find the deity, he was attacked by the Fae King, Rynthanaral. The king was offended that Jaecar dare hunt in his domain and blinded the God in one eye. From the Godblood shed came the falcon now known as Cernentia, the Eye of Jaecar. The God retreated, allowing the wound to heal and his anger to grow. Forgetting his hunt for Incarnate, he instead hunted the one who injured him. Once he arrived at Rynthanaral's Kingdom, Jaecar, in his rage, transformed into a mighty beast, taller than the eye could see. And in that form, he destroyed the kingdom and all the fae within, save the King. Rather than kill Rynthanaral outright, the Beast devoured the Fae whole and absorbed their very soul and essence into himself.
As time passed, however, Jaecar realized the Fae's soul was not completely gone. Rather, the rage of the slain king still lived on, driving the God insane. To combat this, he passed the piece of his soul tainted by the wrath onto a single mortal. That mortal was granted great powers over an intense blue fire and the ability to conjure celestial animals to their aid. In times of duress or great anger, it even granted them the ability to transform into a smaller version of his Grand Form. He usually passed the soul onto a worthy mortal who was looking to bargain with him. Many believed it to be a blessing, but it's not quite so. Those with the piece in them, simply called The Beast by fellow mortals, were bound to the soul until their death. The rage of Rynthanaral could drive some mortals insane or burn them up from the inside. A mortal must always take the shard within them, or risk Jaecar losing control.
While that was going on, Marika tended to her own anger. She was jealous that her sister go the throne in the sky and stood leader of the pantheon. However, unlike Incarnate, she had no misconceptions about her place. She knew her sister was always fated to win and to challenge her was foolish. That still did not stop the bitterness from rising. While Nocturna was a warrior at heart, Marika was sheer power. She could sink entire cities, raze kingdoms with the wave of a hand, or bless mortals with marvelous abilities. One day, while exploring the mortal realm, she came across Incarnate. The being still seethed over his loss, but she was able to talk him down from another foolish plan. She was quite interested in the shapeless deity, as none had ever truly seen his full form. It did not take much to convince the deity to take a more tangible shape. What she saw was monstrous. A towering, skeletal creature with lengthy, clawed hands, digitigrade legs, and a fanged, equine-like skull for a head. Glowing green smoke seemed to pour continuously from its sockets, and from its mouth came a long, prehensile tongue. Grand wings stretched from its back, nearly blotting out the light.
Rather than be horrified by the creature that Incarnate truly was, she was even more intrigued. Their shared anger over their lots and a mutual attraction led to their eventual union. From them, came great monstrosities that roam the world still. The Twelve Horrors terrorized the mortal realm, as did the creatures created by Marika and Incarnate. Soon, Jaecar took it upon himself to form a group of great hunters to defend the mortals from the monsters preying on them. Thus, The Wolves of Jaecar came to be. Most often, the group is simply referred to as the Wolves or the Pack. They are the elite and blessed acolytes of Jaecar. It is their duty to hunt, not only the beasts that prey on mortals, but those guilty of crimes heinous enough that it catches the God's attention. The Alpha is gifted with a dagger called Jaecar's Fang, a great and powerful thing, as well as Cernentia, so Jaecar could keep an eye on his acolytes and search for others in need of judgment. Alongside The Pack, Jaecar hunted down the last of the Fae and rendered them extinct.
Tythos, fed up with the drama above ground, descended to the bottom of the ocean. They had no desire to communicate with their 'siblings' or any being above the water. To see them out of the ocean is a clue that something terrible is occurring, for they cannot be bothered with anything less than a world-wide catastrophe. Though they were pleased to be away from the nuisances that are their siblings and the mortals the deities were so fond of, they grew lonely in the vast, empty abyss. Thus they started forming the life beneath the waters.
From a spike off their own body, they formed a giant sea monster named the Leviathan. The creature could completely wrap its body around the length of the continent Aerinon. Even with their new-found companion, the deity was still aching from solitude. Still, they had no desire to travel above the depths they called home. So, one last time, they attempted to create a new companion. From the attempt came the first nymphs; Kanos and Neirina. Though, as genderless as Tythos, the nymphs formed the unique ability shift their bodies between sexes. Kanos adopted a somewhat masculine appearance, while Neirina found comfort in a feminine physique.
So pleased with their new companions was the deity, that they offered the nymphs one wish each. Neirina, having found a love of music, wanted to share her voice with the world. Tythos agreed to the wish, and that was how the first Siren came to be. Kanos, with his wish, asked his creator for siblings so he would not be alone. Finding no fault in the request, they took sand from the ocean floors and created two more nymphs, Kelrynn and Keon. However, the sand Tythos used to create Kelrynn was taken too far into the abyss of the ocean, and thus the nymph was tainted. He was ill-tempered and full of hate. It only took a short time for the nymph to disappear into the blackness of the trenches. The sand used to create Keon had been taken to close to the shores, tainting him as well. He was restless and unattached to the ocean, unlike his brothers. He, too, left his brother, in a desire to explore the world above the waters. In the deity's shame for ruining his first creation's gift, he granted Kanos and the other nymphs extraordinary powers.
By this time, the elves had advanced spectacularly. Cities rose, Kingdoms fell, technology grew more and more complex. Soon, they were capable of space flight. They were even able to create magnificent gadgets, implants to enhance themselves on various levels, and a holographic tool they could project outward from their hands. The tool, simply called holotech, could be stretched as large or small as one's hands could afford, turned and bent, record, playback, browse the internet, and manage funds. It's capable of many great things and most are implanted once they're deemed of age. Perhaps the most useful function is the auto-translator built within. The tool is consistently updating itself and adding languages learned every day to its database, though some languages are still unavailable or prove difficult to translate.
The people of Bellicose found themselves at war twice over with two different planets, Jaura and Curda. Both times, aided by their advanced technology, weaponry, and blessings, they came out victorious. Both times, The Wolves proved to be indispensable allies. With some conflict and disagreement, they were able to settle into a treaty with the opposing planets. Now, all may travel to and from freely. That was many years ago, before humans set foot on the planet. The boom that followed increased Bellicose's numbers greatly. Within one hundred years, they focused efforts on colonizing the moon.
It was about this time that humans first discovered the planet. In natural human assertiveness and elven aggression, the two races clashed. Elves did not take to humans trying to inhabit their planet without permission kindly. They hunted the humans without restriction. Some did it only for sport, or even for food. The war that followed lasted many years, until the Gods intervened and demanded peace lest they force it upon them. The humans, in shock that such beings existed, halted their attacks. The elves, knowing the weight of the threat and not willing to anger the deities, pacified themselves.
That was one-hundred and twenty-eight years ago. Now, there are whispers that an ancient power rattles the cages of her prison. A deity, bound to a temporal form, is beginning to remember his place. With each new memory, the call of Mother grows louder. The Gods fear a war is approaching. With Mother enraged and the shackles weakening, she is starting to influence the mortals to her side as she calls to them in their sleep and subconscious thoughts. The Pantheon is preparing for battle and calling forth all who are capable of fighting in their honor.
The question is: Just who exactly is left for them to call on?