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The Old Ones: The Rumors Of War

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At a time long past, lived an ancient kind, beings of creation, the Old Ones. Each with their own unique traits, these beings wielded great powers ranging from the air to the void. Using them to forge the lands, seas, and skies, and every star that lit it. But there would be those among these beings that would be distraught. Believing that the worlds they shaped should be made in their image, but all was well for a short time. Slow but surely, comments between Old Ones grew into disagreements, and then fights, before escalating further. A line was drawn and war broke out. Those who sought power struck out, wielding the full force of their abilities. While the Old Ones created tools, embodiments of their abilities to fight back. For eons …show more content…

Tales of the Old Ones were passed down, how they created everything, and how their greatest creations, relics littered the lands, protecting life from a dark plague, a thick curtain of miasma that blanketed the lands. The Miasma hid great darkness and corrupted life, its origins unknown to man only knowing that for one to come in contact with it means a terrible fate. Rumors of Shadows, beings behind the curtain spread wide but dismissed as nothing more then to scare would be explorers from trying to get through. But those rumors held truth, as a gathering had commenced in the …show more content…

“May fortune continue to smile upon you child.” Ellie lifts her new-found Relic, the sword of the Old One Sera, now the sword of the Relic Guard Ellie. She brandishes it, using her full might to keep it held.
“You’re going to need a name, how about Ram Breaker!” she giddily smiles with a wide toothy grin.
Slinging the sword’s blade behind her gripping it at her waist, looking to the other now petrified children and nodded with determination. She hastily leaves the grotto and makes way to the village. Upon Ellie’s return to the village to much dismay, the people had all been petrified, the Grand Relic that adorned the center smashed. Ellie distressed by the sight looks down, noticing something shining at its base. A generic Relic, not much, a kind that is found throughout the world and treated as nothing more than power source by many. She sets her sword down, reaching down for the relic. She looks it over, seeing it’s still in good condition. It’s faint glow growing stronger, the Grand Relic begins to hum in response. The generic Relic floats out of Ellie’s hands and to the Grand Relic, the Grand Relic lighting up as it and the generic Relic become one. The Miasma retreats as the Grand Relic begins to faintly

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