Book of Exodus - The Final Fall

[Hyperion]

1. Awakening

…Humanity is weak. Living out meager lives in pathetic kingdoms, calling upon supernatural help that never comes. They have no idea of what they could do. They have forgotten that which is lost. We are the Travelars, the ones that remember…

I see you survived, old friend…

…You dare defy my rule?! I will save us! We will be rid of this pathetic fairy world…

Have you forgotten?…

…The behemoths!… They are attacking! …We’ve been betrayed!… Man the sunsails…

You really are pathetic, aren’t you?

Avesh! Don’t die on me! I love you!

Oh well. I can’t have any fun with you if you insist on lying here for another century. Might as well wake you up…

We are falling, Exodus…

*Ahem...
I am the master of a thousand worlds!
Wars have come and gone, as my prophecies unfurled!
You were my ally, my travelar,
I took you off the streets, and made you what you are!

You have no enemies; I am your only foe!
Don’t trust those who say they’re friends; only one is so!
Beware your fallen comrades; they didn’t really die,
Keep your wits about you if you want to stay alive!

Awaken, mine enemy...


...

The Forest divide, 68th Harvest season, 998th Gata revolution:

“Hey, Grimak! Look over yonder!” The snaggle-toothed teen hunched over his spear, peering off into the early morning mist.

*Snore*

His companion lay sleeping at the base of the abutment, his shield hanging precariously on the edge of the wall.

“Wake up Grimak! Looks like we’ve got a dis-d**n wraith on our hands!”

Grimak groaned. He hated sentry duty. Especially with the official town idiot as a companion. The mouth-rotted wyrm didn’t know a lilyfruit from a muckvine…

Nevertheless, although inequipped for major combat, these two needleflies were the first –and last- Nyre line of defense. It had taken ages to convince the town elders for a need of a wall, and even longer for actual weapons to be used.

The two villagers peered off into the river fog, as a dark figure slowly steeped into their direction, with two unholy eyes glinting from the light of the mossgrass torches. It had no pupils, Dis armor, and advanced as if with the intent to kill.

“Ye Gods, Erayik! Quick, kill it or something!”

The poor youth fiddled with his spear, at the last moment discovered he was holding it upside down, and managed to throw it.

He missed.

Grimak and Erayik shivered as the figure started to run faster at them.

It raised its arms, and dropped its weapon!

“E-excuse me, but where am I? Why did you try to kill me?”

The two boys stared at the wraith with disbelief. A polite wraith?!

“Y-you’re in Nyre. Why DIDN’T you try to kill us?” Grimak stuttered.

The stranger responded, “Why? Is that the type of thing travelers…(He lingered upon this word) do around this place?”

“You’re a wraith. Wraiths kill people. Gods kill wraiths…” Erayik answered.

Exodus pondered this statement.

“And who kills Gods?”

[Darth Grievi]

Oooh... *rubs hands together* this just might bring be back into Realms... *goes off to think of a new fantasy race*

[Hyperion]

City of Arkaan

Arach groaned, and peered outward into the darkness into which she had awoken. She couldn’t move her body, and wasn’t even sure whether her eyes were open.

Her first thought was, He’s awake!

Her second, Betrayed!

As if on cue, she started to hear metal boots clack their way toward her.

“Hello Arach. I trust you had a pleasant rest.” The voice echoed in many directions, each amplifying the derision and treachery contained within.

“You! You betrayed us! You sold us out to the gods! You killed Avesh and Reyleen!”

A distant chuckle was heard. “Now, now, my dear. Times have changed, and so have I.

I believe you know why you’re here?”

Arach spat in his face. “d**n you, Hereid! d**n you to the fiery depths of Heaven itself!”

Rivermist village, Nyre commons

Exodus wandered through the waking village, the two boys Erayik and Grimak urging him onward with the blunt ends of their spears, trying their best to look threatening.

He peered around him, and saw a peaceful community, scraping ridgeroot stumps and arranging lilyfruit clumps in their baskets. They stared apprehensively at him, and one villager even fainted.

“Why are they scared of me? I told you. I’m not a wraith.”

To this Grimak snorted. “You sure look like one, what with blood-bound eyes and all. How many did you have to kill to get your power?”

“I didn’t kill anyone!” Exodus vehemently responded.
Or did I?

[Hyperion]

"Well, we're here." Erayik proclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. He felt proud that he had managed to "capture" a prisoner, and was awestruck at the feeling of power that it gave.

Exodus peered up at the mud-grey building before him, and the vast endless river behind it.

Fire... fire and a trident. Boiling! The ground was boiling! Oh by the Gates!

"Hey, your eye!" Grimak leapt back and practically stepped on his spear.

"What of it?" Exodus brushed his hair back and peered at the shaking youth.

"It...it was blood-bound just a second ago! I swear! It's gone normal!"

Erayik snapped out of his reverie and spun around to examine his captive. "By the Gods! You're right! One is as of a wraith, the other untouched!"


At that moment, an old man in a white robe, clutching a book, stepped out of the tower before them. "What in Akar's name is going-"

At the sight of Exodus, his eyes widened.

The book fell upon the moss with a dull thud.