THE AGE OF SHANKARA
Trinities Pyramid
Time passes, as it always does. Time to mortals is almost not noticeable. To Gods of the realm the word moved on slowly. Time and time again, the forces of Oscuro did combat with the forces of Lumina in the world of light. The vile Queen Lolth summoned her minion from the furthest reaches of the planes of existance. To her aid came many foul creatures, such as Asmodeus, Diablo, legions of the dark Abyss called Tanari and beholders by the score. Together the great patrons of the web Orcus, his son Esjebrackus, Grazzt, Lolth and Mordien Kanien envoked magics uncalled for many Eons.

The greatest slayers of all time have time have always been of one race. To us humans, the foulest beings from the planes of Tarterus have always been called the Slaadi or Slaads. The darkest, foulest, most brutal minions of hell, which were called forth by the regime of Oscuro. Upon the finish of the powerful summoning incantation, the world stopped, only for the briefest of instants. But it was enough.

The forces of nature, long ago thought to be rid of fiends such as these, recoiled upon their unholy touch upon the soils of the prime material plane. Time stopped, for one unending second. Since time out of mind, the chaotic forces of the foulest planes had been banished from the world. As the Slaad set foot upon the soil, a greatest catastrophe occured. An earthquake, of such magnitude, shook the very soul of the planet. The continents broke apart, and moved them many leagues from where the once lay. Whole species became extinct as rain forrests collapsed into the sea near Bal Harbor. Tidal waves emerged, and wreaked havoc. The moon, Lunat-Zo eclipsed the sun, Solaris, engulfing the world in darkness, while the world shook. The horrors which were unleashed quite nearly destroyed the entire world.

The bueatiful Lumina, watched in horror as the world she loved nearly collapsed inward upon itself. She swore by all that was holy to end this maddness which her brother has unleashed. She raised forth her arms, and filled the sky with light as she bade the moons the move. She called the dragons of the skies to her aid, and any such magical creatures who would assist her. In the end, Lumina, aided by Nightfire the Phoenix, and the combined aid of hundreds of mages, the spell was cast... When it was done, she collapsed, Lumina lay upon the floor, deep in the heart of a coma. The moon moved onward, upon their rotational course, the floods subsided, as did the waves. The clouds parted, allowing a single ray of sunlight (Bards say, sent by the Sun-God Argent) which cascaded the lovely face of Lumina. The world moved on...as it always does.

The dragons layed their heads low, and raised for their own mighty, nearly inexhaustible magics, and created a bright marble shrine east of the mountains of Tupelo. Where upon the body of the sleeping Lumina, the saviour of the world, was laid upon an altar of pure white marble. Where, to this day she, the lovely daughter of Boadicea still rests.

The Heroes of the land, were outraged at what had become of their world and their lady protectarate. They swore vengance upon the horrid souls of the Demonweb. Swiftly did they march, en-masse to the heart of the darkest pit in the land. Where upon they did fight many foul demons. They lost many a life, as man fought devil. The blood of the vanquished could have filled a river. When it was done, only one vile creature remained.

The mightiest creature from the plane of truest hell, King Demogorgon. Tired as the heroes were, they fought onward, filled with the memory of the fallen Lumina. Mighty as they were, they could not kill the vile King, and lost many a hero to the encounter. The mighty Kain, the infamous Dracula, Makaveli, even the great Foogey and the illustrious Comet, all died fighting the vile King.

For hours the heroes fought bravely, but in the end, battered, and left with no recourse the heros fled with their fallen, back up to the kingdom of light. The bodies of the fallen, were lain to rest, and set to peace. But nothing could fill the void of the horrid memories which remained.

In the end, the dark Oscuro, unleashed his mighty powers, and ressurected the fallen members of his vile regime. Where upon to this day, the chaos that is the DemonWeb still remains, plotting their vile destruction upon the world of light and the forces of Lumina.

As documented, by the Bard known as Siege
this day, of the dark Shadis, year 3420 (Spring 2003)


AND SO SPINS THE WHEEL OF KARMA, ALONGSIDE THE BURNING WHEEL OF DOGMA...




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