THE AGE OF DAWN & LIGHT
The Learned Man Learns.
Time passes, as time is meant to do, for if time did not pass, what would we miss, but everything that wouldnt be passing through time, including ourselves, but that of course is a different theory...one for the scholars, not for me the simple clerical scribe...

Alas, time passes, and the world ever moves on... Cities grow and die, more souls feed the fire, higher and higher do the flames of knowledge feed off itself. Men of mind think for the Kings who govern the Domicles who are in turn herded by the Shepherds of the flock, but who are all ultimately controlled by the farmers who yield the food to feed everyone, but in turn the wolves feed off of them all. But, as things go, every one dies, and in turn only the Gods can be smug, cant they...for at least the Gods have at least something to feel smug about.

The nature of Gods and the Mother Universe is that everything must come in cycles, and its very ability to do so is slightly so subtle as a passing breeze, but a breeze that spans years as opposed to seconds... The socities of man (and women) particularly picked up upon this during the Age of Shankara, which just recently passed... Civilized men were not so civilized as they thought if they can always learn something, but noone is ever perfect....No not even the God(s) who rule over the multiverses are immune from such imperfections. Men picked up on that as well. But then again, the race of man are creatures of learning, and with such structues come diversity on cultural level...

And thus the wise Sages concluded that the Age of Shankara had passed, and that they next Age was that of Dawn, upon a new world did the Blessed Rays of the Zionist Lumina shine down upon each day, bathing the world in knowledge...Even in sleep did the Daughter of the Sun God Argent continue to weep her wisdom into the very flesh of the fabric of life, so pure the thought of her soul bound in slumber, that none, save for the highest levels of Preachers of her Order Shrine(s) could bare to stand that which was Lumina's Aura... So bright in fact that on some days, the rays could be seen on the horizon as a second Sun which dominated the skies at times... As Lumina did sleep, and so did the race of man learn from her shared wisdom...

And the race of man had much to learn, in many of their arts were they far from adept. But as did the race of man, did it as well segment, deeply into coveted guilds which in turn formed their seperate societies, which governed over them selves, and in the end kept the peace between them selves by strictly adhereing to their own policies, and each allowing only their own tradesmen, to promote trade so the guild leaders say...But in the end, its all a power struggle anyway, on a four sided front, which is winnable so they say...

Many beleived that the Age of Dawn is also that of Light....A thousand years of peace and transquility bestowed upon the land as Temperance for the blight of Strife imposed upon the realm by the Dark Oscuro in the Beginning of the Age of Shankara. And so, ever will the children of Argent the Sun God be opposed to one another.

THE GOLDEN YEARS OF LIGHT.

The Ending of an Age
For in the depths of darkest holes in the earths crust, that ever were disgraced enough to provide light to such sights cast away from light of nature, there, were those who did scheme with great guilde. Like that of the down side for the Wheel of Karma, is that the Vile Minions of Chaos still did plot against the Lawfulness that Lumina had come to impose by means of Will alone upon the Lands of the Race of Man and beast.

And so for one thousand years, did Luminas's Light shine, embracing the realm within its loving embrace....But where where is no light, only the shadows dare speak word of what happened at the ending of the Age of Light & Dawn.

....For A Millenium, Ocscuro set, biding his time, building the power of Chaos within his soul to be able to hold the mana and life force needed to cast the Enchantment to shatter the Bonds of Order that his dear sister Luminas had woven into the Weave of Magic which does run like a river between the Ethereal boundaries of all the planes of existence...From The Abyss to the Astral, and Positive to Negative and all things Prime Material, did this Bond of Order govern the Weave of Existence.

(scribes notation:)
It is rumored, out the depths of the darkness that is the Demonweb, that the Great Lord Demogorgon himself, fled screaming in terror, at the mere sight of the Powerful Warlock Oscuro...But that is just of rumor, and who can really say if the stories the denizens tell is false or true... (end scribes note)

The Age of Dawn Ended shortly after Demogorgon fled the Citadel, when Oscuro emerged from Lolths Vault, and whos very foot steps did shake the earth with thunder... With this, did Oscuro Channel through Lolth the power to combine their Godful magery upon the realm. The Ceremony was reputed to last for over one hundred hours, and demanded the sacrafices of thousands of the purest souls........

THE TRIAL OF TEARS.

And the Ending of the Age of Dawn
.....For life and death and the very existence of everything and everywhen was locked into this place, this very center room, which stood at the bottom of the Tower which stood at the top of a hill which was covered by a field of four leaf clovers which stretched for miles in all direction. This Tower of black stone stood at the very center of the Plane of Time. There are many Towers, each for their own principle of the Universe, Many Towers, for Many Times...And at times such as these, only the simple structure of raw ordered black stone, could contain, albiet barely, the power that erupted from within...The power of life and death, maddness and insanity, this trial of kindred souls, this test of love, hope and faith.....

..........Till the end, did Lumina lie in wait, for even her dream world, had she begun to fear. Fear for more then this. Lumina lied in waiting from her Astral Body from a precipise overlooking the ceremony. The final sacrafice was brought in, under guard from a couple legions of Demons. The demons had chains of ice labeled around the neck, wings and feet of the phoenix. The magnificent creatures spirit remained resilent Lumina noted, which a a good thing she noted... For more then a minute the Goddess met the gaze of the twin emblazened firey souls contained within the icey-entrapped firebird, and knew in that look, that Nightfire was not scared, no, the firebird was angry....The Goddess knew then and there that she the Phoenix would never allow itself to be broken, nor would it allow itself to be brought low, by any one, man or God.......

......Oscuro stood, arms raised, in the center of the pentagram woven in blood upon the floor, his voice loudly conveyed forth the lines of the ancient ritual, which ended with a loud gong going off noisily, and the ending death screams of the souls of a thousand Gold Elves being slain by the legions of Demons encircling the pentagram The blood filled the chamber floor, and the shrill cry of the Phoenix Nightfire was deafening, for the blood had started to douse her very essence of life which burned within her soul...Near the brink of maddness aroused by unfathomable pain, Nightfire was left with only one recourse from imminent death......

....Lumina watched, teary-eyed from her Astral Body atop the ledge above the ceremony chambers, crystalline tears fell from her eyes, shattering upon the dirty stone. Demons cavorted in a devilish maddness around the encircled area, watching the chaotic spectical with a near-devilish glee...She watched her brother break a pair of adamantite wands into ashes after the Gold Elves were ritually slain, and by now the pentagram protecting him, had begun to glow red like lava, so encased with power was that small spot upon which he stood. Lolth pranced around naked with a pair of drow priestess, spewing blood from their lips, screaming some magical verse....Long since maddness had past their way...Lumina's lips began to move as she eyed the floor beneath her dark brothers feet, and began to chant a simple incantation.....

.....Nightfire was beyond a creature of pride, she was a creature of Nature herself, a being of such uncomphrenable serenity and raging power locked into the orderly shell of blue fire. Slowly the blood had begun to rise up her body, slowly crushing each pinnacle of flame out of existence. Blue flame crackled and smoked, as she changed her scream from one of pain and outrage to a deep resonating shriek of defiance and challenge. Slowly at first, the eyes of the Phoenix began to form tears, which cascaded down her body, re-igniting the flame which encompassed her body which crackled with energy. As the tears trickled down the body, Nightfires eyes met those of Lumina one last time, and re-immited the deep responating challenging and defiant shriek....As Nightfires body burst into flame one last time, to fight the blood bath which crept up her body, she kindled the very center of her soul, and burned bright white like that of the hottest star...Her body schintilated between white and blue flame, the heat beyond anything intense as that of a volcano, no this was the heat from the very center of the earth, from the magma core of her heart to that of twin gasseous suns that were her gazing eyes. The heat slowly worked at the blood, which was now slowly creeping back down, allowing Nightfires body to reform into that of a great being, beyond that of a bird, into something as pure of the raw power of a virgin soul.

Nightfire screamed one final time, and locked her crystalline white & blue eyes upon the power-crazed Oscuro and the entire chamber filled with bright white light as Lumina finished her spell, allowing the Phoenix to explode into the chest of Oscuro, who was locked, arms upright in the glowing pentagram. He screamed as the pentagram exploded in a chaotic maddness, as Oscuro's soul fought an unrelenting battle with that of Nightfires soul......

......And in the end, the final sacrafice died, died in such a way that only she, the Phoenix, could envision, attested with the blessing of a Goddess, Nightfire had allowed her body to die...only she was not reborn...only it was a soul that was not ever meant to actualy die, in any place, time or event, was not supposed to die... Energy can never die, it can only be displaced......Oscuro had hurt Nightfire badly, had scarred the very essences of her soul, and for that Nightfire, aided by the kind soul of Lumina, daughter of the Sun-God Argent, would chase Oscuro un-endingly and unerringly across all that was the heavens of the space-time continium for her revenge...

Those three souls fought a battle beyond any means of interpreting within the scope of our human mind or body... The confrontation which raged at the center of the planets, molten core, shook the planet, nah the entire fabric of the cosmos with the force of a thousand earthquakes. Waves rippled across space, tidal like cosmic forces rampaged through all of time...And for an instant, time itself stopped, the entire gear like structure of the multiverse of all planes, stopped....No suns shown, no waves flowed, not a single planet turned in the sky. A single breath was not taken, nor did a single fish swim or person talk. And in that instant....

......Upon the floor at the center of the Tower at the center of Time, which stood on the top of a hill covered by miles upon miles of four leaf clovers, which had stood undisturbed since the beginning of time was now the only place in time moving. The place where the Pentagram had been set was no longer there....instead, it had been replaced by a large round hole that falls into the void that is the center of time itself......Lumina's shadow imprint is still upon the wall where she had stood in Astral form upon the ledge..,imprinted from the force of the blast from the Phoenixs dieing body. The only thing left in the room, of which is now no longer black stone, but stone that has been burned purest white, at the very center of the chamber, which had been the arena of the epic battle, lay a single crystal tear...One as pure as the order which nestles the barest of life, in all of the places in all the galaxies, this was the simples atom of order as that could exist under the present laws....And slowly its light blue flame winked out and turned to dust upon the now white stone floor.....

And In doing this, did Oscuro and Lolth successfully destroy the Weave Bond that Lumina had held in place while she attempted to restore Order to Existence...As a whole, the coil of the universe had been shaken to the very foundations of space and time... In some places, the mere fiber of existence was nye taken low by the event, while in others it was barely affected....

How ever, at the core of earth below the Tower at the heart of Time, did another heart stop beating...And as Nightfires heart stopped beating, the fires lighting it, did wink out, as the coil of flame turned dust at the center of the Heart of all Time. So forth, did the ensuring blast, echo up the tube which led to the Tower. The force of the explosion through the Tower, caused an immense ray of blue light to blast off the top of the roof, where the heart of another Phoenix did begin to beat with blue flame... And thus was born the Phoenix Star Fire, who flew above the Tower at the heart of time, and Lumina did weep her tears upon her bed in her temple in which she lay, and her priests wept tears of blood with her...

....The Age of Darkness had begun....

....Things got a little chaotic after that....



email: kell.sims@gmail.com 11/11/2008