THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF THE BEGINNINGS END
...The Day the Phoenix Died... and the Age of Darkness and Night

The shattering of the Bond did so injure all parties involved...Luminas was thrown down into the depths of a chaotic and nightmare filled coma, and who's bad dreams still haunt her shrines. Her Astral Tether shattered by the force of the explosion. This in turn nearly destroyed her cleric guild regime, which shattered into three sects and eventualy arouse the: the Preachers, Bishops and Missionaries. But that is another story indeed....Lolth was so consumed with raw power, that her Godlike Mind was ravaged by the energy, leaving her in a permanent berserken psychotic state that can only be that of the insanity of a Godling...Oscuro, disappeared immediately after the casting and has not been seen in over 1400 years hence. The only evidence of his disappearance is a large hole, about 10 feet in diamater, which goes down through the very rock which leads to the very center of the Planet that Time has now forgotten, for noone who has ever gone down has come back up to verify this....But scholars repute that it a very, very deep hole on the whole of the hole....On the whole, it is beleived that the Great God Argent did banish his only son into the depths of the firey core of the planet, to replace the energy of the consumed Phoenix, which does do balance the forces of the planes to its very core. How ever, there are those who beleive that Oscuro's soul resides in the very new moon which now haunts the night sky of the realm. The Sun Priests invoke the name of Oscuro fiercely now, as a curse, for the spell he unleashed, wrongly crippling the planar balance, and almost turned the multiverse inside out... The priests repute that this would have been a bad thing, but they dont go as to lengths as to define bad as how bad.... Sun priests are known heretics though, so it goes against their grain to define anything which could also be conscrewed as heretical in the face of theorism...Heretics are just like that....

THE ERA OF NEW STARS

The Battle which Time cannot forget
The balancing took place later on that night after the birth of Starfire, in which a, second, much larger moon, arouse in the skyline, shifting the gravitational constant to a degree it was not prepared to accept. Scholars were baffled by this event, as the world only had one sun and but one moon, this shifted the flow of time and space. On an earthly level, the effects of the shattering of the bond were felt but little.... On a Cosmic and planar level, the effects of the unbonding were harsh on some levels, and un-imaginable on others. Energy ran to the wrong channels on some planes, while it became weak in others, though the fabric of time itself lay untouched, the weave itself was damaged, and thus magic had become, untrusting for lack of a better word The weave itself was now starved of energy, and consumed life force from whom ever would use the ways of the Magi, save for all but the strongests of Mages, who could still cast on mana alone....Though Magery was not lethal in this means, it was tiring for the casters to wield it as a weapon...What frigitened the scholars and mages, in fact was that a couple of hours after the dark moon has traveled across the sky, was the small white sun, which chased with maddening fury the form of the Dark Moon Star.

Starfire the Phoenix, who shared the remnant soul of Nightfire who was still bound to the kindred mind of Lumina, did gentle flap her wings high above the Tower. Her body form was that of a starched white flaming Royal Falcon, who's tail and eyes were a darkest blue. The bird of Pharoahs indeed. In this, form, which kindled glowing white flames two hundred feet in the air, did the Gods Anubis, Horus and Onuris, bless the sanctioning of the souls of phoeni and Goddess in the realm of mortal man.

Starfire screech bled an enthropy of agonizing impatience, as she spun off flying beyond the speed of anything conceiveable, after the Warlock Oscuro, across the reaches of space itself....

....For the first time in his life, the dark child of Chaos, Oscuro, had begun to know fear. It was not a feeling he was comfortable with, nor was it one that he liked in the least bit. From the depths of his scarred soul, he could feel the powerful emmneince which was bearing down to the place he now stood...Oscuro did not like fear, and took flight in a form that only a God might take...He burst into a flame so dark black and chaos filled, that it absorbed light. Oscuro had taken the form a Negative Moon, a cosmic occurence related closely to that of a Black Hole. And Oscuro fled, bound to the planet of his Soul, to circle the skies in fear and frustration....

And every moment after that, did the Phoenix Sun, Starfire, chase the chaotic Oscuro, Darkstar Negative Moon across the sky. So far beyond the mortal realm of fury and pain had Nightfire taken Oscuro to the brink of maddness and he had taken flight as only a God may know... For Oscuro knew that if he ever left Starfire catch him, that he would perish to burn in the coils of her firey soul, a place beyond hell or the abyss, it was simple fear which motivated now. Beyond fear now, that feeling shook Oscuro in the remaints of his scarred soul....

THE TURMOIL OF TIME

Ripple in Still Water
Time, liked that of a placid and gentle pond, is a thing best left undisturbed... The beauty of such a placid lake, goes beyond any concept of breath taking, it simply moves us to that place, where we might bask in the nature of the perfection of such a moment that only time can create. The changing of time is not something to change like that of a Bard playing a lute. No its something only left to Gods and Karma. For some things have to happen for a reason, and yet some things should never happen. These are the ripples that take to the waves of the water, which are turned by the sun and the moon, and revolve of their own accord on the whole of cosmic life. These are the ripples which move the fish like planets that swim within the entirety of the solar ocean that is time and space.

THE TURMOIL OF TIME

That Which Should Not Be
In all that is cosmic, everything happens as it should, down to the smallest falling star or the largest comet, down to the color of the stars in the night sky, down to the tides which ripple the water, to burning out of suns and the collapsing of planets. To the birth of a Red Dwarf down to the smallest grain of sand in a desert, it is simply one thing.... Balanced, and yet, thrust into the shifting of the sands to the hourglas atop the Tower surrounded by four leaf green clovers at the heart of time, is now a motion of two gravitiation forces which should not be, yet are still existing, in the motion of the coils of a sun, which affects that of a balace beyond anything conceivable by anyone less then a Gods Mind... And that is simply why Time had to cope with the continuance of the unbalancement of Time itself, as it was cought up in the turmoil that could only be a war of bodys, minds and souls of the Gods, which all the same, directly changed the universe on a daily level... The Gods had Unbalanced the very whole of Cosmic Time. Which was akin to dropping comets daily into that placid pool of water.

THE TURMOIL OF TIME

The Aftermath
Over the course of a thousand years, the Age of Darkness Endured.... Oscuro simply absorbed power into his Negative self. But over time, he could only absorb so much, and so, one thousand years later, the Great Darkening and Dusking Came to an end. This was a time, when Light was few and cheerished. With the birth of the twin Godlike and Divine Gravitational costants in the sky, Magic had become a thing of unstability. The wars of man erupted into a turmoil of chaos for food and substenance, but the races endured and survived. Over time, magic was re-mastered by the Magi and the Clerical societies, but it would never be as it was. Over time, the greatest of minds figured out the reasons for the imbalances of magic, and worked around it. and the old ways were eventually relearned. Eventualy as noted, because of the ripples on the water of the pond came into play when noone we prepared for it. Doors had begun to open between various existences and dimdensions. The doors sprang up of their own accord, where ever they wanted too, and something always opened those doors. The races of man and beat learned to adapt against the bastions which appeared, but many still die. Only thing the combined might of the most power of warriors and mages may the foul beasts that time has remebered be brought low. And still the doors swing open across the realms....



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