Post by Lord Harrab on Apr 18, 2014 10:14:09 GMT
Part 1: Birth of Light
"The only thing an Angel Fears is Failure." - a T'shova Merchant in Widepark when asked of Angels
In the beginning, there was nothing.
It had drifted aimlessly since the dawn of creation, when reality had been split to form gods, deamons, and souls of all levels. Drifted Since time itself was created, borne along with the will of the Old Ones as the tiny shadow of Self reflected from those lucky enough to simply exist, not even aware of the realm it drifted or that it existed at all. It was Raw Being, without purpose or identity or even a mind.
It simply existed.
Mere moments after that chaos of reality had burst from the nothing, and both near its end, when it became aware of itself and, of a pressure.
It was terrified, here in this Plane of energy and thought know to the Mortal races as “the Heavens", and in this place without time or physical form it was a torment to suddenly know that you were separated yet still a part of the energy that flowed in a place without limit or freedom.
It became aware of the Gods, and knew it was not one of them. It became aware of the Mortal Plane, so alive and so distant, separated by the thickness of light. It became aware of the Life beyond that thin barrier, and below that...
Evil, Rage, Pain, Death, Fire.
It recoiled in fear and hatred, and had to fight to remain aware of anything as these new pressures nearly tore it asunder. The war with itself lasted an eternity and a moment. Time was nothing here.
It’s Mind grew stronger from the turmoil, and the line between itself and the rest became thicker, and it could perceive others like it, some also going through the turmoil of thought, some far older, some still drifting as raw being, awaiting their own birth.
Still that original Pressure tugged at it, and suddenly it wanted more than “It” to define itself, it sent its thoughts along the tugging pressure and received an answer, one gleamed from the world beyond, where Mortal Souls flared and died and flared again and who’s thoughts shaped reality piece by piece. With it came ideas, concepts, the building blocks of a mind
It, became She. It knew what “She” meant.
She approached the one that had answered it, hungry for more answers to question she couldn't even form, and the divide between her and the answer slammed her back. She could not cross to where Answers lay, but when she asked, tiny drips of form and Self came back. She Horded them jealously within the part of being She knew was She.
She formed perception, aided by the drips, and saw the world of Mortals for the first time, War, Fear, Love, Peace, Cities, Mountains, Sand. Time.
She retreated, moving away and towards the Shining Light that were the Gods and counted what she had collected, examining them with wonder, turning them around in Her mind as she devoured their meaning. Then she moved back.
That pressure was still there, tugging insistently at her and She used her newly found perception of Time to follow it down, down into the World of Mortals.
Exhaustion, Hunger, Pain, Heat, Faith, Life.
The new sensations overwhelmed her, but she was prepared this time and fought back. These were not hers, but belonged to the Below, that hated and feared darkness, but the Faith warmed her, guided her down, new concepts and sentience pouring into her as she followed the line of pressure down and across the divide between her world and the next.
A world. A Continent, A Country, a Desert, a featureless expance of sand, a staggering trail of footprints. A lone Figure, naked except a cloak around its shoulders, a head held straight and proud and lit only by the Light of a Moon far above. As She watched, it fell to its knees, the sensations of the Below overwhelming the Mortal Frame, but the Faith burned brighter even as the Life faded.
She knew now that this was the Answerer, the one who had guided her from nothing to everything, and it was dying in the Sand as she watched, Time flowing around her and pulling the Life with it.
Anger filled her there, and a Mirror of the first sensation she had tugged first felt swelled within her. She would not allow time to take the life.
She couldn't interact with the Mortal as she was, as She was in the space of a single moment she tried thousands of times, to stop the time, or to bolster the life, to take away the sensations of the mortal frame, but she had no equivalent to accept them.
She would need a frame like the Mortals, but stronger, more powerful. Something to Fight of Death and anything else that would seek to claim this life She dipped into the Mortal’s Faith for more Answers and, one in hand she set to work.
The divide resisted, but she burned now with the power of Faith, and it could not resist her now, and She worked faster than moonlight, creating a form that could obey some of the rules the world demanded and powerful enough to defy them, guided by the mortal mind she was determined to save. It wouldn’t be enough, existing in the Mortal Plane would not save the mortal, and in desperation She tore down the divide between world and self and bolstered the fading Life with her own Divine existence.
E'luna Ama'ne, Dune Elf Girl and Trainee Soul Warden had only the briefest moment of consciousness to witness the birth of Solaris, her Angel and her Protector, come Hells or Armageddon itself, forced her way into the world of Mortals with a defiant shout. Then weakness overcame the elf, and the world went dark.
Solaris could feel the Blood rush through her veins, the air in her lungs, the feeling of weight as the world’s rules surged around her, the feeling of slef contained within a shell of light and dust. She knelt beside the Dune Elf Girl and cradled her head in her lap and at the sheer joy of success. She had saved E’luna, her Whisper of a Beautiful Moon, for she could feel the girls strength returning through the bond they now shared.
As both the Angel’s and Elf’s minds surged with knowledge and experience of all Divine creatures, defined and organised by the memories and soul of the weakened mortal she was now bound with forever, the Angel examined her physicalform she had understood so clearly as a being of light.
Solaris was clad in Black Plate Armour, the physical manifestation of her desire to protect, Wings of Soft white feathers were held close to her back and in one hand she held a long silver Spear, her Wrath for those who would insult or threaten her creator, her master, her Soul.
No. No words could explain the bond between them, just as none could explain the world she belonged to these short lived creatures that walked this plane, and Solaris knew everything she had lacked as raw being.
E’luna had given her life, a mind, a purpose, a name. It amounted to a debt that could never be repaid, but she swore she would spend the rest of eternity attempting it.
The Angel gathered up the starving and weak elf to her chest, spread her wings and leapt into the sky, headed for the camp she knew lay many days beyond.
No Harm would ever come to her creator, Death wouldn’t ever get a Glimpse of her Perfect Soul, and Solaris would gladly die a thousand times over to ensure that.
Coming Soon:
Part 2: Captain and Warden
"The only thing an Angel Fears is Failure." - a T'shova Merchant in Widepark when asked of Angels
In the beginning, there was nothing.
It had drifted aimlessly since the dawn of creation, when reality had been split to form gods, deamons, and souls of all levels. Drifted Since time itself was created, borne along with the will of the Old Ones as the tiny shadow of Self reflected from those lucky enough to simply exist, not even aware of the realm it drifted or that it existed at all. It was Raw Being, without purpose or identity or even a mind.
It simply existed.
Mere moments after that chaos of reality had burst from the nothing, and both near its end, when it became aware of itself and, of a pressure.
It was terrified, here in this Plane of energy and thought know to the Mortal races as “the Heavens", and in this place without time or physical form it was a torment to suddenly know that you were separated yet still a part of the energy that flowed in a place without limit or freedom.
It became aware of the Gods, and knew it was not one of them. It became aware of the Mortal Plane, so alive and so distant, separated by the thickness of light. It became aware of the Life beyond that thin barrier, and below that...
Evil, Rage, Pain, Death, Fire.
It recoiled in fear and hatred, and had to fight to remain aware of anything as these new pressures nearly tore it asunder. The war with itself lasted an eternity and a moment. Time was nothing here.
It’s Mind grew stronger from the turmoil, and the line between itself and the rest became thicker, and it could perceive others like it, some also going through the turmoil of thought, some far older, some still drifting as raw being, awaiting their own birth.
Still that original Pressure tugged at it, and suddenly it wanted more than “It” to define itself, it sent its thoughts along the tugging pressure and received an answer, one gleamed from the world beyond, where Mortal Souls flared and died and flared again and who’s thoughts shaped reality piece by piece. With it came ideas, concepts, the building blocks of a mind
It, became She. It knew what “She” meant.
She approached the one that had answered it, hungry for more answers to question she couldn't even form, and the divide between her and the answer slammed her back. She could not cross to where Answers lay, but when she asked, tiny drips of form and Self came back. She Horded them jealously within the part of being She knew was She.
She formed perception, aided by the drips, and saw the world of Mortals for the first time, War, Fear, Love, Peace, Cities, Mountains, Sand. Time.
She retreated, moving away and towards the Shining Light that were the Gods and counted what she had collected, examining them with wonder, turning them around in Her mind as she devoured their meaning. Then she moved back.
That pressure was still there, tugging insistently at her and She used her newly found perception of Time to follow it down, down into the World of Mortals.
Exhaustion, Hunger, Pain, Heat, Faith, Life.
The new sensations overwhelmed her, but she was prepared this time and fought back. These were not hers, but belonged to the Below, that hated and feared darkness, but the Faith warmed her, guided her down, new concepts and sentience pouring into her as she followed the line of pressure down and across the divide between her world and the next.
A world. A Continent, A Country, a Desert, a featureless expance of sand, a staggering trail of footprints. A lone Figure, naked except a cloak around its shoulders, a head held straight and proud and lit only by the Light of a Moon far above. As She watched, it fell to its knees, the sensations of the Below overwhelming the Mortal Frame, but the Faith burned brighter even as the Life faded.
She knew now that this was the Answerer, the one who had guided her from nothing to everything, and it was dying in the Sand as she watched, Time flowing around her and pulling the Life with it.
Anger filled her there, and a Mirror of the first sensation she had tugged first felt swelled within her. She would not allow time to take the life.
She couldn't interact with the Mortal as she was, as She was in the space of a single moment she tried thousands of times, to stop the time, or to bolster the life, to take away the sensations of the mortal frame, but she had no equivalent to accept them.
She would need a frame like the Mortals, but stronger, more powerful. Something to Fight of Death and anything else that would seek to claim this life She dipped into the Mortal’s Faith for more Answers and, one in hand she set to work.
The divide resisted, but she burned now with the power of Faith, and it could not resist her now, and She worked faster than moonlight, creating a form that could obey some of the rules the world demanded and powerful enough to defy them, guided by the mortal mind she was determined to save. It wouldn’t be enough, existing in the Mortal Plane would not save the mortal, and in desperation She tore down the divide between world and self and bolstered the fading Life with her own Divine existence.
E'luna Ama'ne, Dune Elf Girl and Trainee Soul Warden had only the briefest moment of consciousness to witness the birth of Solaris, her Angel and her Protector, come Hells or Armageddon itself, forced her way into the world of Mortals with a defiant shout. Then weakness overcame the elf, and the world went dark.
Solaris could feel the Blood rush through her veins, the air in her lungs, the feeling of weight as the world’s rules surged around her, the feeling of slef contained within a shell of light and dust. She knelt beside the Dune Elf Girl and cradled her head in her lap and at the sheer joy of success. She had saved E’luna, her Whisper of a Beautiful Moon, for she could feel the girls strength returning through the bond they now shared.
As both the Angel’s and Elf’s minds surged with knowledge and experience of all Divine creatures, defined and organised by the memories and soul of the weakened mortal she was now bound with forever, the Angel examined her physicalform she had understood so clearly as a being of light.
Solaris was clad in Black Plate Armour, the physical manifestation of her desire to protect, Wings of Soft white feathers were held close to her back and in one hand she held a long silver Spear, her Wrath for those who would insult or threaten her creator, her master, her Soul.
No. No words could explain the bond between them, just as none could explain the world she belonged to these short lived creatures that walked this plane, and Solaris knew everything she had lacked as raw being.
E’luna had given her life, a mind, a purpose, a name. It amounted to a debt that could never be repaid, but she swore she would spend the rest of eternity attempting it.
The Angel gathered up the starving and weak elf to her chest, spread her wings and leapt into the sky, headed for the camp she knew lay many days beyond.
No Harm would ever come to her creator, Death wouldn’t ever get a Glimpse of her Perfect Soul, and Solaris would gladly die a thousand times over to ensure that.
Coming Soon:
Part 2: Captain and Warden