Destiny's Horn: Calling of the Gods <{redux}>

[Endless Devoid]

Throughout history, there would come a time where even the meekest of wanderers will step forth to realize their destiny. There comes a time in which a man will take his fate into his own two hands, and challenge the fates themselves. Battlng against all odds to acheive a level of unrivaled personal acheivement. Reality is merely the stupifying of an idea. The idea that there are limits to what can and can not be, and that nothing in this "reality" is limitless. However, I like to disprove reality at every turn, and upon every occasion, take the full wrath of the Gods upon my shoulder merely to taste the wheight of their burden.

Правила действительности

The laws of reality

Сущность смертности

The essence of Mortality

это.....

This is.....

Наследство Темного Света

The legacy of Dark Light


Cast into the oblivion haze by the Gods themselves, Makyu strived for 7 years to reclaim his sanity and his solace in the mar. Now, he has finally escaped from this un-earthly maze of devestation, and with his life intact no less, as ironic as that statement is. Inside, his mind witnessed horrors unparalleled in the living world. The realm of the Gods contains secrets too volatile for living eyes to behold, and so the darkest depths of Hell are sealed off from the outside worlds. For his treason against the Gods, and for challenging their might, Makyu was cast into these depths so that he may fully understand the course of their hardship.

Through his trials of death, mayhem, and devestation he reached a true elightenment of mentality, an almost Godly sense of inner peace, led on by the knowledge that this utter malevolency has not pervaded the worlds as of yet. However a sinking sensation of despotism arose inside him. This fact, this knowledge, is what would carry him halfway across the Omniverse to seek out the justification of the one the Gods knew simply by the name of, Valyon Lightstar.

Makyu knew the name, and he knew the consequences as well as the stakes. However, knowing that the darkest desires of the living were what existed in physical shape down in that mist, Makyu knew he'd need to catch the attention of the living Multiverse before all of time and existence came crashing down around his feet. Was this truly the burden of the gods? Was this truly, the call of destiny's horn?

Makyu would venture far to gather the audience of the dreamer, and even further would he venture to devise a ploy. What better way to unite the people in hardship than by showing to them the very violence they would stir? Makyu would seek Valyon out, and challenge him to a bout of infinite magnitude, a match that he hoped would shake the foundation of existence, and rattle the core of mortality.

Standing at the precipice, an altar enshrined to Lightstar on an ancient standing planet, Makyu kneeled onto one knee and relayed his message across all planes of the Omniverse, calling out to Valyon.

My old comrade, I know you can hear my voice, and I'm assured you may not be the only one. Drastic measure to ensure the civility of the Omniverse are being set into motion this day, and representing the Gods as an avatar of peace; I request your aid in displaying to the mortals what their seeds of destruction will sow. A show if you will, broadcast throughout the entire Omniverse. A mental frequency tap, and energy circulation in all simple-celled molecules have allowed me to project this "event" for all to see on a psychic level. Here is where you come in. You have garnered the respect of the masses for the ages, and have accumulated the power to forecome all entrants. Fight me, in a clash of godly strength, so that we may show the Omniverse the future that stands before it, and the mayhem that will stir.


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Well, last time I tried this I wanted both LoC and Morph in it, but LoC could not attend. THEN, just my luck Morph dissappeared from the forums. So, I'm re-opening it, and this time I'm taking on the prodigal Lightstar. No holding back, and I can assure you I'll not be. We're putting on a display match for the entire Omniverse to see, let's make it one for the ages.

This is broadcasted, meaning anyone who wishes to spectate on the match, IN CHARACTER, may. However the match will be held in a sealed dimension, meaning there will be no contact from the outside or the inside, and no intrusions. This match will prelude some future events I'll be undertaking, look forward to them.

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Rules:
1) God-modding is a no no of course, but for this particular match the rules on power playing will be laxed. I can assure you I can handle my own, and know what is far overboard.
2) We need no judges, it's not a match to death persay. Merely a sparring match, but on an indefinitely higher level.
3) This environment is utterly limitless and will be explained in further detail later on.

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Setting: This is a sealed, singular dimension, untied to the Omniverse as a whole, and completely impenetrable. However inside of it, is almost literally an infinite capacity for creation. The scene changes upon the will of the particpants. Meaning, this plane is tapped into our mental minds. Our basic abilities and such all remain the same, however the environment and the things around us are controlled by our minds, and how well we can manipulate this reality, as applied to the laws of reality.

For example; I'm hurled to the ground. This ground used to be grass, however as I'm sailing down toward it, lave comes rushing across the ground. The lava doesn't appear from nowhere, it comes from a volcano that was just created nearby that erupted. I create a small pond, and flood it, causing it to cool the lava. However, Ukiah makes the water cool one rock into a massive cone-shaped spike jutting out of the ground. A gust of wind comes by, and the spike is disintegrated as I hit the ground and recoil.

Now, later on in the match; a certain event, pre-ordained, will trigger a warping of reality and it's veritable laws.







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Second Half: Editing Makyu's Entire Template - Incomplete - 08/29/06 7:14 EST
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Name: Makyu Eramiss ~ The Wielder of Dark Light
Age: Dead, appears roughly 28
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Novod/Farplane
Species: Novodorian

Armaments: He is equipped with the two blades of legend, the heirlooms of his planet. Dragonheart and Gryphonsoul. He also carries the obsidian black stone, which holds the power to summon the obsidian dragon, a gargantuan black beast of legend. His dragon amulet allows him to take upon the form of his heart and mind, his inner most being. A small diamond has been imbedded in each of his palms, their use remains unknown to all but him. There is another item he hold with him, one of drastic important. The ring of darklight, it's powers unknown to the world of the living, none understand it's use.

Appearance:

Cloaked "Zombie" Form:

Personality: From early childhood Makyu was known to be an avid tormentor and an energetic child. His temper and fury were like a tempest sea in his youthful days. However, after the novodorian exodus, his rage subsided, quelling the darkness that had threatened to consume him entirely. As he aged in the school, he slowly began to become more friendly and social, blossoming into the veritable social butterfly of the school, everyone having known his name for one reason or another. Known best in his role as the prankster, he was a constant attendee of Sora's personal office. However, as time progressed after leaving school, Makyu's attitude and outlook became desolate and disheatened, becoming more grave with time. He became the ever persuing pessimist, feeling that emotions simply confused the mind and incapacitated it's ability to process intelligently. Upon his deathbed, Makyu lost his dark disposition and exchanged it, for solace in death, knowing full well the world he'd left behind. His journeys through the FarPlane, and his after-life amongst the living lightened his depraved heart, and he had finally come to realize that it was feeling and sensation that made someone feel alive, whether they were or not. THIS, was the essence of mortality, and every single living creatures meaning for existence; the thrill of sensation.



Biography:

Origins~
Since the dawning of known life, there has existed a large planet, deep in the core of the Sylphus galaxy. This planet was ancient, large, and it seemed magical. Upon its earliest wakes dawned immense energies, power that gave the planet itself, as well as its inhabitants, life. The plants, the animal, even the smallest things seemed to contain some amounts of this potent energy. The planet seemed alive and flourishing. As the living things upon its crest grew in number, it seemed this magic became greater and tamer. Beings of higher intelligence, strength, and potential began to develop. They began to harness this magical energy, and use it to afflict the world around them. They caused great change, molding the world into their shell and embedding their print into its surface. These beings came to be named, humans. As time progressed, these humans began to change and develop further, consuming vaster amounts of the planet’s energies for themselves. They formed societies and civilization. They’d yet to discover the miracle of electrical power, so all the power used to run their mechanics came from the energy of the planet.

The humans slowly became corrupt. Lust to control this power solely developed in them. Noting that the qualities that bequeath survival are passed along, over time this corruption spread and grew. Malice and evil embedded itself in the humans. Their darkness would eventually tap into their magic. The world’s energy was reusable, but limited. As the power would cycle, the magic would become slightly morphed and corrupted. This evil energy cycled into nature. As an eon would pass, this dark energy grew vastly, flooding in and threatening to overcome the pure magic left in the world. This dark magic, corrupt as it was, brought the same corruption to the creatures using it, meaning all things living things. The malice of these humans darkened the world around them, and afflicted them even harsher. Another thousand years would pass before the retribution would be taken upon these humans for the damage they wreaked..........

The dark power tempted to consume the pure energy, now quite threateningly the dominant force. This dark power still hadn’t the strength to overcome the light, so it cast itself away. Over the past eon this evil energy had became almost aware as it seemed, taking upon the traits that had created it. For a time the darkness had subsided during those thousand years, it had retreated into a fetal state, feeding and consuming incoming darkness until it felt it had sufficient power........

The dark energy began to torrent in its isolation. Thrashing and fluxing it shook the earth around it, becoming violent and evermore potent. Suddenly it took upon a misshapen and almost physical form. It had taken upon spiritual form, the darkness was now a self aware creature so to speak, an ill omen. This evil....thing, began to ravage in an ever powerful manner, quickly and explicitly consuming the magical energies of the planet, the life energy of its inhabitants, and in fact; the bodies of living animals; humans included. As it took upon its new prey, the dark spirit as it was dubbed began to blink in and out of existence. Some claimed to physically see the spirit at times. These sightings progressed as time moved on, and the people became more and more frightened. A year passed since the darkness began to consume human flesh. It was ravaging a town, tearing down its machinery and tearing the buildings asunder. The beast came across a field of cows, and began devouring them. After a few cows had been put down, a horrid disaster struck. Several people upon fleeing the town made note of a malicious scene. Before them stood a titanic black dragon, devouring the cows in the field. Something struck them as odd though. Prior sightings of the beast showed that the creature would only blink in and out of existence, showing its form only momentarily before it sunk back into nothingness and continued its feastings. Now, however, it committed no such act. Instead the creature stood stock, holding its monstrous and dragon-like shape. From that point forth, the dark spirit had taken upon new form, and new name. The once self aware spirit had become a living, breathing, and what’s more talking; creature. This creature became known simply as the Dark Dragon, as interpreted by its evil nature. The dragon looked down upon at itself, now realizing it had the body it had sought for so long. The dragon craned its wings and released a bellowing roar that emanated across the earth, shaking it in its entirety. It seemed as if the magical plane barrier had cracked as a vast light began to shimmer, far off on the other side of the planet, then faded in. The light as it were, had come from a small hospital, deep in a forest. Small as it were, this hospital was playing host to the queen’s newborn son, and what would be the savior of the planet.

20 years passed and the monster was growing ever more powerful. Darkness and light it seemed were finally on standing even ground, if darkness weren’t more powerful. The dragon continued to ravage and destroy towns, but no longer feasting on the supplicants which gave it its power. It had developed intelligence, and now realized that it was the living creatures that tainted the magic and gave him his power, he’d no longer kill, just enrage. Meanwhile the child, born of pure light, son of the rulers of Novod; which the planet had come to be named, had begun to grow. He was now 20 years of age, and had developed a great ability to harness massive amounts of the light energy in the world. What was most surprising was the fact that as the boy utilized this magic, it left his body, untainted and what’s more purified. This child would be the first born purifier, and the greatest. His entire being seemed to exude the purity that the wild magic of ancient times had held. For five years he’d trained as a warrior, and in turned trained people in the ways of purifying magic. Thusly, for five years the beats unknowingly was losing possible strength in ever increasing amounts. One day though, the dragon came across this blasphemy. He saw a man using magic, and lurked about him, waiting for the corrupt energy to flow out, but instead, it came out even more pure than when it had entered. Upon sensing this flux of magic, the beast became enraged and slaughtered the man. The dragon then decided to seek out the source of this purity, and slaughter any humans who carried such abilities.

The child, now 23, had perfected himself as the greatest of purifiers, the most valiant of warriors, and the greatest of sorcerers. Just as the dragon sought him out, he’d finally taken upon himself to seek out the beast for its own slaughter. Casting aside his home and lavish life, he gathered his magic and his might, and tore off into the night to face the beast. The two met, and faced each other, deep in the heart of the Novodorian plane lands. This land was fabled to be the most magical and spiritual of lands on Novod. Magic and energy almost literally swirled in physical shape here, whisking about and giving virility to those who stood in its wake. Their clash ensued without much pause, unloading vast amounts of energy and magic the planet had held. As the battle raged on, hope and inspiration was struck into all the living creatures of the planet. The remaining pure energy the planet held began to grow. Hope, life, and love were inspired by this heroic man, fighting a battle they’d at first saw infantile. All the machines and mechanics the humans had created that used up the planets energy were halted, offering up what little strength they had to give.

A week had passed, and as the battle flared to greater heights, the world about them had begun to sag. They were now fully utilizing all the magic Novod had, leaving none for growth. Life seemed to come to a slamming halt. It seemed as if time had frozen around them, but the two continued. Finally in a last ditch effort, the warrior struck the beast with such titanic force it had literally melded the magic of them both together. A spiritual bond grasped the two in a mold of energy. The warrior then proceeded to impose all the pure energy into the beast, as well as graft his entire life, being, and essence into the creature. He and the dragon had suddenly become one. All the magic of the world had suddenly blinked out of existence at that moment, gone with a breath, neutralized by the combination of light and dark into a symbiote. The warriors final act, he torn a rift in the world, and cast the two of them deep into the world’s core, sealing it off, and sealing all magic as well as their bodies millions of miles under the surface.

The magic was gone now, all of it blanked out of existence. All that was left was life, hanging on only through the workings of science. All the mechanics and inventions empowered and run by magic ceased to work. Their entire civilization crumbled to dust in the blink of an eye. It seemed an eternal unrest had washed across Novod. They had to start over......do things......become better......more pure. All of humanity learned something that day. Life’s splendors are a gift from nature, exploiting this generosity only leads to despair and destruction, corruption and devastation. So they rebuilt themselves. Hundreds of years passed and electric power was discovered. They remade their machines, rebuilt their civilization, and empowered themselves with nature’s abundance once more. Although, they never forgot the sacrifice, and they never forgot their lesson.

Several hundred years later, in the same forest hospital that the great warrior was born, the new queen gave birth to a newborn son. As the child was birthed, reality seemed to twist. Two shimmering glows emitted from this babe as his birth was completed. Just as the great warrior had, his birth was heralded with a glowing pure white light. Yet, it also bore another glow. A malignant black glow cast itself from the child, contrasting against the white. Magic had not been seen for hundreds of years, but its existence was still put to memory. The mysteries of this child’s almost horrifying birth were kept secret. If this child truly was conceived of the final remnants of magic, and he’d truly brought the gift of magic back to Novod, this truth must be hidden, lest corruption tap its haunches once more into the light. Thus the child’s odd birth was kept hushed, known only to three people; his parents and a doctor who’d been killed in order to safe guard the secret. Sensing the presence of darkness in the child as well as the light, his parents called him a name that meant; light and dark are one. Thusly, Makyu Eramiss was born............

Childhood~
Makyu’s upbringing was very well protected and secure. His parents always had a very well trusted servant or guardian by Makyu’s side, and he was never allowed outside the castle’s grounds.

His temper of course, conflicted with these restrictions greatly. Often times, even as a young baby, episodes of limitless rage and hatred stormed from the child like a fountain of dark force. At the tender age of two, he had nearly strangled a young servant to death, simply because he’d been teased with his bottle. Bored as he was, the young servant, a young 22 year old, had been dangling his hand out of the baby’s reach, holding his bottle, and dipping it, then pulling it away just before Makyu could grab it. After two attempts, Makyu began to snarl, but after the third, the baby was upon his feet, his tiny hands clasped around the trachea of the 22 year old man, and were squeezing with a vice-like grip. Old as the man was, quite literally for the life of him he could not free himself. The man described the baby’s face as purely malicious and dark, yet the same as any other angry face he’d ever seen. It was like there was a dark intent protruding from the child, an almost magical source of persuasion, leaking fear into its victim.

This, however, was not the only incident in which the young child’s rage had flared not only attention, but fear. By the age of four, Makyu had killed a buck, with his own two hands. Playing solemnly out in the backyard, Makyu’s sand sculpture had been trampled by a powerful and strong buck, fleeing from the gunshots ringing out in the woods. The king and his men were hunting you see, and the deer was making an attempt to escape. However in his plight he’d come across something far more dangerous than a shotgun. Within moments the buck’s legs were yanked from their sockets and the buck was left to bleed to death outside the castle grounds.

Aging rapidly, his body seemed far more physically capable than others his age. The dark energy in him seemed to take predominance, the child appeared to be more inclined to kill than to preserve. Perhaps it was his personality, or perhaps even it would have been the, disposition of the people, causing the darkness to overpower. Either way, when he turned 6, Makyu was shipped off to boarding school, far away from the castle, and the ever watchful eye of the public. The king and his entire court had decided on this unanimously, as they had all come to fear the boy’s immense growth and power, even more so they feared the potential he carried. Saint-Maldeco Private Academy would become Makyu’s prison and his shelter, from the outside world. It seemed the ages would drag on forever here, time seemed to stand still as his temper and attitude pushed away any who would wish to befriend him.

While here, his teachers and mentors quickly learned to understand why the boy was sent here, and stayed as far from him as they could. The boy was playing with dark, ancient magicks; things that people thought no longer existed to this day. It was said that one night, a couple of wandering students had caught sight of Makyu using his magical abilities, and what they saw both mystified, and horrified them. He’d used his dark energies to slaughter a small cluster of rabbits in seconds. Then, as the life simply left their bodies, it seemed that an essence of holiness had taken upon them, and they’d fled into the forest. Makyu had halted the life of a living creature, and given it back within seconds. The news of this encounter spread across the school rapidly, and soon the entire student body knew of what Makyu had done that night. Playing with forces none could ever hope to control he’d been made into a freak and a monster, and was shunned in the eyes of the school.

About a year after he’d been enrolled in the school, Makyu’s seventh birthday had come to pass. The very next day, he’d begun to be harassed by a small group of boys, several years older than him. They made snide remarks, and claimed that the only reason anyone went to his birthday, was because he was the prince. Upon turning their backs, Makyu flung a rock at the back of one of the older boy’s head, obviously the leader of the pack, and laughed to himself. The boy spun round wildly, enraged at the sheer bravado of the boy. They’d begun to plot their revenge at this point, deciding they’d teach the deviant little prince a lesson on respecting his betters.

Late that night, they snuck into his bedroom, tied him up with thickly bound ropes. Carrying him blindfolded, hog-tied, with tape wrapped around his mouth; they dragged him out to the front lawn of the school and stripped him naked. They attached the ropes to the school’s flag, and hoisted his body up the flagpole. Whistling loudly in the dead of the night, the entire school was awoken rushed down to the front lawn to see the spectacle for their own eyes. All Makyu could hear was the ringing sounds of laughter and jeering from the students. Being incapable of seeing anything, simply served to anger him even more. Shaking his head madly about, the blindfold loosened and his eyes scanned the scene below him horrified. Instantly, his gaze fell upon the group of boys from earlier that day, and he had his attackers pinned. Anger and rage swelled up in his body like pressure in an air tank. His face turned a dark brooding scarlet red, and his muscles bulged under the ropes. His teeth quickly sawed through the tape, and with a loud bellowing roar, he’d released the fury of ages.

Dark energy was coursing solely through his veins, the light utterly expelled. He snapped all the ropes to bits with a single jerk of his arms, and dropped like a two ton brick to the ground. As he touched down, the grass below him seemed to wilt and die. Snagging his clothes up, he dressed himself and turned his gaze towards the boys, who along with everyone else were frozen in horror. Slowly he turned and began to walk towards them, dark magic spilling out from under his feet with every step. It had come to pass that black magic was seeping from every pore of his body, and the boy’s had fled, deep into the forest behind the school to escape. Leering back at his spectators, Makyu vanished from sight in the flicker of a moment. Reappearing in the forest, the boys slammed into him and dropped onto their backsides, staring up at him in shock. They were in a clearing in the center of the forest. This clearing was naught but a giant scar in the forest, the very site at which the legend of the beast and the hero’s battle had raged. They said this scar was the planetary rift in which the two were sealed for all eternity.

Makyu stood fuming on the scar, looking down upon the forlorn boy’s, who’d long since given up their hope for life. Their faces turned cold and pale, white as snow. With a swish of his hand, dark matter spilled out upon one of the boy’s, and his body swelled like a balloon. He burst; blood and gore splattering out onto the other boys. Screams rang out through the forest for miles, and as the screams died out the planet itself shook. 6 dead bodies, or better yet their remains, lay tattered on the scar. Makyu floated above solemnly, staring down upon the scene he’d reaped from above. His body had become twisted, and the image of the dark dragon had taken form around him in the essence of dark matter. Makyu’s eyes blinked only but once, and did not open again for weeks. He fell from consciousness, and blanked out. One would expect his body would have fallen, but a dark intent had taken upon his body, and Makyu was now but a tome of darkness. Like an erupting shockwave, darkness flashed across the planet, consuming all weak and simple life. Few Novodorian were left alive after this attack, and the ones that DID live had become very sick and weak.

Feeble as they were, Makyu’s parents contracted an escape ship, collecting their unconscious son from the ground on the scar, covered in blood that was not his own. They fled the planet, escaping far away from the bloody past and dark legacy of Novod to a planet on the farthest side of the universe. Twilight Town.

Makyu’s memory was wiped of the past few days, and he remembered nothing of what he’d done. The darkness that had consumed him had been released, and the magic he held was quelled. It seemed his potency had subsided; he could live a much more normal life in peace on Twilight Town. 5 years had passed since Makyu had moved to Twilight Town, and it seemed his life had become normal. He had few memories of his old home, and what ones he did had only come to him in dreams and flashes. The nightmares followed him for many years, but his parents never once had the heart to tell him the truth. Makyu trained to become a strong warrior, very skilled with a sword. However, nearby lived a child with blonde hair, whom Makyu had never met until the yearly tournament.

This tournament was hosted by a man named Sora, who had this yearly tournament so he could gather new members for his elite training school. Makyu placed second in his first year in the tournament, ranking second only to this blonde child. Makyu left home for the school at the age of 12, and from here he never turned back. His life would change forever, and not even the gods themselves could have predicted what this boy would become.......

~The Keyblader's Academy - Age 12
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[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: You play a very dicey game...you know that? You know not of the full laws of the Omniverse... and let's not forget who destroyed Makyu's home planet. ^_^

I'm just going to use Valyon's classic template... I'm too lazy to keep his biography updated...>.>
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Name: Valyon Lightstar

Age: ?? (He looks 24... but his age is rumored to be older than the Omniverse)

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Valyon has pale features. He is extremely handsome, and is always sought after (not just for his features though). He has platinum/silver colored eyes, and black, shoulder length hair, that has blue and silver streaks in it.

He stands about 6'4, and weighs approximately 170 lbs. He has a thin but muscular build, but not too thin at the same time. He has a tattoo on his back, of his symbol, the symbol of Lightstar, since he is the last of his family (and kind for that matter)

His out fit is exactly like this one: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y21...on/guys108.jpg -- No sword.

He also carries around the Staff of Omnius

http://www.mmtribute.castlegobs.nl/s...mmt_staff1.jpg -- Resembles a mix of the fourth one from the left, and the second and third ones from the right


Personality: Valyon is a hard character to define. He is extremely intelligent, and wise, yet, he acts innocent at times. Well, he used to anyways. He used to be quite the charming, neutral-natured man, but now, he seems dark, distant, cold, terrifying as it were.. Hard to tell if there is even a trace of goodness left in him.


Bio: (Shortened Severely)

Valyon was, and is, a Talen. He is the last of them. A Talen is a magical being, in being, magickal. Their entire makeup is magick. Their soul, blood, skin, bone, everything, is made of pure, raw, untransformed magic. Hence their extreme prowess with magicks, but not necessarily extremely powerful at magick. Valyon was the exception though.

Valyon's world was about to cease. The Gods had grown jealous, and thought that the Talen would one day overrun them, though they would never think of such a thank. The world itself, Talen, was a beautiful place, a mix of technology, nature, and magic all in one. It was the only world that existed before the Omniverse itself did. Nothing bad ever happened there.

Until the God's decided to destroy Valyon's world. He was born ten minutes before the world was completely destroyed. As a last-ditch effort, his parents combined all of their magicks, thus, sacrificing their lives, and sending their son off to be born, through a time warp.

His stasis journey through time ended up taking him to the Magical Lost Continent of Faerun. There, he was born to the Queen. He grew up with a strict regiment. His father wanted him to be a soldier, though the wizards of the land told him that his son was to be, indeed, a magick-weilder, one unlike the Universe (in actuality, the Omniverse) had ever seen. His father reluctantly hired a wizard, named Gomodare, to train him. Valyon learned, and grew bored, while his parents thought he was just getting restless and hated to learn anything. It was in fact that Valyon had mastered most of what his teacher would teach him within the first thirty seconds.

Soon, Valyon ran away, leaving only his mother and his older sister and brother a good-bye.

He learned magick on his own (at that time he was only learning your wizard's magic and druid magick and such, nothing fancy like Arcane or Incarnum). He became a "wizard for hire". He ran into a group of people his age ( at the time he was around 17, he was aging as they did on that planet at the time, since he had not discovered his true identity, or power). They were going on a quest for a legendary weapon.

The Staff of Omnius.

The legend foretold that the Staff brought misery to whoever used it, unless they could fully master it. The kids did not listen, they just wanted it.

They quested for about six months, before they finally found it. They fought a bloody battle against a clan of of draconians (half dragon off-spring) and their lord, a Great Wyrm Blue Dragon, named Wurvhast the Thunder... and out of the ten of them, there became six. They lost the twin elven clerics, Eilanna and Godric, the dwarven theif/rogue, Ukid, and the half fey/half human psionicist, Oranna.

This upsetted them, but they had finally completed the quest. They were returning to Valyon's home of Dreidan, the kingdom that ruled over the lands of Faerun, to show Valyon's family he could amount to something.

However, this was not meant to be. Kyana, the half human/half nymph enchantress, was being pursued after by Jorgen the half celestial/half elf paladin, and Valyon... the pathetic human "wizard for hire." Kyana was returning the feelings to Valyon, but nonetheless.. the Staff's curse fell upon them. They became embittered, and fought. Valyon called the weapon to him, and in an attempt to use its power, destroyed all his friends...

He fell into a fit of rage and guilt, and came storming back to his kingdom, with an army of orcs, goblins, bugbears, and other creatures. At this time, his older brother, Tsuvin, was the head general of Faerun's armies, and launched in a war against his own brother.

The war lasted for two years. Then, Valyon finally broke through, as more than 2 million lives in all had been lost (that's combined for both sides). He stormed up to the castle, as the last of the defense and offense fought against each other, and burst through the two huge doors.

There stood his father, Meirock.

He fought with Meirock, all the while saying what a horrible father he had been, and finally, killed him. He turned, to see his mother, Holna, leap from the topmost tower out of anguish.

This angered his brother, who engaged in a deadly battle with him. They fought straight for four days and four nights (96 hours), all over the city of Dreidan Major (the main city of the Dreidan Kingdom), before Valyon finally was going to deliver the killing blow, a black bolt of magical lightning.

As he did though, his sister, pregnant with her child, leapt in the way, and sacrificed herself. As she laid their dying, Valyon and Tsuvin went at it for another minute with renewed anger and hatred, before Valyon once again delivered a killing blow, this time, ultimately killing his brother.

He held his sister in his arms in her last moments, and she forgave him. She said that when she had saw the Staff, she knew what was going to happen.

With that, he buried his family, and worked on restoring the kingdom with repairative magicks, while the rest of the people of the city moved to Dreidan Minor. At this time, he finally sat down in his "new throne". It was then, that Gomodare mysteriously appeared.

"You have suffered the Staff's terrible price...I wish not to fight you. It will obey you now, and you have the ability to unlock its powers...I bid you, a happy life, for what's left of it, and what may happen. Be aware, you are no human, you are much more... you may want to look into that. " With that, he turned and walked out the huge double doors. Valyon went after him, to find that he was not there after he went through the double doors; he was nowhere to be seen.

Since then, Valyon left his kingdom, to Curgein, the Lord of Dreidan Minor, while he ventured for four years, then finally returned to his castle. During that time he had found out that he was a Talen. He had also activated the time spell that was wrote into every Talen, that they would never look older than 24.

That was a very, very, very long time ago. He has since done multiple things... such as fight Ukiah Oregon...


World: Talen/Faerun

Theme Song: Clubbed to Death (The Matrix Theme Song) -- Rob D. Kuriyamano Mix

[Hip-Hop]

O.O OH SHI- Lance vs. Kegan, ths should be good *grabs popcorn*


sorry, just had to let that out.

[Antlion]

A wonderful display of Roleplaying at it's best. I will not miss this one.
Can't judge, so I will be er, an "official watcher". Two mentors duking it out. I might have pissed my pants.

[Lord of Chaos]

I'm waiting for him to make the opening post... >.> Come on Lance... time... and by time, I mean your time... is running out...

[Endless Devoid]

Well, I'll edit this post when I get home later tonight, just giving a forewarning so Kegan there can unbunch his underpants. ;D