A Door Through the Darkness
//Inspiration: Season 3, Episode 5, Burn Notice "Signals and Codes"//
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Prelude
The world of Calebar has always been ruled by chaos. War reigns supreme over all the lands, and friendships are foreign.
"The Guardians" Once held the lands in peaceful times, and one could walk freely and safely along the paths. They were protectors of law and virtue. Keepers of Peace and good times. They were the Guardians over the lands, and they were adored by the citizens.
But one day....
They Vanished...
Leaving behind no traces of their existence. As if they had never been...
One year later the land spiraled into chaos. War broke out between two nations which eventually spread through other nations leaving behind a massacred and desolated land, scarred by the bitterness of war. The wars lasted for fifty years, wounding generations with decades of hostility and hate.
Thirty years ago though. It was re-discovered. An Elemental Weapon.
The new wielder began his search at once trying to find other guardians once more, to rebuild the peace that had been so strongly held together by the past generations. But in his search he was desolated to find none. None who possessed elemental weapons like him. He was alone. The last Guardian. He fell into the shadows, so discouraged and alone. His weapon was a deadly, single-bladed claw he wore over his left paw. It's element, was Darkness. And he was now the Master Wielder.
For years his weapon merged with his mind. Possessing him. Drawing him into it's dark embrace. Filling him with dark thoughts, and anger at the world. At last he was consumed by the darkness that flowed from his weapon and emerged into the world once more. Stepping forth with an iron paw and seizing control over a vast stretch of nations. He then set to work with the evil whispers of his weapon, Venom in his ears he was able to create the Cursed Weapons. Elemental Weapons created from conjured spells and dark hours. He chose a selected few that he forced to swear fealty to him and gave them possession of the Cursed Weapons. Building up allies around him, or at least, he thought they were allies.
The Nations trembled beneath his cruel reign for years. Males were forced to join the war to gather more land for him to rule over. Suffering was all the citizens knew.
But one night, one wolf who dreamed of the Guardians and longed for nothing but to restore the peace to the desecrated land. The wolf discovered something glowing deep in the heart of the forest one dark evening, and it was there that he discovered, his Elemental Weapon. The Ice King. Ashkuto. Master of the Ice element.
"The Guardians" Once held the lands in peaceful times, and one could walk freely and safely along the paths. They were protectors of law and virtue. Keepers of Peace and good times. They were the Guardians over the lands, and they were adored by the citizens.
But one day....
They Vanished...
Leaving behind no traces of their existence. As if they had never been...
One year later the land spiraled into chaos. War broke out between two nations which eventually spread through other nations leaving behind a massacred and desolated land, scarred by the bitterness of war. The wars lasted for fifty years, wounding generations with decades of hostility and hate.
Thirty years ago though. It was re-discovered. An Elemental Weapon.
The new wielder began his search at once trying to find other guardians once more, to rebuild the peace that had been so strongly held together by the past generations. But in his search he was desolated to find none. None who possessed elemental weapons like him. He was alone. The last Guardian. He fell into the shadows, so discouraged and alone. His weapon was a deadly, single-bladed claw he wore over his left paw. It's element, was Darkness. And he was now the Master Wielder.
For years his weapon merged with his mind. Possessing him. Drawing him into it's dark embrace. Filling him with dark thoughts, and anger at the world. At last he was consumed by the darkness that flowed from his weapon and emerged into the world once more. Stepping forth with an iron paw and seizing control over a vast stretch of nations. He then set to work with the evil whispers of his weapon, Venom in his ears he was able to create the Cursed Weapons. Elemental Weapons created from conjured spells and dark hours. He chose a selected few that he forced to swear fealty to him and gave them possession of the Cursed Weapons. Building up allies around him, or at least, he thought they were allies.
The Nations trembled beneath his cruel reign for years. Males were forced to join the war to gather more land for him to rule over. Suffering was all the citizens knew.
But one night, one wolf who dreamed of the Guardians and longed for nothing but to restore the peace to the desecrated land. The wolf discovered something glowing deep in the heart of the forest one dark evening, and it was there that he discovered, his Elemental Weapon. The Ice King. Ashkuto. Master of the Ice element.
((And if you guys can't tell, we're in the Medieval times.))