((Mature Content Warning: Story will include references/situations of sex, drugs, profanity, and extreme violence))
This is quite literally the first story I will be ATTEMPTING to write. I have no idea where I am going with this I sort of have general guidline and idea of what I am trying to accomplish but a lot of the characters might feel hollow until I flesh them out. Inspired by an old roleplaying server I used to play on.. References to external sources are purely coincidental as the names were used by players on the server likely referencing things I have not heard of.. Feel free to leave comments or suggestions.
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The Origin of All Things
No one knows how it started. The first families washed to the shore of Astoria with nothing but what was on their person and absolutely no knowledge of who they were or what they were doing there. Instinct is a powerful thing and driven by the urge to survive they pit their skills together, an old man caught fish by wading out into the water, while three brothers walked to the forest and gathered wood. One man collected everything everyone had and pooled their resources to figure out how best to use them. Rope from a climbing kit, string from a sewing kit, several needles, three long knives, a pouch full of gold, several small seeds and a some flint.
Later that night when all had gathered they each listed what skills they knew and gave themselves names by their purpose. The first was a woman with bright, pure blonde hair and clear blue eyes. Her belly was swollen, and clearly extremely pregnant. Her beauty was unrivaled and her presence elicited mixed feelings from her benevolent smile. Lust, warmth, love and awe.
"I know how to cook, I am deeply in love with fire and I will take the flint so that I may light your fires and keep you warm. You may call me Astar for I wish to burn as bright as the sun." Astar spoke before taking the flint and starting a fire, stoking the gathered wood while listening to the others.
The next was a tidy looking man with a critical eye. He was bald and portly and had a frown etched into his face that showed great desire yet unsatisfied, focus so great he all but ignored the glory of the blonde beauty. Stepping forward he picked up the purse of coins.
"I know how to efficiently organize and plan, I desire these coins for I understand their value. I will lead all of you, and if you listen you will come to see while you will have to work hard you will all survive in the end. You may call me Anoble" Anoble spoke before stepping aside he began immediately counting his coins while frowning.
Next was a comely woman with warm auburn hair she had a gentle expression that expressed a familiarity and deep care, her belly was swollen as she was obviously with child and it explained the alluring glow.
"I desire the seeds. With it I understand the way things grow as I have something growing within me. With just these few I will return a harvest many times over to feed my son. You may call me Anew" Anew spoke before lowering her head humbly.
The three brothers approached and the first one walked forward and quickly snatched a long knife from the pile standing triumphantly he sneered with a menacing look, he was not unsightly however his nefarious intent was obvious.
"I will take this blade, and with it I will take your lives!" He cried out before attacking one of his very own brothers!
Lifting his hand to the blade he quickly, rationally sacrificed his hand to stop the blade which severed the limb at his wrist. Letting out a bellow he used his other hand to smash the offender. At the same time the third brother grabbed some rope because he could not bring himself to take arms against his kin and the two together wrestled him down before binding him.
After the scuffle which truly only lasted a few moments the man who grabbed the rope stood up and decisively decided to introduce himself still breathing hard from his exertion.
"I know what is right and wrong,if you step our of line and do not listen to me or you will be bound. You may call me Alaw" Alaw shook his head at his disruptive younger brother, bound now and unconscious. Picking up one of the blades.
A hissing sound was heard as the second brother buried his stump in the flames before howling in pain. Setting his anger onto the one who caused his pain he growled as he promised out loud.
"I know the way of the world.. For what you do unto others so shall you receive with interest! You will call me Akarma" Akarma said as he harbored his grudge his one good hand clasping the second blade and holding it close.
The two brothers proceeded to argue amongst themselves on how to deal with the third before the third leapt up from his state and threw sand at everyone gathered before fleeing into the dark screaming "You have not seen the last of Asin!" Asin's voice faded into the distance although he watched from the forest, wanting all he could not have.
Seemingly unperturbed the next stood up and picked up the string. This man was huge he easily dwarfed even the biggest of the brothers and the string in his hand looked almost insignificant between thick fingers.
"I know how to make things even with what small things we have here. You may call me Aidea" Aidea spoke before taking some sticks and tying them together to create a spit over the fire, gathering some stones he began to make a few makeshift items as he listened.
Finally the old man came back from the sea with arms laden with fish which he deposited near the fire. On a closer look he was gaunt and bony, his appearance was haggard and frightening. He said nothing as he stood there before drawing in the sand a single word. His name.
Agrave
He then looked on to the others he had a patient look on his face as if he was waiting for the inevitable. He even bent his worn back over and started digging with those bony fingers in the sand.
Suddenly another figure appeared. Pale as the moon he had raven black hair and dark intriguing eyes that burned with a mysterious energy, in fact it snapped and crackled about him and he strolled forward with an ease that said he belonged here and everyone suddenly felt like they were children caught in the act of sneaking into someones yard. They even noticed a figure being dragged behind the stranger. It was Asin!
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"What is this..?" The stranger tilted his head as he observed them, eyes focusing on the fire before widening as a realization dawned on him that only he understood as he suddenly became enraged. "You dare!?"
Like a madman he threw himself at those near the fire. Shocked those gathered did the only thing they could think of, instinctively they fought back. The two brothers suddenly found themselves crushed to death by their third kin as he was thrown with inhuman strength.
Next to feel his wrath was Anew, she crossed her arms protectively over her belly but it did little good as he thrust his hand forward and pulled out her heart dropping it on the pile of buried seeds. Moving a hand to pull the baby free from her womb he was about to dash it onto the sand before Aidea looped some string around his foot and yanked with all his strength causing the stranger to loose his grip and get pulled away, with no weapon in sight he picked the closest thing a flaming stick to bash the stranger.
Instantly the pale man caught on fire and he howled in rage and it felt like the world, the air, even the stars shook with his rage. Driving a hand into Aidea's chest he used hearts blood to try and quench the flames burning him before spotting Astar who had thrown all of the wood onto the fire getting it as large as possible. Still burning his skin was gone and the meat below began to cook he pointed a finger and rasped accusingly!
"You..! Will... NEVER.. Succeed!" The energy in his eyes began to swim about in the air as it crackled and snapped with the dark energy that made up his being. Stepping over to Anoble he once again extracted a heart before sinking his teeth into it draining its power to give him the required energy for what he did next.
Astar's eyes lit up in a panic as she dimly began to recall her purpose she quickly opened her mouth and shouted. "I NAME YOU---" abruptly cut off as everything in the area exploded.
Astar, Anew, Alaw, Akarma, Asin, and Anoble were all incinerated into ash along with the stranger, the blast was powerful enough to vaporize several thousands of miles of forest and ocean instantly. Ash and mist coalesced into an impenetrable barrier that slowly wrapped itself around the vast, endless land.
Strangely there were several people left. The two pregnant women after bursting into ashes each left not one, but six children covered in their ashes which miraculously protected them from the flame. Six boys and six girls. The last figure was the silent old man who had just finished digging six graves. He watched them for a long time before he gave a sigh and hunched down. He began digging more graves.
As he dug these children, clearly not your normal children began to grow. Like a plant that absorbs ash to grow stronger they quickly rose in height and age, miraculously before huddling together giggling at the sensation of their bodies touching.
And so were born into the world were the many races:
The Ashen. Still covered in the ash of their ancestors sin their skin is a mottled ashen color giving them a unique appearance they favor tattoos and possess a unique magic that relies heavily on piercings and their tattoos. Most common traits are bright red hair and yellow eyes. Average height is 5' to 6' (Equivalent to humans essentially)
The Villyl. Ranging from obese to bony slenderness all Villyl are exactly 5 feet tall, although they have a wide range of other features like hair color and eye color. They possess a unique magic based on how much they consume they have tremendous appetites although they don't eat food the feed instead on powerful emotions, although they can suppliment themselves on the lingering emotions of whatever is in the food they eat as long as it was alive at one point. Often found as scholars or in jobs that requires them to service many people.
The Lings. A hermaphroditic species born from the intermingling of many races that consists of the largest range of diversity they traits in common with whatever animal or other race they resemble. They are considered a primitive race and occasionally they are enslaved or discriminated against. They do not possess any magical power however the have explosive reproduction rates and depending on the animal traits they can be extremely effective fighters. Average height ranges from 3 feet to 8 feet.
The Worldborn. Eight feet of hulking muscle these large, powerful bodied race is one of ingenuity and creation. Most of the males are bald and the women braid their hair in dreads with colorfully dyed hair. They steer away from violence despite their large frame and able bodies preferring to create, even if their creations are used in violence. You likely would not want to back it into a corner though, when pushed to an edge they become berserk and can no longer differentiate between friend or foe.
The Humans. A race of people who don't excel at any particular field however they are masters of learning, despite the short lifespan their reproduction rate almost rivals that of a ling and their bodies possess the capability of learning virtually any trade or skill. Magic, Fighting or Crafting. Truly versatile species.
The Earthkin. These are a race of short statures and clever minds, they build their homes in the hills in shires or in the tree tops. Their societies often blend into whatever landscape they live in. Most notable for their guile and ability to blend seamlessly wherever they go. Garrulous and friendly people! They drink like a dried sand and steal like shadows in the night. They are incredibly quick and deft they make excellent duelists and thieves. In fact most people are afraid of this race because if they don't take everything you have they might just challenge you to a duel. Famous for illusion magic, they cannot learn any other kind.