Episode Zero: Paracalynx's Scripture

“If you shall indulge me for just this one moment. Let me tell you a story. Let me do more than just paint a picture. Let me tell you a story, child.

Not just a story of the old myths and legends of the old times. But let me tell you a story about the heroes of tomorrow and the legends whose journeys start today young child.

We often live in a realm where the voices of harmony and reason are scattered throughout our world's littlest parts of the burrows. They are often shallowed out and castrated by the evil glaring forces that grow weary of their ascension. Many men cherish a time of peaceful contentment. And with those many men, they often praise for those days to be everlasting. As so is life. May I be the one to say, it would be easier to live in a world of simple plain peace. It would but it isn’t impossible. But that is what makes our heroes of tomorrow young child.

In every world or any story, there is a contractual point that begins our tale. So be this very one…”

A wise elderly pale man dressed in an old white robe continued in his heavenly monotoned speech. He wasn’t a very frail or bulky man. The elderly man lived a long life already and has seen the good and the bad. His smile didn’t show that. It showed someone still looking towards the future for a newfound hope. He leaned back with a smoke pipe in his comfortable cloth seat.

Amid a rose garden. The light of deities shined its brightest, where endless days of happiness were the very tales the man spoke of. His eyes were a magnetic blue sea in the peaceful tides of his life. A small garden with healthy grass sprouting out from the grounds, beside a stone trail. The elder man looked to the water foundation in the center of the garden, just where a child sat crisscrossed listening to the story.

“No one is perfect. Not even Gods.” The elder man muttered to the child. The child lapsed in panic and interest.

“Not even the Gods are perfect?” He anxiously asked.

“No. No. No. Gods are meant to simply protect the people they see over. We are to love them past exhaustion. We guide them. That is who we are. And thus is when our story of the Lotus Wars began.”

The child cried out. “The Lotus Wars?”

“Ah, yes. A trivial time of the present. Here let me paint the picture.” The elderly man scooted over to let the child sit down. The child sat and watched as the elderly man used his free hand to sparkle up blue magic. Magic would conjure within the water fountain in the middle of the garden like a puppet show. The child's eyes shot up, as the man's voice cleared.

“A time ago. The gods of the realms wanted to create peace. Peace for humanity. Where no violence was needed. No trivial battles. Just a world of love. People would love this world. Thus, created the Lotus Blade. A powerful weapon of peace that would ensure the prosperity of peace in all realms.

At the beginning of time, the Lotus Blade took the shape of the Lotus Crystal in the sky. Becoming the sun. A beacon of hope. For the first five hundred years the world was peaceful truly. People lived amongst themselves in harmony for all. Nations were built by helping hands and races multiplied to endure the new realm. This is what the Lotus Blade created. Its soul blessed the world.

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But it did not bless the entire world. The shining crystal of hope was decimated and tainted by the embers of hatred. The Night Empress Altira and her followers, gods of their own wanted to manipulate the soul of the blade for their power. To usurp the gods of the realm.”

“And did they?” The child asked.

The elderly man looked into the eyes of the child and smiled brightly. “So far yes.”

“The Lotus Blade lost its soul to the Night Empress's revolution and the fallen Lotus Crystals beacon was no more. Darkness now had risen from the ashes. Reapers, Wraiths, Goblins, and monsters of all kinds arose from the ashes into the realms. The time for peace settled. The balance of peace is out of order. And it finally came time for the Lotus Blade to become its power. A darker one. One that yearned for a true soul to replace its lost one.

For years, the blade has searched for a vessel to manipulate and take as a host. But it could only take a certain soul. A vessel tainted by the shards of the crystal. A soul turned into darkness, where the absence of a true soul wasn’t theirs, but the Lotus Blades. This forebearer would be called Diborn. The sons and daughters of the blade. The ones who could decide the fate of the world. Seen much as monsters as orcs, they choose to stay in balance of all things.”

The fountain painted a picture of a strong warrior holding a longsword with mythical powers resonating from its water drawing. Warriors behind the single one began to form as a large tower of dark water stood tall behind them.

“The Diborn were the balance of all things. And only they can destroy this world, or save it from the blade alone.” The elderly man said to the child. The child sat confused and unsure of what to say.

“So Diborn are heroes? They’re monsters though?”

The man laughed. This time embracing the youth of the boy. “And within every monster lies a child who once dreamed of many things. There is hope for even the scariest of beings in this world. But that is for another time. Because your story is now. So let me set the stage for you…”

“Eurafalia the World of Legends, where warriors travel from galaxies far and wide, to test their might against the tests of time. Malik Nevaeh legendary hero known as the “King of Legends” had adventured and conquered all in the Prime Lands of Eurafalia. Honor and glory were all his greatest virtues conquering what Eurafalia had to offer.

In his later years, moments before his death, the biggest ceremonial gathering across Eurafalia, the late great King of Legends had one more surprise for the world. His virtues came to pass one final time, igniting a passion for the next generations to come. Eagerly acknowledging the rise of the world's old testimony one final time, before the mages pulled the plug.

“Where did you find it? Where is it? The great and powerful Lotus Blades?”

The King of Legends smiled, bravely. “You search for the shards of the Lotus Crystals? Fine. Have it! I left thy powers in resting places, scattered around the globe. But a blade doesn’t make a champion, the man does. Now, it is up to you!”

The legendary warrior held his radiant grin, as the mages released the spell. His head dropped, right as the crowd responded with an uproar of madness. The people chanted and pleaded with the fallen legend for one last clue. However, it was too late. The greatest controversial statement left by the greatest warrior. In the center of Eurafalia’s capital on that day, sparked one of the greatest generations of all time. A generation that would be told for decades and across every existing land to come.

This World of Legends…

Rekindled in its brighter flames, now will witness the greatest generation of adventurers pursuing the legendary Lotus Blades. A power that grants the wielder power of a legend beyond their own reality in tales.

“The era of the Lotus Wars has only begun…”