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Ten Thousand years ago on the planet Yom (Pronounced Yome), the Dragon Keepers were once a proud, honorable people for they served as champions to the Divine Dragons who granted them with their own guardians from birth known as Soul Dragons as they formed from part of their souls. This all changed when Vorogg, the Divine Dragon Of Darkness and his sole known Keeper Of The Black Dragon ravaged the lands. The Keeper (Who's identity was lost in the annals of history, especially since Yomians didn't believe in individual names at the time and people in those days were often named posthumously by either historians or their descendants) used their wicked powers to create monsters their twisted imagination could conceive. With them and an army of Dragon Keeper followers by their side, they came to rule the planet with an iron fist. However, THAT changed when two opposing races, the Kotchmar and Pukatu decided to put aside their differences and teamed up to fight against the Keeper. The

Part 1 - Rising Sun    ,,On the night of the Bloody Skies, a creature born from the Depths of Abyss will come into the world. When the New Sun rises, the Old Titan will fall from the victorious pedestal. His reign will be forgotten, and a time of hope will come, which will illuminate the heads of the beasts”. The Great Oracle's words were always obsolete. Her prophecies always came true, and this one would be no exception. She herself did not control when the visions came, and she herself could not explain their meaning properly. People of Idris quickly came to conclusions, and internal worries struck inside them - what horrible creature will come to these lands? Will it pose danger, or become an ally? Some were trying their best to decipher what the prophecy could mean. The Creature of Abyss part was clear - a Demon it will be. But, New Sun? Old Titan? Time of Hope? Those of human blood frankly expected the worst, but those towards whom it was directed, The Beasts, understood what it

The Lusitanian Mountain God Dercetius, who on Earth was known in the areas of Gallaecia (Galicia) and Lusitania and Extramadura in Portugal and Spain were inscriptions of him were found in Braga/ Bracara/ Bracara Augusta, the Roman capital of Gallaecia. The Gallaecian and Lusitanian world of Braga under Lord Dercetius was a rocky, dry mountainous and hill mining and smith worlds with industries to produce weapons and armor, both for his very own Jaffa Guards, as well as those of others for his Celtic System Lord Camulus. The Portuguese Stargate Command was most interested in the stockpile of additional Jaffa armor, Staff Weapons, Zat, Trinium and Naquadah on the world which would go to High Lords and ultimately the System Lord they all served to equip his armies and fuel his war machine. With so much of it laying around, awaiting transport trough the Stargate for the next tributes it was no question that the Portuguese Stargate Command, as well as some allied Jaffa Rebels, who while

Title: Omnitard We lost the race. Our development through war or peace, entire history, wasn't enough. If we knew we had to hurry... twenty seconds to ponder.

Crossroads The meeting chamber of Sennaril was alive with low murmurs, the hum of many voices carried on the cool air that filtered through the tall arched windows. Morning light slanted down through the windows, green-filtered through the canopy of ancient trees above, casting shifting shadows across the polished floor. The delegates had reconvened, and though fatigue weighed on some after all the tense discussion, the promise of progress kept every seat filled. Elves with their flowing robes, dwarves in their austere leathers, goblins bristling in armor, and the few humans among them all formed a circle of fragile alliance. Lord Aeralis began the session with a clear, measured voice. “We meet again with one purpose: not the old grievances, not what has been taken or lost, but the future we must survive together.” He gestured toward the empty chair set aside for him but did not sit. “Let us return to what can be done with the knowledge we already possess.” It was the dwarves who

An ode to that which enables life to exist here on Earth The lifeless rock thought to be of impact generated birth The satellite that maintains our axis and controls the tide The one that from the ground, we only ever saw the same side. And further out, a world over three hundred times the Earth's mass A guardian who intercepts any comet that shall pass An orb of fluid with moons that seem like worlds in their own right The largest of all the planets the ancients could see by night. And Earth as we know it could not be without the light of Sol The star that defines the center for the system as a whole From the sun comes the heat and light that keeps the whole world alive For plants and all similar beings to be able to thrive.

Worship is the ivy of consummate thought. Those lengths which are taught but not stretched. When it grows over the temple of devotion the strength of its grip is imbued by the nurture it receives. The pillars of stone that face the sunlight offer the greatest clutch for prayer-formed life; so it follows that our temples be built on mercury, closest to the light. Before the Bone Years there was red flesh on the branches of trees and between the gashes of stone that lick the salt of the ocean. It became malignant when it lost contact with the stars and rotted off when the moon turned away to look unto the pitch of space. Old Gods forgot their language and became speechless.  The world is changing quickly now. Palaces of prayer to a new divinity are constructed over the ruins of castles held by kings of fallen empires. The Statute of the new age is uneasy but will be written by the rose light of His Will as it fills the midnight sky, bright for the first time in centuries.

Penned by Holead Scribla Published on Primera 6th, 1370 M.E. Twin stars shone brightly. The Eternal Land cheered as they rose slightly. Their dawn enchants the faithful lightly. Yet as noon centered the suns above. Yawn goes the prismatic, gentle dove. Yell says the pointed lamb with love. With the light setting upon a monarchy. White shine reflects onto the hopeful theocracy. Wailing new freedom to the divided democracy. Yet my eyes see evil within the Holy. A man draped in blinding light. All drained by cloth dark enough to be the night. An executioner in armor like a fiendish knight. Feeble is the resistance of the common man. For their minds and voice are the first he shall ban. Fallen to his hoove to be decimated into ashen tan. His horned helm bringeth fear and grime. Hallowed sinlessness turned to destitute crime. Hell consumeth the meek through a ringing chime. If there were a devil of Analyth's Land. It's the righteous whom shall cast his shadow.

Over time, the term will affect you. A mark against you. You will depart from the feast of the lords. Bloodsuckers. And then the hump will fall asleep and become a miracle. There will be no cold. But first, let the locusts devour what the oracle calls disgusting. Let the villains sow acts of crime. Are they not weaving their own rope? You will stand apart from the band of robbers Is it worth kneeling when the battlefield will consume those who believed in the law of destruction? You will allow the images from the book of death to leave their mark on every step And later, the fruits will bear seeds To each according to their chosen path

The Ancient Era 100,000 BCE - Trolls establish the first sentient civilization on the planet's pangaea, developing a primitive "Stone Age" culture centered around a singular metropolis. Organic life has existed on the world for approximately 10,000 years, with dimension-spanning gates scattered across various regions. 99,000 BCE - Elves arrive on the planet, fleeing in great migration from dragons who pursue them through dimensional gates. The elves seek refuge in the deep forests, while dragons claim the high mountains as their territory, creating immediate tension with the indigenous troll populations. 97,000 BCE - The murder of the Troll City's Time-Keeper by a dragon ignites a devastating conflict lasting five millennia. As trolls and dragons focus on destroying each other, the elves gain a respite, spreading throughout the continent and beginning to harness mana, the world's magical essence. 92,100 BCE - A historic peace accord is reached between trolls and dragons. Both sides

We, the stewards of the living sphere, assembled beneath the banners of reason and faith alike, submit our covenant to the Eternal Emperor, whose green dominion restores to the world its pulse. We speak not as scattered disciples, nor as estranged custodians of earth and air, but as one reconstituted mind—the living conscience of a healing planet. In our remembrance of decay, we have learned the sin of separation; in our obedience to renewal, we have found the grammar of grace. Once, the soil was a ledger of transgressions. Each crop stolen from its rhythm, each river bound in concrete and shame, testified to the arrogance of an age that named itself free. Yet freedom without reverence is the liberty of parasites. From the seedbanks and the laboratories, from the orchards and reclaimed wetlands, we have seen a more luminous law arise: that all creation must submit to ordered care, and that such order has, in our Emperor, found its conscience and crown. Through His instruments of

I know much wisdom I see deep in the future all the way to Ragnarok a dark day for the gods. Brother's will fight one another and kill one another cousins will break peace with one another. The world will be a hard place to live. it will be an age of adultery an age of the axe an age of the sword an age of storms an age of wolves shields will be cloven. Before the world sinks in the sea there will be no man left who is true to another. The giants are at play and the gods fate is kindled at the blast of Gjallarhorn: Heimdall blows that horn hard hold it high aloft Odin speaks with Mimir's head, The old tree sighs when the giant shakes it Yggdrasil still stands but it trembles Hrym advances from the east with a shield before him and the Midgard serpent is in a monstrous rage. The serpent beats the waves and the eagl screams eaerly splitting corpses with its pale beak. Naglfar the giant's ship is released. That ship sails from the east bearing giants over the sea and Loki is its

The world is shattered and the flaws Are piercing matter of creation. The chaos ’s breaking all the laws Preventing reach of destination. A long black road plain in sight, The worlds are breaking from the basis, The only mission is to ride And to restore the proper stasis. [Chorus] The storm is coming from the north, A knight is riding through the rain, He travels faster than a curse, Upon the breast he cares a flame, And being asked about his aim, He answers: to the ends of Earth. The chain of mountains bars the way, A wicked crow plays mind games, That’s not a perfect place to stay, Where ghosts just scream aloud your name. The storm is howling in the night A shadow cuts through endless rain His armour glints with fleeting light His heart bears fire and untold pain A knight is going so obsessed, As straight ahead is still so much: By whom is he both cursed and blessed. Which foe will help against the rest, And whom the sacred Horn will touch. [Chorus] The storm is coming

The 4 Enemies of Humanity are as follows... Darklord The False Savior: The Anointed Despot He is a tyrant who claims to be a great hero and savior of the people, but in reality, he stands for selfishness and personal gain and power at the expense of others, and drives out the "opposition" of "evil" which stands in the way of him and the absolute power he craves, and rules the forces and powers of tyranny, and even was banished to the dystopian timeline, which the lords of time watch over and hope never comes to pass, for it is the worst possible timeline that all who rule creation and time wish to prevent. He resembles a white and gold clad triangle-headed skeletal humanoid in a crown and purple cap riding on a death like white horse in shiny gold armor and with a white veil. He wields a massive fiery sword as well, and rules over the "Ar Goetia" a cursed book he wrote and can summon and command the monsters of the Hell Dimension between creation and the void which were

                                                        Heart of Stone   A giant meteorlike being hovered over the Earth’s atmosphere. It sent a broadcast throughout the Earth, reaching in every type of media . “People of Earth!” it proclaimed, “I am Varon the Destroyer. I have conquered and destroyed many planets, so take heed. You have two choices. You can either surrender and be my slaves, or be destroyed. Do not try to resist. Better beings than yourselves have tried and failed. You have 72 of your hours to comply.”   The heads of state from all over the world came together for an emergency conference. They agreed unanimously to not surrender to Varon. They also agreed to cooperate with Professor Kenzo Kabuto and his team to fight back, despite Varon’s warning.   “And this is where we are now,” Kenzo told his son Koji, his adopted son and daughter Tetsuya and Jun, and his colleague’s daughter Sayaka. “Instead of fighting Varon and his men directly, we need to destroy his power

From the world where nobody has enough we travel the road people walked before us. From the space where nothing is wrong neither right we create something bigger. From home where we used to live our simple lives nobody cames back alive. From sanctuary where we all belong we silently return to the point of no defeat.

A line drawn in the sand The hands of time and the seconds hand stood still In the coming of the new day's dawn of morning The second coming of the third kind And a half hour past the quarter Of infancy and eternity's inquest of a fraction past the hour In the mirror of reflection And times of futures past Of passages of carriage And parted ways of past ways of futures pass Mechanisms of the cognitive mind of the mind's eye Into the old and new On the change of tide Night and day The great divide Shadows fall, cast into the twilight zone Of the new and old Of the days beginning Of the changing of seasons Of dust on the wind And times end Colors run to fall bled into one On the tidal moon Of lunar landings Of cosmic winds And the shifting sands Held captive to a moments bliss A momentary lapse of indecision On the change of tides Morning glory The dawn of reason Sunset boulevard The land of broken dreams On the change of time The turning of the key Alice

The Empyrean Sky Realm Overview A celestial realm with no land—only endless golden and lilac skies. Cities and castles float on clouds solidified by Veil crystals, glowing with faint internal light. Structures are composed of harmonized crystal and grace glass, a radiant material that emits a soft, holy glow. The sky is vast and peaceful, imbued with serenity, but underpinned by an unyielding code of law. Cultural & Social Structure Grace Angels believe in a divine, non-sentient force called Grace. Grace is the source of their immortality, essence, and societal order. They do not worship Grace, but strive to live according to its ideals—purity, discipline, and lawfulness. Falling out of alignment with Grace is feared, as it would strip an Angel of their immortality and status. Hierarchy Angels exist within a strict celestial hierarchy. Rank determines occupation, dwelling, and societal role. Archangels sit at the pinnacle—lawmakers, judges, and realm

Pulse Imperials’ Genocide Leaders Bolgatrius The Dragon of Moon Peak Mountain the highest peak in Mountain Fortress Kingdom is where this dragon dwells. Here it raises and breeds insects. Moon Peak is infested with cocoons. There these insects are cursed to become at least the size of a human hand. Others take colossal forms of twenty feet in height. Bolgatrius is raising an army of insects which will be sent to war against Armageddon’s colonies.. Phylbrean The Superions of Tarcene have granted Phylbrean responsibility to oversee and assure plans and machines of human extermination are continuous with proper progress. He also makes sure the process is completed at a demanded rate. He is the Statistic Surveyor of Demise. Ciardhra and Daktylos A human captured long ago during Superion origins of human hatred for many years has Ciardhra been kept unconscious. An experiment corrupted by Xiculbo Sorcery. A slave burdened to be a Vessel of Ultimate Power since his capture and creation

The world is cold When winds of north howl ghostly white Scooping up time’s sorrow off the ground Shaking brittle bones exposed to the night The world is empty Nothing remains even for a moment’s start Smell of ocean melts into dry earthen dust Rain of acid washes down tree corpses No, nothing remains to be had The world destroys So hide yourself well beneath your prickly skin Squint your eyes lest they turn to yellow ash Run away from beasts of the forest wilds The world is power The might of nature so much larger than your mind The world is chaos A vortex of thoughts, elements and blood Shield yourself from the sun’s burning light Bury yourself deep Where hungry insects cannot find you The world is fear If you try to control what you can’t

CHAPTER 16: Dark Light The lamps burn low when the strike team gathers, their halos halting on faces set like weathered stone. Metal boots scrape the flagstones; the scent of oil and rust mingles with the thin broth simmering at the hearth. Maps lie unrolled across the command table, their damp corners curling where the undercity’s mist licks at them. The light is small and hungry, and the room feels carved from Vaunir’s own iron bones. Ragnar’s men stand by the archway to see the strike off, faces drawn but steadfast in the orange glow. They look like men who have slept badly and risen anyway. Nino adjusts the clasp of his mantle with a soldier’s measured grace, each motion spare and deliberate. “South drains,” he says, voice low, iron-flat. “Quick in, quick out. Before the sun leans.” Mash rolls his shoulder with a dry crack. “Try not to get eaten while you’re proving your valor.” A voice calls from the back, rough with laughter. “If you see a wolf, tell him Ragnar says