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The Creation of Asteriis and it's universe, Elnth.
Thrash Barahn winced as the Moonspear
pierced through his thick gray skin, just below his rib cage. Quickly spinning with the blow, he
managed to free himself from the weapon in time to parry the
oncoming swipe of his second opponent's sizzling axe. Thrash Barahn's
burning, pink pommeled dagger, Purifier, roared as it met the
electrical arcs of Pain Reaper, the huge axe. His two foes were
gaining the upper hand fast, and they all knew it.
Seturnis, worked the Moonspear
feverishly, in and out repeatedly, managing a few small hits upon her
hated and skilled enemy. She could already feel the adoration she'd
receive after slaying the wretched leader of the unicaxi, a race bent
on destroying all that was holy in the Fahln. Using her massive
feathered wings, Seturnis brought herself aloft, a few feet back from
the fray, positioned to hurl the blessed Moonspear as her foe was
deflecting a mighty blow. She knew the Master Defensyr, Thrash Barahn, could evade or block all but the very best of strikes. Yet Seturnis also knew
that the axe of Hixuultan, a hated enemy in his own right, carried an
ability to hold a blocking weapon captive for a moment after contact. That ability may catch their enemy off guard she thought. As she saw the sparks and flame erupt when axe met dagger, she
deftly pitched the Moonspear straight for the gray heart of Thrash
Barahn.
A deep grinding of boulders was the
growl that issued from the red muscled chest of Hixuultan, The
Bringer of Sorrows. He towered over the scrawny form of Thrash
Barahn, and while he could cut down demigods with his enchanted black
axe, this one was dancing around nearly every swing. The pointy
eared, fair skinned whelp of an ally wasn't faring much better. So
when Hixuultan saw the dainty spear tip sink into the hide of their
common foe, he heaved with all of his strength in a downward chop.
While the Unicaxi Offensive had weakened each of his kind, the blow
remained devastatingly strong. When the chop was blocked, Hixuultan
turned his head to avoid singeing his eyeballs from the resulting shower of flaming sparks. He then noticed the
spear flying tentatively home. As expected, Pain Reaper magically, yet briefly, welded itself
to Purifier, and Hixuultan pulled slightly, better lining up the
wretch with the flying Moonspear.
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He was lying on his back when his eyes
cracked open. He could see the blackness of the universe stretched
out before him, dotted with pinpricks of light. He noticed that the
sparkling blackness was interrupted by a long shaft of white, and
then realized, as it quivered, it's origin was his chest. The
Moonspear had reached it's mark. Thrash Barahn felt no pain, a gift
of his race, yet he knew his remaining breaths were few. Knew that the magic of
Purifier, still in his grasp, was the only thing keeping him
conscious, alive.
“How can it be, this way,” he
spoke as much to himself as to his killers standing out of sight.
“You each exist as but confirmation of the other. Without one, the
other is none. It seems to me now clearly, that Good and Evil not
only need one another, they deserve one another.”
Thrash Barahn raised his gaze to spot
the two natural enemies, blankly looking down upon him. He calmly
lowered his eyes back to the blackness, and with his last strength,
he suddenly pierced out with Purifier with a wry grin. With blinding speed he aimed the needle sharp tip of
Purifier for the brightest star he could see.
It seemed then to the demon and angel that
time itself shuddered as the impaled unicax stabbed his blade into
the sky. They could see the very blackness of the sky rip apart at the
tip of Thrash Barahn's dagger. The two then felt the air around them
rush toward the tear, as it sucked in the dagger and the hand that
held it. As the dagger was torn from the ever so skilled Thrash Barahn, it's magic left him as well. His arm fell from the
tear as it closed suddenly. His hand was a but
a tattered bit of gray flesh, most of it's bones gone with the weapon they had once loved holding.
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The nearly skeletal hand
floated. Lightly spinning, slowly shedding bits of flesh as it went
round, and round, still clinging to a beautifully burning dagger.
The flames appeared as seaweed in the calm undulating currents of the
sea. Drifting casually to and fro as they danced in the nothing,
their light the only evidence of total darkness. Embers intermingled
with flesh and bone. Metal embraced blood. Magic swirled from the dagger and washed over the whole affair. And so it would go for
eons as the new universe swelled and swelled. Elnth and it's
planets, moons and stars were thus born. One of those children is
Asteriis, the planet upon which this story/setting shall continue.
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