The Five Realms
THE MORTAL REALM OF FAEH'RRON
~ The Five Realms ~
Lelibug Vaeda
In
The World Of The Five Realms
~ Nehvadi'iaa ~
~Eall'yysiiaem~
~ Faeh'rron ~
~Kyvriin'wyyr ~
~ Chthoniia'an ~
Destiny. Decides. EVERYTHING.
The Greatest Evil to ever exist threatens to destroy the Entire World the Divinities created: The Mortal Realm of Faeh'rron in the first to fall… Unless The Prophesy of Mages comes to pass...
THE DIVINE POWER STRUGGLE
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The History Of The Five Realms
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Monsters are real. They walk the Mortal Realm of Faeh’rron, create havoc, chaos, destruction. But they are not terrifying creatures with sharp jaws, extensive and three heads. No, they are human. Humans with evil in their dark hearts, driven by greed, selfishness, and – most dangerous of all – their obsession with power.
There was a dangerous entity that
was empowered by such things. This creature was Cythrauliia’an – known as The Prince of Darkness and Secret Desires, Lord of the Underworld, Chthoniia’an.
This pitch-black creature of horror fed on the black hearts of humans with such
incessant desires. With each one he grew in his own power and thrived.
These traits he enjoyed manipulating held only one purpose, and that intention
had always been clear – it was using them create immense power to cause catastrophic
destruction to the Mortal Realm of Faeh’rron and its inhabitants. With a Force that
was entirely unimaginable.
Traits the
Divinities of Nehvadi'iaa, worked
throughout infinity to prevent from taking hold of Faeh’rron and destroying it.
This Era
was more intense than the past few. The Seven Divinities had convened and
called up the Elders – the former powerful Grand Mages of Cari’iadae – many
times to execute detailed plans for the differing eventualities that would
present themselves, if and when Cythrauliia’an’s
plans came into play. Now there was an immense threat coming that 88required an
incredible force of power from the Divinities – to not only intercede, but
destroy it before it annihilated the entire Mortal Realm.
All
resources had been dedicated to this threat for many Eras, the Mortals’ collective denomination for exactly one hundred
of their short years. They had finalised their plans in time for the more
imminent problem they now faced. One that was feared greatly, the
The precious Sacraementa’al Orb of Moraeyy’draee slowly spun and bobbed,
floating gently within the archives, safe from mortal hands until the time had
come to return it to the Grand Mage. The symbol of their purest, most powerful
Magika, was safe here... but for how long, she could not guess, for this was
one thing that truly was out of her hands. Instead, she must wait, bide her
time, and ensure that what was hopefully to come quite immediately was executed
as closely to perfection as mortal Free Will would allow.
Before her, The Divine Scrolls Y’rambyyth filled the archives, glowing and
palpitating, showing the Fates of each Realm, each Mortal, each Mage, each
creature. This was where Destinies were created, written, planned, perceived,
and executed for the Divines of Nehvadi’iaa.
The First
Grand Mage – Queen of Divinities, Creator
of Faeh’rron, the Divinity Brehi’ina – perused the scrolls with a heavy
heart. It was not supposed to be like this; it was supposed to be beautiful and
simple. She had ascended seven fellow gods, created a beautiful world along
with her precious mortal beings, and then another world for them to exist in
harmony in, having departed their mortal plain.
What she –
Brehi’ina, Queen of Nehvadi’iaa – hadn’t foreseen, was the ultimate
betrayal by one of her own. By one of the very beings she had ascended to stand
with her amongst the gods.
Her Final Divinity Cythrauliia’an had actually the absolute
gall to believe themselves better than them all, then attempted to kill another one of her Divines. It could not be
borne! And so furious was she with this blatant attempt at destruction, the
punishment could be nothing but banishment — how could it not be? Simply. Definitely. Immediately.
Her once-Divine,
perfect, loved, vital being was banished to a dark and distant Realm – created
at her will in that very moment: This
was The Underworld of Chthoni’iaan.
The Underworld was a chasm of dense-black, of chaos, of complete nothing, and she banished him without a second thought.
She held so much fiery anger for eternal damnation within her, she used it all
up on his sentence, re-creating him as a pure D’aemon.
The First D’aemon.
Unfortunately, the first of many.
The new D’aemon
had been far from happy at his banishment. But he made use of his new power Cataclysmic. Forevermore, there was to
be a horrendous, eternal, power-struggle between them and that pure evil she
had inadvertently created in that moment of his banishment. For upon his
banishment, the explosive bitter fury, the overwhelming resentment Cythrauliia’an
felt, was overwhelming and engulfing, his Divine power quickly metamorphosing
into something truly terrifying and utterly black.
Once he was confident in his new power,
the D’aemon threatened them all – and the resulting Prophesy of the D’aemon was an explosive and powerful curse against
her, her fellow Divines, her mortal creations, and all others within her Realms.
To her horror and her own unrepentant fury,
Brehi’ina found herself faced with a slow and devastatingly catastrophic range
of choreographed attacks, and sly, cunning plots over an inexhaustible amount
of time – all designed to be culminating in the absolute destruction of the
very plain she existed: Nehvadi’iaa
itself. The heart of all existence in the Ether.
Her
Realm.
And there was simply no way in any
existence that she about to allow that
to happen.
The First Divinity had retaliated strongly,
spending countless mortal years – Era
after era; the mortal term for every one hundred of their years – fighting
it, with all the power that she, and her fellow Divinities, collectively had.
Using insurmountable and complex plans and intricate details kept for every
possible attack and eventuality. Each of these were held within countless,
endless scrolls which documented the past, the present and the future. Each one
available to use against whatever Cythrauliia’an had to offer, and each one
more powerful than the last.
These were The Scrolls of The Prophecy of Mages… The last and best resort
against what her own creation had devised to use against her, to destroy
everything she had made, including her very soul.
Ensuring her Mortal Realm was imbued with
the greatest protection against the D’aemon’s Power, she had created first the Mages,
then followed them up with the protection of the Great Guardian Ddrai’igae, and
finally, she was forced into creating The
Prophesy of Mages, to counter what Cythrauliia’an had cursed upon them.
Not expecting to require anything more
against the D’aemon than Mages, it had come as a horrific surprise to see how
powerful Cythrauliia’an was becoming over time, fuelled by the fallacy of the
mortals, with so many believing there was true power to be seized in acts of
selfish greed and pure narcissism. The
hatred created, the jealousy, the envy, the resentment… all of it cumulated
in feeding the D’aemon, and meaning the Mages’ Power alone would not suffice to
keep the People safe.
She decided to protect the Mages with the Great Guardian Ddrai’igae – enormous
dragons that lived and thrived on their Magika and harnessed that Magika into a
power far greater than The D’aemon Prince could fight or even tolerate. She put
everything into them, and succeeded: Cythrauliia’an was unable to
do anything against them, or even come close.
It was an enormous victory, allowing them
all many subsequent Ages – reigns of
Coven and clan leaders – of protected peace against him. That was, until Cythrauliia’an
very cleverly managed to eradicate
the creatures from right under their noses – leaving the Realm of Faeh’rron
once again at his mercy.
With the Ddrai’igae so suddenly gone, the
Mages were vulnerable and the People again his prey. Even worse, he had also
managed to begin the culmination of all the Borderlands of Faeh’rron hating all
Mages and Magika, and was clearly focused intently on pressing that effect
until all of them was eradicated, as well.
The Prophesy had been devised in its wake.
The entire thing was an intensely complex Divine plan, which took into account
every possible twist and turn Cythrauliia’an may, or had to, take for his curse
to succeed, and countered them all powerfully: A procedure she could hardly believe she was being forced to put into
place. After all, this... creature...
had once stood alongside them, had been one of them. But, then, it had brutally, utterly, betrayed
them. And now, it the ultimate threat to all their worlds. Fighting against the
darkness of the Underworld of Chthoniia’an and its evil lord was draining, even
for the Creator of All Life.
Along with the remaining Divinities of Nehvadi’iaa
and the Elders, Brehi’ina had worked for Ages and Eras on their Divine plans
and interventions to prevent Cythrauliia’an from destroying what they had built
within Faeh’rron. The People were hers
– her creation, her children. He was not
about to take it all from her!
Magika
had been her very careful and deliberately elegant answer to the creature’s unrelenting power of destruction
– a perfect design that allowed the power of Nehvadi’iaa to live on the face of
Faeh’rron itself, whereby all Elements of her own Divine Power had been
bestowed on her very special
creations. Ones who would use this immense power purely for the protection of
her First Creations. It was supposed
to stop everything escalating to what it was now.
In creating the Mages – extremely powerful specialist humanoids, who were expert
wielders of all things Magika – Brehi’ina truly had thought she had devised the
best solution. They had been bequeathed to Faeh’rron to protect the People from
the D’aemon’s blind rage and raging vengeance, with each Mage encompassing the Magika
they were given – to be perfect wielders in only one or two of the Six Elements
of her Divine Power, ensuring that, together, as a balanced team, they were
capable of wielding the very Power of the Divine on Faeh’rron and countering anything that damned D’aemon could throw at them.
She had created a few particular,
immensely powerful Mages who would be her direct connection to them. These
would be able to wield most of the Six
Elements, and were formally known as Sorceresses.
But The Queen of Mages would preside over them all, and be her own personal
representative within the Realm of Faeh’rron. The Grand Mage would know all, understand all, and could control all.
She would be the closest thing to Pure Divine Power walking the Realm as there
could be.
Brehi’ina herself had even personally
transcended the Realms for a few short years to oversee them in Faeh’rron as The
First Grand Mage, to safely lead them out of the darkness that was befalling
them, and into the protective light of the creation she had called Magika, after Cythrauliia’an had the gall to threaten her with the
destruction of them with his almost limitless powers.
But then, the Prince of Darkness had got
clever and weaved his evil through the vulnerable People, and by some stealthily
applied brainwashing, the D’aemon had deftly taught them how to fear and hate
Magika, turning them against the very beings she had made to protect them.
It was to Brehi’ina’s chagrin that he was currently
weaving even more destruction than ever before. Whilst he was planning and
waiting to proceed with the ultimate annihilation of the world she had worked
so hard to create, he was also busy fanning the flames of hatred, revenge,
greed and power within certain people of the powerful Borderlands, particularly
within Kingdom of Narayya’an – and it was a particularly cold plot he had in
mind, ready to destroy any chance of their end-game
succeeding in her favour. Something that was entirely unacceptable.
This specific kingdom was a land that was part
of a special peace treaty, created by the mortal kingdoms, united after a range
of terrible and destructive wars that occurred over one hundred Mortal Eras ago,
now – a time period known to The People as a . These wars were triggered by a
particularly immense creation from Cythrauliia’an and were beyond brutal, decimating
Mages, Magika, and the People, culminating in the genocide of the Great
Guardian Ddrai’igae and the weakening of Magika at its very core on Faeh’rron.
It was only after long decades of
fighting, the kings, councillors, and advisors, finally agreed upon the Peace Treaty of the United Realms of Eall'wyy
Despite Cythrauli’iaan's best efforts, this treaty had successfully kept peace
between the Kingdoms of Eall’wyye. The People had thwarted his plans for
destruction themselves. But now...
The First Grand Mage sighed and shook her
head. She held the scrolls that foretold of what he planned. She also held the
scrolls detailing their intricately designed counter-attack. It was always the
role of the Divinities to protect all her mortal children – the People and
Mages of Faeh’rron alike. Now she could only hope that their Chosen Ones, those
in Faeh’rron who would – quite unwittingly – carry out their Devine Plan, would
put their courage and faith in them and undertake the paths chosen for them to
prevent Cythrauliia’an succeeding.
The Seven Divines would do whatever they
could to keep their plans on track, even taking the unprecedented step of
sending one of their own to act as an Agent
of the Divines, instead of just some of the Elders alone. This was going to
take more power and direction than anything they had undertaken before –
instead of Grand Mages spearheading their plans, mentored¹ by Elders, this one
was to be done by one of the mortals themselves. Without them even being aware
of it.
However, the People and Mages had wills of
their own and did not have to follow their chosen path. Their only hope was
that the Divinity A’aegiia, sent directly to the Mortal Realm of Faeh’rron itself, would help ensure its success.
They had built their intricate strategy.
Now they could only watch as it played out before them.
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