Re: RP NOBLE: The Realm of Rivers
I became solemn. This- the passing on of a story- was a important part of who I was, once being a God of Fantasy.
"It is an old story. I know nothing as to it's truth or falsehood. I am only the storyteller."
The Origin of the Merits and the Xian Lineage
Long Ago, When Yggdrasil was young and not yet mature, there were two Realms: The Realm of Gold, and the Realm of Brass.
What now is the Realm Silver, Realm Sorcerous, and Realm Certitude, was then the Realm of Gold:
What now is the Realm Supernatural, the Realm Savage, and the Realm Mundane, and the Realm of Rivers, was then the Realm of Brass.
The Twelve Aspect Gods; The Eight Dragons; The Four Primoridals; The Two Realms; and the One Tree. All was ordered and balanced, and growth was quick.
The tree needed just a little bit of chaos to grow, just enough to spark change. As is customary, she safeguarded this vital purpose in the form of a sentient race. They were named the Merits.
The Merits were a cursed breed from birth; due to their innate connection to chaos, inexplicable and terrible events occurred daily. Only those who were very lucky survived to carry on the Merits and their important job. As millennia passed, Merits became very lucky by nature, avoiding their terrible curse by becoming blessed.
Yet, every once in a while, a Cursed Merit is born, one whom is not lucky. This is a sad tiding for the troop, and these merits are sent far away from the troop to avoid calamity. They usually die swiftly and horrifically.
This is a story, however, of a Cursed Merit who survived, fighting against fate. This is his story.
His name was Rivan, and he was born the runt of the litter, smaller and weaker. He suffered from sickness, and he suffered from rejection, and his natural innonence was perverted. He became a bitter merit, and when he was found to be cursed, he was exiled from his troop- a Merit’s life concern- never to return.
He should have died. That was his fate; that is what the stars said, that was the prophecy. But the nature of the Curse was not order. It was chance. It was Chaos. And the only reason Cursed Merits existed was because Merits channeled Chaos. Rivan, in particular, had a stronger affinity to chaos than any merit that had come before.
And so he broke his own destiny, and became very, very powerful, and roamed the young world seeking vengeance for his Curse. After many trials, he climbed to the very top of the Tree and confronted the Master Divine, the first and most powerful of all Primordials.
At this time, the very first Old One was taking notice of Yggdrasil. Judging it easy prey, he attacked the ordered world and spread the Madness. Soon he had legion upon legion of mad warriors, powered by the eldritch forces from beyond the Tree.
Master Divine, looked upon the little Merit, and said: If you destroy the Mad, and if you send back this Old One, then I will lift your curse. And he gave Rivan three gifts:
First, the Sword of the Master Divine;
Second, the secret of the Obliteration Technique;
And last of all, True Immortality.
And with these gifts, Rivan set out to lift his curse. He fought the Mad wherever he went with the Sword, destroying them and gaining more and more power, as his Curse grew and grew. In the final battle against the Old One and a million of his minions, when all seemed hopeless, he used the second Gift: The Obliteration Technique.
He turned his very soul into a weapon, and in a wave of pure creation, obliterated all his foes. Nothing survived, save the Sword.
But that is not the end of the story, for the third Gift now came into play: For though his spirit might have been shattered beyond recognition, it was not gone. It reincarnated, as a God; a Cursed God that ruled over the Realm of Xi.
Ever since that time, the Xian lineage of gods has continued, and they are unique; for with them comes calamity, for with them comes change, and for with them is the balance restored.
"I am Max, Son of Maccus, Son of Mek. I am the continuance of the Xian Lineage, and I bear it's curse. According to the legend, should I climb the Tree and reclaim the sword- then I will become the avatar of Rivan, Heavenly Ancestor of the Xian Lineage."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"We will soon see if the legend is true."