Post by Joe on Dec 4, 2016 18:50:13 GMT
The following story would be told by an old man. He has been on the island since the Exedian’s first stumbled upon it.
“After about a dozen moons of us camping out on the beaches near the crash site of out ships, unique events began to take place. While men were out gathering resources, they came back with tales of finding creatures they had never seen before. Personally, I did not believe a word of it. When I went into the forests, there was nothing but green.
That changed… I came out to the border between the earth and sea; it was a route I often used, so I did not get lost. But then I noticed something. It was a type of creature, off in the distance. When I accidentally stepped on a twig snapping it, it looked at me, and then darted away. The speed it possessed was too fast for me, so I did not bother chasing it.
While on my way back with some fish, I heard a tremendous commotion coming from the camp. From far out, it sounded like a bunch of hollering. I thought to myself, “Had the Commodore returned already with aid? Will it be time to go home?” I moved in the direction of the camp with haste, but to my dismay, I got back to our damaged ships on fire, and men running and screaming. Some were even dead.
These creatures, these magical creatures which we had never seen before weren’t friendly. They were attacking us for something. Like we did something wrong. The group of us that were able to survive moved into the wet forest and away from the open sea. Days went by with us running throughout the woods. Each night, more men would go missing from the sudden raids by the magical creatures. Each time they acted towards us violently we attempted to ask them why! We knew they could understand us, by the way, they looked at us when we spoke, or yelled at them. The only option we had while on this island was to continue to move.
We made it throughout the extensive forests and over treacherous mountains when we came to an area which reminded us of our homeland. Instead of dirt, there was sand. Likewise, with trees and cacti. It was a moral boost for our men. We moved throughout the desert that day, pushing in the same direction as before. We made camp that night, knowing that an attack by the magical creatures was imminent. Despite the past, the magical creatures did not follow us into the desert. The moons passed, and we were still not attacked by the creatures. Were we safe?
While waiting for the Commodore, we began to create a small settlement to survive. We built a little dingy which we sailed to the other part of the island, the area where we first arrived. We placed a note on a rock for the rescue team to see. It informed them where we were, and why we had to move. Well, we never knew if the magical creatures destroyed it after it was placed.
It was maybe eight or nine moons until a ship was seen on the horizon coming up the Xeroxes river. We named it the Xeroxes because a man named Xeroxes was so drunk from the remaining rum we had he fell in and drown during the night.
Anyway… When the Commodore arrived, he came with hundreds of men. Our order was not to leave the island but investigate it further. He came with one of the fastest ships in the Exedian fleet. Its purpose was to bring information back and forth between Akkadia and this new island. As soon as the ship landed, it gathered supplies and made way to return to our homeland with information. The Commodore explained that it was our duty to investigate and understand the magic on this island.
Throughout our investigation, we constructed an extensive library near the crash site of our ships. We event staffed men to keep watch on raids from the magical creatures on the land. Moons passed, and we continued not to know why they did not want us there. Eventually, the fighting ceased momentarily.
We began to uncover those big runes across the island. While we attempted to understand them, we continued to search for more information about the isle. Also, more Exedians began to populate the island. They were here to help aid in our searches.
And one day, something great happened. One of the magical creatures decided to speak to one of us instead of attacking us. It had been dozens of moons since we had landed on the island.
“… And thousands of years ago, there were two entities. One of the physical plane, and one of the magical plane. They lived in harmony until a cataclysmic event knocked them off balance. The ending result was the creation of humans. The hatred between the two creators led to the negative attributes human withhold, such as anger, hate, and lust. While you people call us magical creatures, our species is called Alderis, and at first, we decided that we couldn’t like you. You see, humans have more power than us. The creator of the physical plane created you with souls. Your soul is a magical gateway between our plane, and yours. We cannot tap into the magical plane as you can. Those stands objects you are finding, which are runes, help you with this power. You cannot charge the power in your souls on your own; you need the help of runes. These runes open your soul's gateway and transform something from the magical plane to the physical plane thus creating what we perceive as magic. The runes charges are not infinite, though, so one must be wary of that. While it would be an advantage to know dozens of spells from the planes, if one has knowledge of the runes, they can become much more powerful in their casts. As for the fighting… I believe we will cease our attacks. When you humans first arrived, we were startled. We thought the power from your souls would knock the balance of our island off, so we had to make you leave. It has been many moons now, and nothing has happened… Therefore, maybe we can live in harmony? And, do you know where our staff is? We would like it back.”
The staff the Alderis was referring to was the Alderis Secret. It was trapped in a temple which an Exedian exploration team stumbled upon. The guardians of this temple were great in size and strength; however, they couldn’t enter the part where their staff was. Could it have been that they do not have souls?
Over the years, the Exedian’s and the magical creatures worked together, in an attempt to possess this magic to a stronger degree. The library began to boom with information funneling in from all over the island, which they called Heonia. This magic had never been known or seen by humans before they stumbled upon Heonia and the Exedian’s planned to harvest as much as they could.
Unfortunately, while the information ship was traveling between Akkadia and the island, it was intercepted by the Averesia. And soon… More nations began to populate Heonia.”
- An Old Aged Man