Post by Kuros on Jan 14, 2011 2:58:07 GMT -8
I am Kuros, and I am a Son of Gran Kain.
I am the Stagnant Waters, the Barren Earth, the Dying Flame and the Violent Wind.
I am Chaos.
I am Destruction's Hand upon this world.
Yet, even I had my beginnings.
I was once like them, blinded by the Light of Einhasad and the lies Shunaiman spewed from his filthy mouth. I fought for the church, vanquished in their name and brought power and wealth to their coffers all for the glory of the Human race, the Children of Einhasad. Fools, all of them. If they only knew the truth. Oh how the Church squirmed when I learned mine and slaughtered those who stood in my way. A monster they call me, a madman and a heretic. How pathetic, their words cause the bile in my stomach to churn.
The short years that followed my "awakening" to the truth were spent understanding and mastering the new dark power Gran Kain has gifted me with, and then once I have mastered those powers I began my research on the seals that held the mad goddess Shilen prisoner. I have learned that the magics binding her are strong, perhaps powerful enough to be used as a catalyst for a different purpose, one that would wipe out the memory of Einhasad from the minds of all humans and return them to the state before the formation of the Elmoraden Empire. Strong, united and unbound by any religious doctrine, like in the days of our rebellion against the Elves. Thus began my new purpose.
I've played both sides in the war between Dawn and Dusk, ensuring that neither side gained any advantage over the other all the while my agents and I collected the seal stones. It was a dangerous game, but the rewards at the end were worth it. Eventually I have collected enough stones to begin my ritual. However, on the eve where all my plans were about to come together disaster struck in the form of the Einhasad Templars. I do not know exactly how they found out about me but I have no doubt my fool of a brother played a big part in it. They sieged the old temple ruins where the ritual was to take place and I was forced to expend my forces to beat them back, but whether it was from sheer willpower or the fear of what would happen if I succeeded, they prevailed. The network of spells I have carefully weaved shattered and the stones became unstable. The resulting explosion brought the entire temple down and it was there that I prepared for my complete annihilation, or so I thought.
I found myself waking up among the ruins, surrounded by a sea of corpses of friends and foes alike. I have survived destruction but I was changed. I have found that I no longer had any access to my power, though I could still feel the presence of my Dark Lord in the back of my consciousness. In the days that passed I found that the Templars paid a heavy price for their victory. Their numbers were severely crippled and most of their leaders were either dead or missing. The revelation brought little comfort to me, I knew that I have failed. Even with the Templars removed the Church still held power. I had no choice but to withdraw from the world and bide my time as the Cult and the Church warred against each other.
Two years passed since that time and my wait has proven to be rewarding. It was through my Dark Lord and my new agents that I have found that my power has not been destroyed as I initially believed. No, instead it was merely separated from me as a result from the unstable energies the seal stones gave off when the ritual was disrupted. Gran Kain has told me that my dark essence walked the world in physical form, disguised as a human to keep any unwanted attention away from it, waiting until the day I reclaim it. The personality it has created went by the name Dachande Shadowheart, and what amused me most was that even he didn't know what he really was or his true purpose.
At long last, I will have a chance to reclaim what was taken from me.
At long last I will become whole once more.
For I am Kuros, and I am a Son of Gran Kain.
I am the Stagnant Waters, the Barren Earth, the Dying Flame and the Violent Wind.
I am Chaos.
I am Destruction's Hand upon this world.
Yet, even I had my beginnings.
I was once like them, blinded by the Light of Einhasad and the lies Shunaiman spewed from his filthy mouth. I fought for the church, vanquished in their name and brought power and wealth to their coffers all for the glory of the Human race, the Children of Einhasad. Fools, all of them. If they only knew the truth. Oh how the Church squirmed when I learned mine and slaughtered those who stood in my way. A monster they call me, a madman and a heretic. How pathetic, their words cause the bile in my stomach to churn.
The short years that followed my "awakening" to the truth were spent understanding and mastering the new dark power Gran Kain has gifted me with, and then once I have mastered those powers I began my research on the seals that held the mad goddess Shilen prisoner. I have learned that the magics binding her are strong, perhaps powerful enough to be used as a catalyst for a different purpose, one that would wipe out the memory of Einhasad from the minds of all humans and return them to the state before the formation of the Elmoraden Empire. Strong, united and unbound by any religious doctrine, like in the days of our rebellion against the Elves. Thus began my new purpose.
I've played both sides in the war between Dawn and Dusk, ensuring that neither side gained any advantage over the other all the while my agents and I collected the seal stones. It was a dangerous game, but the rewards at the end were worth it. Eventually I have collected enough stones to begin my ritual. However, on the eve where all my plans were about to come together disaster struck in the form of the Einhasad Templars. I do not know exactly how they found out about me but I have no doubt my fool of a brother played a big part in it. They sieged the old temple ruins where the ritual was to take place and I was forced to expend my forces to beat them back, but whether it was from sheer willpower or the fear of what would happen if I succeeded, they prevailed. The network of spells I have carefully weaved shattered and the stones became unstable. The resulting explosion brought the entire temple down and it was there that I prepared for my complete annihilation, or so I thought.
I found myself waking up among the ruins, surrounded by a sea of corpses of friends and foes alike. I have survived destruction but I was changed. I have found that I no longer had any access to my power, though I could still feel the presence of my Dark Lord in the back of my consciousness. In the days that passed I found that the Templars paid a heavy price for their victory. Their numbers were severely crippled and most of their leaders were either dead or missing. The revelation brought little comfort to me, I knew that I have failed. Even with the Templars removed the Church still held power. I had no choice but to withdraw from the world and bide my time as the Cult and the Church warred against each other.
Two years passed since that time and my wait has proven to be rewarding. It was through my Dark Lord and my new agents that I have found that my power has not been destroyed as I initially believed. No, instead it was merely separated from me as a result from the unstable energies the seal stones gave off when the ritual was disrupted. Gran Kain has told me that my dark essence walked the world in physical form, disguised as a human to keep any unwanted attention away from it, waiting until the day I reclaim it. The personality it has created went by the name Dachande Shadowheart, and what amused me most was that even he didn't know what he really was or his true purpose.
At long last, I will have a chance to reclaim what was taken from me.
At long last I will become whole once more.
For I am Kuros, and I am a Son of Gran Kain.
