The greatest destiny isn't the one that's given to you
It's the one you make with your own two hands
And if you happen to change the destinies of others for the better
Then there's no harm in that, right?
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"Like many stories, it begins with a war.
A great war. The greatest of them all.
It was a war fought between Gods and their legions of mortal followers to crown themselves the Lord in Heaven, Ruler of the Universe and all in it. The conflict was massive, engulfing the world in untold devastation and reaping the lives of countless millions. Entire civilizations were outright erased and whole species' were driven into total extinction.
You know this as the Grand Calamity.
You know the factions who fought in it. You know who led each individual faction. You know the powers and monsters and armies fielded and how the earth was permanently scarred from the ordeal.
But you do not know how it ended.
I would be surprised if you did, for the information to such was kept secret and purposely lost to time. I would have also been obligated to kill you, but the lives of my fellows have long since been claimed by the eons and I see no reason to uphold an oath to an organization that no longer exists. But I am old, and my memory is fleeting, so listen well for I may not be able to repeat what I am about to say.
The Grand Calamity came to an end when a Human Kingdom, under the guidance of the then God of War, created a powerful weapon in the hopes of earing their god the victory he had been fighting so long for. It was a sentient weapon, capable of assimilating souls and utilizing their powers and experiences for its own use. Naturally, the weapon got loose due to a few errors from its Human makers and the war God was too busy stroking his own dick in the face of the other gods to deal with it.
The weapon fed on the souls released during the skirmishes of the other Gods' mortal armies, growing stronger by the day. It fed on the souls of monsters and the Blessed Champions, until its presence was noticed by the other Gods. Seeing this as his chance to prove his power to his fellows, the War God set out to put down the abomination.
He failed, and his soul was assimilated into the weapon. And the weapon became a monster.
Fuelled by power, the monster went on a rampage and laid waste to every mortal nation it could find, assimilating the souls of those it killed until it grew strong enough to forcefully enter the domain of the gods. It killed a majority of the Old Pantheon, assimilating their souls and becoming even stronger. The Old Gods that did not die to it survived by hiding in the ruins of the mortal world, amidst the nations that survived its wrath.
The remaining mortal nations and races came together in a great council to decide what to do next.
The monster was too powerful to be killed, and what Gods that remained weren't strong enough to fight it. So they decided on the next best thing; eternal imprisonment.
With the help of a sympathetic Eldritch entity, the arcane expertise of the remaining Elves, the craftsmanship of the surviving Dwarves, the industry of a race of sapient Golems, and the power of willing Elementals, a grand prison was constructed. It was a masterwork of dimensionality and divine sealing, comprised of infinitely folding pocket dimensions reinforced with enough seals to hold back even gods. However, they had to lure the monster into the jail for it to be of any use. And to do that, they needed to entice it for one last battle.
So the rulers of the combined mortal races beseeched their populace, calling out to the gods that hid amongst them from the monster, begging them for aid in their plot. But the remaining gods had witnessed death as mortal-kind had, and were terrified of being assimilated into the monster. They would not reveal themselves, and the mortal rulers knew this. They were pleasantly surprised when a pair of sister goddesses stepped forward, and promised the aid their kind were once too arrogant to provide.
The stage was set, the players in place. The monster was lured from Heaven and onto the earth by the twin goddesses, who led it into the prison where an army of volunteers had agreed to keep it in place. As they fought, the jail closed and sealed them all inside for all eternity.
To ensure the horror locked within was never released, the Eldritch being hurled the prison into the darkness between the stars, and wove it into the black. There is remains to this day, hidden and locked forevermore."
"But I have a feeling that's not all there is to it."
"Perceptive, aren't you? Indeed, the story leaves out much; the fate of the gods that refused to cooperate, what the twin goddesses were promised in return for their aid, what the price for the cooperation of an Eldritch entity was, and thousand and one other unanswered questions. But you aren't here for that, aren't you? No, what you seek is far more personal.
But I am old and I am not infallible. Tell me, what is it that you seek?"
"…I seek the reason why my mother was taken from me."
"I see, I see. I can tell you the answer, it is not without consequence. Are you prepared to bear it?"
"I wouldn't have searched and trained for twelve years if I wasn't. Tell me."
"Very well. Tell me, young Proudmoore; what do you know of sacrifices?"
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Who are you?
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The Stronger Twin: Vivian Loering is one of the strongest mages of her time, matched by only a small handful and surpassed by fewer still. Born with her mother's innate magic talent and her father's eye for combat, she wields the legendary arcane weapon
Ebon Starshatterer and carries the hopes and dreams of an entire generation on her budding shoulders with a smile that could challenge the very heavens. You are Thana Loering, Vivian's magic-less, and often overlooked, twin sister.
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An Heir-in-Exile: The Grand Elven Kingdom of Ulthier is one of the few Elven nation to survive the passage of time and endure to the present day, and it now celebrates the coming-of-age of its future ruler; Michael Ulthier, the Glimmering Sword and the Skyson, prophesied to lead Ulthier into a glorious future. But few know of you, Michael's older brother Tyson Ulthier, the Fyreson. Fewer still know of your father's cruelty in casting you out for a burden you did not want and denying you a throne that was rightfully yours.
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One Who Yearns: Once, there was genius and their child. The genius was constantly busy and moved frequently, thus denying their child the chance to make friends and experience the delights of youth. To rectify this, the genius created a friend for their child; unfalteringly loyal, frighteningly intelligent, and stronger than most mortal men. However, the child died in an unfortunate accident and the genius cast out their unfinished creation in a fit of grief. You have been wandering since, yearning for a friend and a purpose to fulfil.
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A Penitent Heroine: A boy and his family was forced to suffer in the name of a tyrant. When his family could serve no longer, the boy was orphaned. Vengeful and angry, he escaped the Aetherite mines he had grown up in and trained until he grew powerful enough to fight and lead. He returned, rallied his fellow slaves, fought the enforcer-knights that tried to stop him, and eventually overthrew the tyrant-king in a climatic final battle to give his land a better future. You fled that night, too ashamed to ask for forgiveness from the man you once betrayed.
A/N: *shoots self in foot* Nobody post yet, I'm reserving the next three posts.