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As it was seen, a young child growing up on the island of Zormite, liked by few, hated by many had a dream. The dream of growing old with a wife at his side, along with his brothers. Years ago, that dream was shattered. His brothers, Plasma and Juggernaut Loxeus were beheaded upon the lands of the central island. His brothers were his main source of protection, left alone the child was forced to build himself again from the ground up. Starting out as a weak warrior, a god called out to him. "OasaTor, come, come feel the burning sensation within yourself. Become a demon, join me and many followers, pray to me child, i'll give you strength that you cannot believe.. Pray to me, the all-mighty Balor."
OasaTor, the young warrior set out a new knight of Balor's demon army. Reigning havok with the flames of the underworld. Causing havok to everyone, the Kingdom of the Drows granted him power, the Prince of Evil along side the evil kingdom. Of course, a demon cannot reject such power. When the lands were stormed by the kingdoms, the leaders were taken hostage, but the Prince layed there, a cross stabbed through his heart. The child faded, only to be released from the power of Balor. After a while, the corpse lay there. A young Zormite monk walked by and noticed him. He then took him back to the altar of Leucetious and once again granted this warrior the gift of life once again..
"..Child, awaken. You are safe now, though you are not who you used to be.. OasaTor is no more." Said Leucetious with a powerful voice, with the sound of a thousand storms. The child opened his pocket, inside was a note from a mistress he always admired. It read; "Vrael, as you see I have saved you. I am a decent of your Family, I am a Loxeus, outcast by your brothers many years ago." This person is Mydia, the person Oasa admired after seeing her the very first time.
"Vrael de Loxeus is my name", he said. With the power of lightning, it seems I have been reborn. He set off, only seeing he is no longer a warrior, but a powerful monk, granted the power of lightning. At his disposal, he wondered if reigning havok upon the kingdoms was a good idea. After hours of contemplating, it seemed clear. He would do the good thing and become a monk of Zormite.
Days passed on, and the power grown inside him. Enough that he would be granted leadership of the Holy Monarchy of Zormite. Of course he accepted.
Dark clowds grew above Vrael, a feign burning sensation began in his feet and grew throughout him. "Balor is punishing me, I can just tell. Goodbye Kingdoms!" He shouted.
Laying on the ground, crispened and lifeless Vrael lays there. The legend is over. Loxeus is no more, OasaTor is no more, and there is nothing that can be done to bring him back.
(( With that being said, I resign as Celestius, goodbye kingdoms. I enjoyed you over the years. I will not be re-upgrading due to the problems known by everyone, and the lack of support in fixing them. Though this is probally a terrible recap of my time on GK, its the best I could do. Goodbye all.)) |
06-27-2007, 03:54 AM
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