Well basically I thought that I Should Give It a Go
(And yes I do know that the dates and times are off)
Long ago in the time of magic and wonder two Avatars of grace and power watched over the many mortal realms. The two Avatars were Mylarne and his younger brother Ech-tyreal. They had been chosen to watch and give guidance to any that wished to learn. All was good and both brothers shared in there good fortune for many millennium. But all good things must eventually come to an end. Finally the elder of the two brothers was struck with and Idea. What if they created lesser beings in there own image to spread peace and justice amongst the few realms they were to reside over. Mylarne being an adept wielder of magic soon created a small group of Shades that were highly skilful at magic craft. Ech-tyreal being the younger of the two brothers had not yet mastered the use of magic, but from what he lacked in magical abilities he made up for with his cunning and swordsmanship. His warriors were considered as a force that only the gods might match. When the two brothers had completed there chosen clans they both fell into a slumber. For three millennia the brothers slept whilst their clans fought off invaders of the mortal realms. Ech-tyreal was the first to wake and soon realised that his clan had not suffered a single lose yet Mylarne’s clan had suffered greatly. This pleased him and when Mylarne did finally awaken Ech-tyreal was soon bragging that his small group of warriors was far superior to Mylarne’s magic wielding clan. Eventually Mylarne grew sick of his brothers incessant boasting and an argument quick erupted. Mylarne although was the elder of the two would surely be struck down if the argument turned to blows. But Mylarne knew that if he timed it right he might be able to use his own warriors against him. Mylarne struck with his clan quickly and effectively using a crude mind control technique Mylarne was victorious and forced Ech-tyreal to flee for his life.
Ech-tyreal after suffering a major defeat at the hands of his once beloved brother sought refuge in the darkest parts of the cosmos. Over time the darkness that Ech-tyreal used as a home and as a sanctuary would soon both devour his soul and envelop his heart in darkness. After what seemed to be a Millennium sought council with the shadows that both stalked and crooned to him. After undergoing numerus rituals Ech-tyreal was approached by a group calling themselves the Dark elders a small group of ancients that over time had allowed darkness to consume then. Ech-tyreal was soon initiated and became the newest member to join the Order Of Darkness. Ech-tyreal was soon taught how to use the darkness inside him as an effective tool to destroy even the toughest of foes. Yet Ech-tyreal only had one target, his Brother.
Unbeknown to him at the time Mylarne did not know that his brother had joined the Order of Darkness and was plotting his demise. Soon after Mylarne had defeated his brother he quickly converted the few remaining warriors that still remained loyal to Ech-tyreal. In doing that he showed remorse and was soon approached by a group calling themselves the Brotherhood of Light. Mylarne was interested in what these beings had to say and also to teach. Mylarne quickly became an avid student of Light. He soon learned how to wield light both as a tool that was able to heal and also as a weapon that could crush armies. After 200 years of training Mylarne was accepted into the Brotherhood Of Light.
Yet Unknown to both brothers they were chosen not just because they were able to wield their chosen power but also because they are able to enter and leave mortal realms.
Both Brothers fought for their respective sides for almost a millennium. Ech-tyreal was the first to be ordered into a mortal realm in the hope that he may establish a foothold in the desired realm. Ech-tyreal arrived and quickly started to recruit firstly the small cults that worshiped darkness. Although these swelled his ranks he soon realised that he will need to once again create his lesser beings. Ech-tyreal started the summoning ceremony and when his first warrior appeared he realised that these were no longer soulless entities, they were now Darkness incarnates that wanted to acquire a host in which they could use as their puppet. Once these beings attached themselves to a host they wielded extraordinary power and were quickly named shadow warriors. Once Ech-tyreal was happy with his force of darkness he was ordered to destroy any remaining life forms on the planet. Ech-tyreal did this with ease and soon the planet only remaining life forms were under the command of Ech-tyreal.
After hearing of what his brother had done Mylarne volunteered to face his brothers. So Mylarne set off with only a small amount of his clan. As soon as Mylarne he learned the scale of which his brother had descended into darkness. Plus the scale of the forces that Ech-tyreal had created was massive. So Mylarne sought the guidance of the Brotherhood of Light and soon created a bastion of light in which he forced Ech-tyreal to lay siege upon. Although Ech-tyreal force was vast Mylarne’s fortifications were able to withstand the Ech-tyreal relentless attacks. After four days of the siege Ech-tyreal’s forces were so badly depleted Mylarne seized his chance and crushed the remaining forces quickly and once again Ech-tyreal had to flee for his life. Over the passing weeks Mylarne sought to rejuvenate the planet that his brother had wiped clean of life. With the guidance of light he brought the planet back to its former self.
After his latest defeat Ech-tyreal had all but given up hope of gaining revenge on his brother yet a small band answered his call. They dubbed themselves “The Legion Of The Damned”. This small band of darkness worshipers quickly made a name for themselves by both being as destructive as Ech-tyreal but also just as remorseless. Wiping out entire planets soon became a sport for them and very soon they sought to draw the forces of light out into the open once again.
Ech-tyreal found a previously cleared world and quickly established Tower of hate. The Tower eradiated darkness across the cosmos. Its waves even reaching the citadel of light. At once the elders amassed there forces and were sent to destroy the tower. This is just what Ech-tyreal had planned, As soon as the first wave of solders of light landed he sent in his Legion. They massacred everything that the forces of light sent. It would seem that nothing could stop them. Mylarne soon decided that he must now join the battle. Mylarne marched onto the battlefield flanked by his remaining Avatars. The legion struck first, temporally dazing Mylarne when he regained his séances he ordered his Avatars to attack and one by one they destroyed the Legion. Yet whenever a Member of the Legion fell they always got back up after a short time, they were truly unbeatable. Mylarne seeing his creations around him being destroyed went into a fit of rage, completely disintegrating almost half of the legion. Seeing this the Legion of The Damned fell into a swift retreat back to their home world. That is where they would stay until they were called to Ech-tyreal’s side once more. Ech-tyreal was furious, he charged onto the battlefield and ran straight at his brother. Ech-tyreal reached him in little time and was soon wielding his blade of darkness and although Mylarne tried to muster as much strength it seemed that this would be his final days of existence. But with the last of his strength he uttered a curse upon Ech-tyreal so that when he did die so would his brother. Seeing this Ech-tyreal stopped his blade within an inch of his brothers exposed neck. For the longest of time Ech-tyreal glared at his brother. Eventually he turned his back and walked away. Mylarne seizing his chance fled but because he was weakened from his battle he had no control over his teleports. Mylarne landed on a green and fertile planet. It seemed that this place was yet to be corrupted by darkness. Over the passing years Mylarne taught the denizens how to wield light as both a weapon and as a tool. Mylarne soon learnt of another fraction calling themselves the Horde. He was told tales of there savagery and soon realised that this world was not free of corruption.
Ech-tyreal was bitterly disappointed about not being able to finish his brother but he new that his time would come and he needed now to focus his efforts in locating his brother. It took him almost a century but Ech-tyreal tracked his elder brother to a small world that had already had its fair share of destruction. Ech-tyreal sought council with some of the worlds darkest heralds and learnt that the great wielder of light that they feared was none other then his brother. Ech-tyreal quickly called his Legion but only 2 answered his call, Grahzhil and Epouch. During the time that Ech-tyreal had been searching Infighting had caused the deaths of his beloved legion, but this did not trouble him in fact he was pleased. Ech-tyreal ordered his two remaining legion members to start recruiting members. Ech-tyreal soon realised that he would be able to use old hatreds against each other and quickly aligned himself with the Horde, The Mortal Enemy of “The Alliance”.
For the next year both brothers continued there campaign of recruiting and training until the day before the lunar festival was scheduled to start Ech-tyreal started to amass his forces on the planes of Nagrand far enough away from prying alliance eyes. He then sent a challenge to his brother to finally end this war once and for all. Mylarne accepted his brother’s challenge and soon started to amass his forces three hundred yards from his brothers. On the day of the Lunar festival the battle started. Both forces rushed at each other, both sides already claiming victory over the other. The battle raged for over a week and many were slued at the hands of Mylarne and Ech-tyreal. Eventually Mylarne realised that this is exactly what his brother wanted. So Mylarne Drew his b*****d Sword Of Light. He Held it high and called out to his brother. But before Ech-tyreal could reach him he drove the sword deeply into himself so deep in fact that the very hilt of the sword touched his open wound. As quickly as it had happened both Brothers Lay dead. For another day the battle continued to rage until word that both brothers were slain. As if by magic the forces parted to reveal their final resting place. Bodies were burnt and then cast into the twisting nether.
Although Both Brothers were gone they still gave Guidance to their Chosen fractions and both issued that the war must still go on.
Now this is where your part of the story takes place will you become a Denizen of Light or an Initiate of Darkness? It’s now time to make your choice and do so wisely.
Yay Wall Of Text!!!!
