Sons of Talaxius

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SONS OF TALAXIUS

Long ago, before the second Pantheon, There was a great war in the Heavens. The great Leviathan had turned his unending hunger against all existence, defying the order of the Mother of all creation, Semnon. All the Gods, light and dark, good and evil, came together as one brotherhood of Gods and with their avatars and their armies they made war against the great Leviathan. Mortals cannot comprehend the amount of ages in which this single battle lasted, but as the Gods and their armies fought valiantly, they realized that their own power had very quickly become one with the great Leviathan. He had begun to devour their essence since the instant they met the great Leviathan in battle. They were all united now in their doom, and the great Leviathan turned it's unbridled hunger against them, devouring nearly every God and his Avatar. Few survived this one move, and they cried as one voice to their All-Mother, Semnon.

The Mother of all creation descended from Kolob and personally struck the great Leviathan with her power. To her shock, the great Leviathan matched her power blow for blow. The great Leviathan had done to her what it had done to her children. After a short time, in her wisdom Semnon the All-Mother used the sum total of her great power to seal herself and the great Leviathan together, ending the Leviathan War and ushering in the end of the First Pantheon. The Father of All Creation, Ultimus, appeared there after and laid his beloved mate to rest inside a new world and named it Gaia. The Leviathan was taken and laid to rest on another world and it was called Terra.

Now at this time there was a dilemma, a great debate amongst the remaining Pantheon as to who would be chosen to protect the Leviathan and the All-Mother as they slept. It was decided that the Avatar of War, instead of ascending to Godhood to replace his fallen master, would become the progenitor of a new race of warriors on a new planet charged with the keeping of the sleeping All-Mother and the Leviathan. The Avatar of War was named Talaxius, his world was named Talax, and his descendants would forever be known as Talaxians.

 

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Several millenia ago, Talax was ruled by the great clans. All were descendants of Talaxius and all had equal claim to this world. However, they still made open war on each other, slaughtering in the millions for one purpose. One singular things drove all the warriors of this world to the madness and carnage of war. It was all for the great Armor of Talaxius, the last remnant of the great progenitor of our race. It was hidden on our world by Talaxius himself before his death, and with the great armor was legend to be the secrets of the All-Mother and the Leviathan. For these reasons, all warriors went to battle across the world. They waded knee deep in each others blood, trying desperately to prove one clan more worthy than the other to be granted the power of the armor of Talaxius.

The great clans warred endlessly for three generations, until something marvelous happened. A great ship descended from the heavens and landed in the great city of Talaxia, the first city ever built and the place where the great Armor of Talaxius was claimed to have been sealed. All of Talax stopped and waited for what would happen next after the great vessel landed. It's gates opened and the first of them arrived, the great harbingers of our downfall.

They called themselves Eldar Sindari, but soon we came to call them the Elves. They came bearing gifts of magic and wisdom, striking awe in the hearts of all of Talax. Our ancestors came to them in the thousands, seeking their wisdom and strength. The Elves only declared one thing, that they needed to build a gateway to their home, that they may return their one day. The Elves promised that if the great clans of Talax assist them in building this gateway, that the Elves would take the great Chiefs with them to the other side to bring back to Talax the wisdom and strength of the Eldar Sindari. Our ancestors were taken in by these promises of power and we used our titanic strength to build this great gateway for the Eldar.

Finally the fateful day came when the gateway was completed. The Elves cast their incantations and the gate sparked to life, creating a wall of light and magical energy. The Elves and our Chiefs went into that gateway with all the faith and courage of Talax, swearing to return with the power of the Eldar Sindari. What our ancestors never conceived, was that they would never see their brave Chiefs again. Nor could they ever imagine what would return to them through that same gateway built in faith and trust.

Three days passed before the gate flickered back to life. Many Talaxians gathered together to celebrate the return of their Chiefs. Instead they witnessed the end of their world, their way of life. Legions of Elven warriors poured through the gateway wielding light and fire. They burned our great city and slaughtered ever man and woman they could find. The Talaxian men and women fled the city and gathered outside in the fields where many battles had been fought and decided. It was their they gathered to make their stand as tradition dictated. Our ancestors fought bravely, but were outmatched and taken completely off guard. The Elven legions were made up of the most elite of the Elven vanguard, and they poured endlessly from their new gateway. Elven banners were raised in every part of our holy city of Talaxia. The Elves moved their legions into formation outside the city and there they met the women and men of Talaxia, many fighting with their fists filled with rage. The slaughter went on well into the night as millions of Talaxians were massacred. By noon the next day, it was over. Word quickly spread to the rest of Talax as the Elven armies prepared to spread their dominion. Talaxians everywhere could scarcely believe the story, and were unable to gather quickly. It would be weeks before the great clans could retaliate....

...But retaliate they did. With great ferocity and strength, Talaxian warrior men and women fought side by side. The legions of Elves met with vast magical power and it seemed for every enemy felled, three Talaxians fell with him. The Elves were mighty, but also very cunning. They quickly spread rumors amongst the great clans of betrayal by certain Chiefs and oaths of others who supposedly swore fealty to the Eldar Sindari.These rumors and myths eroded the unity between clans and eventually our ancestors lost faith in each other. It was then that the Elves launched a renewed attack against the great clans, taking advantage of their disloyalty and fractured defenses. One by one the clans fell under the wave of Elven onslaught and no Man or Woman were spared. The children were all taken away into captivity to become the first generation of slaves to the Elven Kingdoms. Talax was all but fallen now, but the Talaxians would not give in to surrender. They swore an oath to fight to the bitter end before giving into slavery...

...And to the death they fought. The remaining warriors took up their swords and fought to the bitter end. To the last man and woman they fought. It is said that on that red day, the spirit of Talaxius indeed fought with them as they felled one hundred elves for every Talaxian warrior slain. It was a great slaughter, but the Eldar Sindari had overwhelming numbers, and eventually were victorious.

Our people were enslaved, and to this day remain enslaved. Yet there is still hope, the embers never did cool and the spirit of Talaxia is still with us now more than ever. Our sons and our daughters are strong and our numbers are great! The Elves have grown pompous and weak, but we Talaxians have stayed strong! The time is coming when one will rise among us, one young warrior who will wield the strength of Talaxius! He will unite the great clans and lead our people to freedom! He will drive the elves from our lands and vex them with the fury of the warrior! The Elves will have no where to run and will fall before his might! The Blood Moon will be the sign of his birth and the symbol of fear among all Elves! He shall reign for a thousand years and will build a kingdom so strong that Talax will never be conquered again!

~Words of the Oracle

 

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Races


The Eldar Sindari are a race stuck highly on themselves, filled with pride and a belief that they are destined to rule the Megaverse. They have enslaved many worlds just as they have enslaved Talax, often with the exact same method. All this adds to their superiority complex as they see all other races as weaker then themselves. The Eldar Sindari are named after their patron God, Sindaril. They believe it is their mandate to rule over all living things, thus protecting and ensuring the survival and harmony of all living things through their own moderation. They wield ancient and powerful magic, but stay away of the dark magics. They consider dark magic to be evil and only capable of death. Any who practice dark magic are shunned and sent back home to be reeducated. Though with the recent destruction of their gateway, they instead imprison or outcast them instead. This action has given rise to the Eldar Llundari, which has made great conflict in for the rest of the Sindari and their control over the world. The Sindari have a monstrous military, as every Sindari male is required to serve in the military and every woman is given the option. They serve for 100 years before put on reserve for the rest of their youth, until they are released as elders. The Sindari fight with magic and elegance. Their weapons techniques are secondary and most Sindari rely on magic in battle. There are exceptions to this rule and there are small platoons of commandos that excel as weapon masters. However, after generations of peace the Sindari have grown weak even in affairs of combat and with no gateway, there is no way to call for help should a war break out.



The Eldar Llundari are a relatively new race of Elves who were born from their studies of the teachings of their patron Goddess, Llundaria. These elves have forsaken the path of their brothers the Sindari and were thus marked by Llundaria to distinguish them with their dark skin. The Llundari are still as proud and stuck up as the Sindari, but they are more brutal, being more akin to fighting then settling an impasse with words. They wield powerful dark magic and have established for themselves a separate kingdom of their own to rival the that of the Sindari. What is unknown to many is that the ones who destroyed the gateway was not the work of Talaxian rebels, but was the work of the first Llundari cultists. Now the Sindari have been trapped with the Llundari for several centuries and the two are growing more and more suspicious of each other, the Sindari refusing to acknowledge the others existence. One particular difference between the two is that the teachings of Llundaria discredit slavery and teach that all life must find it's own path, that chaos is a necessary element in the universe. With this, the Llundari do not keep slaves, but they also do not allow Talaxians into their society either. Every Llundari is apart of the military. Their population is about three-fourths of the Sindari, and they are paranoid about being attacked. These are stout and strong as the Sindari, making them ever more proud of themselves. Being that their beliefs are in direct conflict with the Sindari, war may be inevitable.





The Talaxians were a proud and mighty race long ago, one that even the Eldar took very seriously. Now, the Talaxians are stripped of everything they once were, everything but their honor. Many generations have come and gone, but the memory remains. The memory of betrayal and slaughter. The Talaxians are still warriors and are still strong. They are thirsty for vengeance and sense that their time is coming. Rumor has spread among the clans of the warrior of prophecy. Rumors claiming that he has been born and that the Oracle herself has blessed him. With the spread of these rumors, the Talaxians are remembering their heritage, their strength as warriors. Some have learned how to use simple magic while others have learned to forge powerful enchanted weapons. With these discoveries, the Talaxians are finally able to level out the playing grounds and fight for their freedom. Talaxians naturally possess Herculean strength, a trait inherited from their progenitor, Talaxius himself. This makes them a fearsome force when gathered for battle, something only magic has defeated. Now they know magic as well and the Elven advantage is gone. Now is the time to fight, and the Talaxians are ready. There is a large group of escapees gathering in the wilderness, preparing to launch their campaign of freedom and vengeance!  

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{Magic Levels: Novice, Mage, and Sorceror.}
{Power Levels: Upstart, Warrior, and Warlord}


Rules:
1: No God Modding.
2: My story, treat it with respect.
3: Follow the story plot line.
4: Killing only allowed if both players agree to the kill.
5: Have as many characters as you want as long as you can handle it.
6: OOC arguing and fighting stays private, if you can't settle it then come to me.
7: I have the Gold, I make the Rules. You don't like my rules, go die.
8: Be awesome to each other.
9: This is mature RP, but still if you want to have cyber, keep it out of my story. If it must happen for the sake of storyline, make it implied and thats it.
10: Be detailed, no one-liners and be as realistic as this story allows.

{Rules may be changed or added to later on. I'll at least tell you if that happens. Send me a Ninja in your message to show you read the rules}  

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Characters

The Eldar Sindari:

Need at least 2

Ailill (Prounced: "AL-yil")

Age: 27 Years Old

Race: Eldar Sindari

Rank: Outcast

Magic/Power Level:
Novice

Bio: Ailill is thought to be an abomination to her race because she actually cares for something other than herself. She loves nature, animals, and peace. The whole idea of peace was revolutionary to her whole outlook on life. Even though others may view her as weak because she refused to join the military, she held true to her revolutionary beliefs, and because of that, her own race abandonned her. Now she's caught in the middle of three races that want to fight to gain something. She doesn't see the sense in it.

Likes:
+ Peace
+ Nature
+ Precious Gems or Crystals
+ If she has to fight she likes a light dagger opposed to anything clunky and heavy
+ To be left alone

Dislikes:
- War
- Any type of conflict however small
- Loud noises or shouting
- Seeing death and destruction
- The dark arts

Gaia Name: WhiteWingtip

Looks Like: Though she prefers the dark clothing of the Eldar Llundari, she doesn't consider herself kin with them. She knows her race and likes the dark clothing because it provides her with a 'darker shadow' which means she can hide much better instead of the usual bright clothing of her race. She also has a kind of silver hair similar to the Eldar Llundari, but once again denies any relation to them. Her eyes are a dark color, but they look much like Ammolite if the sun reflects off them in just the right way.

The Eldar Llundari:

Need at least 1

The Talaxians:

Indra Ragnar

Age:27

Race:Talaxian

Rank: Bandit

Magic/Power Level:
Upstart

Bio:
He was raised as a slave, but he was always good as stealing things. His kin looked down on him for using such dishonorable methods, but as much as he agreed, Indra still figured this was needed to survive. Eventually he managed to steal a scroll from a certain lazy mage and his kin used it to unlock all their chains. They escaped that night and Indra was told he had to go find himself. Only after this journey could he find in himself what it would take to be a warrior. Indra had been wandering since then. He was forced to fight and at times even steal to survive. He hated stealing, but his natural love of combat soared. He wasn't the most skilled fighter, but he did know enough to survive. Indra dreams of his people's freedom, but doesn't see it as being possible. His elders claimed destiny would call him one day, though Indra had no idea what they meant.


Likes:
+Sunrise
+Fighting
+Jokes
+Nature
+Proving Himself

Dislikes:
-Night
-Cities
-Stealing
-Boredom
-Failure


Gaia Name:Vincent Anubis

Looks Like: Hair cut at shoulders with a few warrior dreadlocks. Scars across his back from slavery and other distinct ones from fights. Indra has a tattoo on his left arm that proves he was once a slave. His armor is some he took from a fallen Talaxian he found in a forest. His blades were given to him by some old, decrepid, and blind Eldar Llundari. Indra's eyes are sky blue, a rare color for Talaxians.  

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The summer is well underway and the Eldar Sindari are gathering for the Summer Solstice Festival. Slave hunters have been growing more numerous and there are more reports of Talaxian bandits and rebels attacking travelers. There are also reports of Slave Hunters attacking travelers as well, accusing them of sympathizing with escaped slaves and rebels. The Eldar Llundari have almost completely severed ties with the Eldar Sindari and rumors of war are spreading.

It is few hours after sunrise
Weather is clear and warm.