Thread: Eldritch Prophecies ::Haru - Rhu::

There was an unease in the world, a certain sort of malaise that had begun some time ago. Those in tune with the planet, the ones that dealt with nature and the well-being of the world around them could not identify the source. And yet, all seemed to agree that this ennui, this languor, stemmed from the time in which King Varret had taken the throne in Lanthan. He had united the various Kingdoms of the World of Palladium , and in doing so had done something no other King before him had done. His was a dynasty, and one he planned to make into a legacy no matter the cost. Varret had been opposed of course, though as his power grew and armies fell, he subsumed all who had opposed him. Several small factions remained unfettered by his rule, though operate in hiding. It was as Varret had marched with his armies across Lanthan that he and his men had discovered a small subrace of elves that many had thought to be extinct. The Lythari. Known as the Silver Shadows, they all possess pale almost platinum hair and very light skin. Not only did Varret and his men discover these legendary elves, they found that some of them still held the Old Magic. Primordial magic that tapped directly into Palladium itself. The most promising of the Lythari were taken and now reside with the King. Ever since that time, the Land has entered this state. ---------- It had been almost a decade since Rahm had lost his sister, taken by King Varret due to her connection with the Old Magic. Not just his sister, but his fraternal twin. The two had been close, growing up in isolation, sheltered from the world by, admittedly, overprotective parents. Of course that had all been shattered when Varret had seen to his conquests, and Rahm's sister had been ripped from the family. There had not been a single day in which the Lythari elf had not sworn his vengeance, and when he head reached his twelfth year Rahm set out from the Great Northern Forest and to the south into the Dominion of Men. His mere presence was sometimes seen as a boon, and sometimes as a bane, and yet he always found his way, and his natural dexterity and deft manner brought enough attention to allow him to train under a reknowned swordmaster. Master Miyamoto . Honing his skills Rahm was a quick learner and once Miyamoto had taught him all he could he was sent far to the west, into the Lands of Yin, and into the Yin-Loth Jungle. It was there that Rahm trained with the Shivas , masters of the blade and reknowned for their four-sword style. Undisputed masters of the sword, the Shivas did not train just anyone, and Rahm had to prove his worth to them in some way. The Lythari elf proved himself, again and again, and finally was accepted as a student. Training under the Shivas for a handful of years improved his already formidable swordplay by leaps and bounds and soon the elf was a match save for all but the most practiced of Shivas masters. Now armed with the knowledge and the skill to rescue his sister, Rahm sets out to find her and bring her home. ---------- Far to the north, in the city of Atragon was where Varret had built his castle. The City of Spires, and of beauty and wonder, the city is a bastion of peace, but of peace borne through fear. None dare speak against the King, despite the murmurings of the unrest that settles over the land like a plague. The journey was long, but Rahm was determined to see his sister again. There was no hiding that he was Lythari, his facial markings unable to be hidden, even with dyes or other devices. Instead Rahm stood proud and made his way northward, Word had spread of the Lythari that traveled alone, though none knew his purpose. Under the guise of a traitor, a Lythari that had turned on his people, Rahm devised that story even if it was not true - as the only way to get close enough to the King. The Lythari planned to offer himself as Champion to the King, gaining access to all that Varret was, and hoping to make things crumble from the inside. Rahm knew the King had his sister, but he was not sure where. It was a week before his ninety-second birthday, still a very young elf by the way they measured time, when Rahm arrived at Atragon. Just as he had planned, the stories of a lone Lythari had preceded him, and he was admitted into the city, an honored guest of the King himself.