Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

The Legend There is a story that has been twisted throughout the years of telling about the Masks, how they came to be. The one most told in detail throughout the centuries has always been this one No one knows where the Gods came from. All we know is the Gods existed long before the rest of us. They ruled over us, devoured us like sheep, and played with us like toys. When they grew tired of us, they wiped out our lands and rebuilt them from the ground up. Teik, the blacksmith of the Gods, grew so tired and dull with this he had asked the others Why, why do you destroy that which you make in your own perfection? Amusement, the Gods sat around, ten of them laughing. One god watched carefully, and the last of the twelve simply found no amusement in the ordeal. Teik turned to the two of the twelve, the ones that seemed to notice his anger. Are these beings not worth our affection? Are they not worth our devotion? Have we created them as less then ourselves? The two were silent, and Teik was outraged. Laughed from the halls of the holy order of Gods, he took to his blacksmith. There, in his rage and lack of answer, the God of metal took hammer to steel and forged a single weapon to destroy the Gods. If you wish to destroy that which you create, then I shall do the same. Teik had given them power with weapons over the millennium, and they seemed all to willing to use it against other lesser Gods. With a sword forged in the flames of his rage, he stormed the holy order sanctum once more. Without pause, without warning, Teik slew each great God in his rage. Reason died first. You have no reason to save the beings you so created! Teik had spat. Emotion, Order, Warrior, Teik slew together with one fell swing. There is no emotion, no love, no structure, no protection that can save you from my wraith! Slowly, he picked them off one by one, until only two were left. Bodies lined the ground of their companions, but the two did not run. They simply looked at Teik, as he panted in rage. Silver blood laced with jewels dripped off his copper skin. Plunk. Plunk. Like the thrum of his heart. He raised his sword, the destroyer of Gods, to strike at the two who remained seated. One, watched him with careful eyes before raising a hand to stop him. The God did not move to fight Teik, or run and scream, and the blade surely cut through his arm to his elbow. Watcher! Teik had breathed as the God simply..watched. I have seen what you are angered about and I agree, you should listen. Watched, old and wise, stated gently. Teik looked to the last of the Gods, the biggest one yet. Yet this God, curled in on itself, and smiled softly at Teik and the Watcher. You plan to kill us, there is no doubt. For which you much replace us. A world without us, is a world without purpose. Teik watched the contoured thing speak, a soft sweet tone. What would you have me do? Teik knew the answer by its single eye, as the colors shifted and glistened. Remake us brand new. It was a simple sentence, but Teik obliged. With another raise of the destroyer, he slew the two Gods in half. I will do just that. The last remaining God now, Teik took their souls one by one and walked slowly to his forge. He placed their souls in the forge of his body, melted them, and remade them a new. With each Gods soul, a new mask was made in its place. Each mask, took place of one of the twelve Gods lost. When Teik was done, he destroyed his forge, and left the masks out to call to their new owners. The Masks will breath, will think, will protect whoever bears them. Head my call. If you shall take a mask that is not yours, death will follow all in your wake and decay your soul. Even with this warning, ruler after ruler took a mask, forcing it to their face in the twelve Kingdoms of Aseria. One by OneEach ruler fell to their knees in death just like the Gods before them. Generation after Generation, people tried to claim a mask that was not theirsand they too fell a death most befit to them. Thus, the Legend of the Masks was born.