Rorgan Forgeburn

**Rorgan Forgeburn** is an entity of paradoxical origin. While unborn into the world that currently surrounds them. His true purpose of existence is surrounded by mystery. On day 1 of the year 0AC, the world began to form around them, spawning creatures pulled from the timelines and universes that formed in the grasp of space and time. But he is only one Aspect of a greater being that witnessed that day.

**The Flame**. A being of Creation and Foundation, reformed at the beginning and dismantled at its end, was that being. Formed from Aspects, entities that embody the nature, influence, emotions, and existence of the races that surround them; each one formed and brought to life by the interactions with said race. (Read more in, The Keepers of The Flame)

Rorgans beginning started at the dusk of the first day. Creatures of so many races spread across the world, memories of past and present never made but of true existence passing through there minds, carrying them to new lands to be settled and expanded. This world was Illistrus, it’s named spawned from the void. Yet high above this world, high above its expanding boundaries, began a spark. It’s light was like that of a star as it became bigger and bigger, a fireball of all colors forming and twisting in the changing starlight. The light from the ground shown like a second star for the briefs of time before suddenly, it started to fall. Like a comet roaring through the sky it fell, roaring in a bright orange flame through the light of dusk until finally, it crashed into the ocean. Spray of water and wildlife were shot into the sky, falling all around the epicenter of the fireballs landing. But when the everything was silent and the waves carried on, all was left was a small light, slowly washing to shore and in the spawning moonlight, the flames from this light grew from weak embers to a strong blaze. In his burned trench coat and black jeans layed the unconscious body of Rorgan, with a whole new world around him, ready for him.

**Flames Landing**

From here Rorgan slowly awoke and looked around him. He had no memories of the other realities and timelines, but he knew his purpose, knew what he was, and knew what he was suppose to do. Protect, Explore, Create, Support; all in the idea of Foundation. And so, he began walking. Soon finding the borders of the new world, as well as some of it wonders and it’s people. Here only in his conquest to find the home him and the other Aspects inside his being will settle and being the supports of this worlds Foundation.

**The North-East Walker**

For days upon end, Rorgan walked the newly created lands around him, mapping out the arcane edges of the new world. From here he continued his walk, discovering the lands of the north east as well as some of its inhabitants. Many talked to him, explaining how they have been there for centuries. Some say they traveled here. But he knew better, he knew the world was new, the landmarks and its people forced here from other worlds, other timelines. Spawned with new memories, new identities. But he let them be. To support Foundation meant to also support Balance; it meant to allow peace in their minds and allow for chaos to come forth on its own. But here as he watched them, saw them charge with their spears and swords, or be showered by their gifts. He had to let them be. He fled there boiling blood, and he refused their gifts of diamond and gold. He told them that in order for the world to be known, he must go on his own, walk the lands alone.

But he was not truly alone, for people from other lands joined his plight, and walked the remaining lands. For in the land of Fiore, under the candle lights of the other travelers, the combined maps of were spliced together, and he realized that this was only the beginning. He wrote his name on the back of the first map, along with the others, those of ancient and new blood, those of quiet families and raging new nations. Even the curious orc who only sought the land, stood by and watched. But as a Aspect of the flame, his story was only just re-starting. His old life in another land, another world, another reality. Here, The Flame would finally show its true potential.

**The Creation of Infernea**

The snowy mountains of the north stared down at Rorgan as he stared down at its gapping maw. Here, a valley lay in front of him. Expansive, flat, and open enough that it was here, he felt the connection needed to get to work. The fires of the world bore witness to him as trickles of energy spiraled from his finger tips, snow spinning around him, his eyes glowing bright. His coat flung behind him as he screamed out into the valley, slamming his hands down into the permafrost. Within mere moments the snow through the valley began to glow. Red, brighter then the stars in the night sky, brighter then the sun in its perpetual journey across the sky. But second after second, changes became apparent, as the snow slowly shifted. Grass, flowers, water, a myriad of different plant life spunk to life, slowly crawling its way from the permafrost. The frozen soil became loose again, different crops began to emerge, trees bursting into the sky left and right. Rorgan pulled his fists from the ground, and gathered more energy into himself while the land changed around him and thrust both arms forward, hand outstretched, a blast of pure inferno sliced forward splitting the land in two until it crashed into the other side of the valley, exploding in a blast of light. The heat from the light melted the snow around it, high in the mountains, causing a torrent of water to come crashing into a basin above the valley. The water spilled worth in a giant wave between the edges of this basin, flowing down into the valley, filling the splits in the land. It rushed forward toward the ocean, toward Rorgan. He watched it approach, and held his guard as the water hit him, instantly bursting into steam as it hit his skin. When he opened his eyes, there in front of him, was the new paradise. Trees, crops, vegetation, fertile soil, all from the power of The Flame. "Infernea" He said as he got to his knees and started to laugh, ready for the next trial set before him "Tiem to get to work"

**Growing Pains**

The work of the land was tiring. Everyday, Rorgan awoke and picked up his tools from the make ship shelter in the valley. He tilled the ground for crops, set up up the foundations of new homes and fields, crawled through the expansive labyrinth of tunnels under his land, and began to make the valley livable for others. He also made new allies.

Near him, he learned of the Republic of Tamarii. They believed themselves ancient owners of this land. And in their truth they were. But the land was new, and he hoped to gain knowledge from them. But with the changes in this comes small conflicts, as he had to make an arangement with them to split the land accordingly, and now, he wakes from his cave to spot the construction of their new home in the far distance.

He learned of Allesio and their maritime trading operations. For days now he has spoken to them about the need for infrastructure and border arrangements. on his west side.

He learned of the nations in the east and had many talks with them over the worlds magic links to set up treaties, border agreements. Its been rough, but he needs to continue the work needed to support everyone, including himself and Infernea.

**The Nether Invasion**

In the back of his mind. Rorgan knew of the Nether. It was a dark place, one filled with terrible monsters, dangerous terrain, and lava. So much lava. But it hadn't crossed his mind since his essence arrived into the new world. He knew The Flame had connections with the Nether, but without the other Aspects to help him piece it together, he decided that it was a question for another day. That day came sooner then he thought.

He felt the message before he heard it. A wave of dark energy pored over the world. It was cold, dark, gripping at the edges of his soul like the whispers of wind on a cloudless night. "We are coming for you" It said and soon he felt the tear occurring in the world, a tear from the nether. He raced for his supply chest, trying to find anything to help him as he felt a wave of images flow into him. A King, one covered with gold and armor, looked at him through blacked eyes. In his head he heard the name of the Piglin God King and he felt anger. Soon he was strapped with armor, weapons, food, and a shield. His energy still drained from Inferneas' creation, it was the best he could do. He soon opened his own portal to the other side of the world and when he walked through it, he saw the horrible portal as it split from the ground. he felt the dark energy, he was ready to fight.

And fight he did. Wave after wave, enemy after enemy. Over time, other beings arrived to the spot, triggered from the voice that boomed across the sky. Many were more well armored then him, many more with better weapons. But he fought anyway. Enemy after enemy, he raced through the horde, dodging axes, slowing arrows, fireballs, and the fist of zombies. Tearing down the wings of the phantoms a they swooped forward. He fought with the Orcs, the Elfs, the automatons, and all other creatures there, trading medical supplies and pulling the injured to the back line to heal and take on the fight again. He too wasn't invisible though, and had to fall back multiple times to regroup with the other beings, grabbing a bow and helping rain hell fire on the horde of enemies. It was a glourious fight as he shouted out to others to see if they can close the portal. But nothing worked, and so they fought.

Finally after what felt like a whole day had passed by, a gelatinous green ooze poured from the portal and formed into a giant Slime. The final enemy was the only thing standing in their way from victory, and so, everyone attacked it. With the might of the hundred, they slew the beast, and the portal closed. The perpetual night became day and everyone celebrated. Rorgan himself joined the celebration with the orcs, having grog and burgers in their homes, not to far away from Infernea.

After the festivities though, Rorgan was tired, and rested for a good long while. Two more Invasions occurred while he rested, unable to join the battle, but helping provide supplies. Soon, after days of prep and rest, the beings of this world invaded the Nether and Rorgan, well rested and prepared, joined them, ready to take on the Piglin King. It was here he hoped to find some sort of answer to the visions he had during the first invasion, and too the Aspect who gave it to him.

***To be Continued…***