Post by byrneson on Apr 6, 2012 21:36:17 GMT -5
I am the ARGO V, I am something that is impossible to create, theoretically. I was built by the Reators in the Calderott mines in age 2, year 347, month Saven, day Mitori. The Reators were an ancient race of Dwarves who lived exclusively in the Grey Peaks region of the Perkonian empire, which lasted throughout the first age and halfway through the second and went largely unnoticed. The Reators were the only ones who could build me for one reason. They knew the most important secret to any alchemist, how to mix the physical world of blood and steel with the ethereal world of Magick and spells. With this they created me, half physical and half ethereal. I was created for one simple purpose, to help and protect the Reators.
The Reators needed protection for multiple reasons. For one they were not very good fighters, so they would need help defending themselves from the usual zombies, skeletons, creepers, etc. There was another reason, though, that was far more important, the Darmarians. These creatures were the embodiment of evil. They would brutally murder the Reators and steal their items. These were also responsible for the fall of the Perkonian empire. I held to my duty since the day of my creation, I had to destroy these creatures of the dark, or the Reators would be wiped out. After three years of honorably protecting the Reators, disaster struck.
It was late at night, and we hadn't had any trouble with the Darmarians for two weeks. I was suspicious to say the least, but glad. I woke to a scream that was quickly muffled. I walked out and saw five dead bodies in the street. Then I saw them, the Darmarians, were going from house to house killing everyone. I heard a rumble and looked up at the roof of the cavern and saw that it was about to collapse. I tried to yell at everyone to get out, but it was too late. The cavern collapsed and killed everyone, I was buried alive under tons of rock.
I awoke to a bright sun and cool air, with the sounds of picks ringing in my ears. I was on a bright grassy field laden with flowers, How had I gotten here? I got up and found a small village outside of the ruins of Calderott, How long was I buried? I found some creatures who looked like taller, leaner Reators, and asked them the date. They looked at me with a perplexed look on their face. They told me that it was age 17, year 1805, month Saven, day Mitori. Exactly 1455 years later. I thanked them and decided to head off to find a larger town. One night I saw something that shocked me, a taller Darmarian, who quickly dissapeared away after me seeing it. I walked for days, slowly but surly running out of power. I finally broke down on the outskirts of a city.
The Reators needed protection for multiple reasons. For one they were not very good fighters, so they would need help defending themselves from the usual zombies, skeletons, creepers, etc. There was another reason, though, that was far more important, the Darmarians. These creatures were the embodiment of evil. They would brutally murder the Reators and steal their items. These were also responsible for the fall of the Perkonian empire. I held to my duty since the day of my creation, I had to destroy these creatures of the dark, or the Reators would be wiped out. After three years of honorably protecting the Reators, disaster struck.
It was late at night, and we hadn't had any trouble with the Darmarians for two weeks. I was suspicious to say the least, but glad. I woke to a scream that was quickly muffled. I walked out and saw five dead bodies in the street. Then I saw them, the Darmarians, were going from house to house killing everyone. I heard a rumble and looked up at the roof of the cavern and saw that it was about to collapse. I tried to yell at everyone to get out, but it was too late. The cavern collapsed and killed everyone, I was buried alive under tons of rock.
I awoke to a bright sun and cool air, with the sounds of picks ringing in my ears. I was on a bright grassy field laden with flowers, How had I gotten here? I got up and found a small village outside of the ruins of Calderott, How long was I buried? I found some creatures who looked like taller, leaner Reators, and asked them the date. They looked at me with a perplexed look on their face. They told me that it was age 17, year 1805, month Saven, day Mitori. Exactly 1455 years later. I thanked them and decided to head off to find a larger town. One night I saw something that shocked me, a taller Darmarian, who quickly dissapeared away after me seeing it. I walked for days, slowly but surly running out of power. I finally broke down on the outskirts of a city.
