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The Full Story « Thread Started on Aug 17, 2008, 8:26pm »
LONG AGO... the lands of Illusia were unified unto one grand state. It was a time of peace and prosperity spared from human wars or bloodshed. From the towering mountains of the North, to the rich seas of the South, the land boasted riches and a fruitful harvest for many years. But such peace can never rest safe from the greed of the human heart, and it was only a matter of time until the golden ages would crumble and the world fall into a new harsh reality.
It was on a cold winter's night that a curious sort of rock fell from the sky, burning its way into the atmosphere until it buried itself in a great mountain range called the Deis-eirs. And it was on this night, that a young professor by the name Car Curor, who upon coincidence was researching volcanic craters with six traveling colleagues, happened upon the peculiar rock that fell from the sky. Curor and his team were baffled by the crater left behind from the meteorite, and commenced research immediately. After only a few days on the project, Curor found a small shard of the meteor that survived the trek through the atmosphere. It was a smooth, polished stone not unlike the consistency of familiar granite gleaming a dark red. It was strange, yet feather light, and Curor took it away for further study.
It was this act that sparked the change in the course of history. Soon after he began his study upon the alien object, a small crack appeared in the fragment. The unsuspecting professor unknowingly laid a barren hand upon the crack and cut himself almost instantaneously on the razor sharp edges. At that exact moment, all hell broke loose. As soon as the microscopic filaments from the meteor entered his bloodstream, Curor let loose a howl of pain. All along his arm dark red circles were flaring and within minutes his body was stricken with a cold chill that ran deep within his veins. Car Curor died fifteen minutes later.
Curor's team were terrified by his death, many fleeing from the island by the next morning. A few loyal men remained and decided to destroy all research compiled on the stone in hopes to prevent anyone else from dying the same painful death as their captain. They affectionately named the rock Curor's Crystal before sealing is away deep within one of the many volcanic formations along the coast of the island.
As time went on, the world seemed to forget about the mystery hidden within the Dies-eirs. Any rumors of the event faded through the years, and before long, a mining industry took up roost on the island providing the mainlands with gems and coal for the fire, and for a time all was well. No one expected the next turn of events...
A DARK UPRISING
200 years later
Deep within the country of Illistrai, a boy by the name Draem Durand was plotting. And as many know, plotting is normally followed by betrayal; which is exactly the case in this senario. You see, young Draem was the youngest son of the Duke and Duchess of Witton, a man of noble birth through and through. Draem was a handsome young man of seventeen, with dark hair and deep set hazel eyes. He was a very popular boy when he was younger, and much like his older brother, he possessed an intelligence far beyond the norm of his age group. Academic work came easily to him and he was marked very early on for greatness. That is, until one day when a terrible carriage accident left him scarred and crippled. His parents immediately rejected their now beastly child and spent all of their time devoted to their eldest son, Audric.
Now, Dream hated to be upstaged by his brother, in fact, he hated to be upstaged by anyone for that matter. He saw his brother as nothing more than his parents 'golden boy': useless and self absorbed until the end. He hated the fact that his brother would inherit their father's lands, he hated it so much he wanted to kill the sorry prince. And so it was that he set off to rid the world of one Audric Durand.
On the eve of Draem's nineteenth birthday, he laid a trap for his unsuspecting family. He quietly slipped a small dose of amatoxin in the nightly meals of each his mother, father, and older brother. Within days, his father and mother lay sick in their beds with what was thought to be the devils work. Physicians from all across the country were brought in to heal the deathly duke and duchess, but after seven days without any recovery they died from what was determined to be a recent outbreak of influenza.
Audric, on the other hand, was always weary of his younger brother. He could feel the hatred pouring from the boys eyes every time they met his own. He could see what the accident had done to him, and for that he blamed his parents. So when the night came that Draem, 'by the good of his heart', decided to relieve the cook from duty, Audric contented himself to quietly sipping his wine and secretly feeding his meal to his father's dogs. Several days later, the dogs lay dead, much like the Duke and Duchess.
With his suspicions confirmed, Audric knew that he had to stop his younger brother. He began to watch as Draem he faithfully 'grieved' over his parents deaths, and how he worked the crowds to pity him. Audric, of course, knew the truth about the murderous heart of his brother. He devoted himself to avenging his family, pouring all his time into the unveiling of his brother's crimes. It was not long after that public scrutiny fell over young Audric. People began to talk, and where grows talk, grows doubt: a weapon Draem was quick to use against him.
On the night before the appointment of the next Duke of Witton, Draem chose to act. He knew that Audric had discovered the truth, and feared for the first time in his life that his brother had the upper hand. Draem had grown so used to having power, that he refused to admonish it to anyone; he wanted more. The only way he knew to ensure his rise to glory was to finish off his idiot brother once and for all.
Draem was a clever boy, most clever indeed. He knew that the only way to kill Audric without any further suspicion placed upon himself would be to frame him for the death of their parents. With their subjects and court already casting dark shadows of doubt upon the elder prince, his work would be almost too easy. And so Draem took to planting several points of evidence in his brother's room the next night. The next morning, Audric was scheduled to inherit his father's lands, and when came to take him away, the amatoxin fell into plain sight. Audric was quick to be blamed for the death of is family, and was arrested that very day. Draem had only to sit back and watch as his plans carried out.
Audric, it seemed, had been prepared for something of this caliber. At the stroke of midnight, he and a faithful servant smuggled themselves out of the manor and fled to the woods. They only managed to run about one hundred feet before members of the guard ambushed them. The two renegades were caught up in the fight, and Audric's companion was shot through the heart. Now, being as dark as midnight traditionally is, the guard could not see that whom they had killed. So, being guards and not inspectors, they assumed the mutilated corpse was the young Duke, and buried the body next to the late Duke and Duchess.
A POWER UNBEKNOWN Over the next twelve months, life in Witton was anything but pleasant. Heavy taxes and poor crop production tore through the land, and the rain ceased to fall since the night of Audric's disappearance. When word reached the ears of the King, a group of royal guardsmen were sent to the barony to remove Draem from power.
The next night, moments before the military infiltration, Draem departed from his childhood home, taking only his most trusted companions and servants. He fled to the great port city Prodigium where he and his followers stowed away on a cargo-ship bound for the island of the Dies-eirs.
The Dies-eirs had been developed into a wealthy mining franchise supplying metals to foreign countries around the world. The miners consisted of criminals from all across the nation, and Draem was quick to file into the masses. He rapidly gained the trust of the laborers, whose resentment towards their superiors echoed in their very breath. It was not long before he started to plot another plan of wicked nature, only this time, he had his eye on a much bigger prize: Illusia itself.
It was around three months into his stay in the Dies-eirss' mines when Draen happened upon the mysterious Curor's crystal. It did not take long at all for him to realize the power he now held in his hands, for he had heard the ancient tales describing a stone with the power to kill. He took the Cruor's Crystals and cut them from their molten bed inside volcano. That day, he announced himself as the King of a new uprising, a new age to strike revenge on the society that had banished him. And thus marked the formation of the Daisair.
IN FATE'S HANDS Draem and his followers, known now as the Daisair, overtook the shadowy mines of the Dies-eirs and soon began preparing for war. Upon their return to the mainland, they branched out through the countries in an attempt to recruit more followers. They swept through the lands like a plague, their numbers steadily growing. Their attacks were swift, yet brutal, often leaving no survivors.
A dark shadow has fallen across the lands. With every moment and every breath, the world inches closer to a chaos beyond repair. People live their lives in constant fear, and even the nation's leaders are hesitant. Treachery lies where it is least expected, and only time will tell what will become of the Land's of Illusia. And so the question stands. Which side are you on?
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