Ages of Agony - Red Bards Tales

[LordBloodySoul 1]

Hello there. This topic will be a source for you to learn about the history of our RPG's world. The stories are written in the way how the Red Bards (a group of traveling, mysterious Minstrels with red garments) tell them.

 

We Horrorpuppets wish you to know of these, so that you can feel the world Sandrés (our RPG Main World) grow along with our hard work.

 

 

At first we will give you the original Prologue of our story! Hope you enjoy it ^_^

 

Prologue

 

„Everyone knows the old tales…. Where people speak of great Battles and uncounted men, who threw themselves into oblivion without hesitation… Many of them…nothing but fantasies, made up by mad minds… The desire for fame and power… . Dishonorable lies, which entertained children… To create nobility amongst peasants. But there are others. Ballads and poems were inspired by them. And one of them created Sandrès from ashes anew... And it formed to that very world, which lies now before my eyes. A legend…that everyone knows…and everyone believes. …It is the legend of a war, which did not concern us. A betrayal, whose bloody wounds had not healed ever since…and like the constant rain waters our fields with desperation. A battle, which thousands experienced and only few survived… It is the history of the black horde march. The beginning of our faith…. Our united realm… Our loyalty… Our life…

 

Before many tides, long before one of us could taste the sweetness of living, there sank our homeland Sandrés in the blood of innumerable wars. Raving between skies and hell and the old peoples were fought battles to the own close destruction for the favors of their Gods. Black shapes from the shallows against the radiating faces of the high spirit of our world. But a betrayal had fallow a deep gap into the battle and forced the light of the Savior back. Darkness had risen against its creator and led the brood of the emptiness against the foundation of the sky. The six remaining Gods collected themselves under the veil of the march and called their mortal children to their sides. With honor and courage the peoples gathered under the banner of the Savior. Hate and envy were driven out from their thoughts. United they tightened side by side into a last combat against the superior army of darkness. Humans, elves, dwarves, even the noble dragons followed their lords and creators plea. And from the black masses the traitor appeared. From the illusion of greed tainted, he raised his banner… He led an army from diabolic abominations and sounded the beginning of the black era. And our gods stood their ground against the army of their own brother and lord, BloodySoul. The master of all Darkness. With mourning and nostalgia the divine ones rose to the fight. His black horde of diabolical beasts, the monsters and misguided raged with hunger. They walked over his limbs towards skies and slashed themselves a bloody swath corridor through the numbers of his siblings and their mortal children. Lives around lives perished in their arms. Mortal like immortal ones faded away. Tears penetrated the wasteland underneath their wings. And with a resounding from pain and suffering, the all father sang and emerged from his heavenly shrine. Agony…. His spirit lay like a white mirror over our world. Stars, moons and sun were covered in his glorious light, so one says. His voice let demons and devil break out in suffer drowned singing. And his hand brought an end to the war. He smashed the blighted shape of his former son and sounded a renewed peace on Sandrés. A peace, that was only disturbed by the remaining dark brood of the former master of the darkness. Wars, we fight now for our Gods, in order to take the burden of our all father. Agony…, who bathed in the far star seas, still watching from the distance and protecting us…

 

I knew these narrations…. , Each line and each verse…. And it never came to me….nevertheless…simply to think…. To analyze… Until I met him…. The messenger of my fate…. My faded… forgotten part, which could never ask… for the “whyâ€. That was silent…. Until today…"

 

[LordBloodySoul 1]

Stories of the gods of Sandrés - The origin of the world

 

At the beginning of time there was only the emptiness. An endless nothingness of silence that passed through everthing. Here in the midst of the endlessness awoke the father all being. Agony, our mighty creator.

 

His heartbeat broke the silence. Vague rumbling, affectionately and warmly. A song of purity and order. Agony saw around himself. The darkness and silence of this empty world saddened and angered him. He cut his right eye and tried to understand the hollow space he had awakened in. However, even the manner of pain stepped from his wound could not  calm the fury and grief. Thus he tore it out completely and formed the meat and blood anew. He weaved the darkness to a small, miserably looking thing. His first son. Child of the darkness. A however terrible being in the form of false innocence, a heartbeat heavier than the oppressive darkness of that emptiness surrounding him. Six wings spread out bloody from skull, neck and hip. A mask covered the face, covered by pale hair threads. It saw the rage of his father and stretched his hands up. Forged chains and tied up the emptiness and darkness to a resemblence of a ball shape. His father was glad, however, this world still looked hopeless and dull. He stroked a strand off of his face. A hair got caught in his fingers and danced on its own. It shone white. White and brighter than everything what Agony had seen before. Thus he gave thirteen other strings and tied them all together. They were shining so fiercely, it blinded the dark son and burned him on the skin. However, coldly and stiffly he floated with dead looks around the dusk shape  he had formed with his own hands. Feathers grew from the hair strings. Fur, white like freshly fallen snow. Golden hair and wide wings which lay down gently over the body. A body with strong limbs and hoofs. A body powerful and beautiful. Young grace and purity. Darkness and light danced around each other. The second son. A new brother. He threw down his shine on the dark shield and marvelled at the piece of art created by thousands of luminous pearls. Agony was pleased very much. The play from luminous white and deep black darkness gave him joy beyond words. However, still everything felt so empty. Both brothers asked their father for another heart to forge. He granted the wish and produced from his burning blood, which he won from a cut in his arm, a child whose body appeared like open flames. Dancing fires stretching across every limb. The dark cinder that dripped from his wings was vanishing in the empty hollow world. He lent temperament to the luminous pearls. They grew and let the darkness rise in flames. The luminous play from red glow and white magic made their father happy and he desired another creative child. Thus he cut deeper into his meat and fallow splintered of the bones. He melted it and allowed the shard to dance between its three brothers. It grew and formed. Sharp wings burst out of the shell. A shining cover surrounded the child. Biggest from all his brothers. The light of the fires blinded him and was reflected by his splendid armor. He surrounded the brightest ones of the stars in a shield of most precious stone. The gleaming fragments restrained the fire like a veil. The dark brother florished with energy. He and his light brother spoke to their father: „ Agony, father and creator. Grant us to further form, to create in your holy name. We wish you a world, forged luck which will give you eternal joy. “ Agony stroke his skin off of the cut and knitted the form of a new being. A picture-pretty woman from green leafs and rosy blossoms. Her smile enchanted her brothers. She breathed dust of her tender hand and surrounded the shining walls of her brother with ruff stonen ground. Brown and dry. On it she left green meadows and richly woods, however they dried up in the cold of this world. The young maiden mourned her creatures. Agony was touched and in a breath of his sighing and the drop of his tears awoken two other creatures. Twins. A brother, wings grew from his hair. Wind and clouds clung around his limbs, velvet and silky. A sister, cases of water flowed from her shoulders. White frost flattered her slender body. Aquamarine shine in the eyes. Both comforted her big sister and painted the sky blue and filled ditches with water. Icy cold lay down to the edge of this world and together seven children Agony's conjured a world of full beauty, cleanness and luck. Agony was contented. His joy was big and the last time the brothers and sisters weaved together, created a home for himself and her father.

 

Thus Sandrés came to be and our gods left the world...