The Archaic Chronicles of Dome-Wyrd

IX: Repercussions of The White Past.  All was quiet but the whistling wind that molested an unseen path, against the caverns walls, moving the water, in an erratic fashion.   The knights, slowly wandered down the icy mountain, careful, to not trip and slip down the frigid path of hidden slopes. Down into the village that was once, a horrendously horrible bloodbath, to these clueless elvan knights on prideful missions by Mondisi’s demand. Brought in by the king’s request, on a later date than the massacre, positively  unaware of the brother’s brutal squabble.   This stroll through a ghost town was pleasant, for them, if it were the brothers, irrefutably, it would have been unfathomably nerve racking. It's always better to be ignorant, than scared of the truth, Manis knew this, and soon, Mondisi would too..  Broodth, was not a ghost town although, it may have seemed so. To these unsuspecting, snow elves, it made no difference.   A young girl, w...

VIII: A Glass Kingdom’s Prosperity.  The following morning the king approached his new subjects that he found  ever so delightful, he strolled with a joyous hop, bouncing out of the palace doors, before him now stood a plethora of elves. Working on the homes they had promised, honoring their words.   Mondisi glowing like the day before them, the soldiers slung their tools and hammers over their shoulders- taking notice of their suddenly healthy king.   “Aye! our king isn't weary anymore! good tidings sire! And a swell rising we all hope!" The hearty elves hammering on the soon to be liveable homes, shouted.   Everyone else in town whispered, confused and at a loss, how not a soul has mentioned the guards that have yet to return, that the king, if it even was him, rudely sent to their possible death.   "don't worry about these homes, i'll gather some folk to take care of it- all of you however, I have a task, specifically for your set of ...

VII: Waking Nightmares  Mondisi, rubbed his eyes, groaning and adjusting to the blinding light. An unfamiliar elf spoke out-   "Aye! we heard your plea king, and after seeing what the sight has to offer, we'd all be fools to deny such an offer." The king was not only surprised, but amazed, all the different elvan families had arrived.    "All we ask king, is space for housing, for well, all of us, and we are at your command- and may I add your liege, my men and I will gladly build the homes ourselves. They kneeled to one knee, bowing their heads whispering. "My liege."   The king sat up in his bed, he smiled and clasped his hands together,   "I humbly accept brothers, the more pointy-ears I say, the better!” The knights rise once again, and the leader speaks up once again, but not before a dirty air entered the room, all of the elvan families, looked as if they had just lost someone. The king noticed the change of air and asked.   “...

V: Behind The Waterfall. Slowly, and quietly he lit a torch that he had pried from an archaic skeleton’s brittle fingers. Mondisi now saw what had lurked in these eerily unlit, untouched caves, with the first spark of flame from the dead-man’s torch.   First the unbelievably huge tongue that was far too big for it’s mouth, giant, black, judging eyes that the king could see himself within. Scaly green, slimy, damp skin, that was in the process of shedding.   As the king’s eyes widened- gripping his sword, the sound of the leather-wrapped hilt between his tensed fingers. The monstrous beast’s obsidian eyes suddenly opened. Eye-crust the size of the king rained down onto the cavern floor, speaking in an elongated manner.   "Hello.. ELF." Jumping backwards the king shouted   "Reveal your identity demon! why are you in my Kingdom!" The serpent, unmoved,      "why I have always lived here, mortal, the question I should ask is why are YOU,...

IV: A Hidden, Glass Kingdom.  Without thought they all strolled, one after another, their clanking metal footsteps were harmonious in this terrible monotony, that was only worsening.    Into the dark caverns they repeatedly stomped. They could not see before them, but they all knew where to go, even the limping queen.  The only light they could see, was a pinched cone of light, breaking the ceiling. Wandering through the hall of rock, toward the unknown cone of light, they saw its undeniable beauty and none of them could avert their glare.   Just beyond the rock-hall was a skinny pathway surrounded by a swaying body of water around them. At the end of this dimly lit path- there it stood. The thing this she-demon of sleep supposedly promised them, was not a lie.   Constructed in a strange cubic fashion made of a frosted white glass, there were two floors to the castle, and two towers that stood on opposite ends, to the right, behind the tower was a...

III:  Three Trials of Royalty  The path winded up a good few miles into snowy cliffs that seemed to have no end. After what seemed like a fortnight of traveling, there it stood, gawking at them. There lied a stone archway, built from the products of earth, but not for man, nor elf, the entryway seemed to be so tall that it was built for beings of a certain enormity.   The wind howled as all of the Snow Elves slowly entered, the king’s emerald circlet began to glow even brighter than it was before, leading the way for the Elves that marched in front of the king, cautious.   The eerie gale from outside moaned its way through the caverns-The wind continued to howl, whispering past all of them, and whistle, practically shrieking until it revealed a distinctive whisper, they all heard it. It, was her... Mondisi shouted, “I-I-I-It’s her! The one from my dreams! I know her!” His soldiers and sons shocked, all-repeated in synchronization,   “Aye, me too, ...

The First King of  Yore: Manis Furin, The King of  Madness. Joshua Wilmoth Chapter I: The First Age, An Era Of Darkness. T he watchers smiled upon Dome-Wyrd's flourishing existence, everything had gone according to plan. They created "The First Ones." Whom possessed immeasurable and untold power. The watchers themselves destined The First Ones to create a land of prosperity, ruling over its irrefutable, ever-expanding splendor. They were not only responsible for, but capable of shaping the landscape itself.  When the lands formed, bodies of water rose into place. Basins & waterways spawned where the landscape dipped, trees and forests flourished, mountains began to rumble on the plains green surface. Towering surfaces of rocks rose to shake the land, far above the pearly clouds, and shake they did. The rolling hills were graced by delicate white and red flowers, the then land began to shift and elevate.  To the east, the ground fissured, a crack rippe...

Prologue: Dome-Wyrd's Creation In the first moments of creation, the world was blank.  There is nothing but the darkness, in its somber and dismal gloaming, It churned and swirled the empty nothingness of the cold world- In its endlessness out of the bubbling tar. Rising to its surface, resting and bobbing in the tar was an egg.  This egg was was resonating all of the goods and evils that were to manifest in the world of Dome-Wyrd. All the essences and magics of the universe.  All of the turmoil and pain it will know. All of the darkness, and all of the light that will balance these unborn lands. The injustices and justices, the hate and all of the sorrow, the guilt and anguish, the selfishness  and the madness. The deceit and the betrayal. The war and the crime.  The murder and the all of the lies. This egg. it was the birth of an entire universe. Like all miracles, abruptly and capriciously it began. The microcosm of a doomed fate; the wo...