By DeltaDart
The Skysplitter Sword, the Fall of the Storm Giants, and the Regress of Demons
When Oryx first entered his domain, there were many powers and factions existing there already. Among these were the kingdoms in the clouds, ruled by the storm giants. Oryx, bored one day, looked up to see a sudden unnatural thunderstorm shatter the tranquil blue sky. He then sent some imps up to the tall, unstable, flashing cumulonimbus cloud to investigate these unusual happenings. They brought back news of a great civil war. Air elementals, tired of their servitude to the storm giants and cloud titans, had revolted, and among the revolutionaries were the weaponsmiths of the air elementals; who had in secret forged a good number of maddeningly powerful blue swords, which they now had used to fight their way to the seat of the storm giant king. Oryx saw a great opportunity to bring down yet another possible threat to his conquest, and secure for himself unprecedented military power through possession of these swords.
Oryx called upon his army of abyssal demons, and ordered an assault on the torrential base of the storm cloud. Being bound by magical contract to Oryx, they willingly undertook the task. Seeing an easy victory for himself, the mad god downed a copious amount of wine. His plans, though, were not to succeed so easily. The giants and titans had seen the onrushing sea of scarlet, and set aside their differences to defend their homeland.
The sky was split by thousands of bolts of lightning, cast by giant lords from their scepters. Most of these charges found their home positively in the hearts of demons, felling many per blast. Air elementals pointed their swords away from their captors and at the multitudes of hell, and cast deafening whirlwinds that shredded demons by the thousands. Those who did make it to the cloud base found themselves drowning in horrendous downbursts that carved canyons into the land below. Archdemon Malphas was approached by the drunken Oryx, who still saw many flashes of lightning; this meant to him that the demons were not doing their job. He commanded Malphas to send his best forces, or risk utter extermination.
Reluctantly, Malphas sent out his Red and White Demons; in hopes that their presence on the battlefield would satisfy his intoxicated master. The lands surrounding the storm giants’ citadel were a smoking mass of red; many thousands of demons struck down and destroyed by lightning. The defenders, however, were tired from their heroic defense. Nonetheless, they valiantly attempted to hold off against Malphas’ host. The White Demons cast powerful magic that breached the magical wards that protected the giants, and cut down the defenders. Meanwhile, the Red Demons opened additional rifts to the underworld. Many thousands of demons poured out; while many died to the torrent of the storm, there were simply too many of the beasts. Their combined heat shook the foundations of the cloud, which began to dissipate from the inside and flow apart into the atmosphere.
Knowing their doom was at hand; the nimbine cloud beings performed one final act; they gathered their scepters and swords into a pile; and they vowed never to let Oryx gain possession of these weapons. The storm giants combined their powers to expel a massive surge of energy from the faltering cumulonimbus, annihilating every single demon within a mile’s radius. At the same time, the air elementals generated an intense updraft that caught the scepters and swords and threw them many miles into the air and in different directions. With this final act of defiance against Oryx, the storm giants and air elementals were no more; at least in this realm. The cloud titans, hearing of this cataclysm, hid themselves from the realm.
The demons of Malphas had suffered losses in the millions; every last small winged demon under Malphas’ reign was obliterated, their kind never again to be seen in the realm. The archdemon was furious, and forever hid himself away in the abyss, refusing to directly fight for Oryx. White Demons would be the only species capable of surviving away from the underworld for long, and the Reds assigned themselves the duty of defending the lava rifts that hid connections to the abyss. The only small demons to ever venture far from these portals were gangs of mischievous Flamers, who nonetheless stayed in the hot mountainous deserts of the realm.
The powerful blue-and-gold swords were eventually found by adventurers, who named them Skysplitters after their role in the fall of the storm giants. The mightiest of melee fighters used these great blades, while the scepters were taken up and mastered by Sorcerers. Many a powerful god under Oryx’s dominion secretly owned one of these swords; it would be up to the adventurers to claim them and prevent them from ever being used by Oryx in the future.
The mad god, however, found a few of them for himself, and hid them in his castle, thinking nobody would ever find them. Like most of his fantasies, however, this one was of course wrong.
CCCFire/CCCBlaze
The Amulets of Resurrection/Zombification
The first Amulets of Resurrection were created from the result of an Experimental Ring dropping into the green transformation liquids of the dwelling of the Horrific Creation. This effect was so enormous, it blew up in the Horrific Creation’s face. That’s the reason why the Horrific Creation can turn into a Pet when in the transformation liquids. Then the warriors came from the Realm. And they took everything. Including the freshly made Amulets of Resurrection. One of these adventurers later happened to stumble upon the Haunted Cemetery. Unfortunately, he died, holding the Amulet. The Amulet was so unstable, it transformed everything around it (The werewolves). The warrior was resurrected, then blew up. The Amulet was in the hands of the ghost of Skuld, now.
Then Oryx came along. After being beat up by the Realmers, he was in need of something that completely healed him. Or better yet, revived him. He had learned of the location of the Amulet of Resurrection. For a time, now Realmers had gotten Amulets of Resurrection, but behind Skuld’s back, Oryx changed all the Amulets to Amulets of Zombification. That’s why he doesn’t die when you kill him…
Zackeryss: Edited by Kloony(code)
The Story of the Ravenheart Sword
One day, an Undead Hobbit Mage was trying to think of a way to take down adventurers. He was wondering around when one day, he found a dusty old ritual tome in a loot bag. “Hmm…” He thought. He noticed a Falchion was also in the loot bag. “Ill enhance this Falchion with rituals, in order to finally take him down!”. He had a very specific Adventurer he was talking about. When he finished the ritual, the Falchion was darkened with a Raven-colored glow.
Then he started to slay adventurers that came his way. “HAHAHAHAHA!” He taunted. “Come to me coward! COME AND FIGHT!” He was directly taunting the adventurer that would seal this Undead Hobbits fate. The very next day, come he did.
“Master! Master!” His minions cried. HE’ is coming Master! It’s HIM! “We are ready for him!” He proclaimed. “We will fight him and prevail!” And then he came. He was dressed in Roc leather, wielding a Doom Bow, armed with a Lightning quiver. “I think it’s about time I ended you!” With a slick move not even a Rogue’s speed couldn’t fathom, the Archer quickly dealt with his minions, even while wielding the mighty Doom Bow. “IMPOSSIBLE!” He screamed. “IMPOSSIBLE!!!” “You should have seen this coming!” He proclaimed. “Alas, you were a great fight… No I’m jk this was way too easy.” And he shot the Undead Hobbit. “Rest In Piece…s”
“What is this?” he said as he grabbed the Cursed Falchion. “Like a Ravens color this blade is! lolololol!”. “Ill Call it Ravenheart! The color of a Raven! This would probably trade for a Golden Bow or something!” This is the story of the Ravenheart Sword.
By Radphor
The Flaming Swords
A Warrior used his father’s falchion to defend himself during his travels. But the falchion proved weak and ineffective against his enemies, so he decided to get it enchanted. He found a Necromancer who was willing to help him. “Which enchantment would you like?” asked the mage. “Make it burn with the flame of a thousand suns”, the Warrior replied. “As you wish.” The Necromancer took the sword and etched some strange looking runes on the blade, leaving the hilt unchanged. After, he stuck the sword in a strange bubbling, steaming substance, which made the runes begin to glow. He then uttered a magic spell which the Warrior could not comprehend. That seemed to be the whole ritual, because the sword caught on fire. He returned it to the Warrior. “It’s magnificent! What if I want it to stop though?” “Give me your scabbard.” The Necromancer took the hilt and did a ritual similar to what he did with the sword, only at one point he rimmed the scabbard’s edges with a strange-looking metal. “There. Your scabbard is now enchanted. When you sheathe your sword, it will not flame inside.” “Great! Many thanks to you, my friend!” The Warrior ran off with his impressive sword. The Necromancer yelled something at him, but he was too far away already. The Warrior started slaying things with his sword immediately. It proved to be effective and dangerous. He used the sword for a few weeks until he came across a dark and withered land. It appeared to be some kind of graveyard. The Warrior sensed evil nearby, and instinctively struck a grave with his sword. Kage Kami floated out. “Who dares desecrate this sacred earth?!” His eyes turned to the Warrior. “You shall pay!!” “Back off.” the Warrior said, trembling. “Unless you want me to burn the REST of this ‘sacred earth’.” “With that pathetic thing?” Kami jeered. HA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That is but a simple weak fire enchantment, you naive fool. If you think you could kill my with that, you’re a bigger imbecile then you look! I could take the magic from that sword if I wanted too!" But he didn’t. He slapped it out of the Warrior’s hand and grabbed him. Kami opened his mouth and the Warrior felt weaker and weaker. “What… are you… doing…?” he asked weakly. “Stealing your soul!” Kami replied evilly. All of a sudden, the creature stopped and let go of the Warrior in midair, and he hit the ground hard and didn’t get up. Kage Kami made something of a screeching noise and dispersed. The Necromancer appeared from the mist that Kami left behind. “You’re welcome. Anyway, I was going to tell you that the enchantment wasn’t strong enough to kill monsters like THAT.” “But why didn’t you tell me?” the Warrior pressed. The Necromancer did a facepalm. “You ran off before I could!” “Oh… sorry about that.” “Well, now you know. What I’m really here to tell you is that I can do a more powerful enchantment if you wish.” This brightened up the Warrior. “I’m listening…” To be continued…
By TrueNinjaTwist321
The Ravenheart, Dragonsoul, and Archon Swords
There once were two warriors named Ravenheart and Dragonsoul Archon. Both were brothers and rivals, Dragonsoul the older, Ravenheart the younger. One day, after many days and nights training, they met in a place to duel. Ravenheart felt a shiver down his spine as his elder brother’s pet dragon roared. And Dragonsoul readied his sword as Ravenheart’s dark gauntlets grew eager to unleash their dark power. They drew heir swords and dueled, their powers clashing against each other-it was Ravenheart’s agility and quickness versus Dragonsoul’s power and experience. Then, after some time, Ravenheart said, “ENOUGH!!!” and took out their family sword, glowing with power after decades of unuse. It was clearly begging to be used. And Ravenheart was going to use it that day.
“No! This is not what we agreed to!” Dragonsoul pleaded. But by the time he had stopped his blubbering, the sword already had a few uses on Dragonsoul and the dragon. And Ravenheart the Younger was to blame.
It was apparent that the dark magic in his gloves had consumed Ravenheart’s soul. It was inevitable, and he didn’t know it. And now it was too late. At the moment of the murder, Dragonsoul’s spirit searched for a place to rest. The soul found it in the now still sword, which was being held in a cold glove.
Rumor got around that Ravenheart had murdered his elder brother, and it spread like wildfire. Ravenheart fought hard against the knights that protected his dark soul from doing more harm to the innocent, but he was no match for numbers. Ravenheart was caught and hung in the town square. Shortly after his neck broke, a dark figure began to rise from the lifeless mouth. It was a dark and stormy shape, with malicious intent, to possess the bearer of its previous host’s (Ravenheart’s) sword. So none touched the sword until one day, after centuries passed, a paladin spotted a dark runic shape in the dirt. Said paladin picked up the sword, and slowly, steadily, the dark and stormy shape possessed the paladin… and slowly, steadily, this cycle starts over…
As for the family herald sword, this became lost, and fueled by the rage of the Archon ancestors for the betrayal of the two brethren. Until one day, a knight picked up a strange looking…red-tinted blade from Stheno? He examined the blade and found it much more formidable than his Golden Sword. He found the name ARCHON on its hilt. So the gleeful knight introduced it to the nexus blacksmith, dubbed it the “Archon Sword”, and after a cast of the sword was created, the knight set off to fulfill his quest.
By PxLZero
Bow of Innocent Blood
In the dark mist of the place only known as The God Lands to mortals all was calm. An adventuring ranger was roaming the plains with a bow of simple oak of hobbits and string of the eight legged creatures hidden in the shadows. Such a weapon was a common sight and because of this , the bows use was very limited. As the archer roamed he noticed all was clear. He grew weary as he stumbled over the boulders and rocky ground. In the clear he saw a cloak. As he got closer he noticed it was a man in a long black sinister looking robe. He could feel the sign of corruption. Around the man laid several gravestones. “Necromancer” the archer mumble to himself as if he was looking for confirmation. He slowly readied an arrow from the quiver on his back and held his breath. From his knees he rose to his feet in a crouched position. Boulder to boulder he approached the necromancer, as silent as the night. With the arrow already in his quiver he pulled back as far as possible. The ancient string of his bow crackling. And with that he released! The arrow glided like an eagle until it reached its destination of flesh.
By Hotshotu
Ancient Stone Sword
Once, long ago, while Oryx was still prancing about like a wee lass creating his realm, there was a civilization like no other, who’s name was lost in history, capable of breathing life into inanimate objects, and giving them great power. They were in war with the magical warriors of the Lost Lands. On the brink of defeat, they gave life to two massive stone sculptures, and bequeathed both of them an ancient stone sword that required massive strength to wield, with this new weapon, the civilization was confident they could wipe out the people from the Lost Lands, their Lord included, but then Oryx himself came smashing down their door. And along with him was the Lord of the Lost Lands himself. What followed was an epic series of cloaking, stuns, prayers, morale boosts, spells, poison throws, stasis, arrow shots, trapping, shuriken throwing, healing, life stealing, and decoying, all by the desperate ancient people hell-bent on defending their new weapons, the Stone Guardians. It was all for naught, Oryx stuffed down their throats his most powerful shotguns while the Lord was taking a nap. Oryx then took the Stone Guardians, and realizing how much of a weapon they were, increased their might exponentially, enchanting their swords so much, that when you are hit by it, it will feel like a 7.5 on the Richter scale. And that, my friends, is how the A.S.S. came to existence.
By Fuba
Medusa
On the deep night of Halloween. Oryx had been planning his next plan to destroy all the humans who stand in his way. Then when creating a transformation potion for himself he had decided to test them out on his weaker minions. When in his test trials he had noticed that one of his minions had seemed a bit off. So not caring at all what would happen to it, he decided to test his potion on this minion. The minion started to grow and get stronger. Not knowing what to do at this point, Oryx had no choice but to just sit and watch what would happen. Then all of a sudden, a wave of light had covered the room. Screaming and crying for help the minion had been given a snake like body. Her long thick hair had turned into Snakes. Her skin had turned into rough scales, and her legs had joined together to make what she has, a tail. Oryx had been surprised so he had put her through intense training and named her Medusa. So thinking she would be of great usage Oryx had sent out Medusa to the god lands to stop the humans from spoiling his plan.
By Matovent
Crystal Prisoner
The Crystal Prisoner is a true rebel towards Oryx The Mad God. The prisoner was outrageously frightening to a lot of enemies across Oryx’s realms and at the time the “Crystal Criminal”. The Crystal Criminal was a master thief and assassin. He could not be caught and after Oryx gained control among all the realms, the criminal was determined to commit the crime of a lifetime. The criminal was planning a raid to Oryx’s castle which he succeeded and tortured a lot of warriors or oryx. One gave information of where the Wine Cellar is located, Oryx heard word of the crystal criminal coming for him. As the crystal criminal left the castle, the guards constructed layers of walls throughout the castle. When the criminal and his minions arrived, they started looting,and killing. They did not get to far until oryx captured him and tortured him for his misdeeds throughout his life. The criminal was now pronounced the Crystal Prisoner, as he got sent out far into the Lost Lands. His minions and him where trapped inside of an unbreakable crystal made from a lot of his crystal loot that held him for years. He got smarter and smarter though. He now lures his victims in to aid in his jailbreak. Once the crystal is broken, he releases his minions and battles you, in reward for aiding him in his grand escape…
By Ausii
Stheno the Snake Queen and Medusa
During Oryx’s travels, he came across an unusual sight. There were two beautiful women with the body of a snake. Oryx was about to introduce himself to them and maybe ask them to dinner, when all of a sudden they turned around and sent their piercing glares towards Oryx. The women, according to legend, tried to turn Oryx into stone but Oryx was too much of a God to be transformed so eaily. Oryx was outraged that they would try such a thing to a God like himself. So he overpowered them and sent Medusa, the greater sibling, into the godlands and threw Stheno into a pit guarded by various and assorted minor gods. Stheno was angered that Oryx believed Medusa was better than her. So, Stheno reproduced snakes of all shapes and sizes from herself and scattered them throughout the pit. Oryx was intrigued at this anger, so he turned the pit into a full dungeon and gave Stheno potions to raise her Speed. Stheno thought she was getting recognition, so she dubbed herself the Snake Queen and called forth the “viper angels” (the winged things that fly around her) to guard her and crush the puny warriors. The angels were so weak, they amused Oryx all the more.
By Dofakiin
Ent Gods and Ancients
After defeating the sumo master, Oryx asked him to teach him the ancient art of bonsai. Oryx found this an amusing pastime, and mastered the lives of tiny trees. With his Godlike powers, however, Oryx could not only bring the trees into sentience, but also cause them to serve him. He did not stop with tiny miniature trees, but eventually moved on to bring the spark of sentience into the most ancient and powerful of mighty oaks, redwoods, willows and sycamores. These ‘Ent Ancients’ who have slept since the dawn of the realm have awakened, and they are ripe with vengeance upon the humans, who they consider ‘usurpers’. To them, human lifetimes are mere seconds. No axe can fell these forces of nature (luckily no class uses axes). Their saplings surround them, and protect them from harm as a moving wooden wall. When their forests are destroyed around them, Ents uproot themselves and terrorize the godlands as vengeful ‘Ent Gods,’ fighting fire with fire. To them, humans are mere finger food to be munched and ground into a pulp in their large, woody stomachs.
By DelttaDude
God of the Realm
In the time of the old gods, humans were used as slaves and food in the gods’ kingdoms. The gods would throw bolts of energy at the humans for amusement, they would throw them into the Novark, the ancient kingdom of beasts, for even the slightest wrongdoing. As a group of humans were cleaning the storage room, one of them knocked over a bag, its contents spilling out over the floor. In the bag, they found magic rings, spells, staffs, wands, shields, armor, knives, swords, poisons, and a certain powder they could not identify. The dust spread across the air with a certain electricity, leaving no dark corner untouched. The golden powder flew into the mouths of the humans, creating the first known members of the Order of Magic. The world’s first Warrior, Knight, Priest, Archer, Huntress, Mystic, Wizard, Necromancer, Rogue, Assassin, Trickster, Paladin and Sorcerer were born. They decided it was time to let the humans loose of their own free will. They all took the rings and poisons and weapons accordingly, and set to work using their combined powers to create a place where humans could be unwatched by the gods, untouched by the gods, completely safe from the gods. The Nexus was born. However, an evil magic was also in that bag that was unknown to the Order of Magic. When the bag spilled open, it created the Realm. Portals began dotting the Nexus, portals to the Realm. One, and only one, appeared in that room the Order of Magic was founded. The Necromancer’s wife had been killed by the gods, and he dearly wanted revenge. He called the Order together to an attack on the 13 gods that ruled the ancient kingdom. The gods saw the humans marching through the door to the thrones, and terror spread across their faces. The head god opened the portal to the Novark, but the Order’s strong will kept them from sliding into that pit of despair, where no one could come back. As the forces of the Order and the gods clashed, the Necromancer’s daughter, curious of the sounds, crept into the Throne Room. The Necromancer had just enough time to watch as his daughter slipped into the Novark, last for all time and eternity. In a sudden rage, he blasted the entire room with a force so powerful, so horrific, it tore through the very walls of the kingdom, bringing an Army of the Dead to the attack. The gods saw that the battle could not be won by their forces, and were vanquished by the Order and the Army of the Dead. The Necromancer tried in bringing back his daughter and wife, but even his great power could not reach to the Novark. Years passed, in which the Necromancer silently blamed the rest of the Order for his daughter’s death. He waited. And waited. And waited. And then he struck the Order with an Army of the Dead. As they were killed off, one by one, the secret to their power, the golden dust, spread throughout the castle and reached the other humans. They each took after one of the Order, and a portal to the Nexus was opened. They stepped through it before the Armies of the Dead could get to it. The portal was sealed off, and no one could reach the Nexus from the kingdom. The Necromancer sent his Army of the Dead and many other Dark creatures out to find the humans. As the monsters patrolled the Realm, the humans, the new Order of Magic, knew that they must destroy that Evil, even at the cost of their lives. So they sent out, destroying the Dark creatures by day, and resting by night. The Necromancer was always watching. Waiting. Waiting for the right moment of attack. But that did not stop him from declaring himself Oryx, God of the Realm.
By TStarr
Archdemon Malphas and Medusa
Ever wonder why in the world the Medusa drops the portal to the Abyss where Malphas resides, but not, say, the Red Demon? This is explained in a tragic tale…
Shortly after Oryx created the realm, Malphas, then a human, met the lovely snake sisters Stheno and Medusa. He fell in love with the two girls immediately, and took him to his sacred world, the Abyss. There, they were alone. Malphas had kept the abyss in great condition. Although it was undeniably hot, with magma flowing about, he had managed to furnish bridges for walking on. Great, fantastic bridges. He even had created statues of gold, simply for aesthetics. The demons guarded them from unexpected passerby’s, and if they failed… well, I will not delve into that.
Malphas, despite his claimed, loved Stheno more than Medusa. To him, Stheno seemed more likeable. More pizzaz, more charisma. And, most undeniably, she was much more beautiful. However, Stheno did not see anything in Malphas. It was Medusa, who loved him.
Their meetings did not last. In fact, their love could not last. Oryx grew furious that none of the trio were managing to keeping down the population of heroes. When he soon learned why, he hatched a plan, and one day, while Malphas, Stheno, and Medusa were in the Abyss, he transformed Malphas into a horrid demon. Stheno fled immediately in terror. Unwilling to bear with Malphas’ new terrifying looks, she permanently sealed herself into a pit, far far away.
The heartbroken Malphas searched all over the realm for her, but to no avail. This, obviously, lead to Medusa becoming miserable, for who could bear seeing their love search all over the world for their sister? Medusa persuaded Malphas to give up, and he reluctantly did. Still wishing to maintain his companionship with Medusa, he left her the only passage to his lair. She agreed to keep the key. Malphas permanently locked himself in the Abyss, while Medusa went out to the realm. When Medusa left though, Oryx split her soul in two, leaving the soul of love frozen in a crystal while leaving the other, blood-thirsty side, in Medusa. No longer able to feel emotion other than a lust for blood, she now pursues adventurers for their heads.
As for Malphas? As for time passed, he fell in love with Medusa, who he now realized she would’ve loved him no matter what happened. He could not leave the abyss though. Who would care for his demons? As his misery grew however, his lair fell in disrepair. The lava bridges crumpled, and, out of sheer boredom, Malphas turned the golden statues into monstrosities that fought for him. He didn’t even bother cleaning up the bones and skull that lay about.
Despite everything that changed about her though, Medusa still retains the key that leads to the Abyss, the home of her former lover. And when someone climbs down the steps, Malphas knows something is wrong, and he prepares to kill the same person that has taken out his love… or to join her in death.
By Doomgi
The Crystal Prisoner
Whatever Oryx had feared in the crystal prisoner, it was enough of a fear that caused much turmoil in the god’s heart. With 5 elder gods slain by his powerful blade at the time, fear was not something he was accustomed to. As the story is told, once the mad god himself had conquered the Tlatoani’s realm, he had begun to take the beings from other realms and force them into his, as food for his staring minions. One realm had a “pest problem” of it’s own. The races there had grown tough, and were the first to resist the mad god’s minions.
But only for so long.
Story told that the crystal prisoner that fed on the souls of anything that he could lay his eyes on. He had minions to bring him whatever weak creatures strayed away from the safety of camp. He did the dirty work.
In a violent rage, he had come to oryx as a shade. Whatever he had done in the mad god’s castle, it had done irreparable harm. Oryx let the Prisoner consume and destroy much of his army. The dead bodies of constructs and medusas littered the God Lands.
The Crystal Prisoner was a cocky demon. He thought that Oryx was an easy god to manipulate.
The Crystal Prisoner heard of Malphas’ challenge by word of his minions. “The demon challenges you to a battle to the death!” The crystal Prisoner knew just how easy this challenge would be. Entering Malphas’ demon cave, he crushed the demon without mercy. Nothing of the demon was left.
But the Prisoner could not leave. He was locked in. No escape. And suddenly Oryx’s plan unfolded in his mind, and he himself was horrified.
He had killed only a weak clone of Malphas, and stuck in this lava pit, he was at the mercy of the god he had just seconds ago had him by the throat.
And over millenia, the pit turned crystal, and the Crystal Prisoner had finally earned his name.
Phoenix Gaming
Medusa and Stheno
One day, Oryx was strolling along when he found that two pirate women (Who happened to be named Medusa and Stheno) had suddenly gone bald. He decided to put snakes on their heads for hair and he gave them incredible magical powers.
By Makse1
Beholders
Near the beginning of his reign, he decided he needed very deadly, omniscient creatures. To conserve his reagents, he took a single huge eye from a fallen soldier of his. With this, he combined snake tails, and a huge carapace. He cast a revival spell on this mess, and thus the omniscient being was born. “Unto you, the name Beholder shall be given.” It replied through his mind: “Where shall I reside, and who shalt exist by thy side, Master?” “A land destroyed by fiery rain, and demonic plagues. Here you shall destroy the light within countless Warriors.”
By matrixcode
Constructs
The constructs (wood, stone, and steel) were originally created by sorcerers and other magical heroes, formed as battle mechs to conquer Oryx. The wood construct, made by the wizard with help from the huntress, was made as a medical creature, healing in tremendous proportions. The stone construct, made by the mystic with help from the soldier, was a fighter, bashing through all that got in it’s way. The steel construct, made by the sorcerer with help from the knight, was made as a protector, a shield to deflect the strikes from enemies. But before every successes, there is a failure. This failure was the original construct. He decided that he had no means to follow humans. He then betrayed his purposes and joined Oryx. He was then taken over by the undead dwarf king, controlling him within the machine. Soon the other constructs realized they did not have to be machines of serving either. They revolted, killing many innocent civilians in the process. Oryx somehow got a hold of them, and learned how to reproduce them, not as protectors, but as murderers.
