The Ascension of AriusFar in the distant past, lost to time, there lived a young man, in a modest village nestled in the shadow of war. At the young age of sixteen, his home was plunged into darkness by the Aspis, loyal soldiers of Rexan. In the wake of the massacre, the young man stood as the sole survivor, a solitary figure in a sea of despair.Amidst the ruins of his former life, he raised his voice to the heavens, beseeching any who would heed his pleas. Among the celestial chorus, it was Justari, the embodiment of justice and law, who extended a hand in aid. With a heart aflame, the young man clutched a dull and rusted training sword, swearing an oath to quell the malevolent forces that had razed his homeland. With the valor of a hero and the rallying cry of a leader, he forged a fellowship from the ashes, individuals who had also tasted the bitterness of The Serpent's wrath. Like an unbreakable chain, they faced battle after battle, building temples as testaments to Justari's grace and guidance. Yet, amid these trials and tribulations, an ember of curiosity smoldered in the young man's heart. Why did the title of Justari's Champion elude him? Why did the god's power not flow through him as an undeniable current? For years, the war waged on as the wheel of fate turned, until an appointed hour arrived. The serpent god Rexan emerged from the shadows to confront the young man. A cataclysmic clash unfolded, a symphony of steel and divine energy that resonated with the very essence of the cosmos. In the heart of battle, as victory seemed to slip from his grasp, a whispered revelation pierced through the tumult. It was Justari who spoke, revealing a profound truth. The altars that had been erected were not devoted to The Just God, but were a testament to the young man's essence itself. Unbeknownst to him, his every action had woven a tapestry of godhood around him, an aura forged from his deeds and the devotion of his soldiers - his followers. With this revelation, the shroud of uncertainty lifted, and the young man embraced his true destiny. Justari's voice resonated with clarity, asserting that his path was not to serve as a champion but to ascend as a deity in his own right. His courage, his will, his very existence had been the catalyst for this transformation. With newfound understanding, he embraced his divine essence. In a blaze of radiant power, the young man transcended his mortal form, taking the name of Arius, the God of Truth and Battle. His weapon, once the dull and rusted training sword with which he swore his oath, now a manifestation of his divine will, pierced the impenetrable armor of Rexan, the first ever blow struck against the serpent god himself. The heavens themselves bore witness to this divine confrontation, a testament to the young man's journey from mortal to god. Arius, once a witness to the devastation of his homeland, now stood as a paragon of truth, honor, and valor. The temples that dotted the land were not monuments to distant gods, but tributes to the divinity born from within. And the village from which the fledgling god hailed was rebuilt, and grew into the great city of Ariland, named in his honor. |
Created by Anthony Warder (Zack Emmert) at 08-22-23 08:06 PM
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