Unleash Your Imagination

From a time before memory, perhaps before man ever walked this earth, an ancient race of wise beings known as the Elkin were the keepers and protectors of all things. They were marvelous craftsmen and the works of their hands were beautiful and unscalable, as large as the mountains themselves. They created seven wonderous works separated from each-other by vast distances, across mountains, oceans, and deserts. It is said that these relics still stand today, hidden in the most remote places of the world. It is also said that they are vessels of great power and capable of bringing great good, or else great harm, to any who should find them. 

But there is also rumor of an eighth relic, far more powerful and exceptionally different from the others. It is said that to him who finds the eighth relic he will have power over life and death, he will be able to bind and to release the souls of men, and that the stars themselves will bow down to him. But these are only rumors, legends from before the dawn of civilization. Nonetheless, I will record their stories here, these are the tales of an ancient age, these are the legends of the Elkin Relics.

Take heed, for many have been killed so that these stories might fade from existence entirely; considering so, one must wonder if there is more to these stories than mere legend.

There is a mountain range on the eastern border of Camendor known as the alchalian mountains. But long ago it was known by another name for it was not a mountain range at all. In an earthquake the likes of which no man had ever seen before the Saledrian Desert was overturned and tossed into the sea. The mass of earth and rock plummeted down beneath the waves and collided at the base of our own continent, just below the coastal city of Alchalia. The impact of the two continents forced Alchalia up five thousand cubits above sea level. And so Saledria became the footing of the Alchalians, and the city of Alchalia was folded into the mountain.

The quake was felt throughout all the earth, but none who saw the formation of the mountains lived to tell the story. It had been believed that somewhere hidden in the vast desert a sacred place existed where sand continually fell from overhead ridges the way that water falls from a great river when it rushes over the edge of a cliff. This place was believed to be one of the Elkin Relics and it was referred to as The Sandfalls of Saledria. Until the time of our story, it had been only myth.

After the quake, great explorations were made of the mountains and the sea, for the purpose of finding any remnant of the sacred place, but no trace of the relic was found. Nonetheless, the explorations were not entirely fruitless for something else was found; something both wonderful and terrible to behold, a maelstrom large enough to swallow hundreds of ships and at the center, a golden city seemed to shine forth out of the depths of the sea. The brightness and beauty of this terrible place was enchanting to all who had once seen it, neither could they resist the urge to plunge into the whirlpool that they might be cast into the city, however, all who took that plunge took it to their deaths. None could survive the fury of the maelstrom and the ships were dashed to pieces at the foundation of the city. 

Once the maelstrom had consumed all who could not resist her, a great wailing was heard from the city, a lamentation that carried the voices of angels or of demons, but their language could not be understood. An awesome winged creature flew up from the city carrying a beautiful orb the color of which was black as midnight yet there shone round about it a brilliant light like the light of the sun. The waves of the sea came back again over the city as all the men in the remaining ships and the great creature overhead looked on. Then the creature spoke in the language that was understood at that time. 

“By reason of this orb of light, all people of the earth will fight, and cast each-other down to hell, let him who claims the prize prevail.”

Saying this he cast the orb into the sea and the light from the orb lit up all the movement of the waters with golden gleams yet the orb could not be found. Still people came from far and wide to find the orb and they fought one another and spilled each-others blood both day and night hoping to find the orb and claim victory over all others, for they believed the orb would signify the right to rule over all the earth for all generations. 

more to come.