Arbithian

We have been told that our world began with the gods. Cleros, the god of good; who appears to us as the Pure Lady or the Noble Champion, depending on who is looking. And Braus, the god of evil, that appears as a Horrible Beast or a Nightmarish Abomination. Cleros created our world to as a beacon of light in Braus’ darkness.  And Braus has desired to undo Cleros’ work ever since. Cleros and Braus clashed many times.  Their seemingly endless war shook our world to its core.  And we, the children of Cleros’ world became one more level in their conflict.  Braus corrupted mankind and used the people that were swayed to spread evi

Origin and History of Democ'Arie Throughout reality; universes, plains and dimensions are constantly being created and destroyed. The energy released from the destruction of any of these drifts through the void until it comes together into a a new universe, plain or dimension. But this process is not perfect, some of this energy is lost and disappears into the abyss. What becomes of this infinitesimal extraneous energy? It is not destroyed, but it is not enough to create anything with, is it? The cast off energy will sometimes flow together with other drifting energy and accelerates the creating of new universes and the like, but sometimes t

     It had sad eyes. If there was nothing else she would remember about it, it was that.     They were human-like in appearance, but weary, heavily lidded and sad, like their owner had the weight of the world on hanging on them.     There was something else too; a trustworthy gentility. Like no matter what was about to happen, she would be alright.     Then there was a slight pinching in her left arm and then a blue light swallowed everything.                                         * * *     It had been going on for a few weeks now.     The town of Angel's Rest had never had anything more than a silly ghost story or two in the e

SHATTERED MOON The Horseman's Journey Chapter 1     Selan found himself surrounded by towering structures, and he was freezing.  Rain was falling in sheets, giving everything a washed out and grey appearance.  From the cobblestones beneath his feet to the buildings all around, everything was lost in the rain.     His light robes were quickly becoming soaked through with water and he was shivering in a way he had never had before, not even on the coldest desert night.  To make matters worse, the chill of each drop of rain stung him like the bite of a desert serpent.     Breaking into a run, he fled. &