Post by Kishimoto Kyo on Jun 7, 2009 1:44:43 GMT -5
...Viscus Minuo...The Hearts of Immortality...
They are pearls, and they are crystals. They are glass, and they are diamonds. They are the living, and they are the dead. Spheres no larger than an eye, the Viscus Minuo are the embodiment of immortality. Never are they marred. Never do they decay. Never does the light that shine from them fade in darkness or with time. They are the immortal treasures of the Land of Viragor. And now they are broken...
For over hundreds of thousands of years, the Land of Viragor has been a source of strife and conflict. Since as far back as anyone can remember, the Viscus Minuo have been in existence since the dawn of time. They are sought for as treasures, items of unlimited value, and as sources of power. With only seven in existence, entire kingdoms and empires have been reduced to dust, fighting over the right to own any one of them. Many have died, and many more have been driven mad with greed. During the fighting, people have discovered that any liquid the Viscus Minuo touch turns to wine, and any who drink this wine will become immortal, but only for a time.
Finally, after years of war, the seven Viscus Minuo fell into the hands of seven royal bloodlines. They were not, however, like the others who came before. Peace was starting to settle down over the land, only slightly, and they did not want any more bloodshed. They answered to only one man, the Emperor of Viragor, and unsure of themselves, they trusted him to decide a course of action. The presiding Emperor knew very well of the power of the Viscus Minuo and what others would do to take them. Assigning each bloodline one of the treasures, they were locked away in their residing Capital, and knowledge of their existence were only known to each of those families, and the presiding Emperor or Empress. Hundreds of years would pass on, and peace blanketed the land.
The Viscus Minuo were brought out of each lands' Capital in time for a festival held once every year called the Guardian Festival. It was a grand event of celebration held to honor the peace that had come, and for people to wish and pray for another year of peace. It is also the time where each bloodline meet with the Emperor or Empress in person, and to keep in faith of the tradition of loyalty toward the crown, each residing Lord or Lady would bring with them in secret their protected Viscus Minuo. It was the only time for which these treasures would be safest together, as the National Capital of Erium would be guarded like no other, both outside and inside its walls.
The peace, however, was not meant to last forever. For every Emperor and Empress, there was an opposite who opposed them; a man who called himself the Dark Emperor, Yandel Admir. He was a man whose very existence from birth to present was mystery and darkness. No one knew much about him, or even of him, until the present year of the Guardian Festival. Using magic far beyond their understanding, he shrouded the Capital and the land around in total night, and his army of creatures, creatures beyond this world, attacked its people from the shadows. Everyone could do naught but run and hoped to whoever they worshiped to live. Within hours, the city was taken, and the castle was next.
The soldiers, fighting as bravely as they did, could not stop the assault. Yandel commanded not only a large and strong army, but had under his wing nine who were the strongest among them. Known as the Dark Warlords, they each governed an aspect of death and evil, and they were all good at what they did. Taking the fight to the innermost and largest room of the castle, known as the Chamber of Twilight and Dawn, Yandel did battle with the Emperor, Gillean James Viragor. Even he did not stand long against the Dark Emperor's power, and was killed by Yandel's own hand. With all seven of the Viscus Minuo just within his grasp, he felt sure that nothing could stand in his way of becoming the Immortal Emperor.
What he did not realize, however, was that each royal bloodline was prepared for such an event. In the time their families were given the Viscus Minuo, studies were done, and it was found that they were not as unbreakable as everyone thought they were. Incredibly tough against any known force on the planet, but a theory was made that if one were to shatter their own soul while holding them, they would shatter as well. Something no one was willing to do just to test it, but near their death, it was something they were willing to try. Yandel and the Dark Warlords could do nothing but watch as each Lord and Lady destroyed their own souls. But the Viscus Minuo were not destroyed. Instead, they shattered, shattering into pieces without number, and in an explosion of energy, flew off, shooting through the walls, and out into the sky and heaven.
With not a shard of what was once the Viscus Minuo, Yandel sent each of his Dark Warlords out to find them. With the Capital now his, all he would have to do is wait for them to bring back the shards, assemble them back together, and then he would have what he wanted: enough power to claim the title of the Immortal Emperor. Then, he could send into motion his real plan. What he doesn't know is that out there, a man lives.
A man who could kill him, even if Yandel wielded all seven of the Viscus Minuo.
They are pearls, and they are crystals. They are glass, and they are diamonds. They are the living, and they are the dead. Spheres no larger than an eye, the Viscus Minuo are the embodiment of immortality. Never are they marred. Never do they decay. Never does the light that shine from them fade in darkness or with time. They are the immortal treasures of the Land of Viragor. And now they are broken...
For over hundreds of thousands of years, the Land of Viragor has been a source of strife and conflict. Since as far back as anyone can remember, the Viscus Minuo have been in existence since the dawn of time. They are sought for as treasures, items of unlimited value, and as sources of power. With only seven in existence, entire kingdoms and empires have been reduced to dust, fighting over the right to own any one of them. Many have died, and many more have been driven mad with greed. During the fighting, people have discovered that any liquid the Viscus Minuo touch turns to wine, and any who drink this wine will become immortal, but only for a time.
Finally, after years of war, the seven Viscus Minuo fell into the hands of seven royal bloodlines. They were not, however, like the others who came before. Peace was starting to settle down over the land, only slightly, and they did not want any more bloodshed. They answered to only one man, the Emperor of Viragor, and unsure of themselves, they trusted him to decide a course of action. The presiding Emperor knew very well of the power of the Viscus Minuo and what others would do to take them. Assigning each bloodline one of the treasures, they were locked away in their residing Capital, and knowledge of their existence were only known to each of those families, and the presiding Emperor or Empress. Hundreds of years would pass on, and peace blanketed the land.
The Viscus Minuo were brought out of each lands' Capital in time for a festival held once every year called the Guardian Festival. It was a grand event of celebration held to honor the peace that had come, and for people to wish and pray for another year of peace. It is also the time where each bloodline meet with the Emperor or Empress in person, and to keep in faith of the tradition of loyalty toward the crown, each residing Lord or Lady would bring with them in secret their protected Viscus Minuo. It was the only time for which these treasures would be safest together, as the National Capital of Erium would be guarded like no other, both outside and inside its walls.
The peace, however, was not meant to last forever. For every Emperor and Empress, there was an opposite who opposed them; a man who called himself the Dark Emperor, Yandel Admir. He was a man whose very existence from birth to present was mystery and darkness. No one knew much about him, or even of him, until the present year of the Guardian Festival. Using magic far beyond their understanding, he shrouded the Capital and the land around in total night, and his army of creatures, creatures beyond this world, attacked its people from the shadows. Everyone could do naught but run and hoped to whoever they worshiped to live. Within hours, the city was taken, and the castle was next.
The soldiers, fighting as bravely as they did, could not stop the assault. Yandel commanded not only a large and strong army, but had under his wing nine who were the strongest among them. Known as the Dark Warlords, they each governed an aspect of death and evil, and they were all good at what they did. Taking the fight to the innermost and largest room of the castle, known as the Chamber of Twilight and Dawn, Yandel did battle with the Emperor, Gillean James Viragor. Even he did not stand long against the Dark Emperor's power, and was killed by Yandel's own hand. With all seven of the Viscus Minuo just within his grasp, he felt sure that nothing could stand in his way of becoming the Immortal Emperor.
What he did not realize, however, was that each royal bloodline was prepared for such an event. In the time their families were given the Viscus Minuo, studies were done, and it was found that they were not as unbreakable as everyone thought they were. Incredibly tough against any known force on the planet, but a theory was made that if one were to shatter their own soul while holding them, they would shatter as well. Something no one was willing to do just to test it, but near their death, it was something they were willing to try. Yandel and the Dark Warlords could do nothing but watch as each Lord and Lady destroyed their own souls. But the Viscus Minuo were not destroyed. Instead, they shattered, shattering into pieces without number, and in an explosion of energy, flew off, shooting through the walls, and out into the sky and heaven.
With not a shard of what was once the Viscus Minuo, Yandel sent each of his Dark Warlords out to find them. With the Capital now his, all he would have to do is wait for them to bring back the shards, assemble them back together, and then he would have what he wanted: enough power to claim the title of the Immortal Emperor. Then, he could send into motion his real plan. What he doesn't know is that out there, a man lives.
A man who could kill him, even if Yandel wielded all seven of the Viscus Minuo.