Lestan Bealithrathien Deactivated

The war was over; victory went to the people of Naldim. It was hard won, the god sat atop his throne contemplating his next move. How could he strike back? How could he make those of this world suffer? Over the next hundred years of peace upon the realm he watched, those of the world forgot the war, forgot the harshness of the gods wrath. He took particular interest in the elven Kingdom, their two princes, strong proud warriors, and the princess, who above all else wanted to be loved. Lestan the youngest of the three was a carefree soul that valued life above all. Valerin the eldest of the three children sought to hone his war craft. Zaria their sister was full of life and love for the people. The god despised their race above all, especially their carefree nature. Thus his plan was devised.

It took several months of visiting Zaria in her dreams to get the young woman to fall in love with him, yet he held other desires for this elven beauty. With the promise of marriage and the family she desperately wanted, she left the kingdom to meet the god in a secluded part of the mountains. By the time her brothers knew of this it was already too late. Blood soaked the altar, as the brothers approach the horror that was their sister’s bare and defiled body pinned down to the altar, daggers protruding from her hands and feet. They never stood a chance against the god, within their rage over their sister the brothers rushed fool heartedly into battle and it was over before it began.

Darkness flooded them both as the gods voice spoke. “Blood of the innocent spilled. “ Something thick and wet was poured over the brothers forcing them to drink the horrid mixture. “With the essence of a fallen star you will be reborn.” Their bodies writhed and convulsed until they stopped all movement, the darkness fully taking over. Flames seared Lestan's eye’s sitting up a sound unlike anything he had ever heard escaped him, the draconic roar of sorrow and pain that flooded this chamber with memories of what happened. Electricity scorched Valerin's optics sitting up at the sound of his brother’s turmoil, looking around his own chamber; eye’s adjusting to the dim light. “Am I…dead?” his voice, it was not the melodic elven voice he once held. The voice that echoed in his pointed ears was silken, carrying an allure that would make even a high priestess hold impure thoughts.

“It is time.” The god’s voice rang out to the brothers. “It is time to learn of your full potential, to know your true purpose.” Over the next several centuries they studied, weaponry, military tactics, magic, even thereon uniquely designed words of power granted by the god for his destruction purposes. “You will use this knowledge, these gifts I have bestowed upon you for my gain.” “Yes master.” The brothers spoke in unison. “Go to the mortal plane; make them suffer a fate far worse than that which has been placed upon me.” The brothers did not hesitate. Vanishing from the god’s sight they appeared within this realm.

Their orders plain, their plan devised. It was now time to act, may the gods of this realm show mercy to any within their path, for they will show none. Any who stand in their way will be cut down without hesitation, without remorse. This was only the beginning.