EGGS& SPEARS&& HEARTS ---[[PLEASE no POSTING]] -------{a roleplay between LOKI and SMAHSMAH} the NIGHT swept over the w o r l d like a P R E D A T O R ,,, s w a l l o w i n g everything in it’s PATH.~ and IN it’s W A K E,,, it left NOTHING but d e s t r u c t i o n ;;--~*

SHIT I DID WRONG TITLE. -smacks self- Smah smah? You here?

This is why I'm hot.

THIS IS WHY IM A MOTHER FLYING RETARD. D:

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- -- --- ---- The night spread over the world like a predator, and in it’s wake, it left nothing but destruction. This, was all of that had been left by the ancient ones. A single sentence, scrawled across a parchment and sealed away in the last holy temple, as the world of Mythoi turned to ruin and ash before the very eyes of it‘s few surviving occupants. A number of which was quickly decreasing. As had been written, the wicked darkness of the night sprang onto the world and devoured it utterly. Settlements and villages slashed apart with fearsome claws and chilling fangs. Entire families killed, with not even a glimmer of compassion nor soul. Eyes filled with only hate and bloodlust, eyes of those that were rapidly taking the once beautiful home of the people, and turning it into a bloody dust ball, making even the most inviting area dangerous. The plaque of these dark beings traveled over the once peaceful world like angry wildfire, without mercy or second thought. The once unfathomable menace of apocalypse was foreboding and ever-present. There was no safety in this new world of terror and killing. This was the work of the Children of Odium. Sons and daughters of the horrible King Odium himself, supposedly more horrid and sickening than any of his frightful kin. Descriptions of these beings were scarce, as anyone who got close enough to one of the horrific creatures to see even the slightest detail, was surely a dead man. Some said that they were outlandish, almost crossbred beasts, not quite animal, and yet no where near being humanoid. Others said they were ghastly horned monsters, with eyes as fiery as the pits of the deepest realms of hell. It was also rumored they had a glare malicious enough to shatter your heart and rip your mind to pieces at the same time. And there was the occasional speculation that some came in the form of beautiful people, who would draw you in, before killing you with your own lust and guilt. Of course, this was often shaken off as a simple warning to young males who sought after beautiful mysterious women, and husbands who would stray from their wives. But there was one constant in all of the legends. No minds, no souls, and no hearts. No pity, just mindless killing machines that lived only to obliterate the lives of others, and prey on the misery and blood of that which they destroyed. They said that if you looked into one of the Children’s eyes for long enough, that it would eat your soul alive, and drag you into the grasps of terror and fear for an eternity of suffering. But this too was quickly dismissed, as anyone who got close enough to catch the beast’s cold stare would be dead before they could realize that they would soon be scattered across the ground like all of the rest. Once lush green lands turned to charred and broken desert ruin. Trees died and the wide fields of flowers wilted into the blood-soaked dirt. Cries of slain children filled the smoky air, replacing the chirps of birds and chatter of unsuspecting people. Hope was lost in the dry fear-scented winds that brushed over the landscapes, a hollow reminder of what had been once so gallant, poles apart from the depressing and pitiful place it had become. A once proud people had been beaten down and nearly annihilated like helpless insects, as they escaped into the land that had yet been ravaged by the Children. Wherever the retreated to, the horrible creatures seemed to trail after them like beastly hound dogs, that would swoop in and tease, and retreat back to allow a counterfeit sense of hope of survival, before pouncing on their damned prey like a cat. But the last of the Mythoi peoples eventually ended up at the last piece of thriving land, a lone mountain that sprang up above the ruined land like a beacon and guardian of the meager amount of hope that had been salvaged, the last soldier in the seemingly impossible battle. And on the night of the first lunar eclipse seen in many years, a baby was born. A beautiful child with fair hair, and large eyes the same color of the old seas. When they hadn’t been polluted with the poison of Odium, and the blood of their relatives and friends. And the child belted out it’s first sound, a strangely harmonious cry that danced across the beaten land. And the Children that had been silently creeping in the shadows around the moment, relishing their prey’s final moments, fell back and writhed in pain. A horrible demon keen streaked across the land, as they burned to cinders below the eyes of the villagers. And for many years, the village was protected by this boy’s pure heart. Their savior and protector, this boy, named Mythi after the land he guarded, was built a beautiful temple deep within the caves of the mountain, should anyone ever wish to do him harm. And the youth was sealed in the temple, where he would live until he came of age, and the king of Odium himself seemed to be trying to destroy the small nub of humanity that tried it’s best to get a solid grip on their new lives. And as the winds seemed to give light of a new day, the boy‘s powers began to grow into that of godly proportion. Not much more than a few sentences of the final battle has been passed down. Some say that there was no battle. Rather that that Mythi deftly fooled Odium into destroying himself, and that in a last spout of fury, the king had sealed the boy permanently deep within the very temple he had lived his entire life, in a chasm untouched by time, where he would remain for perpetuity. And over the grave of the king, whose body had turned to ashen cinders just as his children who had touched by the boy’s unmarred heart, they built a ring of sixteen stones to lock the wicked being away for good. And civilization slowly returned to the land that had been dragged into from paradise though chaos. Years slow passed as the wheels of time were set into motion, and the clocks ticked on. And a new botrn city was erected on the very mountain, terraces carved into it’s surface. They surrounded their town with a towering wall, which no one could pass. Square tall buildings rose to the sky, as miners cut deep into the rock mountain, releasing waters that bounced down it’s rough sides, crystal clean water from deep within the world pouring down into the city. The stories of the past were lost through the generations, being replaced my bedtime stories and tales of new leaders, and of new gods. But a shift in the winds carries the feeling of a growing anxiety and nervousness. Its whispers foretell of a cataclysmic crash of the past, present, and future, when the land is once again seized by the jaws of chaos. For far off, many miles away, the lock that had been so carefully built was gradually being destroyed. And unbeknownst to the people of Mythoi, it was destined that King Odium himself would once again rise from his ashes like a phoenix, and claim the world for his a second time. This story, however, as many great stories do, starts with a rather unfortunate event. ---- --- -- - {{Long as I could make it without giving away the whole story. My first post coming in one momento. }}