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When the CHA began to form the great world of Terralin, He needed an advisor; one to facilitate the New Time. For this specific purpose, the CHA took upon a mortal body, a great mage named Oerolaen. The CHA built the Terralin Continent, two massive landmasses making up half of the new world, split by a river in the middle.Oerolaen was not the only humanoid created, there were three others. Orsco; the Immortalithic pupil of Oerolaen, Galactus; the studier of space, and August; the studier of Terralin. These Four Nobles founded the Grand Council of Terralin. The Great Tower was built in a beautiful, sunny, flower-filled avenue of Terralin on the West Continent. This area would be called Gelvertlund by the humans.The Grand Council was a great teacher of the Higher Creatures: The elves, the vampires. Lower Creatures: The humans. And the intelligent animals.“For They So Built Us, We Shall Build Upon Them.”A great schism, however, would occur soon enough. In the latter negatives, -49, humans discovered the art of Magic.“For Great Discord Sowed, When The Lower Ones Found Fire.”While the three other council members elected to allow humans to practice magic, Orsco felt repulsed by such an idea. He felt that the Higher Beings were designated by the CHA to be the only mortal mages. Humans were left out, for a valid reason according to Orsco. Oerolaen, however, disagreed. Being a direct Spirit Of The CHA, he designated that humans are allowed to use, teach, and perform magic.Orsco was enraged by such an idea. He believed that August was secretly conspiring against him. In -36, Orsco alerted the council that he would be undergoing a hermetic lifestyle for the next year. All three council members approved it, and Orsco went on his way. He traveled to the Outlands, reaching a dark, mysterious cave. In reality, Orsco had been planning a great transformation. He dwelled in the cave, practicing the darkest things ever dreamed upon. He created a new energy. Not magic, not Light, but True Darkness. He disowned his old name, given by the True Lord, one whom he now disavowed. Now, he was only known by one name, Malakar.After he left the cave, he began his great conquests of terror, destruction, death, and genocide. In 359, he took over the city of Gelvertlund, converting the Great Tower to his throne. The city was now not beautiful, but fiery and burning.Malakar changed the course of Terralin when he murdered August in 891, effectively ending any sign of reconciliation with the Grand Council. Years went by of more and more destruction. Until one day, the year being 2421, in the great city of Aseharal, where Malakar planned to lay siege, the great Oerolaen arrived. A great duel began, some saying the duel rocked the world for twelve years. In the end, Malakar was defeated for the first time, dead for the next one-thousand years. Unknown when he will return, the world rejoices. Oerolaen, his body complete, laid to rest. The CHA inside him reuniting with the Creator.
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“Master? Have you awoken?” A subdued voice questioned.“I have.” Malakar had been laid in a bed, decorated with gold and diamonds sprawling above. He lay naked, his genitalia on display. His pale body contrasted his red eyes, his long black hair, and his blackened hands. He was 6’9, weighed around 227 pounds, and had various scars on his torso.“Tell me, my child, what has happened?”“Oerolaen is dead, the Western kingdoms have united into a republic, and so far nobody knows of our presence.”“Good.” Malakar stretched his legs and arms. He then got out of bed, his height eclipsing his closest follower, named Mua’Daui.Malakar clothed himself with a black pair of pants, a black tunic, and a long black robe.“Daui; bring me my sword.”“Uhm, sorry, my lord?”Malakar crouched slightly.“My sword. Bring it to me.”“We.. did not retrieve your sword. It had been lost.”“And you never built me another one?” Malakar put his finger under Mua’Daui’s chin.“Tell me, who currently has my sword?”“From my knowledge, a man named Woreles Morst.”“…Morst?”“Yes, my lord. What is the issue?”“Nothing. I will require you to make me a new sword. Now.”“Yes, my lord.”Malakar laid back in his bed, thinking about what he knew. Morst. That name rang a bell. He was told in the future he would be defeated by a Morst, but it never came true, and he will try to never let it come true.