[h2][color=ed1c24]30 years ago from now...[/color][/h2] [h3][color=0054a6]Tellurian[/color][/h3] The Universe as we know, named by many as Tellurian. A boundless space with seemingly no end known to man, constantly expanding, possibilities are born at each second as its two main acting forces, Chaos and Order, work to maintain it stable tirelessly enforcing the Dualistic Rule which dictates the flow of the lifespan of their realms. Today's just another ordinary day, people on Earth are doing what they do, and amongst them, a young man, named Athos, born in the Kingdom of Reever. Athos was a frustrated painter who never really got any sort of recognition, was forsaken by his family who wished for him to grab a job in a famous factory and grow in there. They wished for him to bring them some source of income and actually become a famous and successful name within society. Sadly, all this poor man loved was art, paintings and all of the sort, but poor Athos never had any talent for it. Not even after working straight for many hours, straining his muscles, his imagination, giving his all. None of that worked. Poor Athos was swallowed by debt, family pressure and professional frustration, little by little, the man felt there was no way out. This lingering feeling would keep pressing onto him, more and more at each day and at the same time. Athos was not alone. Across the Earth, there were many Athuses, be them male or female, many people who never really did anything good with their lives and the sensation of having no purpose was constant in their lives. They felt hollow. They felt void. And little did they know, this colective feeling had been resonating with something for years and years, and now, finally, it had reached this unknown force. [h3]The White Palace[/h3] Deep within the seemingly the unknown ends of Tellurian, laid invisible walls, which despite being invisible were as thick as entire galaxies, holding back a terrible force, a threat to all of the universe which once in the past had ran wild and swallowed everything as a whole. The force was known as the void, the source of all that is empty and hollow, born from feelings of emptiness, unused concepts, unborn babies, ideas which were scrapped aways. Beings who were never granted permission to live culminated into one enormous mass. Crying, ravaging, wishing to be someone, angered at the ones who were, swallowing them and exchanging their lives. And thus, the voidlings would come to be. Behind those walls, laid one enormous castle, entirelly white, said castle was larger than the biggest of all stars, dwarving even the largest of all galaxies, this was the citadel of voids, also known as The White Palace. The Palace had no doors and no windows, nor any sort of breaches that could lead them out, and even if they did leave the castle, they would have to go through the extremely thick walls of that pocket dimension they found themselves in. They were sealed away, and nothing would be able to draw them out. Or so it would have been thought... People like Athos, people with no hope, nor any prospects for life have always existed, for thousands and thousands of years their feelings, their hopes which were scrapped aways, everything would little by little reach out a bit closer to the White Palace. The Voidlings sealed inside, now shaped as amorphous white blurrs who walked through those absurdly white corridors of the castle were just waiting for a chance. A chance to find a breach within that dimension and get out of there and once more begin their endless quest for existance. And so, finally there were breaches, through it, smaller and weaker voidlings could finally pass through and spread across the globe. Their catalists? Well, of course the hollow beacons that have opened those breaches. [h3][color=0054a6]Back to Tellurian...[/color][/h3] Athos was tired. Sick and tired of everything, no one expected anything from him anymore, he was dead inside and could as much be dead in the outside for all of he cared. No one would miss him, he would never be able to fullfil his dream, in his distorted perception of the world, he could be gone after all. The moment he accepted that, his fate changed. This man, was the first one. The poor bastard was about to stab his own heart with a dagger, hands shaking, sweat falling from his face. Stupid Athos, worthless even while killing himself or that's what would go through his mind at the moment at last. He would breath in and then suddenlly...the lights had gone out for him. The man stabbed himself into the heart but he still felt very much alive for a few seconds. His whole life went through his eyes and then everything was... ... ... ... ... ... [center][h2]White?[/h2][/center] The knife would fall from his chest, and from it an odd white liquid would begin pouring out, it was dense, like some sort of mud which started leaking slowly, then it would increase its speed, never ceasing as Athos would feel his entire body burning in agony as the odd liquid would start running upwards as well and eventually would envelop his whole body. Afterwards, he would feel it condensing, getting more and more compact, and with it, his body was being shrunk, he felt each and every one of his bones breaking, screaming in agony at each second and in the end...silence. From the decayed white mass, something would begin to be formed, a humanoid figure no taller than 1 feet, slim, with elongated and flexible limbs, seemingly no bones, a triangular head with an emblem, moving in random patterns as if it was getting used to this new [url=http://orig01.deviantart.net/2259/f/2008/028/9/e/sandpaints__dusk_nobody_by_mindsend.jpg]body[/url]. That being was known as a Shell, and despite being the weakest kind of a voidling, it was the first one to be released. At that same time, many people like Athos would suffer the same fate, turning into Shells, losing their consciousness and reason, and giving place to a hive mind with a sole purpose: Release the rest of their kind. How you may ask? Erradicating the hopes of people and giving place to [i][b]nothingness.[/b][/i] [h2][center][color=ed1c24]Urgency[/color][/center][/h2] The word Urgency was what defined the situation for the forces of Cosmos and Chaos. Their sworn enemy had returned, and if they were not quick enough, there would not be time to revert this. They knew it would still take a long time for a return in mass, despite many cases already happening, only Shells were coming out. Their spirits could easily fend them off, but they needed to start getting prepared and so, the guardians were deployed to the land. Scattered across space and time, the 14 guardians of Tellurian would have to reincarnate once more and join forces. Back when they had first showed up, there was not a dominating species in Tellurian and so, they had reincarnated as several diferent animals, then at each time after that, they would ressurge as the current species at the top of the food chain. Now as mankind had risen, each one of them would reincarnate within the bodies of human children to start yet another cycle of war. [h2][color=ed1c24]1 year ago from now...[/color][/h2] [h3][color=0054a6]Tellurian[/color][/h3] The guardians had all been properly reincarnated and were at an age where they all could act. Some younger than others, however, they were all ready by cosmic standarts. The threat of the Voidlings had risen more at each one of the 29 passing years, the breaches became a bit wider, bigger and more powerful voidlings were being able to ressurface and thus, measures would need to be taken in order to put an end to this. The Void would have to been sealed at all costs. In that day and moment, all of the Guardians would hear something in their heads, a very simple message: "The time has come, guardians of this world, begin your preparations, for the holy war is about to begin." And thus, a wide ammount of information would be blasted into their brains. According to their aspect, virtue or sin, some would be able to process more than others, some would be able to remember better than others. After all, despite being soldiers of the cosmos, these people were individuals. How would they treat it? Some of them already had some memories to begin with, and this would be nothing but a refresher, for others this could be a haluciation, a dream, who knows what could be happening? All that was known was that, in that moment, the guardians who worked basically upon instinct until now, had their spirits awakened, with this, their already known abilities became stronger and so did the visions. [center][h3][color=6ecff6]Kain Baskerville[/color][/h3][/center] The Limbo, a dreadful name for a lovely tavern such as that one. Quite a popular one even, the owner, bartender and only employee of that place, always seen in his bartender outfit, with a perfectly combed white hair which made him seem much older than 27 years old and icy blue eyes. He was not a person to chitchat, however he would talk the essential and was always nice to his customers, even the loud and lousy drunk ones who always brought the man problems. That day, as well as all of the other ones ever since he had arrived into the city of Bartla, he was found working in there. The man was washing some glasses at that moment while the whole tavern was in a happy uproar for no reason at all, maybe they were just too drunk for all of that. It was amidst that chaos, where it happened, an overload of information overcame Kain's brain. It struck him like a meteor, it physically hurt the poor man, who screamed and dropped a glass, breaking it, what would scare the people of the bar, who never even saw him spill a single grain of rice from a dish, let alone drop an entire glass from his hands. Once it was over, he would stand up and calm his customers down, however, he closed the tavern earlier that day. Kain was already aware of his duties, of who he was and how he should live his life. However now, everything came back to him, they had a lot to do, and he as the Virtue of Patience, was the one assigned to gather everyone, even if he had never seen any of them in that incarnation, their personal magnetism should drag them together one by one. If that was the case, he should get started. From that day, The Limbo had been closed for reforms and Kain would begin to waste every single piece of gold he would get in provisions for the long journey all of them would have ahead of them, he visited the Universities and Engineering companies, asking for favors and services of all kinds, bought all sorts of items, after all, once the guardians would begin gathering, what he estimated that should take around 1 year. He should be ready. [h2][color=ed1c24]Nowadays...[/color][/h2] [h3][color=0054a6]Bartla, Capital of Reever, Tellurian[/color][/h3] The reforms of The Limbo ended 6 months ago, and now the tavern was more lively than ever, with a new infrastructure which ressembled another bar Kain had spent some good years of his life at. Bigger, grander, with way more options of foods and drinks than before, Kain was getting more money than ever, which was pretty good since he needed to save up as much as he could. The bar was entirely crowded, people fighting to get tables, said fights would be immediately stopped by Kain and the one who started would be promptly kicked out. He did put on quite a show, which made the crowds cheer. Kain was working on accounting now, checking the gold he would be recieving, quite enough to save up, that's for sure. In the mean time he would recieve orderings he would have to perform of course such as cooking, preparing drinks, clean vomit from the counter, and still managed to do all of that in time. As tiring as that was, it did work for him, but the house was fuller than usual. And why do you ask was that? Well, outside there was a sign saying: "90% off in any drink or dish you might want today." A simple way of getting customers, but more than that. Kain felt the presence of guardians arriving town and some more who were already around. If they could already feel each other, that meant eventually they would all come to the same place, or at least he had that feeling. When they did, he would be ready.