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Oh great your kid started a cult around you
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HE IS ONE OF US!
Unbeknownst to Telios, the Archangel silently crept through the masses of people that gazed upon his son over the decades, disguised at times either as an innocent child, or a grumpy old man, but always a bystander in order to never attract attention over him. Was it too risky to come forward to him? Mankind needed a much needed guidance and a figure to rely on in some of the hardest times of this species, and Alcadeas could not sacrifice further power in order to help them, for he had to conserve as much as possible.
The son seemed to pick on the traits of his father. Leadership and ambition. Those were the words Alcadeas could best describe his creation. Looking back on his actions, memories flashed before the Archangel's eyes. Ira's wrath and dangerous behaviour sprung forward great masses of land, inhospitable and cruel to man. In an effort to prevent a potential catastrophy for mankind, Alcadeas needed to intervene personally, but such a thing could deteriorate the fragile relationship between Ira and Alcadeas to the point that a catastrophy would unleash on mankind too. Nevertheless, the Archangel choose to steal some of Ira's essence from the very lands she created, drawing potent vitality from the volcanoes and arid deserts of the Peninsula's North, imbuing himself with them and then giving the breath of life to a champion, one that would guide mankind directly through virtue, power and ambition to fullfil it's destiny as the sole biggest civilization to ever graze the natural plane. The conquerors of their own destiny, but both mankind and Telios were a long journey away from that moment envisioned by the Archangel. He had to stay quiet within the shadows, and observe the natural evolution of both his son and his creation.
However unknown to himself, the Archangel's actions would be the catalyst of something sinister, something...dark, that would loom within him for centuries to come.
The son seemed to pick on the traits of his father. Leadership and ambition. Those were the words Alcadeas could best describe his creation. Looking back on his actions, memories flashed before the Archangel's eyes. Ira's wrath and dangerous behaviour sprung forward great masses of land, inhospitable and cruel to man. In an effort to prevent a potential catastrophy for mankind, Alcadeas needed to intervene personally, but such a thing could deteriorate the fragile relationship between Ira and Alcadeas to the point that a catastrophy would unleash on mankind too. Nevertheless, the Archangel choose to steal some of Ira's essence from the very lands she created, drawing potent vitality from the volcanoes and arid deserts of the Peninsula's North, imbuing himself with them and then giving the breath of life to a champion, one that would guide mankind directly through virtue, power and ambition to fullfil it's destiny as the sole biggest civilization to ever graze the natural plane. The conquerors of their own destiny, but both mankind and Telios were a long journey away from that moment envisioned by the Archangel. He had to stay quiet within the shadows, and observe the natural evolution of both his son and his creation.
However unknown to himself, the Archangel's actions would be the catalyst of something sinister, something...dark, that would loom within him for centuries to come.
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Conrad. Advance Race is reserved for one advancement. You chose three. I would trim two of those out.
Done
Conrad. Advance Race is reserved for one advancement. You chose three. I would trim two of those out.
Alrighty then
The eerie quietness of the dark cave crumbled within the blink of an eye, his wings once more rising up and opening widely, heralding the wake of the Archangel. The hundreds of years spent in slumber once more brought vigor to the immortally annointed body of the deity. Alcadeas, the father of mankind, sought the dim shine of the sun through the cave's corridors, eventually reaching the entrance. Stepping outside, he took a brief moment to meditate and envision the past events that his counscious missed while asleep. He spent months wondering the Alcadean Peninsula, observing his own creation, and how little they managed to realise and how petty they still are. He decided it was enough, and set off to jumpstart the greatness he envisioned for the race.
The Archangel swept through the Peninsula's various settlements, disguising himself in mortals in every settlement, being only accompanied by Ryon, his loyal wolf companion which he found as a small puppy aimlessly wandering through the forrest at the base of the mountain where he made his slumber.
Over the years, Alcadeas wandered around the Peninsula, bestowing upon the juvenile mankind the secrets of agriculture, as he observed from his brother Yllwythyr. Following the divine intervention of the Archangel, humanity began to achieve the first permanent primitive settlements on the Peninsula. From these small settlements, mankind was on the right path to the glory envisioned by their father, Alcadeas.
The Archangel swept through the Peninsula's various settlements, disguising himself in mortals in every settlement, being only accompanied by Ryon, his loyal wolf companion which he found as a small puppy aimlessly wandering through the forrest at the base of the mountain where he made his slumber.
Over the years, Alcadeas wandered around the Peninsula, bestowing upon the juvenile mankind the secrets of agriculture, as he observed from his brother Yllwythyr. Following the divine intervention of the Archangel, humanity began to achieve the first permanent primitive settlements on the Peninsula. From these small settlements, mankind was on the right path to the glory envisioned by their father, Alcadeas.
As the dawn of mankind set upon the Alcadean Ridge, the Archangel would retreat on top of Mount Ayleius, for he was greatly starved of power due to the immense effort he gave in creating mankind and their cradle of civilizations. Alcadeas would go on to slumber himself within the darkness of his cave, in order to regain precious power, biding his time in the hundreds of years to come.
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