Post by Lev on Aug 16, 2015 3:14:01 GMT
By ichor our foundation borne; by blood it be undone.
Vladimir Sayre, the Bloodborne King, found his origins in the hotbeds of a bloodthirsty cult - with members that took turns drinking from each other’s bodies. They covered themselves in the red dress by cutting deep wounds into their wrists, thighs, abdomens, and necks. Blades exchanged veins as tongues exchanged mouths. Bleeding forms pressed against one another in crimson ecstasy, but none were more fueled by bloodlust than Sayre. One, two, even three at a time would gorge themselves on his generous veins. Self-proclaimed Ancient Ones, too scarred and horrid to participate, encircled the madness with dark chants. His bare, naked body was their prized instrument of pain and pleasure during the ceremonial orgies.
Sayre's body was quickly defaced with deep scars; his blood spilled by the gallons. The hungry mortal had abandoned his humanity and become a demon, preserved only through the cult’s ritualistic sacrifices. Virgins, children, strong men and succulent women - he took their lives for his own twisted gain. His devilish promise was not overlooked. Sayre would be baptized in the lifeblood of the cult's leader, ascending to command while his predecessor joined ranks with the Ancients. But the night took a fateful turn when the trickle that fell from wrinkled wrists could not satisfy the thirsty prodigy. He drank from the elder until his veins were dry. When he demanded more, he sapped every ounce of life from the Ancient Ones as well. In one horrifically sanguine night, Sayre devoured the old order and replaced it with a new hierarchy - himself alone at the top, unmatched and uncontested.
Under Sayre's selfish guidance and sway the cult evolved, expanding their powerful reach across countryside and kingdom alike. Their new patriarch became an anomaly, breeding unquenchable monsters capable of draining entire realms and eliminating anyone in their path. Soon, their ravenous course toward ascendancy crossed into the Kingdom of Etirath…
In its infancy, Etirath was a congregation of devout followers, worshippers of Sympati. The small population lived and died with one shared objective: to protect Sympati's Well, a Divine gift hidden within the rocky face of their mountain home. From it spilled an ever-flowing sacred spring that fed every ocean and pumped worldblood – pure mana left behind by the Divines, the primal source of all magic and life – into the earth. Ages passed and the small group matured into a humble kingdom of practicing mages and priests, ruled by a generous leader whose meek nature would quickly erase his name from history. Their future seemed painted with peace, but they were no match for Sayre’s army. The bloody tyrant conquered Etirath with ease, naming himself king and torturing his new citizens until they revealed the location of the Divine gift.
The holy waters sparked Sayre’s palate with new desires. His thirst was no longer restricted to mortal blood, but experimentation proved that exposure to the worldblood was fatal, destroying anyone who dared to consume it. The patriarch was determined to use the Well for himself, exhausting knowledge and resource until he found an answer.. His trials determined that virgin vessels could house the heavenly ichor in their blood for short amounts of time before falling to its power.
Then, for many unchallenged years, Sayre drank in his bounty of worldblood and grew his kingdom. If unchallenged, the Bloodborne King would ascend to god-hood.
The Divines recounted Sayre as a world-eater; too much of the raw mana coursed through his veins. His power was beginning to pollute the Well, corrupting the world that it grew. Mankind needed a solution, a savior. The Divines answered with Theolandra. She was an incarnation plucked from the cosmos, a celestial god-child molded by the hands of all seven creators. They forged her being to please Sayre’s every baser desire, to lure him toward demise. Heavenly ichor pulsed beneath her untouched porcelain skin.. and, oh, how he craved it.
The battle between good and evil raged under the heat of one hundred suns, and the cold stare of one hundred moons, neither pausing, each fighting for the purchase of ultimate victory. While the war marched onward, Theolandra began to pity her enemy. The world painted Sayre as an inhuman demon, but she saw the canvas beneath.. the bare truth of an empty man who had lost his way so long ago. Humanity's champion denounced her call to violence. Instead, she risked her chance at peace and offered to help Sayre in exchange for his surrender. Beauty did persuade the savage beast. Etirath, and the world, were liberated.
As promised, Sayre destroyed the horrendous monsters he created to scar the earth. His last act as cult leader dissolved the entirety of his following by drowning them with their own vulgar blood. But with Sayre's dictatorship at an end, the once-peaceful people of Etirath were left in ruin. Fear made them paranoid, waiting for another attack, and questioning their inclination toward the god-child that was sent to save them but instead pardoned their tormentor. Unease led to dissension. Conflicts and paltry skirmishes divided the had-been kingdom even further. Separated and leaderless, the citizens waited for extinction or destruction until Theolandra took them under her wing. Her words united the priests, rallied remaining soldiers, and consoled the broken families. She told them they were strong. Her speeches painted a new world over the chaos - a world of prosperity and inspiration, peace and safety.
Construction of a new Etirath began immediately, Theolandra the guiding force behind it with Sayre’s strength and pledged support at her back. With great faith and tribulation, the people rallied together under Theolandra and Sayre to rebuild their beloved kingdom better than before. For forty years - a period known as The Rebirth - the growing population erected their stone masterpiece of the mountains. Their presence was recognized across neighboring realms far and wide, inviting all walks of life. The influx of settlers brought a renaissance of culture, art, and magic that would sculpt the community..
Ten years have passed since The Rebirth. This is where your story in Etirath begins. Welcome home.
Vladimir Sayre, the Bloodborne King, found his origins in the hotbeds of a bloodthirsty cult - with members that took turns drinking from each other’s bodies. They covered themselves in the red dress by cutting deep wounds into their wrists, thighs, abdomens, and necks. Blades exchanged veins as tongues exchanged mouths. Bleeding forms pressed against one another in crimson ecstasy, but none were more fueled by bloodlust than Sayre. One, two, even three at a time would gorge themselves on his generous veins. Self-proclaimed Ancient Ones, too scarred and horrid to participate, encircled the madness with dark chants. His bare, naked body was their prized instrument of pain and pleasure during the ceremonial orgies.
Sayre's body was quickly defaced with deep scars; his blood spilled by the gallons. The hungry mortal had abandoned his humanity and become a demon, preserved only through the cult’s ritualistic sacrifices. Virgins, children, strong men and succulent women - he took their lives for his own twisted gain. His devilish promise was not overlooked. Sayre would be baptized in the lifeblood of the cult's leader, ascending to command while his predecessor joined ranks with the Ancients. But the night took a fateful turn when the trickle that fell from wrinkled wrists could not satisfy the thirsty prodigy. He drank from the elder until his veins were dry. When he demanded more, he sapped every ounce of life from the Ancient Ones as well. In one horrifically sanguine night, Sayre devoured the old order and replaced it with a new hierarchy - himself alone at the top, unmatched and uncontested.
Under Sayre's selfish guidance and sway the cult evolved, expanding their powerful reach across countryside and kingdom alike. Their new patriarch became an anomaly, breeding unquenchable monsters capable of draining entire realms and eliminating anyone in their path. Soon, their ravenous course toward ascendancy crossed into the Kingdom of Etirath…
In its infancy, Etirath was a congregation of devout followers, worshippers of Sympati. The small population lived and died with one shared objective: to protect Sympati's Well, a Divine gift hidden within the rocky face of their mountain home. From it spilled an ever-flowing sacred spring that fed every ocean and pumped worldblood – pure mana left behind by the Divines, the primal source of all magic and life – into the earth. Ages passed and the small group matured into a humble kingdom of practicing mages and priests, ruled by a generous leader whose meek nature would quickly erase his name from history. Their future seemed painted with peace, but they were no match for Sayre’s army. The bloody tyrant conquered Etirath with ease, naming himself king and torturing his new citizens until they revealed the location of the Divine gift.
The holy waters sparked Sayre’s palate with new desires. His thirst was no longer restricted to mortal blood, but experimentation proved that exposure to the worldblood was fatal, destroying anyone who dared to consume it. The patriarch was determined to use the Well for himself, exhausting knowledge and resource until he found an answer.. His trials determined that virgin vessels could house the heavenly ichor in their blood for short amounts of time before falling to its power.
Then, for many unchallenged years, Sayre drank in his bounty of worldblood and grew his kingdom. If unchallenged, the Bloodborne King would ascend to god-hood.
The Divines recounted Sayre as a world-eater; too much of the raw mana coursed through his veins. His power was beginning to pollute the Well, corrupting the world that it grew. Mankind needed a solution, a savior. The Divines answered with Theolandra. She was an incarnation plucked from the cosmos, a celestial god-child molded by the hands of all seven creators. They forged her being to please Sayre’s every baser desire, to lure him toward demise. Heavenly ichor pulsed beneath her untouched porcelain skin.. and, oh, how he craved it.
The battle between good and evil raged under the heat of one hundred suns, and the cold stare of one hundred moons, neither pausing, each fighting for the purchase of ultimate victory. While the war marched onward, Theolandra began to pity her enemy. The world painted Sayre as an inhuman demon, but she saw the canvas beneath.. the bare truth of an empty man who had lost his way so long ago. Humanity's champion denounced her call to violence. Instead, she risked her chance at peace and offered to help Sayre in exchange for his surrender. Beauty did persuade the savage beast. Etirath, and the world, were liberated.
As promised, Sayre destroyed the horrendous monsters he created to scar the earth. His last act as cult leader dissolved the entirety of his following by drowning them with their own vulgar blood. But with Sayre's dictatorship at an end, the once-peaceful people of Etirath were left in ruin. Fear made them paranoid, waiting for another attack, and questioning their inclination toward the god-child that was sent to save them but instead pardoned their tormentor. Unease led to dissension. Conflicts and paltry skirmishes divided the had-been kingdom even further. Separated and leaderless, the citizens waited for extinction or destruction until Theolandra took them under her wing. Her words united the priests, rallied remaining soldiers, and consoled the broken families. She told them they were strong. Her speeches painted a new world over the chaos - a world of prosperity and inspiration, peace and safety.
Construction of a new Etirath began immediately, Theolandra the guiding force behind it with Sayre’s strength and pledged support at her back. With great faith and tribulation, the people rallied together under Theolandra and Sayre to rebuild their beloved kingdom better than before. For forty years - a period known as The Rebirth - the growing population erected their stone masterpiece of the mountains. Their presence was recognized across neighboring realms far and wide, inviting all walks of life. The influx of settlers brought a renaissance of culture, art, and magic that would sculpt the community..
Ten years have passed since The Rebirth. This is where your story in Etirath begins. Welcome home.