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Thanks EE.
Now, this one is sort of a companion piece to Colours Fade. Not in any technical sense, there weren’t inspired by the same thing or even use the same style, but more in feeling. I suppose there are some similarities, gradient backgrounds, same tear technique, but really the connection is meant to be emotional.
Ok, last of the series now. This one you can really tell I’ve been reading Tolkien by the design.
In the beginning, there was only darkness. But in one moment, something very unusual happened. A light appeared in the black, and that light grew, driving back the darkness, creating life where before there was none and taking the form of land and forming from its soil creatures and plants. It created people, beings of light, near formless, pure spirit, life incarnate. But the darkness fought back. It took the form of a great black figure, Maldarath, and strode across the land of the light in the ancient times of the world, destroying the lights influence, warping and twisting those borne of the light into its own image, creating differences between the children of its adversary, forming divisions between them, taking the most deviant strain under his control and forming the first army of Gremlins. However, the light was more cunning than the darkness thought. It brought forth its final gift, hope, and so the children of the light fought back against Maldarath, forcing his Gremlins into the wilder lands and destroying Maldarath’s body, placing a powerful enchantment around the land that the light could still sustain. Thus was formed EtherWorld.
However, Maldarath still survived. Weak, barely a shadow, he clung onto life amongst the scattered remnants of his army. For thousands of years he waited, until he was found. A young Elven prince, banished by his own people for dark crimes, stumbled across the resting place of the champion of darkness and Maldarath saw his chance. How easily the Elven prince was suduced and Maldarath found himself a disciple who he could use, magically powerful enough for Maldarath to sustain himself on his mana and start to rebuild his body, and his army, in preparation for his second war. Because now the light had dimmed, the darkness was returning.
Many hundreds of years ago, there was Prince of Elves, a powerful sorcerer, his name lost in the mists of time but known by many as The Valdarian. His story has long since slipped into myth, a cautionary tale told to Elflings to warn them about the dangers of misusing magic. However, it is not a myth, The Valdarian is real, and he has waited for centuries. Banished from Castaryl and EtherWorld proper by an ancient King for practicing the darkest magics known to Elven kind, held within the Black Scrolls in the Elder Vault, a section forbidden to all except by consent from the three Lords of the three races. The Valdarian only escaped a harsher punishment by fleeing his prison, knowing that whilst the King lived, his death was assured by an enchantment should he ever return. So The Valdarian ventured to the East, beyond the very boarders of EtherWorld, into the wilder lands, amongst the Gremlins and the dragons. Whilst he was travelling, he discovered something. His magic awakened a dark and ancient power, a power which latched its self onto The Valdarian and gave him powerful magic that he could not have imagined or discovered, even looking in the Black Scrolls. The power extended The Valdarian’s life and he served it, sustaining it with his blood and gathering together the forces of darkness, for a war against all that is good and pure in EtherWorld.
Derpy (Joinin’ ya there buddy
. Oh and before anyone says anything about derogatory names, it’s the name of a character in the show)
. Oh and before anyone says anything about derogatory names, it’s the name of a character in the show)