Phoenix
12-08-2009, 08:06 PM
It's kind of a story I'm working on to rewrite and combine my ideas of what I used to actually think was reality into a story.
If you guys like it, I've got a bit more, if you don't I'll just shut up.
The emperor awoke to another typical day in the everlasting rut that was the empire of Xuipani. The sky was as black as usual, with the usual purple ion streaks and dirty yellow bolts of lightning painting the otherwise unnoticeable sky. The circular island, the only perfect thing about this particular god-forsaken barracks of Hell, was still unnoticeably, and inexplicably falling at a constant rate of six thousand miles per hour down a complete void. Xuipani was still tucked behind its celestial veil, a boundary separating it from any societies it may infect and kill like the virus that it is. The people of Xuipani, the Xuip, were all performing their daily sacrificial ritual on their fellow Xuip, for the blood on their walls had dried.
At the time, Xuinox, our emperor, was only of fifteen years of age since his sudden decision to exist. Xuinox was about twenty feet tall, and was a color that resembles a mix of maroon and blood. His figure consisted of the head of a dragon, a body that resembles hollow sandstone, and, however strange as it may seem, crystalline legs that form a point and resembled the crescent moon. For everything but his legs, Xuinox resembled the average Xuip. Xuinox was but two when he led a rebellion consisting of every Xuip in Xuipani against its last dreadful ruler.
When the last emperor died, he left behind a library on the topic of magic that would rival the library at Alexandria. Such a large amount of information, which the last emperor had left behind, could feasibly destroy the universe. After several months, Xuinox finally broke the hex that had previously sealed the lake of knowledge. Inside, Xuinox found information on an academy of the omnipotent. Xuinox had found his path to invulnerability.
Early the next morning, if indeed one can call a constant state of a cloudy midnight morning, Xuinox loaded his warship and headed for Kulalka IV. Upon arriving on Kulalka IV, Xuinox discovered the ruins of a university, buried under a sea of sand. Another excavation was necessary.
After several weeks, the university was finally uncovered. Xuinox entered the university only to find that what was thought of as sand was in all reality was a dust which creates an effect comparable to cryogenics without freezing. In short, it was a suspension dust. When all the dust was cleared out, the university of Ternxtra was able to resume as usua.l.
Ternxtra is an ancient mystic art. Although you may think of the mystic arts as one, there are many mystic arts which form a hierarchy of power. At the bottom is Xasi, a very form of magic which is limited to healing spells and very basic defense spells. Above that is Zarvitsa, a form of magic that can heal, but also has the potential to destroy a planet or small star. At the very top are the levels of Ternxtra, a form of magic lost to knowledge for thousands of years. Ternxtra is not only capable of resurrecting a body from simple molecules, but also of destroying the entire multiverse if placed in the wrong hands. One who wields Ternxtra is expressed as a Ternxtran of a certain amount of degrees. At its base, a first degree Ternxatran can not even teleport. At the top of the university’s scale, a tenth degree Ternxtran could do the worst and destroy the universe. If, however, by some odd chance a Ternxtran reaches the forbidden level eleven and is crossed, all one can do is pray, and even the might of the Almighty Himself may still not save you.
With the secret of Ternxtra in the hands of the wicked Xuinox, one might expect the story to end there. Xuinox, however, is not interested in killing, rather enslavement.
If you guys like it, I've got a bit more, if you don't I'll just shut up.
The emperor awoke to another typical day in the everlasting rut that was the empire of Xuipani. The sky was as black as usual, with the usual purple ion streaks and dirty yellow bolts of lightning painting the otherwise unnoticeable sky. The circular island, the only perfect thing about this particular god-forsaken barracks of Hell, was still unnoticeably, and inexplicably falling at a constant rate of six thousand miles per hour down a complete void. Xuipani was still tucked behind its celestial veil, a boundary separating it from any societies it may infect and kill like the virus that it is. The people of Xuipani, the Xuip, were all performing their daily sacrificial ritual on their fellow Xuip, for the blood on their walls had dried.
At the time, Xuinox, our emperor, was only of fifteen years of age since his sudden decision to exist. Xuinox was about twenty feet tall, and was a color that resembles a mix of maroon and blood. His figure consisted of the head of a dragon, a body that resembles hollow sandstone, and, however strange as it may seem, crystalline legs that form a point and resembled the crescent moon. For everything but his legs, Xuinox resembled the average Xuip. Xuinox was but two when he led a rebellion consisting of every Xuip in Xuipani against its last dreadful ruler.
When the last emperor died, he left behind a library on the topic of magic that would rival the library at Alexandria. Such a large amount of information, which the last emperor had left behind, could feasibly destroy the universe. After several months, Xuinox finally broke the hex that had previously sealed the lake of knowledge. Inside, Xuinox found information on an academy of the omnipotent. Xuinox had found his path to invulnerability.
Early the next morning, if indeed one can call a constant state of a cloudy midnight morning, Xuinox loaded his warship and headed for Kulalka IV. Upon arriving on Kulalka IV, Xuinox discovered the ruins of a university, buried under a sea of sand. Another excavation was necessary.
After several weeks, the university was finally uncovered. Xuinox entered the university only to find that what was thought of as sand was in all reality was a dust which creates an effect comparable to cryogenics without freezing. In short, it was a suspension dust. When all the dust was cleared out, the university of Ternxtra was able to resume as usua.l.
Ternxtra is an ancient mystic art. Although you may think of the mystic arts as one, there are many mystic arts which form a hierarchy of power. At the bottom is Xasi, a very form of magic which is limited to healing spells and very basic defense spells. Above that is Zarvitsa, a form of magic that can heal, but also has the potential to destroy a planet or small star. At the very top are the levels of Ternxtra, a form of magic lost to knowledge for thousands of years. Ternxtra is not only capable of resurrecting a body from simple molecules, but also of destroying the entire multiverse if placed in the wrong hands. One who wields Ternxtra is expressed as a Ternxtran of a certain amount of degrees. At its base, a first degree Ternxatran can not even teleport. At the top of the university’s scale, a tenth degree Ternxtran could do the worst and destroy the universe. If, however, by some odd chance a Ternxtran reaches the forbidden level eleven and is crossed, all one can do is pray, and even the might of the Almighty Himself may still not save you.
With the secret of Ternxtra in the hands of the wicked Xuinox, one might expect the story to end there. Xuinox, however, is not interested in killing, rather enslavement.