Admin
Admin
Antall Innlegg : 244
Join date : 2012-06-27
 |  Subject: The Tale of the Two Brothers - Nygarth  Wed Jun 27, 2012 10:40 pm | |
| The Tale of the Two Brothers
Phelgas and Suxen
The known story about the Halls begins with Suxen. He was one of the children of vrykul that was said to have a curse bestowed upon them. Suxen was brought to the Eastern Kingdoms as infant, along with his brother Phelgas. They were those kind of twins that had no real resemblance, neither in looks or persona. Suxen was your average vrykul, only with the curse of being smaller (still vastly larger then todays human male). He was proud, honorable and fair. Phelgas was smaller then his brother, thin in an almost sick way. He did not seem to attract muscles as easy as your average vrykul. Ever since born he had seem different, silent, and at times his eyes shined of what looked like pure malice.
He seemed to lack sympathy to all living beings, and only really cared of his own well-being. Suxen and Phelgas was together with many other vrykul that seemed to carry the curse, moving through the Eastern Kingdom, until they found a place which seemed the most similar to the world they came from. Here they settled and created tribes, living on and creating their own families eventually. Even at this time they believed in a higher being then themselves, yet they could never express their beliefs proper. They believed that the souls of the passed lived on at some sort of plane, where they were beyond the sorrows and suffering of mortal flesh.
There was untold honors, that no one ever broke. Even if the tribes eventually split and found their own homes all across the lands, they all saw each others as brothers and sisters, always. For they had all come from vrykul father and mother, with a curse they yet knew not the meaning of. They respected the wildlife, and only took what was needed for their own survival, and they made sure to not disturb the balance anything more then necessary.
It was years after their first arrival, when Suxen and Phelgas were young men, that Phelgas was seeming to take on a stand where as he cared not of these things. He took from the wild more then he needed, and he spoiled the earth and grass without giving it as much as a thought. Their tribe quickly grew sick of his malicious behavior, and cast him out, to go live on his own or find a new tribe. Even though Suxen knew his brother was who he was, he missed him dearly. In years to pass Suxen became some form of an overhead for their tribe. His family was large and he had far over twenty children, and throughout all the tribes in the lands, he became more and more known as a leader of their kin, a fair, kind and generous leader who did not want anything else then the best for his kindred. It was told he did wonderful things to organize and aid his people. However, what became of Phelgas was always in his mind.
He knew his brother was alive somewhere.. And he was right indeed. Phelgas, the uncaring he became known as. He heard of his brothers success, he heard how liked his brother was. Jealousy eventually made him explore his true capabilities. He recruited people out of the tribes, bribing them with treasures, and trained what seemed an army almost. The purpose was to take over, nothing more or less. He wanted to be seen as an overhead, like his brother. He wanted the power.. But knew not that the power, come from good souls that does not really want power at all, but only want the best for their kin. Around the brothers fiftieth birthdays, Phelgas would march out with his army, slay and torture tribe after tribe, until they obeyed him. And he kept doing this until he reached the tribe which was led by Suxen, his brother. Suxen refused to give
in to Phelgas madness, begged him to reconsider his actions and stop.
But Phelgas would see no reasoning. They fought, the brothers, until they had both killed each others. The tribes lived on, and praised Suxen as a hero of their people, however, Phelgas legacy lived on also. He had ruined, corrupted the minds of the people..
Suxen and Phelgas were accompanied by each others at their death. They were both sat on a small boat that seemed to lead up to a castle, indescribably beautiful. By default, they entered the castle as the boat reached the plateau, up the stairs into a massive hall. Around a what seemed endlessly long table, massive vrykul men and women were sat, and all their attentions were turned to the entrance of the brothers. A man, that was sat close to the entrance, stood up. He seemed older then anything ever seen, yet it was incredible hard to see him, for he was almost completely consumed with light.
"Suxen, son of vrykul man and woman, your people will arise and create Kingdoms, heros and good in this world. You have shown us that you carry no curse, but a blessing. As such, you will be the beginning of our end. We are all old, Suxen. Our time as protectors are over, we are soon to become one with these halls, an eternal rest. You shall take our place, make sure your descendants keep on to your legacy of good and honor." The man put his massive hand on Suxens shoulder and smiled. Then he turned to Phelgas. "Phelgas, the uncaring. You are corrupt, your malice is the true curse. You have shown your people that evil can prevail, you have given them ideas that should not have been given. You are damned, and you will be for all eternities to come, until this world and all other worlds crumble into nothingness." The man pointed one finger at Phelgas, and while doing this it seemed as Phelgas was gradually disappearing, in front of all their eyes, until he was gone. Suxen turned his gaze to the man that had done this, his sad look questioning without words. "He is to remain in what will be known as the Void. He belong not with us. His legacy will live on, evil and malice has corrupted your people now. And they will follow him, just as they followed his example. The Void will be their punishment."
Suxen then became the head ancestor, as his fathers and mothers as said disappeared, leaving the future descendants destiny of protection into his hands. His brother Phelgas, was the first to be cast into the Void. His hate and anger grew into unexplainable masses, to a point where he himself changed into creature more then humanoid. His malice and will to destroy grew, and with this he found ways to bend and control the Void to certain points.
He became restless and wanted out, and as such he started to feed on the lost souls which were sent to the Void. Feeding on them in the belief that it would give him power, power that would grow until he would be able to get out of the Void and take over the worlds. The story of the Void creature, as they now called him was somehow found out by tribe-shamans and magicians whom had a certain, yet minimal access to the spirit-worlds. And the prophecy of the Void creature, that he would one day get out of his state, was told by mothers to their children to scare them into obedience. If it was actually a possibility, none really knew.. Not even Suxen himself.
(The tale of the two brothers is told with a few teachings in mind. Not only does it teach the Arathorian of the truth behind the Light and the Shadow, as supreme forces, but it tells them of the Ancestors. The Ancestors that govern everything they stand for. More deeply, this tale shows the Arathorian the source of evil in the world, and the source of good. It teaches of the afterlife, and what is expected of them in life by example of Suxen and entirely acts as one of the single most important tales of the ancient times.) | |
|
