Redingard

HelixWizard · @Redingard

28th Feb 2014 from TwitLonger

@ Nulgath #Oversoul Re-submission with updated stuffles.

Alright, here's a collaboration entry. Credit to DeathGuard for the amazing art, story and idea by me.

IGN: Redingard

Name: Cyrano Blodgharm

Rank: Master/Legendary

Element: Water and Energy

Appearance: http://d3j5vwomefv46c.cloudfront.net/photos/large/804753911.jpg?1377907757 or
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Backstory: At the peak of creation, the world was in disarray. With no sense of order or dissonance, everything was merely nothing. So, the world tried to fix itself with the birth of a god. Going by the name of Chaos, he was fueled by discord and hatred, feasting on the emotions of fledglings and their actions. And so, the world was plunged into darkness and sorrow. Again, the world was in disarray. And yet again, it made another god. Harmony, who taught the fledglings the meaning of order. Likewise, she gained her power through order and the kindness of the fledglings. The two gods were evenly matched, and dealt out their powers in equal measures. Without one or the other, nothing would take their place. But together, it functioned. This is where Cyrano's journey begun.

Cyrano started off as a simple, young and outgoing water mage and priest, appeasing to Chaos in whatever way he could. Many feared the god, blaming him for their strife and hardships. They turned to Harmony, hoping she would ease their pain. While there were many other gods, Chaos actually helped the world with keeping the balance. Too much order, and the world would not know the struggle of life. What good is it when you learn nothing, everything being a breeze? This is what Chaos strives for. Whether it was mere prayer or animal sacrifices, Cyrano was one of the few that praised the god for his actions.

Over the years, he was well regarded in ambiguous ways. In his own world, he became an Arch Mage and a Summoner, a revered magical art. His knowledge was unbound, and his wisdom unmatched. The Summoner grew as a Hydromancer as well, being able to bend the world around him,t he world's most abundant resource his to control. He even mingled in the other schools of destruction magic as well, being able to send out weak jolts of energy at will. Cyrano also advanced in his own religious sects. Brought up on the stories of the constant push and pull of harmony and dissonance, Cyrano came to worship the two deities. Chaos was quite the narcissist, and the Summoner was one of his greatest devotees. At this point, the mage was a grown man. His faith never wavered, and his words held steadfast. He even converted most of the world to the idea that Chaos was to be revered, not shunned. Saying that Harmony could not exist without its opposite and that there is nothing to fear, the timid people of the world embraced the Summoner's words. It became a renowned religion, rivaling even those that praised Harmony.

Thus, Cyrano advanced into the elderly age. The Summoner advanced as the greatest preacher of Chaos and one of the most powerful Conjurers and Hydromancers, able to summons lesser hydras and water elementals with due concentration. While most Conjurers can barely summons a pathetic demon or familiar, the Arch Mage was able to put their skill to shame and even out on a dazzling show with his Hydromancy. On top of this, Cyrano's skills in the other schools flourished as well. Shock storms or fireballs took quite the toll, but the payoff was well worth it. Cyrano's devotion to Chaos led him to become a prophet. Chaos wasn't one for meaningless whelps who threw themselves at him, like those who would seek protection or freedom, but he could tell that Cyrano was unique. His dedication was evident, and the deity said that the Summoner could become even stronger. He invited the Arch Mage to his own domain, seeking to make Cyrano his apprentice. He readily agreed.

Under his guidance, the Summoner became a strange sort of demi-god. He ceased to age, and his abilities accelerated at an astounding rate. At this point, Cyrano could summon some of the most fearsome creatures the world had to offered. The Arch Mage's conjuring abilities allowed him to summon the most fearsome creatures, ranging from greater hydras to storm thralls, the priest brimmed with power while he served the god. Many years continued to pass, and he learned how to keep balance in the world. By his side, Chaos became powerful and unruly. The centuries passed, and the world was the essence of perfection, the balance no longer in Harmony's constant favor.

However, Chaos began to see minute point in an apprentice. As of now, he was capable of keeping the balance without any help, since he was no longer at a disadvantage. Even if he had finesse and wit, who was Cyrano compared to Chaos? Even his own sect had no use for the Summoner. Cyrano, too, grew weary of serving the balance. The Summoner's devotion never faded, but his spirit in life had. The mere pleasantries of life were preferable to hearing to the constant bashing of whelps and fledglings, trying his best to quell the tide of dissonance and calm.

So the two came up with a contract, if you would. Cyrano would go back to being a mortal, living out the rest of his days as an adventurer. In return, he'd go to a new world, one where he could start over and make his ow way in life, without having to look back. They browsed the world, seeking out the one perfect for the Summoner. Nearly all of them were unremarkable; dull, boring, and filed to the brim with pathetic mortals struggling for power. But then, the duo stumbled upon one world outside of their own. Unchained, unbound, and not living by the rules set by the gods, it lived in its own dimension. The balance of harmony and discord was completely wrong; the perfect place for Cyrano to adventure in. So, he did just that.

Knowing that it would be a one-way trip, considering how it lived outside of the barriers of their own world, Cyrano said his farewells. His job as prophet and Arch Mage was done; it was time to start from scratch. Now, he could only summon the common beasts of the world, ranging from lycanthropes to lesser elementals. But for some reason, his hydra, Lecrato, stayed by his side. Not following the normal laws of the realms, Lecrato acted as Cyrano's vigilant and dim-witted companion, a greater hydra to always protect him. Retaining only his wisdom, intellect, and a meager portion of his former power, the power he possessed before directly serving Chaos, he delved into the unknown world. The world of Oversoul.

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