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The Racial War Saga, is set in the fantasy world named Reality, as designed by A.J. O’Connell.   1,500 years after the War of the Gods (WoG) and the merging of Citadel and Bastion, the humans have embraced their history, rediscovered their roots and taken it upon themselves to enslave the other, 'lesser' races.  Welcome to the Reality page of the Racial War Saga Website.  Here you can learn about the histories of the races within the Realm of Reality before you join A.J. O’Connell in this action-packed, high intensity adventure world where nothing is predictable.  Anything can happen!  Against mighty races with various evolutions such as Elves, Dwarves, Merloch, Fialt, Marichoa, Drakes and Halflings do the Humans of Citadel stand a chance?  Can the empire of power-hungry humans triumph against the lesser, scattered races?  Will the humans challenge even the gods themselves?  Below is a brief excerpt from the Archon, a book written by the seven most powerful theologians in the world, immediately after the War of the Gods tore the worlds apart, and edited by the mysterious atheist Tyvonis.  Here you can discover how the gods themselves were created, read excerpts from the Archon and learn all about the origins of the prime races of Reality.  Read on and enjoy the adventure!

The following is written in metal tablets on the walls of every Mountain Dwarf city: 

ERE BE THE HISTORIES OF YUR PEOPLE.  ALL DWARVES MUST KNOW THAR ORIGINS.

History of Gorlund, First Mountain Dwarf King

From the Archon 
Nothingness without presence or solidarity was, in the beginning, the very absence of existence.  Realization of non-existence conceived the beginning and at the beginning, Time commenced. From Darkness arose Light in the form of an infinitely size-less chasm of silvery luminescence.  From the gleaming river of seamless Light arrived color as shades of darkness flitted with the new revelations and altered Light’s pure path.  The void of soundless emptiness became apparent and the first tune existed as color strummed harmonic balance into substance. 
All was in Order until Darkness flirted too closely with the musical colors and a single discordant note created Chaos.  In the maelstrom of Chaos which quickly spun out of control, Spite, Hate, Fear and Deceit tore through the cosmic fabric of being. 
 

In response, a flood of Order brought about the presence of Love, Trust, Honor and Faith to answer the deafening imbalance of anarchistic Chaos.  Amidst the turmoil of the two opposing entities of Order and Chaos, Balance was born.  The formless concepts of Order, Chaos and Balance altered in their indifferences into coherent thought and from those Prime Three grew their derivations which also took the intangible form of thought. 

 

Slowly, thoughts became existence in physical form which spread as the universe grew solid and corporeal.  Random thoughts of insubstantial essences from similar occurrences with minor alterations to the seeds of creativity split the universe into several alternate realities.  Those separate realities created dimension and the existing intangible derivations of thought continuously slipped between one dimensional reality or several at will.  Often, they would exist in several simultaneously at but a whim of conscious thought. 

 

Such powerful diversity throughout created a new evolution of Chaos and the degradation of Balance.  Heeding the signs and warnings which threatened to offset the cosmic equilibrium, Order extended its reach and fashioned dimensional stability.  Accountability was forced into the control of single bodies, the delegation of order established, those bodies were henceforth known as gods.  Order continued to realign and correct the imbalance by providing gods sentience and solidarity within their respective realms of delegation.  Their knowledge was boundless, their wisdom eternal though tainted by their personal masteries, their caged boundaries, and in their creation, their jealousy was infinite. 

 

Innumerable gods existed though each was limited to a single liability of which they were the master.  Though they were limited to particular existence, the gods were able to traverse the dimensional byways and rifts in order to craft, correct and nurture their specific areas of responsibility.  With so many conscious presences a new hierarchy was fashioned and at the top was Creation. 

  

From the creator, Elavarion, two worlds came to exist and they were Bastion and Citadel.  In one dimensional reality Elavarion created the elves on Bastion and the humans on Citadel.  Then in other dimensional realities Elavarion fashioned the dwarves, the fialt, the merloch and halflings.  In still more realities Elavarion designed the nagari, the orcs and all of life which was needed for the prime races to survive.  As homage to his angelic dragons, Elavarion created the drakes in their image to follow and love their dragon idols.  Finally, together with D’Aryasia, the Goddess of Love and Protection, and Ravina Estarra the Timewarden, Elavarion was able to conceive free will and bestow it upon the mortals within the twin planets of all realities.

  

With the knowledge of the existence of gods and their divine powers, the races of Bastion quickly took to worship and prayer to show their gratitude and appreciation of life as granted them by the gods.  All the while, Citadel remained untouched by divine aegis, and no intervention was allowed.  However gradually, Elavarion allowed the other gods to answer prayers in his stead.  It quickly became apparent that those gods grew stronger within the hierarchy as they received not only worship of their own from mortal purveyors, but the souls of those who worshipped in life, when their mortal coils failed.  In exchange for worship, and spreading the gospel of a particular god, the mortal rewards were divine boons during life, eternal salvation after death and acceptance, upon mortal death, into the otherworldly realms of their preferred deities.

The other, lesser gods begged and pleaded with Elavarion to allow Citadel to learn of the gods and engage in worship as had Bastion.  Their requests fell on deaf ears as Elavarion refused them outright.  For the god of Creation was jealous of the worship to those he had allowed to assist him.  Once they had gathered their followers, Elavarion discovered that he could not deter the mortals; free will had dominance over Creation alone, and the mortals could not be dissuaded so easily.  So greedily, Elavarion observed the humans of Citadel in dark fascination as they suffered through their lives without divine interventions or magic or even knowledgeable certainty of a greater existence.

 

In rebellion of Elavarion’s wishes, the lesser gods would visit themselves upon Bastion and walk among the people to show Elavarion the greatness of his creations and to prove that all mortals should be allowed to worship the gods.  When liabilities of gods called for their absence among the mortals, they would create avatars as placeholders for them; physical entities second only in power to the gods themselves who would grant boons and answer prayers.  Citadel yet remained untouched by divinity.

  

Finally, as mortal procreative urges peaked and more worshippers were brought into the folds, the gods grew even more powerful and Elavarion’s reign was challenged.  The jealous gods, specifically those hungry for more power, rebelled against Elavarion.  They stopped at nothing to feed their lustful greed for more souls of the free-willed.  As the rebellion built momentum, the gods of Order and those of Chaos separated into opposing factions that would rip the cosmos apart.  It was then that the War of the Gods began… ~Magginvile

War of the Gods

Power divine exploded with unbridled fury through the cosmos.  For the first time since the conception of divine life, oppositions collided in true conflict.  During their conception there existed opposites, and intersecting poles of differing realizations but when Kargonis pulled his demonic plane too close to the first two worlds in existence, reality simply was not prepared.  In a smoke of absolute emptiness Kargonis slid his formlessness between Citadel and Bastion then reached his arms out and took hold of the Elavarion's roots.  Barrimauler coiled around D'Aryasia a distraction which cost the lives of sixty lesser gods, for Hacto'Fel's white-hot chariot roiled the heavens as he blazed through the starless sky.  Herteus'Cel Eres, Archadian the Battle-lord descended on his mother's detainer and with the Son's Sword of Righteousness the serpentine Barrimauler was no more.  Seechricht moved to receive what was his, some deal in the shadows of the realms had been struck between the deceiver and the serpent.  Upon the serpent's death, Seechricht accepted his prize.

Rydenna's rotted, fleshless soul arrived in the wake of Cielius' silver and red streams of twisted light.  D'Aryasia smiled to see him until he screamed incoherently at her, accused her of lies and betrayal then stroked his clawed appendages down her face, her throat and her bosom.  The protector was unharmed though she was once again distracted.  Kargonis' great black tendrils ripped apart the Vine of Life, the blood of the creator which fed Bastion and Citadel and maintained the possibility of life on the twin planets.  Archadian, the god of warriors, accompanied by a million other deities fought with Kargonis and his dark minions.  Stone and fire, water and ice, celestial body collided with divine wrath in cosmic grandeur until brilliant stars and dead masses of floating debris littered the nothingness that once was the beginning.  When the Warriors of Order led by the blazing son's sword did finally force Kargonis and the darkness into hiding, Citadel and Bastion drifted near.  As life depleted on the only two planets, the battling gods quickly depleted their energies and the weaker gods, those lower in the hierarchy of power were the first to die. 

Hacto'Fel burned a blazing trail through the sky into the planet of Citadel, where the gods had not been permitted.  Templora the Nightmist became a gray stain in the sky, burned from her divine existence by Caffal Windbreath's own molten solar comet coffin; far away from the worlds of Citadel and Bastion where existence had been forgotten.  The two worlds drew nearer, their pieces flaked away and fell toward each other then smashed apart.  The souls of both worlds screamed as millions died.  Elavarion sent his dragons to the world then to save the mortals.  Archadian returned victorious though alone, is warriors were dead and Kargonis was imprisoned.  Seechricht watched as Elavarion's broken heart reached out to his son, Archadian but his powers faltered.  With his dragons dispersed the deceiver made a pact to be keeper of Kargonis' prison in exchange for the souls of those dragons who died upon the planets surfaces.  In disbelief, Elavarion agreed, for both planets would soon be destroyed.

As the worlds of mortals brushed together, their end inevitable, Vik'Torr the Valorous Scholar arose, beaten and weakened.  Archadian had believed him dead at the hands of Kargonis' minions yet with his beard of stars, his hair of numbers and his gem-sack full of runes... Vik'Torr hurled his own body between Citadel and Bastion.  Dimensions pulled into the center of the war melded with Vik'Torr, realities merged into unfinished puzzles as Citadel and Bastion became the center of existence.  As quickly as the world would have been destroyed, had it been saved.  Vik'Torr's love for language and numbers dispersed from his gem-sack as his essence adhered the twins together in the sky. 

Furious, Ravina Estarra appeared amidst the first river of time.  Silver, starry streams of shifting thought appeared and the remaining divine beings understood her immediate decree.  "The war is ended.  After this moment, no god will ever again touch the world below by their own hand.  Only the faiths may be answered and only the undying servants may appear via the plentiful faithful.  Fear my word as you cherish your existence or all memory of your liabilities will be forever unknown."

Determined and bloodthirsty, Rydenna the Rotted lifted the broken body of Treggalythori, the Colored One above her head.  In defiance of Ravina Estarra's threat, the Rot-Queen did cast down Treggalythori and the rainbow wake trailed behind as she plummeted into the new world.  The power imbued by Treggalythori's Rainbow Braid breathed new life into the one world which was two.  Even as Treggalythori died, the convergence of all dimensional realities lived and the axis of the world became Treggalythori's wake, the Rainbow Braid. 

Ravina Estarra would not be challenged.  She gazed upon Rydenna's uncontrolled hate and banished her from the Greater Realms.  As the new Reality was saved, it was in pieces, broken and unwhole.  As punishment, Rydenna was banished into the world within a temporal nether which would heal the wounded planet.  Rydenna's powers were not weak however, and her mere presence would decay the nether of her imprisonment so Ravina Estarra linked the prison with the Rainbow Braid.  Rydenna's reformatory became a Rainbow Vortex of temporal change which would appear and disappear randomly throughout the world.  As her rot would overpower the barriers of her confinement, Ravina Estarra's dominion over time would in essence, reset it by starting anew, elsewhere and often enough... elsewhen.

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The Condemnation of Orinis’Thas

"Orinis'Thas raised his hands high into the air and spoke as if to the heavens themselves, his eyes were silver and his body floated, though his wings did not churn." 

 ~Cater to the poisoned and adhere to the vile, for world disorder will be cured by the wicked.  When the toils of mortals undo words of Gods, the Realms will twine together.  At their center will stand the child of Balance and Decay.  Layers of lies upon timeless honor will hold sway to the restorer as he faces the undoer within Ravista's Clutch.  But peace is a gentle lamb in a world of wolves as the avowed atheists come unto dominion.  When the circle begins anew, Flock to Ravina Estarra's Eternal Chosen, even in death, for there you will find knives to cut it. "

 ...and as the young apostle wrapped his arms and wings against his body, with the sinew of Gilthionese-hesh, Orinis'Thas leapt into the Pit of Righteousness; a hole, known by all, without end.  So ends the Book of Orinis'Thas."  

 Below is a secret excerpt from Awakenings...  (click and drag your mouse to highlight the text)

           Derryn dropped the hammer that he had been dragging and fell to a knee before Brohm then shook his head.  The loose jowls under his wrinkled bluish-white chin wobbled as he spoke, “I cannot say for certain, but they… they feed on the dead.”  He looked up helplessly.  “They are too fast to see, and they linger by the bodies,” he pointed towards the eerie light, “there.”

           Brohm followed the old dwarf’s finger with his eyes and watched several black blurs moving, as if they were displaced shadows from the ghostly purple light.  The spellweaver recognized the motions, released his hold on the Red and gripped a handful of the vibrating Blue Braid.  There was only one way to beat a creature that moved as those blurs did, and that was to move as fast as or even faster than them. 

          “They don’t come near me though,” said Derryn with a tad more strength in his voice, “not while I have this,” still on his knees, the Frost Dwarf reached out and painstakingly hefted the shaft of the hammer he had dropped.  “They respect Cerulean Fist!”

           Brohm did not look back but instead, channeled the winding Blue through his body and allowed a steely band of Orange to join with it before he wrapped it around himself quickly as the spell came to fruition in his fingers.  A brief sensation of being shaken overwhelmed him, as if someone were grabbing his shoulders and trying to wake him from a deep sleep.  After the initial feeling passed, Brohm stroked the Red through his fingertips and stepped out into the light.  He turned then and watched as his four companions and Derryn moved slowly as if hindered by a thick soupy fog.

           With deliberately slow and exaggerated tones Brohm said, “Stay here,” then turned back towards the glowing purple light and the wraiths surrounding it.

           Three shadows looked up from nearby Frost Dwarf corpses as if they were just lying within the empty shells resting.  The wraiths were black and purple, with a strange silver lining that passed through and around their bodies.  They somewhat resembled the dwarf bodies that they were lying in and Brohm’s heart sank as the nearest one floated up, out of the corpse.  Long, dagger like fingers extended from the shapeless spirit of the dead Frost Dwarf and the face contorted into something hideous.  The dwarf-like features melted away into frenzied rage as the creature came at him. 

            The stretched talons dug into his magical barrier and then snapped back as one of the Redrings swirling slowly around Brohm stung it.  The wraith looked at him as if scorched and Brohm could only grit his teeth, knowing what he must do.  The memory of the lesson Bargiss had taught him so many years before came crashing back to the forefront of his thoughts.  He had hoped to never have to use his magic to banish spirits, but Bargiss warned him that there were such creatures in the world.  More of the wraiths began to rise up from the corpses of dwarves scattered all throughout the hall.  Still Brohm waited and slowly manipulated the Red, Violet and Yellow together as the wraiths floated towards him.  He watched with cheerless determination as their sad, ghastly faces changed and they arrowed into his barrier and Redrings.  Before long, a great cloud of them hovered around him menacingly though few would attempt to penetrate his painful defenses.  They looked on as if they knew that his spell would eventually end and they waited for it like vultures eagerly anticipating the expiration of a lost desert traveler. 

             With poignant regret, Brohm extended both of his hands high into the air; the jagged Red arced between them and splayed across his fingertips.  Slowly, he allowed the radiant Yellow to pool out of him and hidden within were tiny threads of Violet.  Gradually a globe of shimmering energy solidified around the apparitions who drifted nearer and nearer to Brohm, drawn to the Red playing across his fingers and hands like moths to a flame.  As the globe solidified, it sealed them inside, trapped with him.  Tears streaked down the spellweaver’s face as he looked around the chamber through the translucent globe at all the corpses.  He knew that foul magic had kept these spirits from joining their gods, and he knew that a dark heart had set these guardians in place, though for whatever reasons he could not fathom.  Brohm had given up on his faith not long after leaving his tenure with the Headmaster.  He felt spread too thin giving his life to his spellweaving studies and working as ambassador to the city, yet he felt it was his responsibility, his burden, even his duty to Bargiss and to Derryn’s people to set them free. 

               Brohm lowered his hands to his sides, the arcing Red sprayed outward and the force of the slicing tendrils lifted his body into the center of the globe.  Hundreds of lashing crimson lightening charges lanced out from his body and tore through the throng of wraiths.  Several of the bolts hammered into the orb surrounding him and rebounded throughout until they struck a spirit.  The piercing wail of dying souls echoed through his heart and beat at his values.  Several of the creatures attempted to flee but when they crashed into the protective globe, the Violet flared to life and those spirits broke apart into particles of silver, purple and black. 

The Yellow and Violet sphere faded along with the last of the wraiths leaving Brohm to stand alone amongst an army of hollow corpses.  He placed his hands on his head and fell to his knees.  He had come here to enlist the aid of the Frost Dwarves, to beg them to join him in battling a demon that had come to Reality.  Those same souls that he had just destroyed were the very ones he was trying to help.

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