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Izz and Zuree

 

 

IZZ and ZUREE

Izz of the Isles of Zollerzon the hero of our story, was a young man who was just on the threshold of life…barely beginning to navigate through that tricky limbo world of adulthood. He had become self dependent while still a boy; born an adventurer who went anywhere the four winds blew, into the unknown on a journey of self discovery, dreaming that someday he would be a great hero. Never, anywhere, at any time, had there ever been a young man quite like Izz. He was a giver, not a taker; the kind of person that never held back his own meal from anyone he knew was hungry.

Princess Zuree was the king and queen's only child. She was a rare young girl with a deep soul, as spirited as she was beautiful. She was the fairest maiden in all the land. At every opportunity she went out of her way to uplift the downtrodden and the less privileged. The moment Zuree stepped into a room she was noticed by all as she filled the space with her presence. She was a beauty adorned with the face of a flawless angel, and her body looked like that of a goddess, perfectly sculptured with soft round curves and angles. Her fathomless blue-green eyes were one in a million indescribably beautiful beyond words, beyond thoughts. Zuree's long beautiful blond hair swayed gently at her waist with every regal step she took. She was truly the most gorgeous among gorgeous women, as flawless as any physical human embodiment could be.

Izz was the kind of soul that lugged no burden of care upon him, which weary most other earthy lives, only the bare essentials of life . He blazed a trail through life solo, fearing little, and did his best to make each new day a wondrous adventure. He was an honorable young man, wise beyond his years, tall, and lean, with copper-toned skin, and thick, glossy raven hair that fell like a mane in curled waves around his handsome face and down to his shoulders. His physique was unmarred by any defects. He was in the prime of his physical strength, a perfect specimen, strong and healthy. Izz cared little for material wealth; all he had to offer was the knowledge of the lands he had traveled and a few tokens of their wonders. The only land he possessed was that that was caked on his boots. The only thing of true value that he owned was his own life, but he possessed what few men could boast , a pure heart, which deeply influenced his moral values. One might say that Izz was a rich—poor man that existed for the moment, and lived a full untroubled life. Yet if one looked deep enough, they would see that there in the depths beneath the layers was hidden a profound sadness in his soul. When Izz and Zuree first laid eyes upon the other, their mutual interests were drawn like magnets. Neither she nor he could quit staring at the other. They stared and studied each other in silence for what seemed like an eternal split second in time, unable to tear their eyes away, surrounded by forces of involuntary attractions, raising themselves to a peak at the speed of a mere heartbeat.

Izz was awestruck like a blind man whose sight had all at once been miraculously recovered. Izz's expression was accented with that of surprise and intrigue that flickered across his face like a man who did not even know the questions to the answers he now sought. He suddenly found himself lost in his mind where the sight of Princess Zuree drew him under its tow and availed him no escape. She was the only one that had ever truly smitten him, she was the mirror image of his dream angel.

Zuree was betrothed to Rizan, promised when she was still but a child. Rizan was the reigning Totalitarian champion of champions, the youngest king in the realm, and King Ozzdon hoped that Rizan would someday be his successor. Zuree had nothing against marriage, but she was not sure she was ready to commitment to anyone just yet.

When Zuree first laid eyes on Izz she could not keep herself from staring at the oddly intriguing young man. She was mysteriously held spellbound for an ever-lengthening moment, as she seemed to be searching his tan toned face. As if its strong features were somehow vaguely familiar, as if she was trying to remember some forgotten memory somewhere on the edge of her mind just beyond the recollection of a far off, misty, distant dream. The moment stirred an unfamiliar but far from an unpleasant impression within her. In some magical, mystical way, his spiritual warmth managed to spread and enfold itself affectionately around her, as if embracing her soul.

A cold chill coursed through her veins stirring her blood and unsteadying her nerves. The glance stirred an unfamiliar but far from an unpleasant impression within her. Zuree's heart made an odd noise as an enigmatic tinge of emotion, a peculiar mixture of bonding and premonition made her heart stand still. Who was this intriguing enigmatic stranger. Her mind whirled with conflicting emotions. A list of what-ifs and possible consequences seemed to endlessly bounce back and forth between her guarded thoughts and her heart.

 

 

 

The scene of their encounter played over and over in his mind. He mouthed her name, Zuree; he whispered it softly, “Zuree;” then he tested the sound of it out loud, “Zuree, Zuree, Zuree.” Like a beautiful musical recital, he sounded each syllable of her name like notes sung instead of spoken. Every beautiful sound in Zia could be heard in one word. The memory of her hummed in his heart.His heart beat out yes, yes, yes, she is the one, but how could that be, his mind reasoned. Suddenly, out of nowhere, his heart collapsed and a change came over his soul, darkening it with an ominous, burdensome gloom. Reality like a villain reminded him that all he had to offer was nothing but a fistful of sawdust, adoration, and dreams that only made sense in his sleep.She was the daughter of the king of Edawn, the emperor of the world of Zia, and he was a parentless, little more than a peasant, nobody. Izz fell into a rare melancholy mood of depression. His heart sank. His thoughts just crumbled. Izz felt his heart plummet. He lived in a removed realm, separated from her by birth as far as the east was from the west. Who did he think he was, anyway? Life had played a cruel joke on him. His bitter disappointment brought on a tight chest. Gone was the musical resonance in his heart, only the throbbing ache of pain that would never heal remained.He had been cursed with the dreamer's disease. He wanted nothing more than leave on the first tide to escape his torment.

The two had in someway shared a hallowed moment, and somehow an unfathomable bond had been entwined between them. Zuree felt uncertain. Zuree had no clear response to fall back on, not having any previous experience in these matters to compare to. She had to think, to assess the situation, to sort out impulse from the facts. She had never been affected by anyone in this way. Not even Rizan. Rizan!

Where had her common sense taken flight? Zuree had no answer. She began to feel uncomfortable over her reaction, vexed by the unfamiliar emotions that had so overwhelmingly come over her. She was exasperated with herself, feeling more than a little foolish. It was too illogical for words. After all, she was a princess, not some kind of gullible, naive girl. Everything about the young stranger was the opposite of what she was. He came from a rough-hewn, earthly breed. He was all too crude, unpolished, and of common ancestry. His entire character was an image of an ordinary, underprivileged, drifting vagabond, who was likely to soon drift wherever his feet would take him. Inevitably, the deep currents of royal blood that flowed through Zuree's veins pulled her back into a sense of moral obligation to the established standards of her noble lineage. Zuree let out a deep sigh of acceptance as she reassured herself that she would be better off, in the long run, as Rizan's queen. It would be a more secure life, a more certain life. After all, she was betrothed to a king and fast was approaching the day of their union.

It was for the best. She saw now that she had been acting like a moonstruck child. This was her destiny, and she must not tempt the hand of fate. Her thoughts were as reassuring as a proverbial foretelling. She tried to focus on Rizan, and solitude touched an empty place deep within her. "I am betrothed to Rizan," she recommitted . She did not expect that confirmation to pain her so, although it suddenly did. Her heart felt all at once wounded as she felt a cold knot tighten in the pit of her stomach, like the calm before a storm... Because destiny had other plans...

 
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King and Queen
Zandor and Kondor
Tigbone
Baddlock
Dandork and Darkon
Dark Priests

Ammiz

   

 

     
 

 

 

 

AMMIZ

 

Ammiz was regarded by many of his peers to be the wisest of the wise seers of Edawn. In his earlier years he had fallen hopelessly in love with his childhood sweetheart. As a young he had been appointed by the king as head of the High Council and was only second in command to the king himself. In love and revered, and just when Ammiz thought life could not get any better a devastating plague know as the Angle of Death wept through the land. His beloved fell victim to the cursed plight and was swept away from the young seer's arms. Embittered at life's cruelty Ammiz became a recluse.

 

In his resentment Ammiz retreated beyond the bounds of the known world deep into the badlands of the Noragore Rim where it was said the world of Zia was filled with great terror, evil, and deceptive spirits. He traveled among the vicious tribes of the Norticlan caring not whether he live or died. In his travels Ammiz learned the many uses of healing herbs and skills of surviving off the land. In his solitude he gained profound insight into the nature of self.

   
 

 

 
   

One day the seer stumbled upon a discovery that change the course of his life forever. As destiny would have it Ammiz came across the ruins of the Noragore fortress of Phantomsdeep, where he uncovered the writings of the First Fathers. Among the ancient archives he disinterred, he found the Book of Foretelling. With in its pages was revealed a peephole beyond the curtain of the mysterious unknown. He returned to the civilized world he once knew and accepted the appointment of Keeper of the Chronicles where he dedicated his life to deciphering the books of the Bringers of Light.

 

   

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King and Queen

           
 

 

KING and QUEEN

King Ozzdon and his Queen, Zahra were the reigning monarchs of the Empire of Xylenia in a kingdom known as Edawn. It was a realm outside of time, as we know it, in a parallel universe not of this world, established in the First Age of the Noble Kings. There was a presence about King Ozzdon that made other men mere shadows. Ozzdon was powerfully built with a long thick stock of black hair, and he came from the royal lineage of Xylen, the greatest king of all time.

King Ozzdon was wise beyond compare. He was responsible for the binding of all the Zian kingdoms into one global empire and named it Xylenia in honor of his great-grandfather, Xylen, the founding father of the region. The civilized world of Zia was united in tranquility under King Ozzdon as one. The king held court sessions with his elder academicians, issued imperial laws, and initiated new trading expeditions and expenditures. The king was the heart and mind of the empire.

His rule was absolute, administrated on the authority of his word alone. Yet he was a compassionate man that was so admired and dearly loved. It almost seemed as if everything that he touched turned to pure gold. It was said that King Ozzdon's power to rule came from the mystical crown that he wore. The crown had been handed down to him through the generations from king to king.

 
   
 
   

The king loved one woman, his beloved, Queen Zahra. They had one child, Zuree. In her youth, Zahra was once reputed to be the most beautiful maiden in all the land to the four ends of Zia. Adored by countless champions and nobles, the most powerful men in Xylenia knelt before her and sought her hand. Her stunning eyes had won her a court of suitors, but she had been promised to King Ozzdon which was the royal custom of the day.

At first she had been unsure of the bonding covenant, but the longer she knew the king the deeper she had fallen in love with him. To her he was more than just handsome, he was magnificent and she venerated Ozzdon without end. Even now bejeweled in multicolored robes and gems, she was an elegant and scintillating display. Her hourglass figure had defied time, and her skin was still as smooth and unworried as a young girl's.

 
           

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Zandor and Kondor

   

ZANDOR and KONDOR

Zandor and Kondor were identical twins. They were endlessly good-natured, close-knit brothers, two faces of the same coin. They were tall, both with their long dark hair tied back in a warrior's braided tail. There was a powerful masculine strength about them, which added a rugged vigor to their appearance. Both were men of legendary courage, ready to fight and defend their king against all odds even unto the death. The young twins rose rapidly through the ranks of the hierarchy, and quickly advanced to a position of prominence in the king's service. Together they stood like two corner pillars that held up the Kingdom of Edawn .

Kondor was the younger of the two, born a few moments after Zandor, and because he had been within a few moments, the first born, Zandor had always considered himself Kondor's big brother.

 

 
 
 

Zandor was the more aggressive of the two, recklessness, quick temperedness, and stubbornness were all on the list of Zandor's faults. Given to drink was a pleasure that contributed to his downside. He concealed no fault and faked no virtues. On the other hand, he never gave less than better than his best. Both were dedicated soldiers, not very good at crying, honorable and loyal to their very souls.Kondor was the more mischievous, even-tempered of the two, but once he made up his mind he stood his ground, seldom act cautiously. Zandor was Kondor's hero, and he wished to be like his twin in most every way. When tested he proved to be very quick-witted, powerful, and brutal when the situation called for it. In competition he was of one heart and mind with his twin.

 

 

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Tigbone

       
 

TIGBONE

Tigbone was a misfit by any standards, born misshaped and hunched back. He was also not the sharpest pencil in the box to put it mildly. At birth he was cast aside by those that should have loved him most, left on Baddlock the kingdom's wizard's doorstep who at the time was thought to be a noble servant of the king. The truth was that the disfigured baby boy wou ld have been better off destitute and alone, for soon after he came under the warlock's care, he was entangled in a bondage that was more absolute than being shackled in chains.

 
 
 
  Tigbone knew little and cared less for the things of the world. He distrusted his own thoughts and would rather do as he was told. Exploring the murky depths beneath reasoning was best left to others. When told to do something Tigbone only bobbed his head like a toy doll with a broken spring in its neck in abidance. He did every thing he was told scurrying off sluggishly, awkwardly, almost like a misfortune waiting to happen, seemingly like someone who had the knack of breaking things merely by being in the same proximity.
Everywhere Baddlock went, like a wayward puppy, Tigbone was sure to follow, always grinning through a few teeth short of a wide smile.
 
       

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Baddlock

   

 

 
 

BADLOCK

The one called Baddlock known to one and all, near and far, as the Grand Wizard of Edawn. Referred to among some circles as the Wicked Warlock Wizard, was born on a day when the sun refused to shine. He wore a long black cloak that fit loosely over his stooped shoulders and around his thin frame. He wore a weird pointy cloth hat on his head from which his long stringy, tangled white hair poked out from his skull-like head like twisted wire that cascaded down past his bony rigid shoulders to the middle of his hunched back. His hooded eyes were hard and cold, hollowed, reddened with deep dark shadows around them. His long, grizzled, white beard hung unkempt down to his sunken chest, which seemed was the perfect tomb for his evil heart. The pale skin on his skeletal weasel-like face was crisscrossed with so many lines that he looked like a sun-bleached prune. His bottom lip drooped with gloomy discontent which made him look much like a vulture waiting for something to die.

Seemingly always disgruntled, incapable of cracking a smile as if a smile might have fractured his creepy fossil face. If truth be hold, his appearance could have startled a slum rat. But the Wicked Warlock Wizard was a master of illusion, a skilled conjurer of cheap ploys and deceptions, who made a habit of deceiving the minds of the trusting with the smooth talk and flattery of his oily tongue.

 
 
 
 

At one time Baddlock was once an honorable man in the kings service, a leader of men, a believer of goodness and truth, a lover of humanity, and an advocator of ideals. In fact Baddlock, and Ammiz two of the greatest of seers were once the closest of friends. But that all changed when they fell in love with the same girl, when rejected Baddlock became embittered and turned to the dark side in pursuit of power and revenge. In due course, through clever maneuvering and witty deception, he managed to reach one of the highest offices of power within the Edawnian Kingdom . Baddlock gained prosperity and influence in the King's Court and became one of the King's most trusted advisers. But if one looked close enough past his grinning, heinous gargoyle smile one could see that his black beady eyes were full of dishonesty and hate, reflecting the darkness in his soul.

The wildest rumors were circulated that he had been seen crossing into the deepest, darkest parts of the notoriously forbidden Ebony Forest , where he always seemed to vanish into thin air. Whispered circulations implied that the Wicked Warlock Wizard derived his dark powers from forbidden ancient books that gave the reader the power to stir up the foulest powers from the underworld Masters of Darkness. From the ancient mystic writings, a taboo religion long forgotten and outlawed in Zia Baddlock learned of the olden prophecies concerning the arrival of Izz and sought a way to bring him under his will to do his bidding or crush and destroy him utterly.

 
       

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DANDORK and DARKON

Dandork was the kingdoms Master at Arms, senior magistrate, a top general in the king's service, but most of all he was King Ozzdon's oldest and most trusted friend, the king's right hand. He was a man of obvious force and authority responsible for law and order throughout the land of Xylenia and was the next down the line in the chain of command. He was a dauntless man with a stern face with a fixed displeasured pout. Many men are clever at making things with their hands. Some are talented in the ability to compose striking music. Others have a head for mathematical equations. Dandork was a formidable war-game strategist, he had a special gift for military maneuvers. It was in his blood.

Dandork wore a mask of unconditional loyalty and devotion, but deep down inside he was disgruntled, and had long thought he had been looked over for advancement. He wanted to be a king. He was consumed with the lust that warred in his members, desiring his own worldly kingdom. Even the most honorable among honorable men have a price, honor, greedily anticipation of riches, and Dandork had been no exception. He was living proof that even the most trusted of friends could be corrupted.

Dandork, regardless of his pledge, had been the first to fall under the enchanted spell of covetousness. Baddlock had offered him power, riches, and authority. The lure of power had been much too tempting, and Baddlock had been much too persuasive to resist. But in the end, it was Baddlock's promises of royalty that had turned him against his king. For some, sometimes lies are more powerful than the truth. They become hungry for the illusion they are give. It was the ultimate betrayal Dandork had turned his back on his king, to join Baddlock on the dark side, to become his pone despite the uneasy feeling he felt for what he had done.

 
 
 
 

Darkon was the brutal leader of the ruthless Norticlan tribes who ruled over the Noragore Mountains , a vast and largely unexploited region of the empire. Numerous murders had stained his path to the throne of the Norticlan tribes. Legend had it that Darkon was one of three brothers born on the same day. It was believed, by their pagan priests, that the triplet birth was a bad omen. The three infants were taken into the nearby mountains by the light of the evil star that overshadowed their birth and left to die, only to be taken in and raised by a renegade pack of wild mountain hyenas. Toughened by the struggle to survive among the bloodthirsty carnivores, the three grew strong and fierce.

The triplet Norticlan nomads roamed from one mountain to another, never settling, eking out a wretched existence until the trio of savage-hearted brutes united the mountain clans by their beastly force. Once power was solidified, Darkon, possessed by the most evil spirits of the Dark Realms, drugged and murdered his two brothers; cut them into pieces, and ground them into the dust without a pang of conscience. Refusing to share power with anyone, Darkon became the sole law unto himself with the courage of a lion, the instinct of a weasel, and the soul of a jackal. He often flew into fits of madness, trembling with outrage, viler than an a rabid animal and almost as uncontrollable. Darkon was one of the most cold-blooded killers one would ever hate to meet. His name alone made kings and prince quake.

It was widely rumored that he offered up a steady stream of human sacrifice of his own people to the gods that existed only in his twisted mind. His territorial warmongers were notorious for terrorizing and pillaging the northern colonies of Xylenia. They were the loathsome dross of the earth, those that took what did not belong to them. As trophies to memorialize their conquest of other tribes, they cut off the heads of their enemies slaughtered in battle and affixed them to the neckline of their horses. They were cruel and more vicious that any other inhabitants on the planet. Among men, there were few uglier human traits. Only Darkon's savagery could rule over them for he was the shrewdest among them—more brutal, cunning, and inhumane than any other under his command. Inspired only by hatred and disdain, Darkon found his men easy to gratify. Just give them something to devastate and someone to kill.

 
 

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DARK PRIESTS

The order of the Dark Priests began during the time of the Twelve Kings in the old world of the seventh dynasty recorded as the Golden Dawn. It was an uprising of the human thought. The most powerful and learned minds of the day yearned to answer the riddle that would reveal all mysteries. In their search, they permitted vanity to seize them. The self appointed elite thought there was a better way to rule the world of Zia—their way. In their misdirected inclinations, they intermingled revolutionary thoughts for far too long, and unseen demoniacal spirit beings lured them in through their arrogance and lust for power. The self-professed illuminated ones desecrated fixed realities for conjectures, believing themselves to be more all-knowing than the omnipotent mind that created them. In their quest to be wise, they became fools trying to make the most profound questions fit their presumptuous answers and demanded it to be so.

Before long, their unknown masters demanded of them the blood sacrifice of their children. Soon they became drunk with the blood of the innocent, and neither the heaps of dead bodies nor the wails of the mothers and children halted the carnage. From this new rule arose the Dark Priests, men enshrouded in darkness. Their power and riches grew—yet they wanted more, much more. They wanted immortality. These men were given over so completely to the collective consciousness of pure evil. The Dark Priests were responsible for unspeakable offenses so disgusting that they became monsters too depraved to be tolerated. Their twisted hope led them to surrender their souls to the Dark Side so that they, at any cost, might become gods unto themselves.

 
 
 
 

As time passes, the Dark Priest were driven into the bowels of the deep by the Noble Kings that rose to rid the world of their evil influence. They resurfaced in the forgotten temples beyond the Wastelands of Woe where they continued their perverted rituals. Priests dressed in red and black hooded robes, chanted their incantations and prayers to the darkness. Their unholy orgies were designed to allow demonic powers to flow through the participants. Strange markings, cut deep, covered their bare chests, faces, and shaven heads. Their tongues were split like that of a serpent. Their entire bodies were pierced with metal rings and mutilated with spikes drilled into their bones. At birth, they gave their children more than one name: one to be used among their tribe, another to be used within their family group, and a secret name whispered in their ear at birth by their dark high priest that their demon host might recognize them.

Many victims of the Norticlan inner tribal wars ended up in the Dark Priest's macabre temples, unwilling partakers of ungodly rites. Victims of the evil priests, animals that thirsted for nothing less than utter pain, fear, and blood. The lingering death was the cruelest method of torture and execution. The unholy priests, were experts at extending their victims' lives while inflicting the worst possible pain imaginable for as long as possible. Dark Priest that wore hideous death masks collected the victim's blood and drank it as a sacrament to honor their demonic masters. This corrupted power only served to embolden them to unleash the growing darkness within themselves, believing that they ruled over it; but in their drunkenness for power, it was the darkness that called the tune that the would-be god puppets danced to.

 
       
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King and Queen
Zandor and Kondor
Tigbone
Baddlock
Dandork and Darkon
Dark Priests