Arc will have Order. Chaos must be eliminated. Only through Order will there ever be peace in the lands of Lost Souls. Chaos will be crushed through whatever means possible.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Backstory 2

After some 80 years of continual wandering, Arc stumbled across an opening to what appeared to be yet another Shadow, this one in the form of an infinite river. Months spent exploring this plane yielded access to a city seemingly plucked from reality, a city named Nexus. Here, Arc found more disaffected people, and while they were not dedicated to order, they clearly understood revenge. They taught him their ways of battle, as well as their methods of achieving arcane affinities to elemental forces. The leader of the city-state was so impressed by the achievements of a "mensch" that he named Arc an honorary "Weapon of Vengeance", a title which suited the angry Amberite well. Girded against chaos as he now was, Arc returned to Limbo to call out those who had previously defeated him. With his new skills and fighting prowess, he was able to defeat Chaos Knights in single combat. Emboldened, Arc swept further into the realm of Limbo, a dagger aimed toward the Courts of Chaos. He at once paid a dear price for his growing arrogance, encountering a group of the fearsome knights mounted on great lumbering beasts. They laughed as the tiny figure demanded their surrender, and one, with a wave of his hand, turned Arc's prized armour into a chaotic mess of colour. Arc returned the favor with a blast of light from a Nexus weapon, and was almost instantly pounded to ruin by the knights and their mounts. Again forced to retreat, and having lost most of his possessions in the melee, Arc was dashed to the Prime plane, a smoking husk.

Slow years passed; years of wandering aimlessly through the land of Almeria. All that Arc had left were the hideously deformed armour and the scarred limbs which gave witness to his defeat. What did not show, but was ever-present, was the internal scarring. Arc despaired. All that he had been taught as a young man in Amber, all that he had learned in his long travels through multiple shadows, all of it seemed to be useless against the forces of disorder. He needed ... something ... something else... more... what? More power. Yes. More Power.

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