Tales of Daavas: Hero’s Dawn
Prologue: Prophecy of the Mhari.
Once upon a time in a distant universe, a council of gods was gathering to discuss matters of their domain of Daavas. Among them were Granitous and Fa’high, brother and sister that were the eldest of the gods present, both creators of the Dwarves and Dragons respectively, and created the earth and sky of Daavas long ago. There was also So-Lar Aris, god of the sun and farting, Loon-Faros eldest of the three Moon Sisters, Sea’a-Ventrus goddess of the seas and vengeance, Druorest god of the woods. However among them were three empty chairs, three chairs that have not been in proper use in two-thousand years.
Granitous bore the visage of an old man atop a mountainous body of muscles. His sister Fa’high looked like a young women whose hair resembled the sky. So-Lar Aris looked like a burnt husk writhed in flame… the latter of which was due to his farting. Loon-Faros bore the visage of an elderly crone… for some reason she has never noticed the duck on her head. Sea’a-Ventrus had light blue scaly skin, was bald, and bore a seemingly incurable and inscrutable sneer. Druorest wore a brown robe, and some mushrooms and trees were growing out of him.
The first chair was a massive throne of light, this ounce served as the throne of Elv-A’dan the All-Mother, the creator of Elves and Humans, and of Daavas itself. The other two chairs ounce belonged to Ordfentris god of order and harmony, and Okil god of tricks and chaos. “Shouldn’t we wait for the others?” Asked Druorest. “How many times do I have to say this? Okil was cast out; Ordfentris was killed, but turned into that no-it-all Bureau-Cratanus, and… and mother.” Said Granitous, thinking back to the tragic series of events that turned the whole of Daavas upside-down long ago, when Okil goaded the human Tiberius Lavon in slaying Ordfentris with the sword ‘Eternal Madness’ in Tah Venarhlena, and when the beloved god of orders death caused the entire world to shatter, and when the Old Empire fell into chaos over the whole ordeal.
“Granitous,” said his sister Fa’high, placing a caring hand on his shoulder, “the meeting?”
“Right… sorry, anyway the subject of this meeting is,” he said as he picked up a golden scroll, “we need to expand the calendar; we are getting too many holidays in too little time for a ten month year,” he said as he pulled down a chart showing the months of the year, B’agan, Erosis, Patar, Clown, Sivad, Herac, Pat’roit, Caesar, Leav, and Spookums, “now, from what we have heard, the mortals are suffering from fatigue from so many holidays. I think two extra months should be sufficient, any questions?” Granitous finished, So-Lar Aris, Loon-Faor, and Sea’a-Ventrus raised their hands. “So-Lar, you go first.” Said Granitous. “Ah, yes what will we call these months?” Asked the sun god.
“A good question, I was thinking of naming them Turkey and Colight. Loon-Faor, what say you of this?” Granitous asked the moon goddess. “Do we really need twelve months? I mean, I love my worshipers as much as the next deity, but… well how you think they would react to this?”
“It would probably be the least of things to happen since the fall of the Old Empire, at any rate with the way most of them live they will thank us for an extra few weeks wouldn’t you?” Granitous said he then looked at Sea’a Ventrus. “When will we exact retribution upon the Dark Elves? It has been two-thousand years since they have rebelled.” She said, talking an obviously angry tone. “I’m getting to that.” Said Granitous annoyed at Sea’a Ventrus’s inpatients.
“Now, onto the main subject of the meeting, the Prophecy of the Mhari is due to be fulfilled.” The other gods jumped in their seats at this news, not expecting the ancient prophecy to be brought up again in any serious context. Not since it was first foretold by Delphi the Blind five-hundred years after the fall of the Old Empire. “What? You can’t be serious!” Said So-Lar Aris in surprise. “If I wasn’t I wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place now would have I?” Said Granitous. “Anyway, the Mhari is due to be found, and before any of you ask, no, I don’t know who they will be specifically, the prophecy was vague about names. But Delphi has said that the time for the Mhari and his, or her companions to be found and tested has come.” He said.
“And how will they be tested?” Asked Sea’a Ventrus in curiosity. “Once again, I must point out that Delphi’s prophecies have, and most likely will always be vague. So I do not know what the tests are, but Delphi will provide further details when the time comes. And knowing Delphi’s prophecies, it will probably be a disaster for all those caught in the crossfire.”
Several hours later, after explaining the details of the Prophecy of the Mhari, that a powerful demigod and a company of heroes would restore the shattered world of Daavas. That they would restore the world from the madness that Ordfentris’s death caused. Granitous himself would have done all of this by his lonesome centuries ago, but by Elv-A’dan’s ancient laws directly interfering in the affairs of mortals without their asking was forbidden, and… well Granitous was the sort who loved his mother so much that, even with her gone he wouldn’t go against her rules.
By the time the meeting was over, it was dawn, So-Lar Aris continued with his duty to provided light to the Shards. Granitous looked out from the divine home of the gods, Jur’esis, at Daavas’s shattered remains, the ancient memories of the Chaos War flooded through his mind. When the Elves all but enslaved mankind, and Okil broke the world, which according to him was ‘just to see what will happen.’ As punishment for this, Granitous and Fa’high turned him into a walrus until he admitted the entire thing was his fault. This did not stop Okil from being a general nuisance however.
Mainly in the form of Okil randomly mauling people, leading his cult to do unspeakable and/or weird acts, and going door to door selling insurance policies. Yep, Granitous had his hand full trying to keep the cosmos in order. He and his sister Fa’high had been doing their best in Elv-A’dans two-thousand year long absence to keep things in order. But in the millennia since the war came to an end, they have all but lost contact with all of the Shards except for Shard Primaris, which was the remaining lands where Elves, Dwarves, Dragons, and Men dwelt, and to that extent where the gods could properly participate in the affairs of mortals, and also the largest of the Shards.
As Granitous looked out over the Shards, he did not notice his sister from behind. Fa’high had long blue hair, with blotches of white that looked like clouds in it. “Granitous? Are you alright?” She asked, startling her brother. “Fine Fa’high,” he said half lying, “just… I can’t help but feel more concern about this prophecy than joy. You remember what happened the last time one of Delphi’s prophesies came to pass; the Dwarves still haven’t recovered from the War of Bacon!” Granitous explained; referring to the latest conflict that the Dwarves were forced into fighting, giant monsters made from raw bacon that terrorized Primaris for months almost twenty years ago.
It didn’t cause any real damage in the way of geopolitical upheaval or such; it was just kind of weird, and disturbing. And will probably not be mentioned again until much, much latter. “I know you don’t like beholding to Delphi. But if the world is going to be restored, then we have to listen to her. You remember what happened the last time we tried to restore the world on our own.” Said Fa’high, reminding her brother of the time he launched an expedition to reunite Daavas. The short version is that it failed miserably. The long version is that Granitous commissioned a number of ballista that were placed with the lowest reaches of Shard Primaris, unfortunately it didn’t occur to him until after the ballista missiles were fired that he realized that the chains weren’t long enough to reach any nearby Shards. So that plan was scrapped until Granitous could re-extend the chains. “It wasn’t that big of a disaster; I just got the measurements wrong is all. Besides, it was at least more constructive then just waiting for Delphi to explain herself.” He explained.
“True, but we have to be patient with this,” said Fa’high trying to sound reasonable. Just then a small robbed being entered. It was the Prophetess Delphi. “Your sister speaks the truth, you must be patient with my-“
“What are you even doing up here? Whatever your reasons are they had better be good.” Granitous said, impatient with the prophetesses’ unexpected presence. He hated it when one of the Outsiders wandered into his presence. “I just came here to reveal more of the prophecy to you, but if you would like to hear it latter-“
“What is it?” Granitous said, giving into his curiosity. “I know where the Mhari and the first of the companions can be located!,” Said Delphi, waving her arms around in an overly dramatic fashion. “You don’t say?” Said Granitous sarcastically. “And where are the Heroes? The howling deserts of Ra-mana? The mighty forests of Gaia Nova? Or that haunted Inn off of the Primaris main road?” Granitous continued.
“No!...” Granitous just looked at her with an unconvincing glare, “well not right away at any rate. But I came here to show you where the Mhari can be located.” She said as grey smoke emanated from her long sleeves. “Behold!”
An image began to form from the smoke, it began to turn white, and it then formed into a large tower like structure, on one side was a large bay, on the other were seemingly vast farmlands that stretched on for miles. A look of horror spread across Granitous’s face as he recognized the city. “St. Valkyrie… what does it have to do with the Prophecy?” He asked as his look of shock was replaced by barley contained anger. “It will be where the Mhari and the first companions will be found, they will be tested by the Dark Elves of Kabal’s Landing and-”
“What?!” Shouted Granitous in rage, he marched towards Delphi and grabbed her by the neck. “This will put St. Valkyrie in danger?” He said his voice rife with anger. “It is the only Elven City State where humans live in any measure of peace and freedom! Not to mention the last bastion of High Elves!” He ranted, and with good reason. The Elven city of St. Valkyrie was essentially the last bastion of justice outside of the Dwarven Kingdoms and the Dragon’s homeland of Erye, and where the Elven race hadn’t succumbed to the mindless rage for mankind that they had given into over the murder of Ordfentris.
It was founded over one-thousand years ago by a radical Elven philosopher, named Valkyrie Geh’na; she forsook the millennia old grudges that virtually all Elves had for Humans. She and a handful of Elves and Humans left for the Wilderness, but this was not done without opposition. The idea of Elves and Human’s living as equals was anathema to the Dark Elves of Kabal’s Landing; their city was the dark heart of the Human slave trade in the Elf Lands. The Dark Elves attempted to destroy Valkyrie’s noble ambition, but Granitous and Fa’high were so moved by Valkyrie’s sincere and noble goal, that they had given her a secret that would make her and her followers all but invincible to the Dark Elves. In the end that secret allowed her and her followers to raid Kabals Landing itself, and all but leaving the cities and armies of the Dark Elves in shambles.
In the end, Valkyrie was canonized as a Saint by the gods, and the city of St. Valkyrie was named in honor of her. (Which was actually a good thing because she was originally going to call the city ‘Uncie Dave’s Pancake Lodge’ for some very weird reason) And from that day onward, the city was a gleaming light for Primaris.
Anyway, Granitous looked to the image of St. Valkyrie, and then back to the hologram like representation of Daavas’s Shards, and then back to Delphi to sneer at her more. “You are saying that the only way to restore Daavas is to allow St. Valkyrie to…’ he swallowed down a mouthful of bile as he continued, “be destroyed?”
“No, but the event will all but destroy the House Valkyrie, and leave the city itself a broken shell of its former glory.” Said Delphi, without so much as a hint of any emotion in her voice, another aspect of the prophetess that Granitous loathed. “So be it, whatever it takes to restore Daavas. And if it requires the last, best hope for Shard Primaris… then so be it.” He said, regretting what would have needed to be done. “Very well then, I shall leave now.” Granitous quietly thanked his long lost mother that Delphi was leaving; the midget prophetess ramblings always gave the stone god no shortage of anxiety.
Fa’high stood beside her brother as they both looked over the shattered remains of Daavas. Primaris was the only place where the sun gods light shone that the two siblings could see. “I know you don’t want St. Valkyrie to suffer.” She said, doing her absolute best to make her brother feel better about the situation. “I would have it that Daavas be restored, without bloodshed, and without having to listen to Delphi on when to act. Were it my choice Elv-A’dan would have had no reason to leave us, Ordfentris would still be alive, and I wouldn’t have the Dwarves on a witch hunt for Okil for what he did! Moreover, you and I wouldn’t be trying to rule in mothers place, badly I might add!” Granitous said barley repressing his rapidly changing emotions.
“Look, we managed to keep things together despite mother being gone, and the others being kind of stupid, crazy, lazy, weird, and… did I leave anything out?” Granitous just shook his head. “Still, we managed to keep things together, despite what the other gods do against our will, the Outsiders medaling, Okil’s random pranks, and the appearance of Thanatos, so we can go through with St. Valkyrie.”
“I… I suppose that it will have to do.” Granitous said, only letting a few small tears to escape his eyes. “I will send a contingent of Dwarven Marines to St. Valkyrie, if it is doomed to fall, I will not have it go quietly into the night.” He said. “Delphi said that St. Valkyrie would only be attacked, she didn’t say anything about the city being destroyed.”
“Well… I don’t trust her either way. So I will have a contingent of Dwarven Marines sent to St. Valkyrie. Who knows, maybe one of the Dwarves could be a Champion.” Said Granitous, half joking, though he was seriously hoping that Delphi was lying about St. Valkyrie coming to any sort of harm, but not since she, or any of the other Outsiders appeared has one thing she has said had been false. But Granitous has been looking for some way to reunite the Shards of Daavas for roughly two-thousand years. (Some efforts more ridiculous then others, the more surreal the less likely the average mortal knows about it)
“Fa’high?” Granitous asked as they both gazed over Primaris. “Yeah?”
“Do you think it will finally end?”
Fa’high didn’t know how to answer her brother’s question. “Perhaps, but we won’t know until it is time. We just have to be patient, as always.”
“I know, but… I just want Daavas to go back to the way things were, back when we were still creating the world. Before the Chaos War, when it was just you, me, and mother going about, creating Daavas, and yes, even all of the chaos that resulted in our dabbling’s with the Giants and the Elder Dragons.” Granitous went on, referring to the Age of Pandemonium when Elv-A’dan made Daavas with the help of Granitous and Fa’high. “So do I Granitous,” Fa’high said in agreement, “so do I.”
Little did either god suspect that the fate of all Daavas would be turned on its head in the coming days… much of which would be pretty weird in and of itself.