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It was a Beast
Howling winds filled the air, blue eyes burning in the snow, the smell of rotting flesh overpowered by the freezing cold.
A Creature from the Age of the Gods, a representation of Regression, a Beast of Calamity that already had its will over the whole of the world.
It could not stand
Though weak, though small, it was still a branch of Alaya, and as all branches were, it was still connected to the tree.
And through that link, it called them.
From the Abyss of the Mountain, an armored wraith appeared, their soul deathless, their blade unfeeling.
The weapons of Alaya, to combat Gaia's Beasts. The Ultimate Weapons for Humanities Survival.
A monstrous form amidst the plains, a spear of blood that pierced the heart blood-red Hound whose roar was like the coming storm, an army charging forth to see his death.
Heroes of Legend, wielding the crystallization of their stories, of Humanities hope, swords to cleave mountains, and swords to rupture the world.
A man, sailing a boat of monstrous size, a Divine Construct from the hands of a Mortal, to bear the weight of all creatures, so said God.
Five it could bring, else it fade away, yet it was all they needed.
A Queen of the God of War, wielding both bow and hammer, a mortal women arisen to Godhood through love.
King of Knights and Queen of the Aesir. A Dog of Ireland and a Sailor of Israel. An old man of Arabia, from a time of the Crusades.
A women grown, hair like spun gold, the weapons of her Knights at her back. Hers, a tale of woe and legend, and after death, of love and loss. Born during the Medieval, changed in the Modern, and now greater than any other Version to be.
A Saber, an Archer, a Lancer, a Rider, and an Assassin, all taken beyond their strengths, to fight a foe of Eternal Ice.
They were enough
So were they taken, their memories sealed, their fate's chosen, for the coming time of War.
A War of Beasts and Heroes
Of Ice and Fire
A War for Humanity to watch, powers beyond them warring for their future.
And not a moment too soon
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It was like a wave
Across the world, across the lands, they were born.
In a House of Black and White, under the eyes of a thousand Gods, the first came. An aid who had come to them, now dead from their gaze alone. Their mother, dead. Father, gone.
It was of no concern.
Another, born in the throes of passion, a fire engulfing their mother's village, the howling of riders filling their ears.
So came the third, amidst the frozen wastes, and another, over salt waters and under a kraken's banner.
The last, on an island in the sea, a storm roaring over a grey, dreary keep.
Daenerys, a knight hurried through the keep's halls, a bundle of white in their arms, my name is Daenerys.
May the Gods have mercy on this world, else it may not last the coming battle.
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His sister was a Goddess
It was the only explanation
He heard the tales, of how his sister was born, when him and his father had been away. A storm unlike any other, roaring with thunder and lightning, every manner of animal coming to his mother's tent. The cries of his mother matching the lightning in the skies, as if her very breath called forth the hammer of the Gods.
Then, when she finally popped out, she had grabbed a deer, torn off its head, and cooked it on a spit for a meal.
That last parts probably not true, everything else? He believed it, of how the storm was with her, of how the wild feared her, of her monstrous strength from the moment she was born.
To say nothing of when his sister got a bow in her hands.
I can still hear the ringing.
"Brother! Look what I found!" he looked up, and there she was, running towards him with the biggest grin he had ever seen, as if they didn't live in these frigid wastes they called home.
She was a beautiful child, even now. Eyes of fire, their hair a shining, deep purple, and a face he knew would become the dreams of countless men.
And yet, she was still his sister, and as he saw her running towards him, he smi-
GROOOOOAAAAR!
"Skadi? What was that?"
GROOOAAAAR!
"Skadi, that sounds like a snow-bear. Did you bring back a snow-bear?"
"Mhmm!"
Sometimes, he wished he had a different sister.
GROOOOOAAAAAAARRR!
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The House was always cold, like the Abyss.
A wall of skulls, their sockets and nasal cut out. Every skull, a mask in waiting.
Another memory, pale, cold fingers grazed their forehead, eyes as cold as ice narrowing lightly as the memory faded away, leaving only a vague recollection of a wall with a skull, again lost.
The memories were strange things, as if he was experiencing something new, but from a different view. Like seeing your life form another's eyes. Though, it was the same as the House, the feeling of that place called the Abyss.
An order of killers, serving under an absolute God, but there the bond ended.
One killed for profit, an non-traditional profit, but a profit all the same.
Theirs was a duty, to kill those who would see Heretics succeed, and to ensure his people's way was righteous.
That is all I know, he knew there was more, there was always more, but still the memories eluded him, still was he left with this crushing, cold loneliness, and the cold of the Abyss.
"Lord Saba," the name was said wrong, yet he turned anyway, the servant flinching at his gaze, "one has sought the aid of the Many Faced God."
And like that, it changed
A chilling aura filled the mountain pass, those who bore the Red Cross trembling.
His eyes began to glow, his shadow lengthened, and like the rising of the sun, that part of him began to appear.
"Who?" the air grew frigid, and the servant brought a hand to their neck, the feeling of a blade at their throat overpowering.
"A-A-A m-merchant, a Illyrio M-Mopatis," the shadows flared, and Saba moved.
Though he was a boy still, and though he was weak, he still towered over the other children, a head taller than the servant, who felt his bladder begin to give.
"Where?" that was beginning to show in force, the mind of that killer, that which had slaughtered untold numbers for but gazing upon him.
"T-T-Th-he room of t-t-the G-God-s!" and like that, he was gone, leaving the servant just as their bladder and bowls emptied.
Now was not the time to ponder matters of the soul and mind.
A sword was raised, a head was severed, and yet again did the bell toll.
Now was a time of punishment, of murder
Theirs was the time of death
"Whom tolls the bell?"
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Among the Free Cities, a tale began
A babe, born in a burning village, its seed of Horse and Sheep, yet born a Demon Hound.
A horde of Dothraki, roaming the plains, when the smell of blood filled the air.
A Hound of the blood-soaked grass.
Their horses reared, their eyes grew wild, and from the distance, they saw it, over a bloody horizon.
First, it had been small, roving bands, then full hunting groups, until whole khalasars were being slaughtered by them. A horror story of a monster, more beast than man, their spear so drenched in blood it was forever red, a cursed weapon that sought the heart.
A Hound, their path drenched in blood, a cursed, barbed spear in their hands. Eyes like blood. Their body twisted and morphed, their skin black, claws a deep crimson.
"Gae,"they raised their spear, its point splitting and break, shaking with a bloodlust that none could deny, "BOLG!"
A rain of horrific death, a spear of blood, its barbs eternally expanding. A barrage of vicious thorns, a cursed weapon made from a Witch who guarded the Gates of a Celtic Hell.
A mad dog that bit all that came near, their teeth coated in blood.
A monster to match the might of dragons, a hellish warrior from the Age of Heroes.
A Demon Hound of the Great Grass Sea.
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