Post by ralae on Nov 4, 2008 23:48:15 GMT -7
Cabal Lore Chapter 1: The Dream
“The fear was still present in my heart, the moment I opened my eyes. Another dream I realized… Similar to the ones I had experienced each night since finding my fathers pendant...so vivid is the dream…almost as real as each waking moment of life.
The heat, it was so close I could hardly breathe… The horrific image of the horned beast rising from the abyss, its eyes eager to consume all life…
I could hear people singing, chanting, weaving a portal of magic; the sounds echoed through the night and filled me soul with fear. I could see a glimpse of dark elves, their faces in ecstasy, their moment of victory was near, darkness was filling the land and the winds told of suffering as if they would be silenced for ever.
All of a sudden another noise broke through the cacophony, a thumping on the ground, the sound of an approaching army, marching towards the darkness. As the army came into my view I saw the first lines of warriors, then behind them, humming their incantations I saw the magicians and priests praying to the Gods of light for strength and protection in the fast approaching battle.
The next thing I can remember is intensity of the battle, a battle between good and evil. The fire engulfing the whole area, and the death, all the suffering and death as the ground turned to a crimson pool of blood. I saw brave warriors cleave their swords trough the dark flesh, only to be met by more of the evil minions. The tide of battle did not sway for what seemed an eternity. When at last the last blood was spilled a single warrior stood amid the massacre.
I remember seeing the face of the last warrior; blood flowed freely from his wounds as he looked straight at me and smiled. What I saw in his face startles me the most…for it was like looking at a reflection of my-self in a mirror yet this warrior was not me, his armor centuries old and around his neck he wore a single amulet, an eye inside a circle. As the warrior looked back at me he whispered to me some words I cannot forget “The Cabal shall be awoken in the bloodlines” then he collapsed to the ground to join his fellows in their eternal sleep.
Before I awoke other faces flashed through my mind...some I knew, and some I believe I have yet to meet. Who else has dreamed this dream is unclear to me, but one thing is evident. the time of the Guardians is upon us once more.”
- Jaddo Kane, Founder of the reformed Cabal
Many centuries have passed since the demon was defeated by the secret order known as the Cabal. In that battle all the warriors gave their lives to defend the balance from the rising evil.
Nothing to date has ever been found in the annuals of our history books about this battle, not even the noble High elves know the peril that was thwarted that day long ago in history.
While the Cabal as a protective order was destroyed that fateful night, the bloodlines of the original Guardians still exist, though far removed from the original order the blood still flows strong. It is in the blood that the memories of what once was are being awoken. Across the world the bloodlines of the Guardians are having the same disturbing dreams, leading them to unite once again under the banner of a reformed Cabal, and with them new blood steps forward, new heroes join old bloodlines in defense of Telon… the need for the Guardians has come upon us once again.
***
Ralae bolts upright from her sleep, biting back a scream, covered in sweat, heart pounding as if trying to escape her chest. Quietly, so as not to disturb her sleeping husband, Sylvar, she slips out of bed and silently pads out of their room, out into the quiet Qalian night.
Speaking to no one in particular, Ralae looks up to the stars. In her soft High-Elven brogue she whispers into the night "I know you are out there. I will find you. The bloodline has awoken. Come to me Dreamers, return to your heritage, find the Cabal."
“The fear was still present in my heart, the moment I opened my eyes. Another dream I realized… Similar to the ones I had experienced each night since finding my fathers pendant...so vivid is the dream…almost as real as each waking moment of life.
The heat, it was so close I could hardly breathe… The horrific image of the horned beast rising from the abyss, its eyes eager to consume all life…
I could hear people singing, chanting, weaving a portal of magic; the sounds echoed through the night and filled me soul with fear. I could see a glimpse of dark elves, their faces in ecstasy, their moment of victory was near, darkness was filling the land and the winds told of suffering as if they would be silenced for ever.
All of a sudden another noise broke through the cacophony, a thumping on the ground, the sound of an approaching army, marching towards the darkness. As the army came into my view I saw the first lines of warriors, then behind them, humming their incantations I saw the magicians and priests praying to the Gods of light for strength and protection in the fast approaching battle.
The next thing I can remember is intensity of the battle, a battle between good and evil. The fire engulfing the whole area, and the death, all the suffering and death as the ground turned to a crimson pool of blood. I saw brave warriors cleave their swords trough the dark flesh, only to be met by more of the evil minions. The tide of battle did not sway for what seemed an eternity. When at last the last blood was spilled a single warrior stood amid the massacre.
I remember seeing the face of the last warrior; blood flowed freely from his wounds as he looked straight at me and smiled. What I saw in his face startles me the most…for it was like looking at a reflection of my-self in a mirror yet this warrior was not me, his armor centuries old and around his neck he wore a single amulet, an eye inside a circle. As the warrior looked back at me he whispered to me some words I cannot forget “The Cabal shall be awoken in the bloodlines” then he collapsed to the ground to join his fellows in their eternal sleep.
Before I awoke other faces flashed through my mind...some I knew, and some I believe I have yet to meet. Who else has dreamed this dream is unclear to me, but one thing is evident. the time of the Guardians is upon us once more.”
- Jaddo Kane, Founder of the reformed Cabal
Many centuries have passed since the demon was defeated by the secret order known as the Cabal. In that battle all the warriors gave their lives to defend the balance from the rising evil.
Nothing to date has ever been found in the annuals of our history books about this battle, not even the noble High elves know the peril that was thwarted that day long ago in history.
While the Cabal as a protective order was destroyed that fateful night, the bloodlines of the original Guardians still exist, though far removed from the original order the blood still flows strong. It is in the blood that the memories of what once was are being awoken. Across the world the bloodlines of the Guardians are having the same disturbing dreams, leading them to unite once again under the banner of a reformed Cabal, and with them new blood steps forward, new heroes join old bloodlines in defense of Telon… the need for the Guardians has come upon us once again.
***
Ralae bolts upright from her sleep, biting back a scream, covered in sweat, heart pounding as if trying to escape her chest. Quietly, so as not to disturb her sleeping husband, Sylvar, she slips out of bed and silently pads out of their room, out into the quiet Qalian night.
Speaking to no one in particular, Ralae looks up to the stars. In her soft High-Elven brogue she whispers into the night "I know you are out there. I will find you. The bloodline has awoken. Come to me Dreamers, return to your heritage, find the Cabal."