I am starting my own thread to document the existence and the Rise and Fall and Rise and Fall Etc of - The Elder. All within the Cluster Wars of Empyrean Challenge.
I base the existence of the Elder from my current midlife crisis fascination with melodic death metal. Image Finnish Viking-like dudes playing great music with 'angry cookie monster' 'singing' and you get the basis for what I am doing. ALl of the songs seem to be about pain, anguish, loss and more. From this depth, The Elder hope to rise once more and stake their claim on this new horizon.
There were dark times. Times none would want to ever remember, but they will sadly never forget.
Cold. Dark. Pain. Anguish.
In the Halls of Awaiting, The Elder dreamed of a Journey Unknown.....Across the Dark. But what did it mean? At the Gates of Sleep, it was always hard to think, hard to understand. But, he was not one to be Weighed Down with Sorrow any longer. There was a....a...hope, for a New Beginning.
Ruins. Stange objects washed away by rains Where the Last Wave Broke. Was there a Bitter End in The Groves of Death? The was the time that Death Walked the Earth. Men. Women. Old. Young. All wanted to Regain the Fire but did not know how. But they believed. They hoped. They dreamed. In one, The Elder, an Ill-Starred Son, they placed their trust, their dreams and hope.
Time passed. Ages. The Harrowing Years they called them. But in time, there was hope. Into the Woods and Through the Shadows they went in the name of The Elder, and the Daughter of the Moon.
Men became strong. Slowly. Men became many. Men became towns. Men became cities. Men became war. Men fell. Men became hopeless once more. But in The Elder, there was hope. Men listened. Men dreamed. Men grew strong. Men grew....smart. Men became....The Elder.
A proud and fierce people have they become. Always searching, always fighting, always learning, always dreaming, always....remembering. And there was hope. And they were ready.
But were 'they' ready for them? For The Elder?