Monday, July 25, 2016

Exalted Story 1: The Tale of the Ancient Spirit of the East

The Tale of the Ancient Spirit of the East

            Long ago, before the fall of the Anathema and the rise of the mighty Dragon-Blooded Shogunate, the East was a place of verdant opulence. Great ivy covered towers of the Demon Gods rose high above the endless forests, each a monument to the might of their patrons. It is said that the Anathema slew or subjugated all of the eastern gods who displeased them, using their demonic powers to manipulate the terrestrial and celestial bureaucracies at the slightest whim. The mightiest deities who dared oppose them were utterly annihilated before they could so much as gather a single follower to their cause. The great expanse of life in the wondrous East could not flourish under the weight of such oppression. Nay, like a plant with no light, it began to wither and die, and the spirits and gods fled their homes in droves. Yet, there was one spirit, hidden and powerful, that stayed behind while its brethren were forced to the Wyld.

            The ancient spirit once had a proper name, inscribed proudly on the Roll of the Divine. Yet, because of the stifling and maniacal rule of the Anathema, even its most devout worshipers eventually abandoned it. The name, and much of its power, started to fade from Creation. In its shame, it fled to the darkest cavern in the East, said to be at the entrance to the bordermarches of the eastern Wyld. It diminished there, until it became nothing by a dark cloud in an even darker cave. One day, a party of wood elementals fleeing the wrath of one of the demon-kings of the East came upon the lonely cave. There they met the ancient spirit.

            “Who is there?” said the youngest of the elementals. “Who waits in the darkness of this forgotten place?”

            “Leave me be,” came the response, echoing through the cavern.

            “But, you must be so lonely. How long have you been hiding?” inquired the little elemental.

            Silence permeated the air. After many long moments, the spirit within answered.

            “I do not know. It feels like an eternity since I have seen my brethren.”

            The wood elementals all spoke with one another. The oldest, a gnarled old oak, scratched his mossy beard and proclaimed their decision.

            “We are fleeing the evil of the Anathema, just as you have, ancient one.” The old oak creaked as it leaned to one side. “We too have lost many of our kin to their wickedness.”

            The spirit within the cave waited, then with a heavy sigh, continued.

            “It pains me to know there are still others suffering as I do.” The spirit exhaled, and a gust of wind blew out of the mouth of the cave. “I wish to help you. I once gave council and aid to all of my children under the morning sun. I would give what little I have left to make your existences better, if I can.”

            The wood elementals all chuckled together, leaves rustling in a melodic, trilling cadence.

            “No, great one,” spoke the eldest. “It is we who shall be aiding you this day. And through our power, you shall take back what was stolen from the children of the forest.”

            Suddenly, out of the great woods surrounding the dark cave, all manner of spirits and little gods strode into the light. They collected, large and small, old and young, and bowed low before the ancient spirit in the cave. Their essences began to mingle, as the strong autumn breeze carried leaves and petals into the cave. The ancient one felt their power, their passion, fill him with new life and identity. The darkness that he was gave way to light, casting shadows all about the cave. The cloud that was his form grew, until it could no longer fit in the cave with the light. As they split, forever joined by the sacrifice of the East, the light became the head and heart of the ancient one, and the cloud became his fury and form. He sent out the cloud to bring the rains of change to the East, and ushered in the Dragon-Blooded champions of old, guiding them to the homes and towers of the Anathema. Together, the ancient one's fury and the Dragon-Blooded's honor banished the demon-kings. They brought down the great towers, and set up holy bastions to honor and venerate the Eastern spirits.

            The dark cloud returned to its master in the cave, the empowered Light of the East, and halted just outside of the entrance. Its form conceals its master in fog so that no malice will ever find it, yet... it also stays for another reason. The dark cloud stays so the ancient one will never be alone ag

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