While you all wait, here's a song from my Fantasy novel that sort of completely reveals the main end-game battle for the novel series, but oh well. Out of context, you won't really know or understand any of it, and besides, the RP takes place many years before any of this comes to fruition.
The RP takes place sometime during the 2,000 years after the War of the Ascended, before the actual novel series kicks in with all its geopolitical and religious nuttery, inter-dimensional warfare, and galactic invasions.
The song describes the defeat of the forces of the Abyss by the combined Human, Elvish, Shyk'rar, Dragon, Aeterna, Daemos, and Angelis armies at the base of a legendary citadel where the mortal avatar Apothos was imprisoned for about 30,000 years.
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Title: The Song of Spiraling Dragons
I call upon the Waters of Oblivion,
To wash away my humanity, and inhumanity;
And reveal unto me what lies {Hidden} beneath the {Waves}.
I gaze into the {Glow of the Divine Flame},
So that it may burn away all traces of impurity;
To separate the deepest solid structure from blackest {Ash}
I sing the {Song} of Dragon’s Whisper,
As it calls unto our forlorn brothers, so far away;
It’s Echoes carried by the {Vessel of the Four Winds}
I stand upon the {Edge of the Great Expanse},
Surrounded by wooded plain and scarred mountain crag;
Remnants of the Ever-Changing {Stone}
I tread along the Path of Contemplation,
With Vessel, Song, Stone and Ash;
Eternal companions along a {Southward Journey}
I lay beneath the Angels’ Pyre,
A Monument to {The Forsaken};
Their {Memories} encased within
I come upon the Tower of Ages,
The final destination of this great journey;
The {Birth of Man’s Ascendancy}
Along the {Spine of Spiraling Dragons},
I climb unhindered through Blackest Legion;
Battered by the grasping Claws of the Abyss
Armed with the Spear of Eternity;
Forged in the Divine Flame and wrought from the Ever-Changing Stone,
Blessed by the Waters of Oblivion and upheld by the Heart of Man,
I stand vigil over the Spirit of Humanity;
As I sing the Song of Dragon’s Whisper along the Path of Contemplation,
The Vessel of the Four Winds guides my every struggling step;
Shielded by the Memories of The Forsaken, my journey reaches finality.
As I gaze into the Eye of Truth, the Heart of Man speaks out from within;
Unlocking the Gates of Harmony and Discord, through which I solemnly walk.
Higher and higher along the Spine of Spiraling Dragons do I climb,
As the Spear of Eternity bathes in the Blood of Fallen ‘Angels’.
Weak and broken, only my Will propels me forward,
Beyond the Trials and limitations of Mortal Flesh,
Beyond the Gates of Harmony and Discord,
Beyond the grasping Claws of the Abyss,
Into the Realm of the Dreamweaver.
My inner demons betray me, here within the Void;
As the eyes of the slain gaze upon me with disdain.
My deepest fears are brought to light, and every weakness exposed;
My Human Vessel is shattered, but my Will and Spirit stand tall.
Bathed in the Blood of Fallen ‘Angels’,
Grasping the Spear of Eternity,
Echoing the Song of Dragons’ Whisper,
The Memories of The Forsaken scream aloud!
Thrown back are the Slain and Tainted,
As Divine Flame spills forth from within me
Unburning, its Light dispels the ghastly apparitions,
Bringing the Final Nightmare to a close
I awake, spear in hand, kneeling upon the ground;
My eyes open, to see the divine battle before me.
Angelis and Daemon, side by side, fighting a common enemy:
The True Enemy, the Abyss, the Nightmare, the Void;
From which Eternal Destruction and Damnation spills forth
All our differences forgotten, ours pasts of suffering forgiven,
at the raising of Horns and the beating of Wings;
In this, our final plight – The call for Justice
The Blessed Wind of Angels’ Wings,
The Redeeming Flames of Daemon’s Soul,
The Sacred Waters of Deepest Oblivion,
Pushed forth from our Hearts, Minds, and Hands
The Two Voices cry out in a single, profound Song;
The interweaving of Chaos and Order,
The adjoining of Darkness and Light,
The restructuring of Harmonic Resonance,
Bringing the Abyss, the Void, The Nightmare, to its final close.
Throughout the Great Expanse is an Echo,
Not unlike a great, raging scream;
Carrying upon the Winds the putrid scent of decaying flesh,
The terrifying sensation of deep and unwilling Fear,
The lingering talons of All-Consuming Rage,
And the final death-throes of That Which Is Not…
And now, all lies silent. The Void… Is no more.
The Great Enemy is Vanquished, and our world has been reborn.
Though greatly scarred, this world has survived the Age of Reckoning,
and emerged victorious in its divine battle against Fear Incarnate.
The Flames become faint, and the Waves retreat,
As the Winds die down and the Earth settles into place.
No longer caged, the world’s many races rejoice;
Singing songs of Victory, Praise, and Justice
“…Our suffering is no more.”
-Written by Gregory J. Struck,
In the words of Vvaryk M. Aurea,
High Commander of the Imperium Arkhan’a,
Descendant of Aarkhan, God of Judgement,
Lord of the Celestial Armies of Daemonas & Angelis;
And Guardian of Humanity
