Fires of Shadoworld

Fires of Shadoworld - mjbanks

A world in a handful of houses, secret orders of secret languages each, by special skills, and special weapons.

The secretive societies and varying varieties with narratives imperative and motives different and the same, here is the briefest longest saga ever written.

With cutting edge technology was great house of night.

Secret society color darkness can see all past perfect without future, in their mind can dream like waking in history.

It is here I tell you the setting is a world the size of yours, but spins so fast that days and nights are short, Shadoworld.

It began with the war for the Pasi ocean, and the nations of Prima dominated the night skies and begin to control the water, and the nations of Seco made secret ships, an orbital war fought, an act of sabotage source unknown pointed the weapon at the world and weapons impact turned a continent upside down, tossing molten lava in a place we now call the Obsidian Sea, and spinning the planet faster.

A royal man of Seco in orbit while the nations and lesser countries fight over names unawares.

A royal woman of Prima joins him, pregnant and aloof and out window looking.

They are watching the planet spin the opposite direction of their orbit and the daylight passing as if hours were minutes.

The royal man plays chess in deep orbit, the pieces of Seco and Prima, the armies of which have defenses of lesser orbit and ground weapons.

The royal man moves the pieces of his family, she moves pieces of hers, controlling the low-orbit satellites.

The magician winds his watch in the city built from the upside down ruins beneath the edge of the Obsidian Sea.

Title credits?

The magician drinks the water filtered thru the charcoal and obsidian overworld and the nutrients of the ancient once buried soil make the magician's eyes glow.

A dream he tosses and turns about the day the earth turned, all the fires and the millions of altars at the edge of a newly molten sea, of the nations born that day, of the oceans boiling away, and a finger pressing a touchscreen wearing a ring like his.

He wakes and watches a multi-channel video, switching with the keyboard from camera to camera, following a squad of assassins, switching between them and the man wearing the ring, back and closer and forth, until entering rifles aimed and autarch alone, a passage filled with fallen guards, and another.

One angle their leader seems to say 'any last words,'  another angle the autarch says his final phrase, the prince replays the phrase trying to make out the words.

The magician uses his magic power to become strong and enters a cage with a once small beast, now large from science and sorcery of the day the world was changed; it can't be trained, it will not attack uniforms of one side nor other, nor can refrain from killing trainers of either cloth; especially hating the magician's internal light matching the lasers that struck the earth.

The ringed hand had hit the button, the two forces stopped firing at armies and air forces, concentrating their weapons at the city in the sky.

Societies banded together, clearing entire cities into levies to stop the lava from spreading, behind the barriers areas of land like a great dry moat, agricultural potential ignored, and defended from the great fire until meeting and dividing at the other half of the reformed steaming planet quickly becoming one jungle.

The comm notifies there is a Prima caller, underneath a city begins covering with faint lines of lights.

The comm panel notifies a second caller, now Seco, underneath the city in combat slides by view from the satellite, more times in night than day, the passing daylight seems to hide the battle, only to show it resurge in nightfall.

At the Seco base, equal shifts sleeping, and training, and eating, and learning, at all times, the leaders plan their next stratagem, their leader enters and they bow to a witch in black robes as she approaches their digital target diagram.

The image becomes real, across the Obsidian Sea, in the caves near Atlan, where the wizard asks about the tides of Paralon, the fires at Blackwater Gate, and the light of Anipri, and is told the tides are opening, the fires are broken by diamonds, and the light is washing slower by a centillion.

There the quiet places were old towers of industry and new cities of obsidian mining or colonies made of containers in marshlands once deserts.

The wizard needs passage to the Atlan reservoirs, but his patrons learn his plans and demand more of him than any worth.

As Seco chieftain waits for words, his daughter, commander of the Turquoise horde demands payment in a secret worth much more.

The wizard pulls the demon blade and kneels like servant, pushes it sliding over smooth mined floor.

Fighting heard from distant mountains and thunder, the Seco return lightning and storm, the sounds draw closer and the wizard is escorted by the command structure elite to safer confines.

I see the commander obscure a coin, and one side of the battle moves away when ammo low as both sides sleep and repair.

I woke up too late for this reality, but I can keep working until I make what I need.

Kept hitting the snooze button and now by body is full of subspace anomalies, the thought of immortality is being blocked by psychic inter-dimensional pirates trying to control the collapse of all matter into a single point, after downloading data from proton sensors a dimension of fluid space attacked an anomalous neural network overloading the primary isotherm energy packs from an already volatile state to critical

As the research laboratory exploded I was forced to use my magic to survive, and seek answers.

While the witch ordered her warriors scavenge the site for critical resources, she looked for the wizard's body, hoping to find at least the magic and science he was making, not knowing that he shielded it from the blast himself, and gave it to the first new recruit in passing before heading toward the witch's home base.

She makes magic from the pieces she finds; at night he infiltrates the enemy base walking in shadow, with access to archives sends all the information to another code-named 'razorwolf', then is discovered, the enemy base uses weapons made of the wizard's own magic, only making him stronger, as they barricade against him firing dark pistons, he vanishes as a second wave of them bring dark rifles, wasting munitions where they only think he is.

The witch tries to divine the location of the wizard by the pieces recovered; under the heat of two suns she sends troops to each place see imagines in her magic vision, each place only traps and tricks, she smells the tatters of the wizard's robe, she falls into a diving daydream, her sentries gently approach her, whispering to wake her, the one fearfully voted to wake her is met with a wall of white light.

The wizard meets with fighters insurgent rebellious, using the information from the witch's fortress they connect to the royal satellite and download files, from both house Seco and Prima.

Each document full of caches and depots, forts and training grounds, royals and regents, targets and agendas, then among the photographs of hypocrisy with members now foes friendly, perhaps the treaties of the past or treatise planned to last, then among the technicians proof of dates and movements recent and soon, set for conflict, as the wizard sees an image of the man of Seco and the woman of Prima and their newborn.

The wizard has lured and attacked soldiers, but now has no more places to hide, one of his attacks on others heals himself, he is outnumbered and chased into public arena.

As her troops chase him, the witch arrives to the hunt, the wizard's commander orders a counter attack, and the witch's commander begins a firefight, the protectors retreat and the attackers move into an area with many innocents, the witch orders them to halt, when they refuse, she uses a magic fear to freeze them in place, as the defenders attack the frozen, the wizard electrocutes them all, healing his wounds.

A day later and the witch is at a launchpad, wearing the wizard's uniform, fighting the wizard's men, when the witch's troops come to support her, she attacks them also.

The wizard walks thru the shadows, thinking about what he knows, escapes his allies, hides in crowds thru the city, less than footsteps, quick as whispers, enters a safe-house, a weapon pointed at his back.

The witch meets him, they bond then make love, he giver her his uniform, she leaves, meets the wizard's allies, infiltrates her own base.

Attacks the wizard's comrades, attacks her own comrades, while the wizard sneaks into the launching area, breaks into the secured control room, convinces the operators to ignore him, gets caught, stops an attacker, makes an ally of a controller sick of the war, another person comes in the room, attacks the wizard, but kills the controller who just switched sides,

The wizard throws him out of a window, finally able to access and open the rocket-ship, but unable to launch the vessel, but that's what the witch does for him,

He shouts at her to run from the launch process, because he broke the control room's windows throwing that guy out, suddenly the witch is inside the rocket with the wizard, she'd put a spell on a villain to assist, who realizes his moment of clarity is just that as the rocket launches

They approach a military space station, security waiting for them, guns drawn, eyes open and serious, the doors open and a blast of air and then silence, only fog exists the doorway, nothing can be seen, as it pours out and air clears the witch lies on the floor, they approach and a flash blinds them, by the time they can see the wizard yells threats, the security shouts a final warning, while the witch is missing, now behind their leader, whispering a magic that orders them pause, then all of them a poison grips their stomachs, the pain puts them to sleep.

The wizard and witch take a military shuttle and approach the outer royal satellite, slowly approaching they formally request docking for repairs, the royals confirm the shuttle's authenticity, hiding their faces from the pilots, the shuttle docks, the doors open, guns are already drawn, holstered, the wizard and the prince hold forearms, matching wolf tattoo to royal symbol, witch and princess hug, matching branding and royal bracelet.

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Random titles from, http://www.ruggenberg.nl/titels.html, story from mjbanks.






1) Burning Servant, 2) Broken Lord, 3) Woman of End, 4) Secret's Snow, 5) Stream of the Flames, 6) Thief in the Boyfriend






6CH / The Sixer's Role





1) Burning Servant: the grass grows into hay across a flat land toward a mountain, dark and looming with the savanna flat and the rocky horizon far, trailing itself toward the edge of the world where the light dimly reaches dusk and narrow field, to the other side the mountain climbs into the angry rains, he carries a torch and lights himself afire, only to begin fighting the demons of rocks and the rivers.





2) Broken Lord: he walks into the valley midday darkened cloud cover, to the fort of a warlock covered in sacks and leaves, a torch begins to burn as his master puts cold air and quells it, his eyes make dark, he falls burdened in cascade of memory and prays against the warlock, he is shackled by his witches who paint numbers on him in blood, in darkness as the warlock dances in blood and drinks the witches.





3) Woman of End: he hunts his method of escape during a hunt of the next bounty, and finds a man blocking his path, with fire he attacks, but the man in his path is immune to most of it, some dancing of evasion, planning to outsmart the walker in this way, he breaks a branch to beat him, but he is mostly impolite and seems to have a purpose for stopping the warlock's fiery servant, if not but indirectly, and with fire is fury and reaches into stone pulling a molten rock, but he is dodgy, the hexed servant is ire and fire, and with the stick the man bats his feet, in wrath he throws mud at his eyes, but the water in the muck evaporates and dust drifts, the fire-servant is stunted by thought-itself, and makes a grip of his blade, and jumps at the man's heart, but is blown from balance, on the ground in the earth's dust and fire's ashes and obsidian's gravel and time's wind he hold the blade again, but asks the man to save him and cuts at himself, only to have his fire melt and burn the metal blade, he can't save him, but might know someone who also might, a fairy of the trees.





4) The Secret's Snow: she knows they’ve come and has her trees bind the wizard, who escapes as fast as can be entangled, as she touches the warrior’s temple with a cold of time, his fire stops, his last breath fogs into the air as he collapses, as the wizard watches she holds her hand toward him, a cold fills the air, he begins to move back as he feels his bones grow cold, she invites the wizard to save him, she makes him cold, and thaws his chest, as the fire begins to grow brightl from his chest plate the wizard must remove the black flame from the warrior’s eyes, she must thaw him quickly with the wizard’s help and new black fire magic, the warrior wakes with amnesia, where the wizard learns he can unnaturally prevent the warrior from warring, and puts him to sleep with new magic and confusion,





5) Stream of the Flames: they explain what happened, and the warrior sees he has fire powers, as before being cursed, and the wizard shows the black flame, and the fairy shows the cold crystals, but the warrior disinterested runs returning home, the wizard follows him, easily by the trail of fires, and when distant by the smoke, bodies of demons in every other camp, until he finds a river of fire leading to the warlock’s fort, the rain falling, and from the distance in the fairy’s forest the rain is snow.





6) Thief in the Bow: The fire-warrior is hate filled but outnumbered so creates chaos in all things, distant distraction, close confusion, timed-attack, and has to fight the black-ice witches, one falls, one wounds him, one confines him, the warlock begins a rant of condescension, when the wizard approaches the warlock announces the wizard is a sixer, nearly immune to the five elements, and that he must be shot with poison arrows and torn apart, the warlock begins opening the warrior and blowing the black smoke of the blackfire torch into the warrior sans haste, snow falls on the roof, the fairy kills the witches, the sixer kills the henchmen, the warrior pleads with the warlock, the warlock insults the warrior, the warrior kills the warlock by driving the torch into the warlock’s heart, his eyes melt, the wizard takes the torch, the warrior is alive.





The ice-fairy meets the wizard and they discuss the warlock’s demise, the warrior is surprised that they knew each other the whole time, the warrior burns the warlock’s body in his hands, until only ash, troubling and falling thru fingers, finished, intangible, he feels incomplete.





Evil twist 1) the ice-fairy knew the warlock, that he had been corrupted by the fire, but the wizard keeps the torch, the wizard and the fairy fight, the warrior is compelled to fight the fairy, but finds strength in his thoughts, the warrior finds a poison arrow and shoots the bad wizard, he escapes, but not far, and dies in a field of burning black fire





Evil twist 2) the ice-fairy takes the torch, and makes the warrior attack the good wizard, but the wizard still controls the warrior’s burning thoughts, and makes the warrior fall asleep, crashing into a table of glass cups and copper pots, the wizard and the bad-fairy fight, the warrior wakes from the raging-cold as the fairy fights-off the dark-fire, the poison arrow in her heart, but she freezes her heart, so they fight her with swords pushing her into the burning river





Evil twist 3) the warrior tries to destroy the black-fire torch, but the power consumes him, he becomes pure dark-fire, it is with complete magic that the wizard and the fairy fight the bad-warrior, the sixer puts the torch handle into the bad-warrior’s chest, the ice-fairy freezes it in place, the wizard holds him over the smoke of the torch, the soot of burning obsidian is too much for the bad-warrior and he, suffocates on black diamonds, blinded by ash and turns to coal and black sand, consumed by the dark fires of death.





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mjbanks

Of Darkness Spawned

The fourth age in its own place, a place of a new name all the same mislabeled, common misconception, thereon diviners to trapped souls, the ancient prison of the mind, traditional ideas guessing ideas of tradition, by the breath of the living a song those teaching themselves sunk into the great sky ocean and could not find the air.

The darkness made loud thunder from the clouds of every storm, but there were none to brave the storm to drown with them, the thunder hoped the mountains would come to the depths of the sea, but the clouds weighed on the water and the lightning struck the swimmers and set the rain to brimstone fires, those not struck breath sulfur. The darkness contained the fire because no light was brought by day. At the edge of darkness stood the harvesters of souls and spoke their ancient unknown words and rang their pointless and pointlessly named bells as they consume the ghosts of the lost.

The darkness attacked the sun and the king of gods strikes the darkness down, it loses and is dragged like all before it as the harvesters and the coming day watch, to the deep darkness beneath the world tree.

At the end of the roots began the light that is sound, new darkness as light and new light as darkness, there the ghosts of those who the gods will not permit to raptures delight must do the works of mental prisons, digging dirt that is not there, laying bricks that are not spare, those who are consumers of the human spirit are forced to chronicle each entrant and exiter without their mouths for eternity that they may not speak or feed on life, the demons laugh and rejoice amongst the valley beneath the world, joying and pleasuring while the prisoners of the underworld serve no purpose without interaction as the pets of dark menagerie, occasionally fed to the beasts from before the darkness. 

Unto the old ways where the water is wind and the earth is fire toward the high throne of the order of necromancy, unto the queen of demons, her gaze unto her loyal inspires torture of wicked souls, she gazes left to right and right to left and the screams of the silent become waves of writhing misery as symphony to she the source of the lost witch diamonds and snakes of amnesia, two hourglasses allow her to consume thousands of years with each instant, without costume or idea she rises, by the blood in the air her gown becomes armor marked by the pentagram. 

The teeth of the death queen bleed, her scream becomes her breath by so the creature called darkness that the god king delivers enters her lungs, she regains her shadow once sent to make an ocean of blood, her blood becomes darkness and eyes of fire her hands become sharpened talons and her bones of metal and attacks the god king. 

They collide and the filth of the underworld echoes overcoming all lesser sounds, a thunder in a cave of unholy disorder, she is without fear as sound and light are one in explosion. The god king tears the tail from a dragon and cracks its many blades and stones as a whip, the sharpened scales cut into his hand to pain handled only by gods to better grip, she strikes his face and cuts the water of his eye releasing fire and magic bringing blind and thirsty demons to consume him, they are the insatiable and ravenous, he tears the dragon's wing and with talons of wing and whip of tail of scales of blades clears path to clash, but the royal demoness tears thru his shield and cries acid onto him, he throws her into the distance and her eyes are as they were at the beginning, he begins to pain from the venom and his skin begins burning with bright fire. 

He tears a bone from the wing and throws it as a spear, piercing her and her heart to the floor, again a second bone, this time his footsteps the thunder, the demons cease approach and gnaw on the prisoners of the underworld now again, he tears at his smoking skin and sheds as would any snake, she leaps the length of many bodies, tearing the spears thru herself to attack him, a rage anew, all of her teeth he strikes at her impaling does she him her hands into his chest, wickedly laughing and wailing of bliss back and forth she bleeds into the god king, his memories become predictions his strength becomes cold, as he falls the snakes of hell envenom him and he bites the demon witch, as if to scream to speak she blinks but only once before he rips out her heart, her ribs are scimitars and flay his hands and yet he removes it, tearing it out with her shadow soul attached. 

The demons rise to avenge her, he stands bloodied by the damned and things of the holy sun, this is the summons of the archangels who spread wings to hide him and push wind to deliver him to the clouds and the black heart of the demon into the sun itself where all demons must bath in the fire of the sky.