02-23-2012, 08:21 AM
While the fall of Vesaria was a terrible blow to the people of Anyria, and to Talin’s hold on his kingdom, it would eventually be seen as divine guidance. With his magical powers exhausted, Talin found himself barely able to lead his people forward. The creation of the White Wall, a barrier of pure magic-given-form, had taxed both his body and soul and it was showing.
Leading the survivors of Darus’ attack, Talin did all he could to make it appear as though he had any idea where to lead them. The king was doing all he could to place one foot in front of the other, trying to come up with a plan for his people was beyond him. Despite that, he knew his feet moved with purpose. He did not know why, but he felt drawn.
For weeks they wandered, living off the land and doing what they could to survive. A few dozen of the king’s people had escaped. They were afraid and concerned. The king himself was barely able to lead them, let alone fend off an attack of some sort. Just when it seemed like the survivors of Vesaria had given up hope, a beacon of light broke over the horizon.
Sunk deep into the ground was a massive chunk of the meteorite that Athran had destroyed. It’s brilliant glow illuminated the land, as though shining a spotlight on the traveler’s future home. As Talin approached the crystal, he could feel himself becoming invigorated, swelling with the magical energies he had exhausted.
Flexing his magical muscles, the king raised his hands and, with a mighty roar, commanded a castle of stone and earth to rise from the ground. As he cast his spell, the crystal pulsed and the king felt even more invigorated. With a second wave of his hand, the king crafted a series of small houses and, again, the crystal pulsed and rejuvenated him.
The survivors of Darus’ attack stared in awe as, right before their eyes, their king molded a city from the very ground they stood on. It soon became clear to the ruler that the crystal rejuvenated his magical energy and amplified it as well. It seemed like far more than a coincidence that they had found such a powerful site to settle.
Proclaiming the settlement “New Vesaria,” the king and his people turned the city into a thriving metropolis in no time.
Leading the survivors of Darus’ attack, Talin did all he could to make it appear as though he had any idea where to lead them. The king was doing all he could to place one foot in front of the other, trying to come up with a plan for his people was beyond him. Despite that, he knew his feet moved with purpose. He did not know why, but he felt drawn.
For weeks they wandered, living off the land and doing what they could to survive. A few dozen of the king’s people had escaped. They were afraid and concerned. The king himself was barely able to lead them, let alone fend off an attack of some sort. Just when it seemed like the survivors of Vesaria had given up hope, a beacon of light broke over the horizon.
Sunk deep into the ground was a massive chunk of the meteorite that Athran had destroyed. It’s brilliant glow illuminated the land, as though shining a spotlight on the traveler’s future home. As Talin approached the crystal, he could feel himself becoming invigorated, swelling with the magical energies he had exhausted.
Flexing his magical muscles, the king raised his hands and, with a mighty roar, commanded a castle of stone and earth to rise from the ground. As he cast his spell, the crystal pulsed and the king felt even more invigorated. With a second wave of his hand, the king crafted a series of small houses and, again, the crystal pulsed and rejuvenated him.
The survivors of Darus’ attack stared in awe as, right before their eyes, their king molded a city from the very ground they stood on. It soon became clear to the ruler that the crystal rejuvenated his magical energy and amplified it as well. It seemed like far more than a coincidence that they had found such a powerful site to settle.
Proclaiming the settlement “New Vesaria,” the king and his people turned the city into a thriving metropolis in no time.