The Stone and the Flame

In the years before the Third War of Reality, a girl was born in a far flung, rural region of one of the ancient human kingdoms.  From almost the moment she could walk, her deep red hair attracted the attentions of the people near parents' farm.  She explored the forests near her home incessently.

Before she was very old, her brother was born.  Even as an infant, he was large.  The bond between them was instantaneous.  By the time the boy could walk, his sister was taking him on her adventures.

Both siblings developed a stubborn streak as they grew, often taking on difficult tasks and refusing to give them up until completed.  For her creativity and inquisitiveness, the girl was often called the Flame, for fire has often been the companion of inspiration and wisdom.  The boy, who had grown sturdy and large to match his stubborness, was called the Stone, for few things are more steadfast than rock.

Together they worked their parents' farm, far from the politics and pressures of the Human kingdoms.  Still, their mother told them stories of how one day a War would come and reshape the very Reality of their lives.

In the last days before the War, an army began to rise from within the lands of the Humans and the Fae.  It carried allegiance to no one land, but honored them all.  Led by the Great Sorceress and the Child of Light, the force was the Watchtower, the army founded by the Heroes of the past two Wars for Reality.  They called to all the citizens of the lands they crossed, asking for those who would pledge themselves to maintain the balance of reality, not raising up one race over the others.

Having been told of the War and the exploits of the Watchtower time and again, the girl called the Flame and her brother called the Stone left their home and their safety to pledge themselves to the cause of the Artifacts of Fate.

And so, like so many of their generation far across the Human and Fae lands, they went to War.

The Artifacts

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Before there was the War for Reality, there was no need for great generals.  Certainly generals arose; the fighting between Brutes, Undead, outside invaders, and the Human-Fae Alliance gave many commanders the experience they needed to lead their troops competently and with honor.  But the prize of the War changed all this so great was the power it provided.  But the Alliance was outnumbered by the Brutes and the Undead, who reproduced easily and rapidly, and matured into fighting ability with haste.

Seeking to combine the Fae's ability to tap Magic instinctively and the Human's ability to learn and grow far beyond their first interactions with the world, the Alliance worked tirelessly to forge a general who would be a master sorcerer, a child of both light and shadow, gifted with a great strategic mind and immense power.  This general would be dubbed the Artifact of Fate, a warrior who could lead the Alliance in their times of trial and in the face of overwhelming odds.  But their first attempt failed.

With time running out and no chance to complete the project as originally intended, the Alliance determined to split the powers of the Artifact into three vessels.  The first would be the Child of Light, a magical force with a mind for strategy.  The second would be the Great Sorceress, full of knowledge and able to tap into the hearts and minds of her followers.  The third would be She that Wields the Shadows, a master of subterfuge and the darker aspects of Magic.  This Trinity would be the new Artifacts of Fate, each holding a smaller amount of the power that was intended to be bound into the original Artifact.

This time, the attempt was successful.  Three leaders arose instead of one, bound intimately to one another.  The struck out, driving back the overwhelming forces of first the Brutes and then the Undead.  They pushed until they won, and then, task completed, they debated what changes they should make to Creation as a result of their victory.

Ultimately, though, the wisdom of the Great Sorceress won out.  They restored the world to the state it had been in before the War.  They did not punish the Brutes or Undead, as some advocated.  They did not elevate the Humans or Fae, as others demanded.  They simply left the world as it was.  To do otherwise, they reasoned, would be to take value from the world that had created them.

Time and again, the War would come.  Time and again, the Artifacts would rise, reborn into the world to defend their people against those who would destroy them.  They remained bound to one another, friends, siblings, spouses through the eons.

The Bond

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Once, there was a great and powerful Sorceress.  As was her Fate, she led the armies of Fae and Humans in a desperate effort to stave off the warlike Brutes, dangerous Undead, and consuming Kobolds.  She led the armies not to change Reality, but to preserve it in a balance.  Such was her nature.

The Great Sorceress, before being forced to lead her armies in desperate battle, had a consort, once, called the Child of Light.  He had led the armies and she had cared for the people.  She had taught them of Magic and of Fate, giving them moral guidance.

Amd then the Child of Light died.  His enemies had isolated him and he fell beneath the desert sun.  And so the Great Sorceress was alone.  Her forces, demoralized and outnumbered, appeared in dire straights.

A prince from a great Human kingdom came to her, seeking to offer his services in leading her armies.  He was from a long lineage, trained in magic and war.  All he sought, he promised, was the Great Sorceress' hand, just as the Child of Light had.  She declined.

Spurned, he launched his campaign in her behalf without her consent.  The Human nations rallied and their Fae allies surged to their support.  The Prince was a great leader, and sure that soon he would win the hand of his intended.

Still she would not have him.  He raged at the thought.  He grew determined to supplant her claim on the changes to reality which lay ahead.  Determined to be the leader who ended the cycle of conflict forever.

He saw the cycle which had been caused by the conflict between Formed and that which was Unformed.  Saw that Magic had been bound into Fate by the Formed.  And he grew angry.  They had risked his world for their battle.  A plan formed in his mind: if Magic was gone from Creation, the war could not return.  Surely then none could question his wisdom.

He announced his plan to those who had rallied behind him.  The majority roared their approval.  He had rallied them and they tired of war.  Only those who had always served the Great Sorceress and the Child of Light dissented.  The Fae grew concerned aware that the loss of Magic could cripple or destroy them.  These forces drew back, determined to defend the Sorceress so she could complete her task.

The Prince challenged her to a duel.  Wanting to spare her people from firther bloodshed, the Sorceress agreed.  Some of her people would go to an isolated island, to create a redoubt against the changes the Prince sought.  Others would guard her against treachery.

The Prince had no magical strength of his own, but he had found a solution.  He had struck a bargain with the forces of that which was Unformed.  They would neutralize the strength of the Great Sorceress.  He was certain that he could affect the changes he intended and escape his deal with that which was Unformed through the severing of Magic from Creation.

Some from his forces learned of his deal and attempted to warn the Sorceress, but she could not go back on her word.  The duel was set and bound to go forward.  Her powers blocked by that which was Unformed, the Great Sorceress was no match for the fighting skill of the Prince.  She was defeated.

The Prince's changes were bound to the loom of Fate.  He did not escape his deal, though, and was snatched away by that which was Unformed.  Dying and knowing her world was ending, the Great Sorceress called upon her allies, the Fae, Humans, and other folk who would stay beyond the changes wrought by the Prince.

With her last breaths she bound them to the souls of her followers.  When they were reborn, this bond would connect them to those they lost.  In time the Bond might grow strong and what was lost might be relearned.  And the harm the Prince had brought might be healed.  The Bond is the key, the last bastion against the fall of Creation.  The Bond is the last hope for what was lost to return.

The Heroes

In war, men and women are tested. Some collapse.  Some hold steady.  Others rise to notable levels and become heroes.  In the War of Reality, these Heroes could rise a point at which they become bound to Fate.

The first heroes rose in the wake of the appearance of the Artifacts of Fate in the First War of Reality.  These Heroes were a small, elite group.  They turned the tide in several key battles, driving back attacks by the Brutes and Undead time and again.

Like the Artifacts, the Heroes became bound to Fate, spun out into the world in times of need.  By the time the Second War of Reality dawned, the Heroes had lived hundreds of lives, fighting one another and the forces which would threaten their world.  It was almost bot enough.

The Kobolds were summoned by the Brutes shortly into the War. They subsumed the Brutes and cut a savage path into the world.  They consumed, driving deep into Fae lands and corrupting their essence.  Brute bands, fleeing the fall of their bretheren, stormed into human lands.

A beautiful and powerful Fae queen took up the cause after her sister was lost and a great city destroyed.  Gathering a cadre of heroes, set made war upon the Kobolds, killing droves of the canine-like humanoids.

Other groups of Heroes formed bands which hunted the rogue Brutes, ceasing their efforts to rape and pillage in human lands.  When the Child of Light fell, these Heroes rallied to the Great Sorceress and decided the outcome of the War.  New members joined their ranks and a few faded away, but as a group they remained vital.

Once more the Heroes were bound to lives of meaning time and again.  When the Third War of Reality began, they were a highly skilled force.  The War was a difficult one, though.  The Kobolds had completely supplanted the Brutes, and children of that which was Unformed roamed freely in the darker forests of the world.

Many of the Heroes fell.  When the Child of Light fell as well, they were too few to turn the tide in favor of the Great Sorceress.  Some work with She that Wields the Shadows to destablize the Undead.  Some departed to create the defenses which would preserve the Island Home.  Others rallied to service of a haughty Prince.  Those who remained worked at the behest of the Great Sorceress to protect the people and re-unify their peers.

Ultimately, their efforts were not enough.  The Prince changed reality to his whims.  Since that time the Heroes remained the agents of Fate.  They have fought across many nations, still driven to defend their people.  Many have fallen, never to rise.  Others have fought their bond to Fate.  And some have embraced their role despite the fact that their reality is gone and the one which replaced it rings hollow.

These Heroes have fought the Devouring Mother.  They have inspired the tales of gods and heroes.  They have fought great battles and discovered new knowledge.  And in the times to come, they will be needed.