Exarian

= Exarian L. Crimsone =

Biography
Exarian was Born on the 47th day of Godfall (2 days before Exandria was lost to Chaotic forces) in the City of Tall Eos within the plane of Echgon, the 3rd plane of Exandria, a similar plane as Rathnir and Eldham exist on. Exarain is of a Member of the DaeCeyonia (Day-key-On-a) race, similar to half Dragons, with three forms that the species can obtain as they age into maturity physically and spiritually though only 2 of these have been achieved in the past 4000+ years of the species known and remembered history, sadly the 3rd form has been lost many believe it is lack of faith in their gods or Impurities in the Species blood line. Exarian is of the Crimoctionian (Crim-Oct-shi-E-an) Blood Line, A branch off of one of the Divines Dragons created by Tahloc one of the many Gods that had existed in Exandria. Exarian currently holds lord ship of the fast-developing City, Serafaint, and a position of Vilaya with in Tovarisha.

Exarians Violent Birth
It had already been 47 days of corruption, death, hate, fear, torture and death all brought Apon by the Rancorous Wrath of Bardock, Corruptor of Hell, Slayer of Gods, Exandria's living Ragnarök, Eater of Liches, and The Final Dark Witch are all titles, this anti goddess held in Exandria final days. The World was falling apart Species where being wiped out, history was being erased, planes where being shattered, as she made her way up from the last plane of Existence Voidias, but let us pass all of this as more can be read in the soon to be published Exandria days of Godfall (E.D.G.)

In the burning Capital Tall Eos of the Icias nation, Exrian's mother Esianis F. Heradias was mid birth in the Manor of Crimsoctionian, when Bardock erupted passed the grand walls of the city dragging the last god remaining, Tahloc, in hand. Tahloc is then thrown into his own temple causing the temples massive 10 Ton bells to ring so loud that if anyone else was alive to hear it all of the planes of Exandria could of heard it. This and to the sounds of his god's bones cracking where the first sounds he heard as he was born. His mother whispers in deep disperse, "I'm sorry son for your world was already lost before you had a chance to see it" With his father Xelriannis L. Crimsone cradling him, as they both cried. Esianis then pass's a way not from the trauma of birth but from the blood loss of her torn off legs from the previous escape of Bardock.

Moments later a bright flash fills the burning cities sky. and Tahlocs voice is heard booming across the streets and through the walls and windows of the building, "I'm sorry we made, and we cannot fix this, so we must pay for our sins. But I refuse to see the people of this land suffer, so I beg you that remain, RUN! RUN to the caves bellow to the alter of God seeds! and leave these realms for not even divinity can survive here anymore!"

The flash dissipates from the sky, the air begins to grow thin, and the fires begin to burn slower. then suddenly the ground drops an inch causing the screams to stop for a mere moment. Then in that moment of silence the ground shatters, splitting open to revile the massive Cassim lurking under the city. Swallowing the grand capital and all its destroyed homes, walls, towers, churches, gardens, bars, bath house, and schools down into it.

Xeriannis picks himself up broken leg and ribs with, Exarian in hand, his blade in the other and begins limping through the ruins of the city towards the alter. as hey draws closer he can here last of the plane fighting off the corruption that has become the army of Bardock. The last of the forces aid in helping Exarian and his father to the alter, where he realizes the rocks and bronze that make up the alter have bloomed open tearing through all the planes of Exandria past the last plane that is the void and into the unknown. But none of the last standers dared step through, for their pride was too great to give up on their lands, for they had long settle in their hearts that they would die fighting for it.

A second boom is heard echoing through the Cassim, Xeriannis turns around to look shielding Exarian with his body and blade to see Tahloc with his legendary halberd in his last "good" arm still fighting of the Slayer of Gods. Parrying off the Dark Witches blades and makes a flying dash for the last standers. Dropping his halberd and shouting, "RUN YOU FOOLS!!" he shoves them into the unknown. The last thing Exarian's Father sees is Tahloc arm extend and the witches claws thrusting through his chest and her fangs around his throat.

Xelriannis wakes up in a cave deep in the ground, Exarian still bundle in his arms, but sword lost. He then finds of the last standers by his side. They stumble thought the dark of the caves and as they climb higher, they come out of the dark to see a sunrise of across a bay. unknowing at that moment they had been thrown into the world of Rathnir, and on the lands of Serafini.

The Arrival of The House
The survivors spent the next two days on the shore of the bay tending to their wounds and trying to understand where they were, and how their world could have fallen so quickly.

The Sun was setting on that second night when from the cave that they had climbed out of one last thunderous bang ringed through it. shocked a few of the survivors climbed back down to the alter only to find cracked and chess board laying at its base covered in try blood, on the back was carved "I tried one last time, I played their game and lost. I was never good at chest any ways. Sorry Son" One of the survivors then drops to his knees and begins to cry. When the sun rose that next the bays water was a slight red, and the man was never found.

By the third day A boat came by passing the Survivors. The Survivors stood up screaming at the boat, causing one of the sailors to notice and wave back. The old fishing boat pulls alongside the shore and anchors. Xelriannis walks to the edge of the shore, Exarian cradle in his arms and looks up at the mast to see a white and blue flag with the image of a Seraph on it. The captain comes off, gives them one look and says, "well don't just stand there get on there's a place in Serafini for the lost like you, I'll take ya there!"

Exarians Childhood
Exarian early childhood was spent only knowing the world of Rathnir, and exploring the lands within Sparwood like any other child of the land. His father had only told him that is mother had died in the Glorius fight of giving birth by reaching up to the heavens and stealing God's clay to make her own child. It wasn't until Exarian was in his early 50's (roughly 14 in human years) when flying across the plains of Serafini when he saw his father's wagon and horse stopped outside the great dark oaks to the east of the nation's capital. Landing in the forest he found a trail he had not explored before curios to his father's whereabouts he assumed his father was working on a new trail. Deciding to see his father and help he runs down the trail but not deep into the woods just a little past the point where one could look back and see the edge of the forest, he came across a cabin peaking throw the windows he saw his father sitting at a table crying into his scared hands with a journal moist in the man's tears laid out on the stable Infront of him.

Xelriannis's truth
Exarian walks in, asking his father what's wrong. Xelriannis looks up, faced tried and swollen, and the shadows casted by candles in the room only further highlighting the depression within the man's eyes. "Son, your home was so beautiful. Its mountains reach out to the very edges of the sky, well passed even the highest of clouds. it was filled with massive lakes so big they could swallow up this land's seas, its oceans so vast and full of well, everything." Xelriannis laughs a little through the tears. "It was full of people creatures, nations grand, small, and ruined, and it was home to many of my friends. It's forest where so big and beautiful one would think that an entire content of gardener's ad come through and hand painted every flower, bush, and the trees right down to the rocks, and dirt. It's plains where so wide one could move Exandria's tallest mountain out to the edge of the smallest plains. Then one could climb up to the peak of the mountain and still not see the edge of it. its deserts where so dry and hot that it turns the very sands into glass if the winds stop blowing across them long enough. Xelriannis grins a little through the sadness. "My boy, your hometown, capital of the world it might as well ben, Tall Eos! its city was vast one could climb to the top of Tahloc's castle, all the way up to its tallest bell tower, and look out around and squint you can just barely see the top of the city's furthest walls and little bit of its towers waving the flags of Icias. It was also home to the world's largest arena so big it housed millions of people its field could fit serafini's capital twice and then some. The very gods of world would fight it out, fist to fist for the sheer joy of it, at first glance it was horrifying but after a minute you realized it was more than just a brawl but a mass display of their will, a will that they tried to pass on to their creations. I could go one for days about just the plane oyu where born on not once mention all the ones bellow and above it the reached out into pure delusion that if one where to see them they simply laugh and ask their friend if the spiked their drink to only realize that their friend isn't there and that everything before their eyes is real, but I won't continue more on it after all that's why I'm here remembering it all and writing it down for you and the generations to come that won't ever get to see it"

Xelrianni smiles and tear's role down his cheeks and through the grey of his beard. "But despite it all and its beauty, your mother stood at the top of it all in beauty, making all the gods wonder how such a thing be created with more charm and richness the all the plains together, but one had to be careful of her, as there was a saying about her. "That her mouth was filled with fangs" it was not said in describing the ones in her mouth but about the words she carried under her tongue, sharp and painful, so much so one would question if she truly considered you her friend or husband. But she was so kind and loving to the worlds people and animals. I only wished I had a photo of her to share with you. for my hands can no longer draw her face it's been to many years and the scars run so deep into my heart I can't bear to think of any of it anymore. I'm so sorry son. Your gods, your parents, your uncles and aunts, your grandparents and your great, great grandparents and even the ones that came into this world with oyu and me all failed to protect any of it, our pride and content and focus on what was in front of us caused us to lose it all. Maybe just maybe if we had put out ears to the ground and stood silent and listen, we could have heard her crying through the bedrock."

But you and I here now, and you can keep living on caring that Leason, while those of that can bear to write can share the stories and the history of that world so at least it be remembered by those that come well after our passing even if it's just considered as some old man's fantasy tale.