Kostaria/A God's Wrath

A God's Wrath is a historical account by Firey51 of how Kostaria, then known as Kings of the End, was transported to Rathnir. The document follows.

A God's Wrath
We had everything. Armor fit for gods, forged from diamonds and reinforced with magic, gold, and the strange metal found in the depths of the Nether. Stacks upon stacks of golden apples and potions. Even the egg of that flying beast in the End. But that was all before.

Construction of our capital city, Athens, finished, and others looked upon it with bitterness and jealousy of the things they could not have and they formed an alliance.

An alliance with only one goal, to destroy Athens, KOTE, and us. We fought bravely, and with a final stand we took them out, proving our position as the most powerful faction in Trapped without a doubt. We thought, "it will only go up from here."

What lack of foresight. We were fools.

Some of our members probably started mouthing off, late at night after too many drinks. They made fun of everyone who wasn't them. They even made fun of our god, Magic himself. After decades of neglect and after creating this beautiful world we had the audacity to call Trapped, this was the last straw.

Lightning stuck, smiting those who were making fun of him. The enchantments on their armor melted away, rendered useless, and the previously thought to be heat-proof netherite gear was vaporized along with the rest of their inventories.

After a few days of him killing many of our citizens and even some of our leaders like Blade, we eventually were a fraction of what we once were. With people dying left and right we all decided to gather at Athens, the last place we could call home, to make a last stand against Magic. As our brave watchers were outside holding him at bay, we leaders stood in a circle conversing about what we should do.

When no one could think of anything we realized that time was up. The doors were flung open and many of our watchers stumbled inside, close to death.

Magic himself walked inside. The leaders took out our gear and prepared for one last fight.

“Well this has been good but all good things come to an end” he said and raised his fist.

A solid streak of lightning exploded from his hands heading straight for Roth, our leader. He dived out of the way and the lightning instead hit the famed dragon egg we had worked so hard to obtain.

It exploded with tons of bright light blinding everyone who was looking towards the egg. When I looked over there after the flash, I found in its place a tear in the air. It looked like a wormhole, so I ran over there to check it out. Sure enough it matched all the previous descriptions of how a wormhole would look like so I shouted “come here!” Thankfully magic was blinded and most of KOTE scrambled over after seeing the wormhole. After a quick discussion among the leaders, we all decided that it was our best choice to go through. It was either that or death. As we hurried to get everyone in magic regained his sight and saw we were escaping. He raised his hand again and everyone who hadn’t escaped through prepared to die. But it wasn’t so, I felt a sudden lightness on me and as I looked down, I saw all my armor and tools were gone along with everyone else's. As we hurried through the wormhole we saw magic raising his hand once again to cast the last spell with the last person escaping through, it closed. Going through the wormhole was something I hope to never experience again. It felt as if i was being torn apart and rearranged inside again.

When we finally came out, we found ourselves in a strange place. After some exploring we found that we were in a new land called Rathnir and other factions (called nations, apparently) were as large as we were. We all gathered what little food we could find and headed off, to rebuild and regain what we lost.