Exarian

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 is 227 years old, holding lord ship of the fast-developing state Seragon and its capital Serafaint, Exarian also holds the position of Hakima and 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"

Xelriannis 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."

Xelrianni wipes the tears from his and continues "But you and I here now, and you can keep living on caring that lesson, while those of us that can bear to write can share the stories and the history of that world so that 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. Now come and let us go back to the manor, there much to do and dinner to still prepare, and thEN THERE THE MATTER OF YOU NOT DOING YOUR CHORES FOR THE PAST 3 DAYS!!!" Xelrianni grabs his cane and swings it Exarian, but Exarian being quick just barely manages to match the old man's swing and barley doges it, stepping back and slipping on the wood floor with a THUD! of his ass and then WACK! from his father's cane.

Exarian would continue to grow up in the capital of Serafini learning skills, and his people's history from the other surviving DaeCeyonia. He spent his early youth roaming the woods and plains of Sparwood, or fishing in its many lakes. Due to his hobbies, he was not around the city much and thus to many of the other citizens never saw him or met him.

Exarian Witness to Serafini's Rot
Roughly at the age 72 Exarian had witness much of the nation begin to wither away, with many of its towns abandoned and the remaining citizens break off to new lands and claiming independence from the nation, such as litowen and windrop of Hostina forming to one nation with the aid of the UBSR forcing Serafini's weekend hand. In an attempt to rebirth the nation his father begun working on town projects such as building Serafini's walls to the north and recruiting citizens to the capital in an effort to save it. By the age of 76 the wall to the north was complete and the capital had sprung to a healthy pop of 21 citizens (Record of all the heavily active citizens during that time) and the UBSR was helping the nation regain its old land seeing it growing once again that year elections cycles had begun and Xelrianni begun campaigning for Doge, with Dinogamer the current doge stepping down growing tired of leading the country. seeing an opening Radioblade decided against Exarian's father. The campaign was rough with many of elders of the town such as ThelonelyBisuct and Dinogamer switching sides contently. During the campaign it was clear the town was evenly split between His father and radio blade.

The split was beginning to become too much and intensifying, causing Dino to begin efforts to further escalate matters in attempt to see the nation die as he had grown old of it all. taking notice Xelrianni begun efforts to deescalate matter, but it was too late. Radioblade begun building a fort in secret to the north in prep to take the city by force with his followers if he had lost the election. It wasn't long before word got out about the fort and Xelrianni begun prepping his followers and his company Exandria Co. to prepare arms and fortifications outside the fort. When voting day came and passed Xelrianni had won and the Serafini civil war begun.

That night Radioblade and men had run out of the city to their fort. By sunrise the next day Xelrianni and his forces had dug trenches and station themselves outside, both sides agreed that the fighting will take outside the city to prevent further harm to the republic. Exarian had found himself on the battlefield with his father, sword in hand. Exarian witness his father rally the troops and instill courage and unity with in them. With the Fellow surviving DaeCeyonia and their magical abilities the battle was swift but violent many lives of Serafinian and a few DaeCeyonia as they were still mortal, but Radioblades men fell faster and harder. Radioblade was losing ground and his men begun to route, taking to the sea the enemies fled losing the battle and the short-lived war. the field was then filled with victory cries and insults to Radioblade. Despite the victory the nation had been cut in half physically and morally. Deeply wounded by the end of the year only the house remained in the ghost city as ever one had lost hoped in the idea of the republic and the elders only attempting to rush the nations death. One month later Bardonia had declared war on the nation in an attempt to gain a quick foot old into Sparwood. With only the house left to defend the city Exarian's father decided to pack all of Serafini's valuables and what little remaining history was left and quickly fleeing the nation hiding deep into Sparwoods hills and forest. In Exarian's eyes where scarred. He had seen how the government was so easily corrupted and how quickly it spread its rot to the people. He had seen his father shortly after fall into a great depression for many decades in his failure to protect his mother, his birthplace, and his remain peoples second attempt at a home. Seeing his father's efforts and the cities failure would stick with Exarian for the rest of his life, building him into the Lord of Serafaint he is today

Exarian's Adolescence
Exarian first night in the woods was cruel and cold, for three days straight his father sat there crying and screaming. By the fourth night they had traveled deep in the woods of Sparwood finding them self's lost, the forest seemed to go on forever even when they peered over the trees canopy. It was clear the gods of Rathnir had cursed them, intruders to their lands and failures that shouldn't be alive. After many dozen long kilometers of walking Exarian's father had enough of the walking and found a rock hanging over the steep incline of a hill, step under it and fell asleep leaving Exarian alone with his thoughts. Exarian hungry and thirsty from days of walking and not eating, He decided to leave his father's side and go looking for food after all he may look young, but he was 76 and had been on many hunting trips with his fellow DaeCeyonia, so grabbing his blade he went out deeper into the woods in search of food and water, remembering the lessons he had learned over the years.

After what felt like hours searching for tracks and hiking many kilometers, Exarian finally found signs of an animal, but the feet markings in the soft ground where none that he recognized, wondering to himself that perhaps with all their walking maybe they were no longer in Sparwood the markers in the ground where a meter and half wide by 3 meters long with 6 forward toes and 3 in the back. Exarian smiled thinking that the beast must be huge. This exited him for he had never had the chance of hunting something so big before

Continuing to follow the beast tracks through the forest Exarian comes into a clearing, opening up into a steep and rocky ditch. Exarian's eyes immediately widen in realization of what the terrain means. Before Exarian can draw his next breath, a loud roar fills the ditch and two massive arms the size of tree come swinging towards Exarian. Exarian quickly pulls his arms up in defense but the weight behind the arms is too much and sends him flying into a rock on the slope of the ditch. Looking back down at his arms they are clearly fractured and deeply purple. taking a deep breath, he calms his mind, closes his eyes and focuses on the pain allowing it to spread through his body. A loud CrRacKk! and the sound of blood dripping on the rocks is all that can be heard for the brief moment of silence. Exarian opens his eyes staring down the sixed legged beast, standing as tall as a two-story house and with its muscles swelling in blood lust. Exarian stands back up his arms no longer fractured and purple, but a deep, dark blue resembling the deepest parts of the ocean, his arms covered in scales and twice as big as before. His hands three times as big with the tips splitting open into claws, and his heart filled with bloodlust and excitement just as much as the beast before him.

The beast digs its claws into the ground and lunges forward, roaring as if telling Exarian to die. Exarian raises his arms out forward palms open. The town clash together but this time instead of Exarian giving to the beast weight the earth does before their strength. Exarian latches on digging in with his claws and grip painfully deep into the monster's flesh and pulls back ripping two chunks of flesh from its face leaving it screaming in horror and pain. It lashes back out but Exarian counters slashing its arms spilling more blood into the ditch. "HahaHAhahAhaHa AhahAhaHa" Exarian's smiles "Thats it?" the beast steps back and begins a deep rumbling growl in anger back. "YOU FOOL!! you think that you can beat that thing" Xelrianni shouts from the top of the ditch. "What do you mean father I'm clearly kicking its ass and I'm hungry" Exarian Retorts. Exarian then turns back around to face the beast, his eyes go wide and his jaw drops. The beast face now shows no marks of ever being wounded and is stands four times as tall than before their fight now covered in spikes the size of a 4by4 along its back. The beast raises its two left arms again but this time faster and harder swings at Exarian and with a quick CrRacKk! Exarian blacks out. the last words he here is his father's voice "Dumb ass!"

Exarian opens his eyes finding himself back under the rock he left his father at before. sitting up he sees his father's hand extend with a bowl in hand. "Good your awake, now eat you rowdy child" Exarian's grabs the bowl laughing. "Thanks pops."

For the next 97 years Exarian and his father would explore the forest searching for any end to it, but it became clear some greater force did not want them exploring the greater world and would consistently send new terrifying beast in an attempt to take their lives. But as the years had passed Exarian grew stronger and 152 managed to achieve his complete shift into the first form of the DaeCeyonia, Draco benedictus in nativitate. Normally the first form was not achieved till the early 200's, but Exarain achieved it 50 years sooner than any of his other kin in remembered history. His ability for partial transformation was easily explained by his family's pureblood as it was the norm and early bloomers where not heard of but the norm for early was 20 years and soonest 30 to 32. Exarians father pondered, and debated with him, was this a blessing of the gods of Exandria or just the extremes of the forest hardening his body. Either way Exarian was surely destined for something great.

Exarain and his father were wondering the forest as usual looking for water and signs of game. When a break in their debating, gave way to silence, oddly the normal sounds of the forest like chirping and howling ad stop and all that filled the air was the sounds of water breaking. Both ecstatic they quickly ran towards the sound and came to a beach shore with waves crashing along it. Exarain grinned widely and Xelriannis began to weep tears. "The Gods have finely given up; they've realized they can't defeat us, hahaha!" Exarian spouts "or whatever lesson they had for us has been taught." Xelriannis, saying with Stearnes in his voice. "Don't go angering them again I don't feel like spending another day in there" Exarain laughing at his father's comment ask "So where do you suppose we are?" "I don't know this shore, shall we go up and take a look?" Xelriannis smiling at his son. Both spread their wings and fly high into the sky but no mater how high they went it was clear where ever they where its was far from and lands in Sparwood.

Exarian's World expands
Exarian now 173 finds himself with his father lost even more than before on the beach. Both debating what direction they have traveled in the 90+ years but knowing deeply that they haven't been keeping track since day five of being in those woods. So, they decided that they let faith take the reins for a moment, Exarian looks around a finds a rock large rock tall and elongated in shape and says, "where ever this pillar lands shall be the direction we go father." closing his eyes he hurls it 200 yards into the sky, the rock reaching its peak falls back to the ground with a loud thud. and to the twos amazement it too fails to decided and stands up perfectly straight. But fate teasing them sends a strong gust of wind blowing, tipping rock to the south west. Both of them standing there beginning to laugh. "It's decided then" Xelriannis says. "shall we get going then?" Exarian replies. Both spread their wings once more and head in the direction the pillar pointed for them.

For the next 35 years Exarian and his father explored the world coming to realize the forest had dump them in the farthest, northern-eastern most point with in Elhdam a newly discovered land far from Rathnir. Their travels back to Rathnir would lead them to meeting many new tribes in this new world and coming across many who had ventured from Rathnir to colonize the land in search of power, wealth, and more. Little of this matter to the two for they were ready to head home back to Serafini in hopes of reuniting their kin. But despite the 3 decades of exploration and coming across many great civilizations new and old, they failed to come across any sign that that their species existed any more in the world. This newly found fact deeply sadden the two now feeling truly alone, and only Deeping the scars of the two.

The Return Home
It took many Decades but finally after 35 years (now 208) Exarian and his father found themselves walking along the road leading into the old town Serafini. To their surprise it was not totally empty, but four humans had made the old family manor their home and renamed the town. Exarian eager to return home after so long, starts to run but a step in his father grabs his arm telling him "Not so fast, we don't know who they are nor do we understand the power structure of the area we very well could loose our chance of regaining our if we just rush in their." Exarians replies back with a simple "Fair enough, shall we go say hi then." Exarian begins walking forward again, and Xelriannis follows along with his cane. Waving to the locals, they are greeted by hello's and waving back. As they approach, they notice the gear of the four all wearing simple iron armour with parts blessed by their local deity's and their swords no better. One of the locals welcomes them and ask where they hail from. Both Exarian and Xelriannis reply back in a sarcastic but friendly "Here." Confused the locals inquired more not understanding as they had moved in to the city some time ago. So the two expanded their situation and the history of the city and its nations falling. The locals explained they had heard of the nation Serafini by toung and its sudden collapse but no more, as it seems the history of the city was lost to even the oldest of locals.

Invited into the manor they shared dinner and stories Exarain explained their adventures and travels while the locals expnaded the happenings in the area, explaining how Sparwood as once again fractured into many nations controlled by local war lords and the town resides in the lands of paradise ruled by the Queen TammyIsOnFire. The two Immediately saw the opportunity surely tammy and her followers where strong but it was clear they would have no way of fully controlling the area. Xelriannis pulls is blade forged from the strongest metals of hell, and places it on the table "I'm going to make you a few offers give us the manor and ruling of the town and you can stay here help us rebuild, leave and go find somewhere else to live, or we can run down we've seen your arms, and we know there will be no one coming no matter our actions, but we are not cruel rulers, we're just two men tired of losing their home so what will it be?" upon hearing the locals decided to oblige to their demands, but 3 days later the 4 locals would leave town to never be seen again, and hand of owner ship of the town to Exarian's father. Once again, the manor was in the Crimsone family and town was ruled by true leaders.

Now sitting on the porch of the manor the two discussed what they should do next, but it was obvious the town needed a new name one respecting its old heritage but one that reflects its rising from the ashes. The Two had long decided Serafini was dead and had been for a century and its history faded into obscurity, and so Serafaint was chosen that night. Serafaint a city once ruled by rotting Seraphs, and now home to the very dragons that ripped the rot from its soul and burning its self-alive in a purge for anew and from it rose the very dragons that climbed out form depths of its shores bringing new life to the town. Serafaint a Crematorium for Seraphs tended by mighty Dragons. In respect of their heritage Xelriannis title him self as Lord of Serafaint, Head of The House of Crimsone, and after Crimoctionian, the first of their blood line The Winged Lighting Breather, The Beast Bathed in its own Blood and Sarow.

The First Days and a Red Night
The early days of rebuilding the town where not easy, much of the town need rebuilding, and tearing down, many homes had been destroyed and ransacked the walls were crumbling, the old nation's capital hall was rotting at its timber frames, and the manor itself was empty and in ruins. Exarains father would head out to the mines and focus on amassing some raw iron and gold so they could afford new tools as the one they kept with them where old and dull. Exarian would begin work on tearing up the old roads and clearing old buildings to make space for new ones. Wood and stone were gathered and with these resources the manor was fixed up its old underground farms replanted, and the old family distillery was relit. Soon rebuilding of the main street that led to the east was rebuilt with a new crafting hall, stables, and homes above for those they would soon seek out to join them. But all would not go smooth.

As on any normal night, Exarian and Xelriannis where relaxing for the night kicking back on the porch and enjoying some Rum, the moon began to shift into a deep bloody red and the clouds filled the sky giving the night air demonic glow. A great boom was made and soon and evil god echoed out their voice all across Rathnir and Eldham declaring themselves as SKOTOS, King of Halloween, Ruler of Pumpkins, and that he was hear to have the blood of all the living creatures. Startled by such claims the two ran inside, and geared up. As the two where preparing in the second floors suite, a flock of flying demons shatters through the windows and fills the room. Exarain and Xelriannis quickly draw their blades and begun swinging and cutting at what ever they can hit. Exarain seeing their home is in danger proposes to his father that its best they leave town for now for it the Skotos is after them then there's no fear of the town being destroyed if they don't stay and that they can head north and try to meet up with others. His father agrees and the two grab any supplies they can carry and dash out of the manor and begin heading north.

The two blind cut through forest and over hills not knowing the land in the area they recklessly head in they soon find them self's in a open plain, burning with fire dozen of others fighting bodies and blood every where and hordes of demons from hundreds of zombies to entire packs of Wither lords razing the field up. The two join in and soon amongst the chaos they and the others begun to group up and amass in defense. Hours would pass and many around them would fall, but soon the sun began to break the horizon and with it so did the demon's strength. Not long after sun break the last of the wither lords where slain and the fields atmosphere would turn from a bloody fight for ones life to a bloody regrouping and tending to injuries. The two manage to skate by as the two's experienced in the forest and time in battles proved to be just enough to keep them alive but both where heavily battered. Soon discussion would break out and a informed local of the area would explain the situation to the Exarain and Xelriannis about Skotos, the veil weaking allowing his return, and that tonight was but the first of many. Soon word arrived to the survivors in the field that others where gathering not far, at a fort out in sea that was built in anticipation of skotos coming, and had help up exceptionally well the first night and invited any to come and rally there. Exarain and Xelriannas and many others would quickly head out hearing this.

Within a few hours the two had arrived on the forts shores and gazing up they witness what was a mighty fort scaling over 80 meters into sky bristling with open towers to fight walls to hide behind and multiple floors to gather in preparation. Troops were handing out gear and other magical supplies to those that need it. With not much time left in the day and the sun setting low once again soldiers began to set in and prepare their hearts for the night.

Soon the first glint of red moon light filled the sky and the demonic air returned. Sensing the mass gathering of Defenders Skotos himself apeared to the onlookers, shaking many of them to their core. Exarain would tighten his grip around the handle of his blade and cleared his mind. The Pumpkin king smiled in delight on the defenders' shaking hands and fearful faces and upon missing back he unleashed an army of zombies, demonic sprits skeletons, and withers apon the sea fort. Apon casting the army, Skotos would leave his army to shake the foundation of the fort and find others torment. The night was truly hell, the fort barely withstood the onslaught its floors where shatter, its walls collapsed and many where slain filling the sea with their blood. Exarain and Xelriannis managed to survive the night once again but, Xelriannis would be left with a permeant would in his left shoulder that he would carry for the rest of his life. word soon arrived that morning that another group managed to fight back skotos past the other side of the veil and that he will not have the strength to push through the veil again in its weekend state. Relieved to hear the news the two would rest and talk to others that managed to survive the night. 3 days later the Two would return home to serafaint.

The Newcomers
With the Rathnir now calmed down from such hectic events, Exarain and his father would start seeking out new citizens for Serafaint, the first of these new citizens would be Texas, Noodle Woodle, and Foolscrow, they would provide to be the most influential in the early days of the city and not in a positive outcome. There were others in the city but the effect of these three would severely hinder the revival of the town for years to come. Texas would remain mostly quite starting up a small local fishing business and would spend their days fishing of the docs of Serafaint. Noodle and Foolscrow would begin founding their own brewery in the town, with it soon seeing some successes and profit the two would take the step further and attempt to find their own house of Volaerys. The House of crimson after extending their hand to have their families join there's would see this as an attempt to take the city from the Crimsone family and would demand they dissolve this newly founded house. The two would refuse to do so and tensions nearly broke out into civil war but the two would announce their house departure from serafaint and from Tovarisha. But before Departing the two would break into the Crimsone manor and steal nearly all of the tools and supplies the house had planned to give out to the cities citizens to boost the citizens spirts and to boost the cities development. Apon finding out Exarian and his father would declare the two has thief's and traitors to the city and to the country banning them from the city and placing them on the KOS list. upon hearing this Texas seeing the city already falling apart again so soon would also leave the city to disappear into vagueness, though occasionally Texas would write to Exarian, and the two would maintain some type of neutral relationship. Soon many of the citizens left would also leave, leaving Exarian and his father alone once again.

The Passing of the mantle and Exandria's final death
Heartbroken and shatter internally, Xelriannis's deepscares and mental wounds would reopen for despite only being still young for DaeCeyonia spcies the scars of past wars, The Godfall event, the fall of Serafini, and the second failure of trying to build his son a home to call were too much. Soon Xelriannis would fall bedridden. No longer able to lead the House Xelriannis would pass the Head of the house to Exarian, and pass on the family's title The Winged Lighting Breather. These would not be the only thing His father would pass on to him a key. "This key opens to a secret Library, you remember my cabin in the woods from when you were a child, yes? This here is the key to the only thing I was successful in being able to give you, all of Exandria's history from its creation to its gods, their wars and history, their creations such as Thaloc's creation of the Devine DaeCon that led to our blood, The mistakes the gods made and the events of Godfall, and amongst them is my own personal journal I've kept since I was but a child till now, hopefully it can let you know your mother a bit more, There's even a few sketches I made of here when I could see her, there not the best but I hope it helps you, now take it and go find others to share these lessons with and go make some friends while you're at it, you've been alone for long enough." Xelrianni's would fall into a comma soon after handing these gifts to Exarian. One-week later Xelriannis would pass away in his sleep at the age of 448. Exarian would celebrate his 210th birthday alone, in his father's library, alone in that cabin so deeply hidden in the woods.

Exarian's first steps
Exarian, heartbroken at his father's death. Exarian would ponder for months reading all that his father had left him, all of his family history, Exandria's many gods, and all the lessons his birthplace had to teach him. Exarian would not stop just there he sought other text, recording the history of Rathnir learning of lands countries and cultures and their gods. Exarian set with new knowledge unlike his predecessors would set out on his own, for he now understood why his father had failed, why his world had fallen, and how Bardock was created out their failures. Exarain realized his father had been trying to rebuild what was already lost, what had already failed, if he was to succeed he would have to take all these Leason and build something new and unheard of before in history, he knew he could not just lead but he had to be pillar to hold up his citizens high, he had to be the light house for those who had lost his way, he had to be The Guiding Pillar to all and not to just those that call Serafaint his home but to anyone that found them self's lost, be it evil or good and show them that true power is raising others around you, higher than the heavens but it require him to dig in his resolve deeper than hell where it can burn hot and be forged into a blade.

Upon coming to realize this he drew upon his feelings and the power within him and focus it all into his fangs, they become harder than any metal found in hell, and he would rip them out violently without letting himself scream. With his fangs in hand, he would travel back down to the gate where his father had brought him to and using its unique properties to hold vast amount of energy, he created a forge. using it he would fuse his fangs together into one blade, imbued with his own powers, it two with the unique ability to transform, and light the fire held with in one's soul.

Exarian with new resolved would set out once again to find others to join him, and quickly would he find others wanting to forge their own paths. Within a few years Serafaint would explode in populace and many would call it their home and began expanding the city well beyond its original size and along with-it new fangs would grow back.

A close dance with death
Serafaint had quieted down after a long day of work and development in the city, and many citizens had already settled in their homes for the day to relax, and eat dinner with their friends, and family. Exarian still out and about finishing up his task within the city found himself stopping in the street and began taking in the city's rapid growth. standing there a drop of water would hit his head, looking up to see the darkened sky. Exarian spoke softly to himself "huh.. seems the bay has brought in a storm, oh well there's always tomorrow to finish up my task. I'm sure no one will complain." Exarian turned around and walked home, just has he entered the storm would bring on its full rain, a truly dark and bone chilling pour. and soon with it, thunder cracked across the sky.

Sitting in his kitchen making himself dinner the manor would be filled with a loud sound of glass being smashed and spilling out along the floor. "Damn seems this storm has got more bite in it then normal." Exarian would snuff out the flame under his pot in the kitchen and proceeded to go find the broken. But before he could even turn away from the last smoke of the flame. a loud yell filled the manor louder than any lightning strike that storm had brought, and filled with rage, anger and blood lust. "XELRIANNIS I'VE COME FOR HEAD!!!! I BRING YOUR DEATH!!!!!! NOW COME FORTH AND LETS SETTLE THIS!!!!" Stepping out into the main dining room, Exarian would find Noodle es wir Volaerys soaked from the rain and armed well beyond what was need for any job that required taking another's life. Exarian shocked about noodles over whelming reappearance and appearance in general found himself standing there in just shorts and no shirt, armed with only small kitchen knife. The two would quickly collect himself and Exarian would answer his call "If you have sought out my father's death you've already achieved it with your betrayal his will was broken and so was his heart and with his death his sins were buried, but if you wish to destroy his honor even more then get the act and take it with your hands."

Exarian throws the knife into the floor and raises his fist. Noodle accepting this sets his blade on the table and raise his fist and lunges forth no longer willing to wait for his self-made revenge on the Crimsone blood line, but in his impatience's Exarian slips past his first attack kicking him deep in the chest sending him flying through the manors front doors and out tumbling down the steps and into the street. Thunder cracks across the sky three times in rapid succession. Exarian seeing Noodle standing back up proceeds leap out of the manor skipping the steps and landing into the street nearly slipping in the rain. Noodle realizes Exarian making the same mistake takes advantage of screw up and lands a mighty punch into Exarian's gut throwing him back a few feet. Exarian comes to the horrifying shock that despite all he has learned furthering his development in combat had slipped from him, and Noodle clearly wouldn't leave any more openings for him and that he was severely at a loss. Not one to be giving up, Exarian would bring back up his fist. But before Exarian could react Noodle was already bringing forth a storm of fist and unable to keep up or maneuver through it Exarian found himself in pain as each of noodles strikes cleanly found their mark, barring through the pain Exarian would begin his own barrage, but despite his well through punches it was too late Noodle had already beat him and Exarian found himself simply trying to do what he could. Though they brought searing pain into noodle it was not enough for him to stop his beating. Exarian laid there in the street bloody. Noodle stood above him broken fist and bruised but victorious, Exarian pleaded for his life for he was simply trying to defend his father's honor, but it was clear it too was dead now. Satisfied with his victory Noodle walked off and disappeared into the rain once again. Exarian laid there in the rain and whispered to himself" seems I've made my first screw up, I'll need to get stronger if I'm going to protect this town, but at least I still can hold my blood lines pride for I kept from bearing my fangs and claws"

Exarian passed out, still not being able to enjoy his dinner. Exarian would wake up the next morning the sky filled with the mornings sun and the birds' songs. Exarian hobbled back inside his home past the broken doors and glass. pulling out the kitchen knife from the floor and goes back into his kitchen to finally make something to eat.