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 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 bloodline. 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 lordship of the widespread, fast-developing state Seragon and living in its capital, Serafaint, Exarian also holds the position of Hakima and Vilaya within Tovarisha. With recently gained a seat within the Archon Council of the IAU.

Exarians Violent Birth
It had already been 47 days of corruption, death, hate, fear, torture and death all brought by 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's final days. The World was falling apart Species were being wiped out, history was being erased, and planes were 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 temple causing the temple's massive 10 Ton bells to ring so loud that if anyone else was alive to hear it all of the planes of Exandria could have heard it. This and the sounds of his god's bones cracking were 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 away not from the trauma of birth but the blood loss of her torn-off legs from the previous escape of Bardock.

Moments later a bright flash fills the burning city's 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 below 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, bathhouses, and schools down into it.

Xeriannis picks himself up his 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 he draws closer he can hear the last of the plane fighting off the corruption that has become the army of Bardock. The last of the aid of the force 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 settled 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 off 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 extending and the witch's 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 his sword is lost. He then finds the last standers by his side. They stumble through the dark of the caves and as they climb higher, they come out of the dark to see the sunrise across a bay. unknowing at that moment they had been thrown into the world of Rathnir, and into 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 a cracked 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 chests anyways. Sorry Son" One of the survivors then drops to his knees and begins to cry. When the sun rose that next the bay's 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's 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 his mother had died in the Glorius fight of giving birth by reaching up to the heavens and stealing God's clay to make her child. It wasn't until Exarian was in his early 50s (roughly 14 in human years) when flying across the plains of Serafini that he saw his father's wagon and the 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 about 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 tired and swollen, and the shadows cast by candles in the room only further highlight 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 a forest where so big and beautiful one would think that the entire content of the gardener's ad comes through and hand-painted every flower, bush, and a tree right down to the rocks, and dirt. Its plains were 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 were so dry and hot that it turns the very sands into a 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 be, Tall Eos! its city was vast one could climb to the top of Taylor'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 a few 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 the 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 on for days about just the plane you were born on not once mentioning all the ones below and above it, they reached out into pure delusion that if one were to see them they simply laugh and ask their friend if they 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 tears roll 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" 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 world's 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 too 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 you 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 me 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 is much to do and dinner to still prepare, and then THERE IS THE MATTER OF YOU NOT DOING YOUR CHORES FOR THE PAST 3 DAYS!!!" Xelrianni grabs his cane and swings it to Exarian, but Exarian being quick just barely manages to match the old man's swing and barely 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 many of the other citizens never saw him or met him.

Exarian Witness to Serafini's Rot
Roughly at the age of 72 Exarian had witnessed much of the nation begin to wither away, with many of its towns abandoned and the remaining citizens breaking 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 began working on town projects such as building Serafini's walls to the north and recruiting citizens to the capital 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 began 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 the 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 an attempt to see the nation die as he had grown old of it all. taking notice Xelrianni began efforts to de-escalate the matter, but it was too late. Radioblade began building a fort in secret to the north in prep to take the city by force with his followers if he lost the election. It wasn't long before word got out about the fort and Xelrianni began prepping his followers and his company Exandria Co. to prepare arms and fortifications outside the fort. When the voting day came and passed Xelrianni had won and the Serafini civil war began.

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 stationed 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 witnesses his father rally the troops and instil courage and unity within 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 began 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 hope in the idea of the republic and the elders only attempting to rush the nation's 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 fled the nation hiding deep into Sparwood hills and forest. Exarian's eyes were 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 remaining people's second attempt at home. Seeing his father's efforts and the city's 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's 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 travelled deep into the woods of Sparwood finding themselves 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 kilometres 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 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 of searching for tracks and hiking many kilometres, Exarian finally found signs of an animal, but the feet markings on the soft ground were 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's tracks through the forest Exarian comes into a clearing, opening up into a steep and rocky ditch. Exarian's eyes immediately widened in the realization of what the terrain meant. Before Exarian can draw his next breath, a roar fills the ditch and two massive arms the size of a tree come swinging toward Exarian. Exarian quickly pulls his arms up in defence 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 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 crack! 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 at the six-legged beasts, standing as tall as a two-story house and with their 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 were 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 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 smiles "That's 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 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's face now shows no marks of ever being wounded and it stands four times as tall as 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 word he here is his father's voice "Dumb ass!"

Exarian opens his eyes finding himself back under the rock he left his father before. sitting up he sees his father's hand extended with a bowl in hand. "Good your awake, now eat you rowdy child" Exarian 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 beasts in an attempt to take their lives. But as the years passed Exarian grew stronger and 152 managed to achieve his complete shift into the first form of the DaeCeyonia, Draco Benedictus in navigating. Normally the first form was not achieved till the early 200s, 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 were not heard of but the norm for early was 20 years and soonest 30 to 32. Exarians father pondered and debated with him, whether 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.

Exarian and his father were wandering 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 had stopped 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. Exarian 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 have 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" Exarian laughing at his father's comment asks "So where do you suppose we are?" "I don't know this shore, shall we go up and take a look?" Xelriannis smiled at his son. Both spread their wings and fly high into the sky but no matter how high they went it was clear where ever they were it was far from and landed in Sparwood.

Exarian's World expands
Exarian now 173 years finds himself with his father lost even more than before on the beach. Both debating what direction they have travelled 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 find a rock large rock tall and elongated 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 decide and stands up perfectly straight. But fate teasing them sends a strong gust of wind blowing, tipping rock to the southwest. 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 dumped them in the farthest, northern-easternmost point in Elhdam a newly discovered land far from Rathnir. Their travels back to Rathnir would lead them to meet many new tribes in this new world and come across many who had ventured from Rathnir to colonize the land in search of power, wealth, and more. Little of this mattered 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 their species existed anymore in the world. This newly found fact deeply saddens the two now feeling truly alone, and only Deeping the scars 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 of Serafini. To their surprise, it was not 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 lose our chance of regaining our if we just rush in there." Exarians reply 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 a hello and waving back. As they approach, they notice the gear of the four all wearing simple iron armour with parts blessed by their local deities and their swords no better. One of the locals welcomes them and asks where they hail from. Both Exarian and Xelriannis reply in a sarcastic but friendly "Here." Confused the locals inquired more not understanding as they had moved into 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 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 expanded the happenings in the area, explaining how Sparwood has once again fractured into many nations controlled by local warlords 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 were strong but it was clear they would have no way of fully controlling the area. Xelriannis pulls his 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 to 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 ownership of the town to Exarian's father. Once again, the manor was in the Crimsone family and the 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 is a city once ruled by rotting Seraphs, and now home to the very dragons that ripped the rot from its soul and burned its self-alive in a purge for anew and from it rose the very dragons that climbed out from 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 titled himself as Lord of Serafaint, Head of The House of Crimsone, and after Crimoctionian, the first of their bloodline The Winged Lighting Breather, The Beast Bathed in its Blood and Sarow.

The First Days and a Red Night
The early days of rebuilding the town were 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 ones they kept with them were 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 were relaxing for the night kicking back on the porch and enjoying some Rum, the moon began to shift into a deep blood red and the clouds filled the sky giving the night air a demonic glow. A great boom was made and soon an 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 heard to have the blood of all the living creatures. Startled by such claims the two ran inside, and geared up. As the two were 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 began swinging and cutting at whatever they can hit. Exarain seeing their home is in danger proposes to his father that its best they leave town for now for if the Skotos are 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 the forest and over hills not knowing the land in the area they recklessly head in they soon find themselves in an open plain, burning with fire dozen of others fighting bodies and blood everywhere 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 begin to group up and amass in defence. 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 the sun break the last of the wither lords were slain and the field's atmosphere would turn from a bloody fight for one's life to a bloody regrouping and tending to injuries. The two manage to skate by as the two's experience in the forest and time in battles proved to be just enough to keep them alive but both were heavily battered. Soon discussion would break out and an informed local of the area would explain the situation to the Exarain and Xelriannis about Skotos, the veil weakening allowing his return, and that tonight was but the first of many. Soon the word arrived to the survivors in the field that others were gathering not far, at a fort out in the 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 the 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 them. 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 moonlight filled the sky and the demonic air returned. Sensing the mass gathering of Defenders Skotos himself appeared to the onlookers, shaking many of them to their core. Exarain would tighten his grip around the handle of his blade and clear his mind. The Pumpkin King smiled in delight at the defenders' shaking hands and fearful faces and upon missing back he unleashed an army of zombies, demonic spirits skeletons, and withers on 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 were shattered, its walls collapsed and many were 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 quiet starting up a small local fishing business and would spend their days fishing off the docs of Serafaint. Noodle and Foolscrow would begin founding their brewery in the town, and 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 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 city's citizens to boost the citizens' spirits and boost the city's development. Apon finding out Exarian and his father would declare the two as thieves and traitors to the city and the country ban them from the city and placed 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 deep scares and mental wounds would reopen despite only being still young for the DaeCeyonia species 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, and 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 journal I've kept since I was but a child till now, hopefully, it can let you know your mother a bit more, There are 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 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 is 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 texts, 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 has 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 the pillar to hold up his citizens high, he had to be the lighthouse 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 requires 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 and using its unique properties to hold a vast amount of energy, he created a forge. using it he would fuse his fangs into one blade, imbued with his powers, it two with the unique ability to transform, and light the fire held within one's soul.

Exarian with a new resolved would set out once again to find others to join him, and quickly would he find others wanting to forge their 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 as 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 the loud sound of glass being smashed and spilling out along the floor. "Damn seems this storm has got more bite in it than 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 LET'S 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 the need for any job that required taking another's life. Exarian shocked about noodles whelming reappearance and appearance in general found himself standing there in just shorts and no shirt, armed with only a small kitchen knife. The two would quickly collect themselves 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 honour 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 raises his fist and lunges forth no longer willing to wait for his self-made revenge on the Crimsone bloodline, but in his impatience, 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 to leap out of the manor skipping the steps and landing in 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 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 manoeuvre through it Exarian found himself in pain as each noodle strikes cleanly found its mark, barring through the pain Exarian would begin his 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 noodles it was not enough for him to stop his beating. Exarian lay 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 honour, but it was clear it too was dead now. Satisfied with his victory Noodle walked off and disappeared into the rain once again. Exarian lay 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 bloodline 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 with the sky filled with the morning's 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 going back into his kitchen to finally make something to eat.

The Rise of Serafaint
Exarian would soon set out once again in search of those who would be willing to join him, taking the lessons he had learned from Noodle and Foolscrow, and his experience of encouraging others to join him he would quickly find others to be citizens. It would not be long before the town had grown to 20 citizens and with many of them rising to the task, he would ask them to join the House of Crimsone The first was Revender who without a family name decided to take Crimsone has its own, and be tasked with finding others to join the city. The Second Would be PapaPetek with his skill to negotiate and desire to learn Rathnir's history and diplomacy would be tasked with meeting other towns and aiding in getting Tovarisha to start recognizing the city as a major power within the nation, Soon TItianic13 would start up the first guild to be officially recognized by the city, The builders guild of Serafaint and with its successes in projects outside the city and within it, he too was invited into the House and be tasked with organizing the Cities building efforts, such as housing for citizens and commercial buildings for business. With the increase in the city's population and power, Exarian would begin the task of building Serafaint's Keep and begin tearing down the old walls so that new mightier ones could begin being constructed. These projects would help spearhead the city's growth and the citizens themselves, selves with many quickly gathering small fortunes, and starting small local businesses within the nation. Before Exarian knew it the city boasted a population of 30, and with so many new citizens he began organizing the city and would declare zoning laws and planning for expansion of the city and establish building codes to ensure the city but lacks enough to allow the citizens freedom of creativity in their building.

The Migrants in the Mountains
Exarian now seeing the city as becoming a bit heavy with its development wanted to make sure the city would not burn itself out so Exarian would set out to explore the lands south of serafaint as much of it had not been touched. upon going up to the mountain range to the old ruins of Chimu he came across a camp of 15 who had decided to claim the mountains as their own. Exarian would seek out their leader Sprisen a kind man who he and his (OOC) friends decided to set out and build their town. Thrilled at their passion and their desires to build a city and home for themselves, Exarian asked them to unite with Serafaint and join Tovarisha, with one condition they seek out peace and cooperation and protect the old ruins of Chimu and their history. Sprisen and his people would agree to these terms and join together as brother cities. Sprisen keeping his word would organize his people into a very impressive force that would soon develop the mountains with homes forges shops and farms within just a few years and named the city Blizzard. Seeing the city's power and the house role expand to more than just a city, and tensions rising with the Hands to the east, Exarian would invite two more to the House of Crimsone Dmpo and Steven. Dmpo would be tasked with aiding new citizens and setting them up to achieve their goals, and Steven would be tasked with setting up the citizens in getting their first tools and be tasked with mining for the walls and gather raw resources for themselves.

Rubies in the Swamp
It Would not be long after that the swamp in the South, nearly untouched since the creation of Rathnir, would see its murky waters stir. Exarian would feel the stirred-up air all the way back in Serafaint. Exarian soon after would leave the city to see with his own eyes what was brining life to the murky waters. Apon crossing beds of water and mud he would come across a lone man seeking to build himself a quiet life of fishing and farming. Around the man's neck was a simple ruby shinning against the gloom of the mud. Exarian quietly asked the man where he found such a wonderful oddity. The man gave anything but normalcy. " Wouldn't believe it! " The man chuckles. " Here I was losing my boots to this mud finding a dry place to rest for the night when i say it, laying there in the mud just barely poking out. " The man picks up the gem from around his neck and Shows Exarian in closer detail, with a smile just as bright. "I figured I'd be a fool to not call this land home, after all who cares if the frogs here croak a bit too loud, and so what of the mud? you won't get anywhere in life if you don't get your hands dirty. " Exarian begins to chuckle and then begins a roar of laughter. After a few minutes of jot. Exarian ask for the man's name. With a smile he responded with "Chocogasmus Handa Gradomir" Exarian Smiles back. "Well, Chocogasmus, I am Exarian L. Crimsone, Lord of Serafaint and Keeper of this land, but do not head that too much attention I have a question for you, I want you to close your eyes and envision a town here in this swamp. What do you see?" Choco Closes his eyes and takes a moment to imagine. He answers Exarian's question. "I see a simple and peaceful fishing village, people going about their days and tending to fields of hay, pumpkins and rice, cows and sheep singing in the pastors. children playing in the streets and in the mud. Fathers fishing and pools, Mothers cleaning their children and their clothes." Exarian ask one last question. "And What is this joyful towns name?" Choco smiles and says "Rubrica." "Well then I declare you Baron of the Rubies, protector of this swamp, and the humblest man I've ever met. I'd be a fool to turn away a man that this very land chouse to rule over it." Exarian hands Choco a parchment and Leaves with a final parting promise. "Within a month I will return, and when I do I wish to see the buds of this town you have envision begin to sprout from your heart and mind. and when I Set my eyes on Rubrica, I'll sign those papers and make its words hold power and weight"

Exactly one month later Exarian would return seeing homes farms and Docs. Along the roughly pathed out roads new faces used them to get to and from the fields and their homes. Exarian would spot Choco from the top of a grand building hammer in hand smiling and waving. Exarian would smiley and wave back. With this greeting the papers he handed to Choco, one month ago would be signed and become true. Choco would become next to join the House of Crimsone.

The ashes of Nullaria Reborn, Solium's founding and Pride!
During this Time Serafaint and its newly founded cities would begin to form the State of Seragon with in Tovarisha. Meanwhile immigrants from a recently fallen nation would migrate south of Seragons borders forming the State of Nullaria, but it would not last long, big goals and lack of organization and its people spread thin would see its people vanish and continue to thin out until cities collapsed and fell to ruin, But there was one among them that refused to give in, This man would be known as Darkmelon, a man of ambition and great inspiration, a man who could draw even the nations enemies into pacts of friendships.

Mellon would pick up the remains of towns whose name has been changed many times and its history lost to time, one that found itself in the Serafini Republic, Bardonia, UBSR, and many more. but despite the town's history melon would call it home and rename it to Solium. Mellon invited a vast array of personalities to the town, with it seeing massive growth rebuild and positive vibes. Despite this Solium was alone part of no state and deeply disconnected from the rest of Tovarisha. So, the Khadir proposed to both Exarian and Mallon to have the old fallen state of Nullaria's lands merge into Seragon. Exarian welcomed the idea immediately loving the idea of a new city within the state and another brother into his house. But melon despite his positivity had seen his share of government failures and thus was speculative. It would take many months of negotiations and explanation of Soliums role, power and freedoms to convince melon to join. But Exarian pressed the matter showing what could be had and made if they were to join hands. Mellon would find the idea to be expectable and soon Solium and its surrounding lands would join Exarian and his State, with Mellon becoming the next to join the House of Crimsone.

Serafaint's Rise within Tovarisha and State hood established
Now Having Combined most of the west, Exarian found himself quite satisfied with his progress so far has he nearly had all of the old Serafini region united once again. Satisfied with what had been acomplished he saw that the land he had was enough to satisfy the growth of the state, and turned his attention and focus inwards once again, but now with citizens at his back and strong local leaders it was time for the state to take its seat amongst the rest of the Tovarishian elites. Long had the region be quietly passed off as a dead region or not worthwhile since its collapse but Exarian had finally lifted it from the ashes and Tovarisha could no longer ignore his word for it carried weight within the nation. Thus, Exarian Would be offered the title of Hakima, allowed to push and create bills that would bring forth change with in the region, to let his people finally be heard, but despite this Tovarisha would face a turning point in its history dragging it down a long death over the course multiple decades. The first signal for change would be the Viodoxa Civil war.

The Bloody war of Viodoxa and Serafiants Bloody Contribution
War is never so simple and even now in the present Exarian Ponders to himself what reason, what need was there for this war, all it brought was bloodshed. Many Disputes would fall in the land of Cymru and eventually Loic would call forth the aid of Tovarisha. Tovarisha hearing their brothers call would come to the grand city and answer their call for aid, Exarian seeing this as an opportunity to cement Seragon as an official State, he called forth his citizens to join in the fight to retake the city and back up their mother nations sisters and brothers. Many Seragonians would awnser the call, picking up arms and showing their national pride for both Tova and the state. A division of Seragon Citizens lead by Exarian would find them self's present and center of both battles for control over the city of Viodoxa. Seragon's Citizens would end up sacrificing many of their own for the city but in the end, they found themselves alongside their allies in control of the city. Soon after this war Tovarisha, Viodoxa, Novareach and more would use this victory to form the IAU in defense of each other.

The Weight of Hakima
During the war efforts in the Viodoxia war, Exarian would begin using this time to connect to the rest of Tovarisha and its states, mingling with the influential citizens, mayors, Vilays (elected reps by citizens) and the state leaders (Hakima). Exarian would begin to learn of Tovas issues and how dead they ran from bad leadership dying towns and ghost claims left in the wake of the fallen UBSR and all of the history of the region outside of Serafini. Soon Exarian would find a reignited inspiration for the nation, he felt the desired change that the people wanted and saw the potential of the nation and what it could be. After the Viodoxia Civil war, Exarian would find himself increasingly talking in the ears of fellow Hakima and the Khadir's daily. Exarian soon found himself too busy in nation diplomacy to be tending matters at home and with the emerging towns, especially the south and the forming state of Nullaria that saw its region rapidly filled with refugees seeking to build something for themselves after the collapse of their own nation.

Exarian would immediately see much of their issues of rapid development that was spread out across too many towns leaving citizens of the state isolated and left building on their own. Exarian would express his concern as the state stated with a pop nearing 60 but in mere months (weeks OOC) saw it drop to barely above 10. Exarian would begin taken drastic Stepps to step in and help the gov further taking away his attention from Seragon, where his leadership was increasingly being needed as well. With Nullaria's leadership giving up hope, Tovarish and Exarian were forced to put the region under martial law in order to preserve the slipping state, but it would be proven too late, the people broken from the last of their home nation and abandonment of their identity as a community proved too drastic for any leader to fix. Exarian would take this lesson, a broken community can never rise no matter how much outside help the people must be willing to stand on their own to succeed.

Seeking to not have the same happen to his state he would rapidly return to his home. Exarian would begin a series of stringent policies promoting active citizens seeking to grow something for their own, and aggressively tightening down pressure on town mayors not taking the initiative on their own towns. Despite this Exarian faced what would prove to be any rising communities biggest hurdled, inexperience and green citizens who didn't know the world of Rathnir and its workings. Seeing to not let the towns slip Exarian would be forced to step away from developing Serafaint further in order to train the leaders of the towns and push them hard. For years (about a month OOC) would find himself in a series of cycles of growth and die off while never being able to capture the flame into the hearts of his citizens like he had in his. (This would continue to prove an issue to even modern day with the slipping player base pressing the entire Sparwood region down from its potential)

Exarian would slowly see a steady increase in the region over the course of these activity cycles, using these ups and downs to find the few Citizens hell bent on making something amazing just as he was, from great economist, Architectes and leaders that could inspire players with nothing but dirt and sweet. But Soon and Ugly, Dark, and Tyrannical regimen would not take kindly to Seragon's rise, and Exarian's growing Influence in Sparwood and over Tovarisha. This Group would prove for well over a century and even now to push the entire Continent of Sparwood down for their own sake of power and hate for the locals, with an open love and addiction to war and bloodshed, holding the core hostage and empty of life, and desolate of growth and progress.