Exarian

= Exarian L. Crimsone =

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

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

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

Exarain'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. Exarain smiled thinking that this beast must be huge. This exited him for he had never had the chance of hunting something so big before