Rift: Travels Through Telara Part 2 - Regulos and the Blood Storm
Join Guardian scribe, Padraic, and his trusty, yet slow-witted lackey Bran, as they travel the length and breadth of Telara documenting the people, places, history, and folklore of the world. Before its all gone.
Greetings once again, dear reader. It is I, Padraic. You find me a bit worse for wear this morning. As you may recall, Bran and I came to Thedeor Fields to begin our journey exploring the people and history of our fair world. Unfortunately, this is also the location of the Sanctuary of Rebirth, where the Ascended are brought back from the dead. (I think we will visit the Sanctuary soon. Perhaps we can witness one of these brave heroes stepping back through the veil.) What I failed to realize is that even reborn heroes need beds and breakfast, so every tavern and hostelry within a five mile radius is booked solid. (And might I just say I find it disgusting how the owners of these establishments are inflating their prices to take advantage of this boom in business. Some of them are charging ten times the normal rate.)
Anyway, what this means is that Bran and I had to sleep under the open stars last night, and I am now as stiff as an amateur actor on opening night. Every cloud has a silver lining, however. We had beans for supper last night and Bran's digestive system is as primitive as his intellect. I shudder to think how I would have coped in a closed room. I have sent him off to find some food, but seeing as this involves him actually interacting with people, I do not hold high hopes. In the meantime, I thought it would be illuminating to touch upon the reason we are all in this sorry state of affairs. Regulos and the Blood Storm.
Let us start with Regulos. Or to give him one of his more popular monikers, the Devourer of Worlds.
Regulos is also known as, The Destructor, the Dragon of Extinction and the Devouring Snake, and believe me, all of these names are well deserved. He is the most powerful of the dragon gods that make up the Blood Storm. (The others are Crucia, Akylios, Laethys, Maelforge, and Greenscale.) Each of these dragon gods come from a different plane, but it is only Regulos who hails from the Plane of Death, which I suppose explains his thirst - nay, his need - for destruction.
Actually, are we even entitled to condemn Regulos? He is the product of his environment, after all. He cannot help what he is. (I paused after writing the last line to have a good old think, and IÂve come to the conclusion that it was a silly thought. Yes, we should condemn him. With much gusto and shaking of fists. We may be the products of our environment, but in the end we all make our own choices.)
Regulos is also the Prince of Lies. He whispers in your ear, promising you everything you want. Power. Eternal life. Wealth. He will tell you whatever you want to hear. Perhaps that is why he is so terrifying. (Besides the fact that he is also a dragon god from the Plane of Death.) That his whispers could be mistaken for our own dreams, our own ambitions.
The Blood Storm Wars
The Dragon Gods first descended on our world 1500 years ago. It was a confused, terrifying time. The dragon gods were trying to wipe us out, while at the same time battling amongst themselves for control of the world. Because of Telara's abundant supply of Sourcestone, the building blocks of life itself, Telara was considered too big a prize to share. Each of the gods wanted it for themselves.
It was a time of pain. Of suffering. But It was also a time of heroes, of epic stories and legends born. The people of the world united under a common cause. The dwarves emerged blinking into the sunlight. The humans ventured out of their tribal lands, while the High Elves left the shelter and protection of the forests. All of Telara came together to fight the invaders.
But it was a long, bitter fight. The Age of Dragons, as it came to be known, lasted for centuries. It was a dark age in Telaran history. Yet even the darkest of nights can be pierced by glimmers of hope. Heroes rose up among the people, and one by one they defeated and imprisoned the dragons until only Regulos was left. Even he succumbed. A group of heroes destroyed his physical body and banished him to the planes. The Gods of the Vigil, realizing that their policy of non-interference was perhaps ill-advised, helped arcane masters construct the Ward, a magical barrier that would shield Telara from the fury of the planes.
The Age of Dragons was over.
But is another on its way?
Everyone thought Regulos was gone forever. But we did not factor in ambition. Greed. These traits are our very own versions of Regulos, whispering in our minds, beguiling. Goading. And when Prince Aedraxis Mathos listened to these voices, war came once again to Telara. He breached the Ward, attempting to summon Regulos. He was stopped, but the Ward now crumbles, and as it crumbles the prisons that hold the Blood Storm at bay weaken. It is only a matter of time before the dragon gods break free.
Ah, I see Bran returning. And glory be, he is carrying a sack. What wonders has he managed to rustle up? Some freshly bakes bread, perhaps? Some newly churned butter? Some cheese?
He arrives at our campfire and upends his sack. A block of wood falls out. Plus a small, metal toy.
And a womanÂs skirt.
I look at him expectantly. This should be good.
ÂThe block of wood is in case we get bored. We could whittle something with a knife. The toy isÂ well, the same really. In case we get bored.Â
ÂAnd the skirt?Â
ÂWellÂ I just thought it looked nice. Perhaps I can fashion it into a cape."
"You want to fashion a cape out of a woman's skirt?"
Bran nods. "It will make me look striking, don't you think?"
"Bran, I ask this already knowing the answer, but did you, in fact, bring us any food?"
Bran's face falls. Ah well. Perhaps a trip into Ardenburgh is in order. I hear Borrin Gammult, the King of the dwarves, has been brought back by the Vigil. Perhaps he will talk to us.
And feed us.