A Brief History of Caelus and Enghor

Once more, the following is a work composed by my good friend, Oberon. This piece is more descriptive than most, so I have always been skeptical about the accuracy of the details. My friend was not typically one to exaggerate or embellish, but alas, I would certainly not put it past him. Regardless, this account gets across the story of Caelus quite well. It also explains why we call our home the Kingdom of Enghor…

            In a time before great civilizations, Caelus, a sage of fire and once ruler of the underworld, reigned supreme over all of Friedünn. Breaching the barrier between the world of the living and the world of the dead, Caelus erupted from the sea atop his phoenix, Avideus, in a monumental explosion that formed the chain of islands north of the mainland, which is characterized by the volcano from out of which the two came forth. Reeking of death’s putrid odor, and standing larger than life, Caelus was a dark figure. His leathery skin was black, and his red veins coursed with the forgotten dignity of those whom had passed. An aura of fire surrounded him, and his yellow eyes burned with a lust for supreme power. He fed off of the suffering of the dead left in the underworld, of which there was no short supply. The phoenix he rode paralleled a dragon in size and was an entity composed of underworldly fire when enlarged. Streaks of black perfectly accompanied these flames to form a terribly majestic creature. In its normal state, the phoenix would shrink down to the size of a hawk, yet remain black with burning yellow eyes like its master. The two were one in the same; one being, yet separate. They possessed the ability to see, hear, and feel what the other saw, heard, and felt. When Caelus was strong, Avideus would be strong; when Caelus was weak, Avideus would be weak. Apart, they were powerful; united, they were nearly unstoppable.

            From the volcano, Caelus flew atop Avideus to the mainland to claim the land and lives that he believed to be his. Liberating the feranox and gargoyles from the underworld he once ruled was the initial priority to achieve this, so he traversed deep into the heart of the Eastern Mountain Range to create a permanent bridge between the world of the living and the world of the dead. Upon completion, Friedünn was plunged into darkness as hundreds of feranox and gargoyles spewed from beneath. Along with the command of his army of underworldly beasts to do his bidding, Caelus used his unmatched power to call upon fire and molten rock to make short work of the human and shivurna tribes that stood in defiance. It seemed as though there were no creatures capable of thwarting the new ruler of Friedünn. The third eye of the shivurna was powerless against Caelus and his minions, and there was no gathering of man large enough to make a significant impact. In an instant, Caelus could scorch the landscape, and would do so, if any opposed his rule. A supernatural being, he used this ability to rule the land for thousands of years.

            In the time before Caelus’ appearance, pockets of man and shivurna riddled the continent and roamed freely; now, all were oppressed by Caelus and his army. A light came, though, when a slave who worked closest to Caelus discovered what could be a fundamental weakness in his master. A man who went by the name of Enghor noticed that, throughout his travels with Caelus, the supreme being grew weaker the longer he was away from his origins in the volcano. Unbeknownst to Enghor, this was due to the fact that the lava within the volcano to the north was filled with tormented souls that Caelus used to replenish his strength. Nonetheless, Enghor devised a plan to overthrow the fiery beast, and let word spread; Caelus and Avideus were no longer the only entities traversing the world like wildfire. The plan was to stage a string of miniature revolts against Caelus’ faithful army to keep Caelus away from his volcanic home until he grew weak enough to defeat. Enghor would “catch word” of these uprisings and suggest to Caelus that he put them down by demonstrating his true power so that those whom opposed him would never again take up arms for fear of a blistering demise. It was a relatively crude plan, but it incited enough hope to carry out.

            The uprisings took place all across Friedünn. Enghor would simply tell Caelus where he heard or speculated that problems were arising, Caelus would fly there atop Avideus as his closest servants followed on horseback, and the protestors would instigate a battle. The result was always the same: those who were revolting would put up an honorable bout against the army, but then be scorched the moment Caelus arrived, and Caelus would move on. Those killed in the early stages of the plan sacrificed themselves for what was to come. During these travels, a much larger force of man and shivurna amassed near the volcano Caelus would return to after his extended journey with Enghor and his other close servants. The force streamed in and took refuge in the rocky terrain that led to the base of the volcano. A significant force of feranox and gargoyles inhabited the singed island, but they all remained on the volcano, unaware of the counterforce forming beneath.

            When Caelus’ party finally returned to the island volcano one foggy day, Caelus himself was by far the weakest Enghor had ever seen him. Avideus had taken his smaller form, as he, too, was drastically weakened. Upon landing, Caelus immediately began his lengthy walk to the volcano with Avideus perched on his shoulder, too fatigued to fly. This is when the battle for freedom began.

            Thousands of soldiers ambushed Caelus from all directions. He immediately snapped out of his daze, and Avideus soared high into the sky, enlarging himself into the fiery phoenix the resistance had learned to fear. Screeching above, Avideus swooped down and created a wall of fire between the assailants and Caelus before shrinking down and returning to Caelus’ shoulder. Enghor was nearest the wall and, as the flames licked his determined face, caught the gaze of the tyrant whom merely began laughing. Caelus then picked up his right foot and shook the entire island as he stomped it down. Hundreds of feranox came charging down the side of the volcano in response, and hundreds of gargoyles blackened the sky. To this, Enghor unsheathed his sword, raised it high, and, with a mighty yell, leapt through the wall of fire with an army of his own following closely on his heels. Caelus grinned a sinister grin and shot balls of fire at the resistance while working his way backward toward the base of the volcano. Shortly thereafter, the two armies clashed, and a battle for the ages began.

            Gargoyles swooped down in wave after unrelenting wave, and feranox maimed each and every soldier they could, but this did not stop the determined forces of Friedünn, and the battle for freedom persisted as dusk fell upon it. By now, the ground was painted red and black from the blood of the two enemies. Realizing the battle was in a deadlock, Caelus knelt down and bowed his head. Once again, the island began to tremble, and the forces of man and shivurna looked on in horror as Caelus raised his head, inciting the volcano to growl and thick smoke to billow from its wide mouth. He raised his black arms with his red veins brightening, and flaming rocks spat out of the volcano. Hundreds of soldiers retreated to the shore as white hot stones rained down upon them and feranox and gargoyles pursued to pick off inattentive prey. Enghor stood at the front line, astounded, moving only to slice any fowl creatures that made the fatal mistake of attacking him.

            As hundreds ran for their lives away from the volcano through the dismembered bodies of their fallen comrades, hundreds more remained beside Enghor. Now, Caelus slowly rose to his feet, and magma began spewing down. Enghor stepped forward and immediately caught Caelus’ attention as he had before. He sprinted at Caelus with his sword drawn, and Caelus fully raised his arms. In a mighty explosion, fire from the deepest depths of the underworld came rushing out of the volcano. The blast leveled everybody except for Enghor, whom merely stumbled; he regained his balance and continued toward Caelus head on. Caelus reached his arms back to call upon the molten rock that was nearing them and swept his arms to the front of Enghor in an effort to bring lava beneath his feet, but Enghor dived and, with all his might, plunged his sword into the neck of Caelus. Avideus flew from Caelus’ shoulder and disappeared into the night sky as Caelus was tackled to the ground with Enghor atop him. Magma rushed around them, and now the men and shivurna whom had stood beside Enghor retreated, as did Caelus’ army.

            Caelus lie motionless on the ground, and Enghor’s sword grew hot. Enghor removed the sword from the neck of his adversary and tossed the searing metal to the side. As it clanked against the ground, the body of the fiery entity began to glow bright. It glowed with the radiance of a thousand suns and melted into what was a shimmering, metallic substance that proceeded to crawl up Enghor’s arms and legs. He slowly stood, and the fluid continued upward until it encased him entirely. It then seeped into the skin of the victor whose eyes glowed bright yellow. He extended an arm and the lava flowing all around him stopped, as did Caelus’ retreating army. He clenched his open hand into a fist and all of the still magma hardened into rock; gargoyles fell from the sky, and feranox crumbled to the ground. He turned to the volcano, raised his arms, and calmed it in an instant. He then methodically walked all the way to the lip of the volcano and stared down into the bubbling liquid. A single, young shivurna who had rushed along behind him caught up and watched as Enghor waded knee deep into the lava. The volcano trembled once more, and Enghor continued in until he was waist deep. It was at this point that he paused and gradually sunk beneath the surface, leaving the lone shivurna to stand in astonishment.

            Everything was still as the moon floated calmly overhead, lighting the scene. The shivurna walked to the edge where Enghor had entered and noticed bubbles emerging from the spot Enghor had gone under. In that instant, the volcano was filled with an intense, yellow light, and a beam shot straight up into the sky. The shivurna fell back and covered his face, and the soldiers along the shore were forced to shield their eyes from the immense brightness. The beam illuminated the carnage left in the wake of battle and ripped through the clouds before dispersing as quickly as it had appeared. When the shivurna in the volcano opened his eyes after the spectacle, he noticed that the pool of lava had been replaced by a bed of black rock with Enghor lying in the middle. He rushed over to him and picked up his head. Enghor opened his eyes, which had returned to normal, and pointed to the sky. Straight above them was a now fiery moon, and Enghor, before slipping into unconsciousness, muttered, “Caelus shall never again inhabit Friedünn.”

            The shivurna carried Enghor out of the volcano and down to the shore, where the man who had banished Caelus to the moon was closely monitored and gradually nursed back to health. The excitement that would have otherwise filled those left from the assembly of man and shivurna was hampered for a majority of the night until, that is, Enghor woke. The moment he did, they all rejoiced in triumph. At long last, they were free. The following morning, the coalition began the return journey to the mainland to retake their homes from the fragments of Caelus’ army that remained. They easily slaughtered what was left of the beasts from the underworld, and the monsters that managed to survive retreated to the Eastern Mountain Range.

            In the years that followed, the City of Enghor—which would later grow into the Kingdom of Enghor—was established with Enghor as its first leader. The lone shivurna who had witnessed Enghor’s transformation and carried him out of the volcano established a city of his own, Raj Miasto, on the far side of the Eastern Mountain Range. A large portion of mankind united in Enghor, with the exception of several tribes, while all of the shivurna united in Raj Miasto. The shivurna discovered that with the expulsion of Caelus came the ability to influence feranox with their third eye, just as they had always been able to do with lesser creatures. It was a skill that developed as time went on.

            Generation after generation passed with no communication between the two cultures. There was no bad blood, only the fact that a great distance, as well as the Eastern Mountains and Weitwood Forest, stood between them. Each society simply thrived on their own.

            To this day, there has still been no legitimate contact between man and shivurna. In fact, such a long period of time has gone by that many people doubt the validity of such an epic tale. Many of those whom have spent the entirety of their lives within the walls of Enghor even consider shivurna to be fictional creatures. I find myself ashamed to live in such ignorant times, and vow to one day rewrite the conclusion of this history through experiences of my own.

This history is credited to a number of works created by many who lived during and after Caelus’ tyranny, Enghor himself, and, in particular, the lone shivurna in the volcano.



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