Post by Senpai on Aug 4, 2015 22:07:26 GMT -6
The world of Kinacha was certainly familiar with the concept of war. Several circumstances had been encountered which had endangered Kinacha as a whole. Nevertheless, although scathed, Kinacha had rejuvinated over time, emerging from conflicts which unceasingly plagued the land in a battered, incapacitated state. The continent resumed its functioning, albeit not identically to before the periodic times of smoldering battlefields where the wars were waged. A figurative, agonized cry of grief resonated from the continent, until all was still.
Kinacha's consistent war-like condition was accepted as natural phenomenon, as if an omnipotent entity exceeding even the power of the Kinachas had consumed the world in this state of being. Harmless quarreling gradually morphed itself into full-scale war. None made any attempt to avoid bickering incessantly, despite the explicit consequences. The inhabitants of Kinacha consisted of meager, idiot creatures, as well as demikinachas, and most oustandingly, Kinachas, who would slaughter one another in the utter carnage and utilize their recently gained power to their own advantage, having siphoned it from the former hosts, in the form of a sphere. Although particularly crude, this summed up essentially every God to ever roam Kinacha.
Spheres of Kinacha were shared amongst Demikinachas and Kinachas. Demikinachas often inherited a specific trait and sphere of a specific Kinacha, depending on what their sphere pertained to. Ironically, it was mostly the sphere that decided a Kinacha's (And demikinacha's) domain of influence, along with determining their personality. The characteristics of these beings were derived from their sphere meanings, area of control, and influence. For example, a Kinacha of Slaughter would be an outrageously cruel being, taking pride in the suffering it instilled within others. Kinachas were inarguably omnipotent; None below them dared to challenge their leadership, as would be a foolhardy notion.
Beings such as demikinachas and idiots were forcibly inducted into becoming pawns for the Kinachas. No effort, no matter how valiant, was adequate enough to be spared from any such fate. At the whim of their superior entities, they would potentially languish beneath their iron fists, depending on the demeanor of their Kinacha. A kindly, tranquil personality as opposed to an oppressive, malevolent attitude would be less probable to enslave another. One meager purpose they served was reassuring one's victory, and even then the difference was by the thousands, often, particularly with pathetic idiots.
"I pronounce the king... dead." Kinacha, keeper of the knowledge, called out. Some broke out in tears, others ignited and subsequently extinguished. "We all know, of course, that the eldest son, Kinachaldis, is now the new king." Said a small voice, Kinacha, swag-teller.
After a prolonged era of lingering authority from the previous Kingacha of Myth, the former grandeur had finally been silenced. The age had finally ceased after an altering condition of steady peace and war. Although no direct heir to the throne was named, it was obvious who it would be. Only one was truly elligible to uphold the task.
Kinachaldis had obtained a reputation for his benevolence, known for his caring for all living beings, paying no heed to their size, significance or power. With divine forgiveness and equality, he treated his subjects with utmost care. A popular political figure thoroughly praised and exalted throughout Kinacha, it was known, by ancient ruling, that the eldest son would inherit the throne.
Trakinacha, the unfortunate younger son (By potentially a mere millisecond, as the two were dubbed as twinachas) of the Kingacha and brother to Kinachaldis. Unlike Kinachaldis' gleaming sphere of Knowledge, Trakinacha harnessed the sphere of Knowledge. Despite his equality of power in comparison to his brother, as well as his sheer honor of being a Royal, he was thoroughly loathed throughout Myth. Presumably no mouth had gone without speaking an outrageously vile insult when referring to Trakinacha. His tarnished reputation, as well as his malevolent and negative demeanor, enhanced any spite toward him. He seeked to one day triumph his twinacha, plotting in secrecy and gradually gathering support over the years.
When the opportunity presented itself, Trakinacha immediately seized it. Infiltrating the Royal Museum to bypass the guards, he and his diminutive group of followers invaded and eventually incapacitated Kinachaldis due to sheer number and combined power, for Trakinacha alone would not have been able to capture his brother. Kinachaldis was imprisoned in the dungeons and treacherous chambers of the notorious Makinacha'Ruth, famed for the impregnability of the sentient museum, which had never been mentally or physically triumphed. An omen dawned upon the land as Trakinacha held fearful, cruel dominion over Myth for two years, utilizing to his advantage the terror and submissiveness of those underneath him, while Kinacha mourned in bereavement, until spies obtained crucial information pertaining to the whereabouts of Kinachaldis.
Intrigued and incredulous to the information given, those loyal to Kinachaldis amassed a monumental legion to assault the threshold of Makinacha'Ruth. Carving a path toward the inner armies, where the quantity of lesser grunts reduced and the quality of Kinachas, such as librarians and 313375 gathered their energy, both the museum itself and the armies engaged. Eventually Kinachaldis was freed, utilizing a pristine method, and the armies, along with Makinacha'Ruth, dispersed with a victorious entourage accompanying the newly liberated Royal.
Realizing that his brother had returned successfully, Trakinacha fled to a stronghold located within the darkest recesses of Kinachell, dubbed Kinacha's Kinacha. A stupendous strategical area due to the lack of Kinachaldian travel throughout Kinachell, due to Trakinachian interference and advantages of combating on a home turf.
And, in no more than two years' time, Trakinacha's inevitable return came, having enlisted, drafted and recruited all possible Kinachas into his army, which indeed posed a monstrous threat to Kinachaldis' reign. Kinachaldis vowed to retaliate, forging an unbreakable curse which bound him to kill his own brother or suffer in the pit of Kinachaos for eons to come. Families were separated, pitted against one another in this dangerous conflict, of a previously unseen scale. Precious memories, items, and loved ones were forgotten, a desperate struggle for survival, as destruction razed museums and reduced once flourishing museums and elegant museums to battle museums. The two brothers grasped at each others' throats, each determined to overtake the other in their lust for control over the Kingdom, Trakinacha's overpowering desire and Kinachaldis' overwhelming care, ignorant of the soldiers fighting at their side. Quite clearly, the war would not end until one of the brothers triumphed. War, fire and destruction razed museums, and Kinacha as a whole. Flickering, blazing (green) flames encompassed the continents.
And so, as it had been anticipated, Kinacha erupted into this state once more.
The faithful guard the Kinacha for the Younger Royal Kingacha.
Their lanterns bright, they wait in Kinachell for the new world he shall bring.
The Last Kingacha's reign draws to a close, the onlookers fill with dread.
The Sleeping KiNinecha, terrible and divine, now raise a rearing museum.
Kinacha's consistent war-like condition was accepted as natural phenomenon, as if an omnipotent entity exceeding even the power of the Kinachas had consumed the world in this state of being. Harmless quarreling gradually morphed itself into full-scale war. None made any attempt to avoid bickering incessantly, despite the explicit consequences. The inhabitants of Kinacha consisted of meager, idiot creatures, as well as demikinachas, and most oustandingly, Kinachas, who would slaughter one another in the utter carnage and utilize their recently gained power to their own advantage, having siphoned it from the former hosts, in the form of a sphere. Although particularly crude, this summed up essentially every God to ever roam Kinacha.
Spheres of Kinacha were shared amongst Demikinachas and Kinachas. Demikinachas often inherited a specific trait and sphere of a specific Kinacha, depending on what their sphere pertained to. Ironically, it was mostly the sphere that decided a Kinacha's (And demikinacha's) domain of influence, along with determining their personality. The characteristics of these beings were derived from their sphere meanings, area of control, and influence. For example, a Kinacha of Slaughter would be an outrageously cruel being, taking pride in the suffering it instilled within others. Kinachas were inarguably omnipotent; None below them dared to challenge their leadership, as would be a foolhardy notion.
Beings such as demikinachas and idiots were forcibly inducted into becoming pawns for the Kinachas. No effort, no matter how valiant, was adequate enough to be spared from any such fate. At the whim of their superior entities, they would potentially languish beneath their iron fists, depending on the demeanor of their Kinacha. A kindly, tranquil personality as opposed to an oppressive, malevolent attitude would be less probable to enslave another. One meager purpose they served was reassuring one's victory, and even then the difference was by the thousands, often, particularly with pathetic idiots.
"I pronounce the king... dead." Kinacha, keeper of the knowledge, called out. Some broke out in tears, others ignited and subsequently extinguished. "We all know, of course, that the eldest son, Kinachaldis, is now the new king." Said a small voice, Kinacha, swag-teller.
After a prolonged era of lingering authority from the previous Kingacha of Myth, the former grandeur had finally been silenced. The age had finally ceased after an altering condition of steady peace and war. Although no direct heir to the throne was named, it was obvious who it would be. Only one was truly elligible to uphold the task.
Kinachaldis had obtained a reputation for his benevolence, known for his caring for all living beings, paying no heed to their size, significance or power. With divine forgiveness and equality, he treated his subjects with utmost care. A popular political figure thoroughly praised and exalted throughout Kinacha, it was known, by ancient ruling, that the eldest son would inherit the throne.
Trakinacha, the unfortunate younger son (By potentially a mere millisecond, as the two were dubbed as twinachas) of the Kingacha and brother to Kinachaldis. Unlike Kinachaldis' gleaming sphere of Knowledge, Trakinacha harnessed the sphere of Knowledge. Despite his equality of power in comparison to his brother, as well as his sheer honor of being a Royal, he was thoroughly loathed throughout Myth. Presumably no mouth had gone without speaking an outrageously vile insult when referring to Trakinacha. His tarnished reputation, as well as his malevolent and negative demeanor, enhanced any spite toward him. He seeked to one day triumph his twinacha, plotting in secrecy and gradually gathering support over the years.
When the opportunity presented itself, Trakinacha immediately seized it. Infiltrating the Royal Museum to bypass the guards, he and his diminutive group of followers invaded and eventually incapacitated Kinachaldis due to sheer number and combined power, for Trakinacha alone would not have been able to capture his brother. Kinachaldis was imprisoned in the dungeons and treacherous chambers of the notorious Makinacha'Ruth, famed for the impregnability of the sentient museum, which had never been mentally or physically triumphed. An omen dawned upon the land as Trakinacha held fearful, cruel dominion over Myth for two years, utilizing to his advantage the terror and submissiveness of those underneath him, while Kinacha mourned in bereavement, until spies obtained crucial information pertaining to the whereabouts of Kinachaldis.
Intrigued and incredulous to the information given, those loyal to Kinachaldis amassed a monumental legion to assault the threshold of Makinacha'Ruth. Carving a path toward the inner armies, where the quantity of lesser grunts reduced and the quality of Kinachas, such as librarians and 313375 gathered their energy, both the museum itself and the armies engaged. Eventually Kinachaldis was freed, utilizing a pristine method, and the armies, along with Makinacha'Ruth, dispersed with a victorious entourage accompanying the newly liberated Royal.
Realizing that his brother had returned successfully, Trakinacha fled to a stronghold located within the darkest recesses of Kinachell, dubbed Kinacha's Kinacha. A stupendous strategical area due to the lack of Kinachaldian travel throughout Kinachell, due to Trakinachian interference and advantages of combating on a home turf.
And, in no more than two years' time, Trakinacha's inevitable return came, having enlisted, drafted and recruited all possible Kinachas into his army, which indeed posed a monstrous threat to Kinachaldis' reign. Kinachaldis vowed to retaliate, forging an unbreakable curse which bound him to kill his own brother or suffer in the pit of Kinachaos for eons to come. Families were separated, pitted against one another in this dangerous conflict, of a previously unseen scale. Precious memories, items, and loved ones were forgotten, a desperate struggle for survival, as destruction razed museums and reduced once flourishing museums and elegant museums to battle museums. The two brothers grasped at each others' throats, each determined to overtake the other in their lust for control over the Kingdom, Trakinacha's overpowering desire and Kinachaldis' overwhelming care, ignorant of the soldiers fighting at their side. Quite clearly, the war would not end until one of the brothers triumphed. War, fire and destruction razed museums, and Kinacha as a whole. Flickering, blazing (green) flames encompassed the continents.
And so, as it had been anticipated, Kinacha erupted into this state once more.
The faithful guard the Kinacha for the Younger Royal Kingacha.
Their lanterns bright, they wait in Kinachell for the new world he shall bring.
The Last Kingacha's reign draws to a close, the onlookers fill with dread.
The Sleeping KiNinecha, terrible and divine, now raise a rearing museum.