User:Nextoy/Mythos/Grachaor

A Day in Grachaor
It's early morning. As both suns rise their combined heat pierces your skin.

Monstrous lizards bask in their light,

Their minds and bodies reawakening from the safety of the night

It's late morning. Already the planet has attempted on your life

You barely escape the jaws of a vicious monster

Few hiding spots lie in this barren wasteland

It's high noon. Both suns now hang above your head

The terrible lizards are now at their strongest

Its no wonder why the towns are so distantly apart

It's mid afternoon. You reach Djinn Castle after a long walk through the desert

The king should be doing something to keep everyone safe

But sadly, not even he can stop these horrifying creatures

It's evening. You leave back into the desert

A trip wasted on a powerless king

At least the lizards are finally starting to calm

It's night.

Death's advocates have finally returned to sleep.

Why must the night only last such a short time?

Is there any place in the cosmos that is truly safe?

Not that you'll ever know. You do live here after all.

The Zinbar and their Creations
Grachaor was always a turbulent world. This is is, more likely than not, due to the immortal imprisoned within it: Koraku the Feral. His animalistic nature causes much of the world’s self destructive nature. However, it also birthed the world’s biological diversity; especially among the intelligent species.

The first were the draconic Zinbar. Nigh immortal creatures who were able to access the world’s magic in full. However, they were also the first to fall prey to the world’s chaotic nature, eventually committing genocide among themselves. Those few who survived did so because they realized the true potential of the magic they held.

The power of creation.

Thus they held a contest, of sorts. A contest to see who could create the most efficient sentient being.

Those to the great northern desert made the Kezov; lesser dragons who were incapable of magic, but fiercely loyal to their lords. They are strong, clever, and highly intelligent; perfect servants for the Zinbar who made them. As they lived in the desert the Kezov were also made to be cold blooded, able to use more energy for more heedful actions.

In the central wastes came the insectoid Kolek. They are strong, durable creatures who were made to be the soldiers of the Zinbar; who were bred for war and total domination. They have four arms each, hulking bodies supported on powerful legs, and many have wings hidden beneath thick shells to allow for limited flight.

Across the eastern jungles that hug the mainland came the Sokel. The Zinbar of this land wished only to be left alone, so the arachnid Sokel act as their guardians, protecting both the jungle and the Zinbar who reside within with an almost religious fervor. Other Zinbar worry of them, however, as the Sokel are also a selfish species; hoarding the jungles as theirs and theirs alone.

From the southwestern tundra the Zinbar argued among two species: the Ashio and the Yikai. The Ashio are magically abundant like their lords, the frozen desert serving as a training ground for their art. Meanwhile the Yikai are large, herculean beasts covered in fur who rule the icy wastes with their physique; unparalleled to all but the Kolek in physical prowess.

In the tropical islands off the pangean continent were born the Gurak; vampiric creatures with long, spindly bodies who gain power from both the magical energy of their kills and the sun beating down them.

The most curious of all, however, were the Juric. Though plain in appearance, frail, and weak -- the Juric have another trait. They match the Kezov in intellect and ingenuity, and are highly adaptable to their environment. Thus the Juric live in every corner of the world, with local adaptations mimicking the creatures of that area while staying within their own recognizable features.

This adaptability, as well as the Ashio’s magical prowess, came a price, however; some of the Zinbar were frustrated by their failures in creating such things. In response they claimed these creatures as their own, twisting them into hybrids between draconian and anthropomorphic features.

Though hardly noticeable from an outsider view, these half breeds -- these mongrels -- were the source of hatred amongst the other races. They were powerful, intelligent, magical, and incredibly unstable. Their magic was unlike the arcane forces of the Ashio or the nearly divine power of the Zinbar. Instead they wielded the strength of their own souls, twisting it to their needs and forcing their will unto the world around them. Though this granted them magnitudes of potential, it cut their average lifespan by equal exponents.

Yet, there was one who was hated even more than these Juri-Zinbar and Ashi-Zinbar; the daemonic Raelites.

When Realette came down to the Grachaon surface he brought with arcane spores. Spores that could latch onto any living thing and take control of it, causing fungal growths among the victim’s body. Once the creature has been overtaken and matured into a Raelite the false god could take full control and use the creature as he saw fit.

Oddly, however, this was rarely done. Realette allowed his creations to run free, at least for a time. When they proved ineffective at killing he slowly enforced more and more control over the corrupt fauna of this world.

Further his efforts proved ineffective against the insane beasts of this hellish planet, so one special Raelite was born. A Raelite Zinbar.

This Zinbar, at his Master’s order, made the final species; the Kezelas.

At a glance they may seem like just another Juric adaptation, and to an extent this is true. For the most part they are simply Juric specifically adapted to survive the southeastern grasslands. But they held a secret power. They all had small portions of Raelite spores naturally grown within them.

These spores gave them power. A fraction of the heavenly destruction their creators granted them. This power formed them into near perfect beings, even said to be immune to age and disease, but also made them highly religious. They were zealots in the name of the false god, and purged all that he saw as impure.

Most importantly, however, was that when they died the spores inside them would be released. Any who ate the meat of a Kezelas, any who was infected by their blood, would form into a Raelite as well.

Thus the Zinbar’s contest was, in part, won by an outsider. From there the planet would simply be cursed to forever war against a force of nature that had long since left their planet to rot away under his own divine creations.