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Reviewed and Correct Chronicles of Reymond: The Book of Life
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In the Middle, the waters of life flowed east through the great Bjoulsae. Darkness of thought continued to plague the Kingdom, as it had since the start. Only the Firmament remembered, the Star of the East and the Cloud of the West and all their servants in their vigilance. The lights of the night sky guided those with the wisdom to heed them.
Reymond often found comfort in the warmth of the Star of the East, after a morn's toil. Again and again, he would down a strong oak and roll the bone-timber into the rapids. In spite of his old wounds, Reymond could cut with the strength of two men with his good arm. The task was strenuous and dangerous. The bleeding trees attracting wild beasts. Reymond fought off many a foe to keep the prizes of his labour, tempering both his body and fighting spirit.

Reymond had lived on the banks of the Bjoulsae for most of his life, trading his lumber with denizens along the river. Evermore would receive most of his service, being perched on the near hill, while the Horsemen and hamlets downriver received the rest. Reymond would deliver the wood himself, something no other cutter would do, riding atop the Bjoulsae’s white waters.

On a day of fate, Reymond glanced up at the Many Pointed Star and lost his footing, dragging him under the curtain of logs. He battled the waters for a chance at Cynarete's mercy and protection, but her mercy was nowhere to be found. The Bjoulsae claimed Reymond for her own, ushering his body to the deeper waters of the Illiac.

Reymond awoke to the kiss of life, granted by a child of Vilgryl. The bay folk looked upon him with black eyes, reflecting back his own visage. “Awaken, Ebon King. For your pains are not over. The responsibility of kings is ever lasting towards those they rule, even in death and rebirth.” A priestess of regal stature approached him, laying her hands upon him. The priestess anointed him with mud from the Bjoulsae, signifing his role as a divine arbiter.

Reymond remained in the Bay Kingdom, a realm unknown to the Kingdom of Ebon, taking on six fish-wives in his stay. He joined their court and had many children. Reymond lived there among them, living a life of peace that was not to be found on Land. A peace that could not last. Meredie came before him, bidding him to answer his Lord's will by service in the light of the stars once again. Reymond begrudgingly agreed, for he did not belong in the waters. The destiny to exert Magnon’s will on the Kingdom of Ebon was his and his alone.
Reymond returned to his wives and told them what Meredie had bade of him. His wives told him to neither worry for them or to delay his return. Each of his wives presented Reymond with a piece of armor made from godsblood. They said, “Don the blood of the earth, husband. Let it protect you in your struggles. Your descendants will rule the depths in your stead, until you may unite the Kingdoms of Bay and Ebon as one.” The priestess spoke in turn, “Our Liege's Lord brought you here in order to receive this gift and message. Journey to the surface and lead your people, who have been led astray during your absence. Reaffirm your Lord's laws and mediate the Kingdom's conflicts. Let the blessing of the Divines affirm your Will of Purpose.”

Reymond departed for the land, his heavy ebony carried upwards by the tides of Vilgryl. On shore he found his golden mare dutifully waiting for him. Mounting his steed, the Ebon King charged forward in the service of his Lord yet again.
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Reviewed and Corrected Chronicles of Reymond: The Book of Death
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The peace of the Kingdom was challenged by the people of the south, the warriors of the place where the hammer fell. They had their own Gods and Will of Purpose, driven forward to ever-conquest. Their ferocity was unmatched and their invasion unjust for they were not of the Kingdom. This did not stop their commanders from raising their combatants and positioning them on the border.

The Ebon Kingdom's best generals rallied to her defense, gathering the most capable knights from every side of Wrothgar. With the Kingdom's seat impregnable on the waters of the Illiac, the generals decided it was best to strike the foe's capital; to decapitate the threat before they could breach the realm. Like a spear, they pierced through the invaders in virtuous direction. The attackers were able to secure their flank, however, and trapped them to the south of the tail of the mountains. The gallants held the enemy at bay from all directions, the sand entombing those who died as thousands fell.

As the army started to lose hope, luminescence washed over water and soil. The battle came to a halt, as both sides witnessed the Ebon King himself approaching them from over the bay. His horse, War Master, galloped atop the waves. As he came to a stop, the armies of the Kingdom began to rally in his presence, but his booming voice commanded each, “Stop this bloodshed! Trivial conflict is not needed between our peoples! Allow your leader before me so we may end this war before any more senseless death!”

Each kingdoms' army stepped aside so that the Doyen could approach Reymond. It was the deadland's god HoonDing, deity of Red Tides and unrelenting determination. A being of matching Will of Purpose. HoonDing stood before the Ebon King in shining golden plate as a stark contrast to his own armor of ebony. The god wielded a curved sword in one hand and an axe in the other, both covered in Manmeri blood. Reymond dismounted and readied his weapon to defend himself.
“This can only be settled in our blood, Ebon King. Your people have defiled our lands, yours are now forfeit in recompense.” With that HoonDing lunged forward, locking edge against edged metal. Both King and God dueled as the mortal armies silently watched, as day turned to night and then to day again. As Ebon King tired, his opponent did not, continuing the assault. HoonDing would eventually parry Reymond and cut his blade arm in two. Stepping back the God prepared to accept Reymond's defeat, instead being met with the broad side of his aegis. Stunned and surprised, HoonDing quickly blocked Reymond's onslaught of bashes with his shield. The battle continued for days more, until the darkness before the sixth morn. HoonDing brought his axe down as hard as possible onto the rose shelter. Reymond blocked but the force shattered his bulwark and carried through, dealing a fatal blow.
Reymond collapsed, his blood soaking the desert. HoonDing looked upon him with sorrow, understanding he had just killed an honorable rival, dying in his subjects’ steads. As he drew his last breath, Reymond's blood turned to roses around him, blooming in the new light of the Many Pointed Star. HoonDing collected his corpse and moved towards the people of the Kingdom. “Take your king and bury him according to your customs. His selfless and honorable action made peace between our people. By his name I promise we will not set foot beyond the Bjoulsae.” Thereafter the people of the south recognized and paid respect to Reymond, calling him Ebonarm, and worshiping him in their own way.
The armies of the Kingdom were allowed to return home, mourning the death of their King. Without their liege, the Kingdom fell into despair and disorder. His most devoted brought his body to the highest peaks of Wrothgar, as close as he could be brought to the stars, intending to burn him. There Meredie and Arel appeared before them out of the misty glow of night. Meredie embraced him, pressing herself close and dragging his essence from his body. Free from his mortal carcass, Reymond bowed before the Divines in defeat and shame.

“Do not bow, Ebon King, for you are now among us. Your afterlife will be one of divine purpose, for our Lord Magnon still requires you to rule in his absence. Even in death, there is duty.” Arel came before him, “As the Middle comes to an end, your work will be undone as the Kingdom falls to fractured states. By my power your Kingdom will be folded upon itself, existing amidst the seconds in a time between times. Those who follow your Lord's laws will find a place there after death.”

Reymond looked back upon his people, addressing them in his form of both man and Divine, “Fear not, for I will continue watch over you. Those with Will of Purpose will lead you, as agents of my own will. I am, and will eternally be your King, and once my people unite again, I will return to rule. The Kingdom and the Kingdom once-folded will come together as one, uniting permanently until the end of days.” Meredie and Arel escorted him upwards, into the stars and out of the sight of the mortals.
Reymond kept his word and continued to watch over his subjects, sometimes walking among them in ebon plate on a golden steed. When his people came to strife with one another, Reymond may appear and appeal for peace as he did with HoonDing. The Ebon King would continue to roam throughout the Middle, whereafter he would rule the once-folded Kingdom as Arel had promised.
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Reviewed and Correct Chronicles of Reymond: The Book of Rebellion
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The Kingdom was scattered and the squabble for petty climbs went ever onward, as is the nature of things without proper rule. The leaders of the west were self-consumed, fighting over just a small part of their inheritance and forgetting their duty to the Lord. They lacked Will of Purpose, as did those of the north, resolute in their isolation and comfortable in their holds of excess.

Reymond travelled amongst his people, to the mouth of the Bjoulsae. There the city of Wayrest greeted him coldly. Obsessing on the gold and spices she eagerly devoured from the river's waters. It's poor covered the alleys, begging for salvation that never came. Smog covered the sky, blocking out the light of the stars from cleansing the streets.
Reymond witnessed an attendance of nobles and merchants on their way to the docks to examine their latest shipment of goods. One noticed Reymond and exclaimed, “Mercenary! Your armor is of master craftsmanship! Allow me a chance to buy it for your weight in gold so I may add it to my collection.” Reymond responded he was not willing to separate with his armor for it was a gift. To which another noble replied, “It is for the best. Considering who is presently wearing it, the armor surely smells of dung. Come, I know a smith from the Order who crafts the finest Alessian white steel plate.” The group laughed in departure, paying no more attention to the Ebon King.

His people had been led astray, corrupted by foreign influence. Reymond came before the temple of the false god and spoke, “My brethren hear me! Your city is filthy, defiled by the very same who have caused the crisis of our age. They listen to the whispers of he who covers the sky twice over. We should honor the Divines as our ancestors did, not these heretic outsiders with their gold trinkets. Follow me to exodus and freedom, let go of your greed for a chance to execute the destiny of our people!”

As he finished his preaching, the smog opened above him, revealing the Many Pointed Star. Rays of radiance fell down upon him, making his ebony mail shimmer like stars in the night sky. Rich and poor, commoner and noble, each saw his divine destiny and heeded his words. A cortege formed and backed Reymond as he led them out of the city. More continued to join him until the gates had been reached. The city’s garrison had been deployed, blocking his way out. Reymond's cold steely eyes looked upon them, displaying his Will of Purpose. The guards knew their city held no authority over the desire of the Divines, and they saw holy intent before them. Their line broke, many choosing to pursue Reymond instead of returning to their foreign masters. The Ebon King and his subjects left the dishonored city and returned to the Kingdom.

Cynarete came before Reymond, “You did well leading your people in uprising against those who misrule them and pervert their faith. Your army is small and more of your kin require your spark for rebellion. Two kingdoms on the flats, two kingdoms in the forest and two kingdoms of the bay. Journey to each and establish a following among its people so you may drive them forward towards redemption.”

And so Reymond travelled to each of the lesser kingdoms. Speaking to his people and leading them away from misrule. When the devoted moved from the settlements Reymond would set the wood and stone ablaze with magick, burning both the feeble kings and their holds to ash to ensure their unpure bloodlines would not return. From the nobles of the flat who joined him, the Ebon King received a golden charger of the finest breed. “Let this mare, War Master, carry you to victory and triumph, trampling down your enemies.” The nobles of the forest gave Reymond two ravens, “Take these hunting birds, my King. Let Justice watch from the sky for you and let Nemesis feast on the bodies of unbelievers.”
As the army of the Ebon Kingdom began to march, they came upon the Wayrest cavalry flying a white flag. The Queen of Wayrest met Reymond and bowed, “King, when I heard of your holy words and mission, I realized the defilement of my kingdom. The foreign masters had taken my city from me, and exiled for speaking true of you. Though I care not for I am now pure. Take the symbol of my kingdom as a show of my loyalty and love.” The Queen handed him a rose which he accepted sincerely.

King and Queen feel in love and were wed on the isle of Alcaire under the lights of Heaven. Reymond vowed before his Kingdom, Queen and the Divines that his descendants would sit upon the rose throne and the city would be purged of the foreign masters.
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Reviewed and Corrected Chronicles of Reymond: The Book of Trails
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Reymond continued his trek of the Kingdom, spreading his Lord’s words and laws to all who would have ears for them. His Will of Purpose had faltered, however, finding a loss of direction. The Heavens noticed this and sent a holy man to confront Reymond’s lack of faith. At the last light of day, the prophet came before the Ebon King and spoke.
“Your lack of Will of Purpose has been noticed by the Divines, servant of Magnon, Ebon King. You most prove yourself worthy of your Lord’s blessing by completing six trials. Your trials begin by following the Blue Star; the Questing Knight. She once too strayed from her path, but was redeemed for her service. Finish your Lord’s command before the light of the next dawn or you shall have doomed your people to Shal’s chaotic reign”

Reymond followed the Blue Star and the prophet followed suit. He went, over rivers, valleys and hills until he reached the mountains. There the Blue Star stayed, as a beacon over the highest peak. He understood his second trial was to scale up to her, and he began with haste. The climb was treacherous, even more difficult for the one armed man. He persisted however, ascending ever upward. The prophet warned, “There is another trial ahead, our enemies have sent their own champions to stop your mission. Defeat them and continue onward, the power of two cannot compete with the infinite lights of heaven, if one can muster it.”

As the holy man had prophesized, a Nord and an Orc were waiting for Reymond on a treacherous mountain path. Both donning traditional armor of their Wild Kings. Standing there, between the Ebon King and his destiny. No words were needed as each drew their weapons and a battle ensued. Reymond was able to hold off both opponents at once, eventually striking down the Champion of Malaque with his trusty one-arm and heaven’s light on his side. The Champion of Shal bent down and took up the orc’s weapon, smearing the freshly fallen orc’s blood on his face. With a savage roar the Nord went into a beserk, attacking Reymond with a flurry of blades. Reymond patiently waiting for an opening to present itself and struck; killing him with a single blow.
The prophet had watched on and calmly continued the climb when the battle was done, leaving the Ebon King no time to recuperate. On they travelled until they reached the summit of the tallest peak. Lady Meredie waited before a giant black pillar that was as dark as the void. “Welcome, Ebon King. I have been hoping to see you for some time. Let us begin without pause or rest, there is much to do.”

The prophet walked up beside her, “You, who is born under the stars of war, lack the true blessing of Magnon. Accept this gift so that you may lead the Manmeri in all ways.” Blinding light radiated from the two, overwhelming Reymond’s vision. He dared not to look away and instead endured the flame. Just as quickly as it was there, it was gone. Reymond felt the same warmth radiating from within him now, as though the Many Pointed Star positioned itself in his chest.
“Apply your gift to the black stone for this trial, change its nature down to its liquid essences.” Reymond had faith in his Lord and lay his hands upon the stone. Lightning struck down on the slab and it melted before him, turning from a hard metal to a pool of molten godsblood. Meredie showed a warm smile “You truly are the champion of our Lord, taking to his gift so naturally. You show unmatched faith in your Lord but your next trials will test if that faith is enough. Stick your crippled arm into the pool, prove your Will of Purpose is strong again.”

Reymond hesitated, looking into the bubbling pool. His will proved true as he quickly plunged his arm into the godsblood. Pain unlike anything he had ever felt coursed through him, replacing the warmth of the Many Pointed Star he had felt before. His flesh burned and caught fire, flames traveling up his arm. The prophet commanded, “Jump from the peak, champion of Magnon. Fall from Wrothgar as your last show of devotion to your Lord.” Reymond ran and plummeted from the mountain, like a shooting star made from fire, soaring through the sky. He feared not what happened to him, for he believed in his Lord and knew that his trials were over. As he reached the ground, he landed in a deep pool of water. The ebony on his arm was cast, cooling into the form of a fine blade.

As Reymond surfaced, the prophet was waiting for him at the water’s edge. “You have passed your trials and remain in your Lord’s grace. The Kingdom continues its internal conflicts as your people’s legacy rots. The children of cloud, star and wind need your divine rule and guidance if the Kingdom is to remain whole.” As the prophet said this, the Eastern Star rose. The prophet dispersed like a shadow in the light of the new day, leaving the Ebon King with no doubt about his destiny.
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Reviewed, Corrected and Altered Chronicles of Reymond: The Book of Conquest
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The fall of the previous Kingdom had left the realm under the rule of pretender kings. Agents of Shal and Malaque, the witchmen and the heretics, the people following the ways of false prophets. Opposing them were the descendents of the Kingdom, the many Kings, who had rallied in order to return the East to the Lord’s law. Marching as allies under the same banner.

The coalition came upon the witch army, ready to lay down justice on them for their malice. The enemy had claimed a hill north of the Bjoulsae to fortify themselves, denying access to The Reach. The witchmen were heavily outnumbered, but employed a legion of wicked beasts and desecrated dead as their frontline, to oppose the many Kings in their rightful conquest.

As the many kingdoms began to encircle the hill preparing for an assault, two ravens flew overhead. In awe, the soldiers witnessed them flying from the holy mountain, recognizing the approach of the Ebon King. He walked on steps of starlight, carrying him straight to the battlefield where the many Kings stood. “I stand with you in this battle, Kings. You must strike swiftly and with courage, for the enemy will grow stronger and even stronger still, as they add our dead to their numbers. Defeat their leader and the rest will disperse and falter.”
With a rallying cry Reymond began the charge, launching up the rocky slope. The undead descended upon him, clawing at his rose shield. His blade carved each with precision, soon bein covered in fetid blood as brown as his beard. The vanguard followed him, covering his flank so Reymond couldn't be surrounded by the horde. Many enemies fell, but they were not felled swiftly enough. For every undead dispatched, another would take its place, while the fallen would gnash and claw, taking down troops whilst crawling on this desecrated ground. Reymond soon saw his men dying around him. His men only adding to the ranks of the dead as he had dreaded.

Many would have thought the battle lost, but the Ebon King knew with his Will of Purpose that they were destined to win. The stars began to the shine brighter through the pink sky, the Blue Star the brightest of all. Reymond dropped his shield and reached up in faith, drawing the Sword of the Dawn from the lady's hands.

The host of evil cowered before Reymond as he raised the sword. With a brandish and fling, holy rays turning the undead away, compelling them to run from their masters. Routed and disbanding, the witchmen provided little resistance. Reymond cut his way to their leader, Owaeyn, the last Witch-King. A creature of great Will of Purpose, devourer of men and nature, Lord of Hierarchy. The Witch-King had ruled since long before the Middle but his day of reckoning was upon him. He snarled and lashed out at Reymond with blades of bone and spells filled with nature’s scorn. Reymond reeling as Owaeyn’s Will of Purpose clashed with his very own. With one fell swoop bones broke and shattered as nature’s wrath met with the blood of gods. Owaeyn was decapitated and his body turned to smoulders by the light of Heaven.

As the battle came to an end Reymond yelled, “Capture the witchmen and pile them atop the bodies on the hill, and burn them both. They have disrespected the laws of Archen, prevent an army like this from rising ever again” The soldiers did as he said, wiping the witchmen from the realm with righteous flame. The witchmen pleaded but the Divines already judged them for their hubris, long before the first sword clashed. When it was done the Ebon King spoke once more, “Use the ash of their bodies as the sand for your glass, use the bones of their corpse to make your walls and roofs. Found a city on this hill to reclaim the land of our people, now and forever more.” So the city of Evermore, capital of the East, was established.
The army continued to conquer throughout The Reach, putting the witchmen under the Lord’s law and crushing them along the way. Reymond eventually reached the coast, looking into the Sea of Ghosts. Their crusade was over and their task was done, the mists of the sea cleared to reveal the Many Pointed Star to the children of the East.
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