Beauty falls to the deep: ruined and broken by Salamander warriors and their Dragon Gods.
Indurr, a mighty floating city made of plants and coral sunk to the bottom. Many undines, an aquatic sentient race of shapeshifters died defending their floating home.
Their gods, in their physical forms at least, died alongside them.
Plthunlos, having lost so many followers, went mad with grief in his heavenly abode.
An idea formed in his mind. A plan to bring revenge on those who wronged their people. A mad gamble with ancient ghosts from long ago.
Find out more in the prelude to Elder Gods of Naalrinnon, Mad God’s Gambit.
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Written by: Richard Leon
Edited by: David Schrader
Original Artwork by: V Shane
Background PDF artwork by Adam Schmidt
Additional Artwork and Cover: Richard Leon
Catalog Number DSS002F
Copyright 2015 Richard N. Leon/ Dark Skull Studios/ All Rights Reserved
This is a work of fiction and cannot be used without express permission by the author.
All ages come to an end.
The aftermath from The War of the Elements created a time of peace known as the Golden Age. Elder races traded with each other. Arts and philosophy bloomed.
But it came crashing down with one swift battle. A lopsided victory for the Dragon Gods, and a stunning loss for the Undines.
Once a proud floating Undine city, Indurr now sunk in pieces, with burning towers of coral sinking slowly downward into the ocean abyss. Undines, mer-people native to Naalrinnon, littered the water, riddled with spears and sword marks. Severed limbs, ripped fins, and spear wielding hands floated in the afternoon sun around the ruins. The last ship from House Draxx carrying soldiers of House Xenthi and House Thaminx departed the area towards a sinking sun. Smells of rotting flesh and sea salt floated around the dead and dying. The Undines put up a fight, but without aid from the other elemental species, could not last. The Dragon Gods and their worshippers, Salamanders, destroyed this floating city of the Undines. A first strike, but not the last.
Plthunlos and his wife Celundynn ruled the Undines as husband and wife. They both created mighty defenses and weapons for their people. Much knowledge was held by their high priests. But even their knowledge and weaponry were not enough against the enemy.
While battle raged on the seas for Indurr, wars in the Celestial Spheres erupted in kind. An epic battle rocked the Veil of Dreams, a place between the Celestial Gardens and the World of Naalrinnon. Both Undine God and Goddess gathered their faithful souls for battle against spirits of ancient Salamander warriors and their Dragon gods. The gods struggled in the veil, while their people fought down below. Miracle after miracle flew in furious battle, each one casted and countered. The heavens roared with lights and thunder. Every Undine warrior soul fell, one by one. Only his wife remained with him in the end. Their exhausted powers weakened to the point that even a small rainstorm was beyond their ability to conjure.
That’s when they struck.
Salamanders, reptilian worshippers of fire and the Dragon gods, came from several houses united in common hatred of them. The small floating city of Indurr fell. Many Undines died. Those who survived fled to the bottom of the ocean where Salamanders could not go. No other city came under siege. Everything from the mighty city of Jaash to the smaller city of Cuthe still stood. But it was only a matter of time before they would strike again.
Battle weary and defeated, both gods floated in spirit above the waters of their beloved city, now sinking into the ocean. Their physical forms lie broken and riddled with spears, floating amongst their dead followers.
Plthunlos went mad.
His scream echoed throughout the lands, reverberated in the oceans. His wife came to him.
“Husband, please, let us go back to the Celestial Realms and think. We will recover. Some of our people still live. But we must gather our strength now.” Celundynn put a ghostly hand on her husband’s shoulder.
Plthunlos shrugged her affections off, “Our people suffer and nothing I can do will stop it. We will continue to suffer until the threat of the Salamanders stop. The Gnomes hid in their mountains and rocks. I will remember their cowardice. The Sylphs probably showed the way to our cities which move with the currents. Nymphs play in the woods without a care. We will have vengeance, my dear. Vengeance belongs to us. WE WILL DESTROY THEM. Somehow, someway.”
“Husband, let me speak with the Gnomes. I talked with Methussa, Goddess of Diamonds, and she will rally the Gnomes to us.”
“Would you trust them to aid us? I think not. They stood by and watched as we battled until our physical forms, pierced many times, fell down.”
“I know one of the Wood Nymph elders Thanudis, he will rally his people to our cause. If we seek to have a presence on land we must negotiate a treaty. With the Nymphs and Gnomes combined, we can create new cities that hug the coastline.”
“NO. I will not speak of treaties with those who did not aid us in our desperate hour. Look down below, my love, and see the ruin. LOOK AT THE BODIES OF OUR PEOPLE.” Plthunlos snarled at his wife.
Both god and goddess stared down below at the broken Undines.
Plthunlos looked at his wife below in her defeated physical form, dead from many wounds. Her lower end was that of a dolphin, her upper end a beautiful torso, with the head and arms of a humanoid land creature. Even in her changed state for war, Celundynn looked graceful. Death could not take her beauty away so quickly. Her golden moss hair hung down over her face in ringlets. The upper form all elementals used seemed strange, almost like an invasive species. It is this form, the adapted bipedal with opposable thumbs, that made war on land possible. All of us, every sentient species possessed long, strange limbs, not made for swimming, but perhaps the swinging of branches, or for holding a spear. Still, her face had such symmetry and design.
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Beauty falls to the deep: ruined and broken by Salamander warriors and their Dragon Gods. Indurr, a mighty floating city made of plants and coral sunk to the bottom. Many undines, an aquatic sentient race of shapeshifters died defending their floating home. Their gods, in their physical forms at least, died alongside them. Plthunlos, having lost so many followers, went mad with grief in his heavenly abode. An idea formed in his mind. A plan to bring revenge on those who wronged their people. A mad gamble with ancient ghosts from long ago. Find out more in the prelude to Elder Gods of Naalrinnon, Mad Godâ€™s Gambit.