The land lives, beneath our very feet. It is worshiped by the acts of
the farmer, bringing fields to bear their fruit. It is praised, as mortals
scatter in the woods, offering thanks for the deer that would feed its
family. It is loved, when the miners scatter in its mountains seeking
precious stones to adorn the brows of the powerful. The mountains weep and
the lands know pain, for they desire once again, the days when mortals
scattered across their plains.
It was the machinations of wizards that ended the era of mortals living in
unison with the land. Not those spells, which offered protection from
elements, or eased a burden. The land felt little for these things, for it
still meant that mortals were working in unison. A mule could lighten a
burden, but could not think deeply enough to work its fields, or pull the
ore. But when the harness is enchanted, to work without the mule and the
mortal, these items of power distanced mortals from the life giving body of
Serin, leaving her without the faith that created her consciousness.
Serin thinks deeply. Her blood rushes as miasma through tubes, exploding
upwards from volcanoes and venting deep beneath the sea, offering life to
the tiniest of creatures. As her thoughts formed, she came to a conclusion.
The mortals must be brought back to her
attention. She could not reason, not as gods or mortals reason. She only
knows the harsh ways of planetary formation and the shifting of continents.
No, for her, it was the harshest of lessons that formed the best results.
Serin knew that the gods, who had pulled faith from some of the mortals from
her own creator, Virgil, that each had champions to do their bidding. She
could end the charade, but that would mean eons before life once again
blessed her shores. No, she must have a champion, willing to seek out these
powerful artifacts and destroy them, so that once again, she could live in
unison with the mortals upon her flesh. With these deep ponderings and over
the course of hundreds of years, she formed life in her womb. An act, not
seen before or since.
From the oceans, she created a new rock, entirely from sea and the salt.
That would be his flesh. The lava of her own life blood would feed and
sustain him, on his quest. His form would be odd, yet as inflexible as he
would be, his strength would be that of her own winds, capable of destroying
mountains. Of the wind, she chose the softest breeze to give him the breath
of life. As he awoke, she willed herself to the stars, the only other
beings capable of understanding her pain of the loss of the faith of
mortals, for they too felt shunned. The gift of sight came from them and
two eyes, bluish green were wrought from the depths of the stars fiery
As he awoke, he knew only the sight of his mistress. Her love, was his
love. She missed her lord Virgil and his creating, caring embrace. It was
to him that she would pass the baton of the change she hoped to seed among
the mortals. As he looked out, he could see places where dark holes were
rending in his vision. He knew what they were and what sort would seek them
out. For his Mistress and her Master, he would seek them out and end this
heinous sacrilege against Serin.
To say that this being is large, would be a gross understatement.
Standing at the height of two full grown human men, stacked atop one
another, he is a towering figure. There are two points of his appearance
that stand out the most. The first, is his flesh, or rather the covering of
the outside of his body, because it appears to be entirely constructed from
a material that can only be described as pearlescent. This casing that
makes up his external features looks to have been carved somehow, though the
proportions are wrong. His arms hang low, with his forearms being far
longer than seems proportionally correct. The hands connected to those
oddly shaped limbs have only four fingers, some being far longer than the
others. His legs are as odd as the rest of him, in that opaque material
they look disjointed and his kneecaps appear to be uneven and of entirely
different sizes. The second thing about his appearance that stands out the
most, are his vibrant blue green eyes. The orbs of his eyes, behind that
smooth and colorful face, look to be completely without pupils and appear to
be comprised entirely of translucent marble. As he swivels his head, it is
impossible to tell what precisely he is looking at, only that his attention
can be caught and it appears to have been caught by you.