Mr_Eppeak

The God's of Xeno-movia have long died out, killed in the war of races against the Casarns, a brute like race that believed theirselves superior to the God's. Since the death of the God's man has taken up control of the world, dominating it's lands and sending the other races into hiding.

The Dwarves hid in the mountains they so loved, the gnomes hid in the hills, the five beast races used large natural surroundings to hide away, the elves, what was left of them, hid behind their dark master's, and the orcs were banished to the scar for refusing to participate in the Gods war.

Grall and Grodak, orc brothers born in the scar, had different ways of living. Grall, the younger brother, was born with the gift to speak to those of his tribe that had passed away, he became the chief of the tribe using the elders knowledge to benefit them. Grodak, the elder brother, never much cared to lead, he always preferred to create metal works in a forge.

One mistake, that's all it took to force them out of their chosen roles and into another. Grall, the one who made the mistake, was banished from his tribe and forced to wonder the world. Grodak, the one who worked to fix the mistake the most and reclaim the honor that was lost, was made the new chief. 

Ten years later, the small mistake now hounds at the both of them as they make their way to Whitewater, in hopes they can fix the troubles they have. There they will meet imp, a genius Dasari/Pyroniam, Adrian, a charismatic human who never backs down from a fight,, especially when his friends depend on him, and Tyril, the king of Whitewater, who will send them off to find what they have been searching for this entire time.

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TRA: Brothers of the Scar

Grall laid on the hard ground, voices all around him. His body hurt and his neck was stiff. This was odd, he didn't know that dead people could get stiff necks. Maybe some more sleep will help with that.


"Grall wake up." A loud bellowing voice shouted.


Grall sat up with a start to find Adrian and Grodak staring at him. "What happened?" Grall asked, as he grabbed his head to stop the room from spinning. "Wasn't I dead?"


"In a way you were," a voice spoke up behind Grall, "but only until someone pulled the sword out of your body." Grall turned around and found Tyril standing over him with a smile on his face. "Welcome back to the land of the living."


Grall sighed, he didn't want this, he wanted to be Leah, but as he sat there in the grass. He knew the real reason he was still alive.


"Tyril," Grall said as he stood up, "can we speak in private please."


Tyrils face suddenly got serious. "Of course, my friend, where would you like to go?"


"I do not care." Grall said as he eyed those around him. "Somewhere no one would hear us."


Tyril nodded his head and placed a hand on Gralls shoulders, transporting them to a flying airship.


"Will this do?" Tyril asked, concern in his voice.


"Yes," Grall said as he looked around at the empty deck, "this will do."


"What is it you wish to talk about, my friend?" Tyril asked as he pulled out a chair and sat down.


"When I killed the God of death," Grall said, his voice sounding distant, "I felt something enter me."


"What entered you?" Tyril asked, the concern in his voice heavy.


".... I became the God of death." Grall said, his voice resolute.


Epilogue