Orclion

Haunted by his clan’s brutal murder and destruction, Lucius forsook any forms of morality or logic and dived head first into the world’s darkest pits of madness with a single goal in mind.


Revive his family.


Rebirth after rebirth, death and death, tragedy after tragedy, sacrifice after sacrifice, his sanity and sense of self slowly slips away as he ventures into existence’s deepest and most dangerous worlds for he knows no rest.

The heavens, Hells, Origin realms or even the Myriad expanses, he burnt it all to ashes just to be able to see them again. 

Just to hear them laugh, see them smile, feel their touch.

“I’ll do…anything.”


His quest for salvation knew no limits.



But this all changes when he discovers who he truly is and the truths of his origins.




“There is no fairness in this world my child for suffering is the only path to ascension.”


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A new age is upon the Myriad Creations.


The heavens have been shattered and the land is infested with the sorrow of its fallen angels while the sultans of hells rejoice at the prospect of a new war. 

A new beginning, Another chance.


The sealed abominations of the first war of creation are rampant as the dormant gods of past ages awaken with the intention to rule.



As the restrictions that regulated existence are erased and the veils of the beyond are lifted, watch as a young boy forges his myth through blood and tears and discovers the plaguing taboos of reality.



This is the Odyssey of The Fallen.


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One chapter everyday for the next 3 months then we’re back to the regular schedule.


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Odyssey Of The Fallen

On a large elevated platform, two youths faced each other, their auras as noble as the other.


On one side, a man with long dark hair and cosmic blue eyes stood, his demeanor static yet ever-changing, soft yet rough beyond words.


He exuded an aura of utter and absolute calm as he lightly caressed his long silver sword, not giving any attention or respect to his opponent.


On the other side, a youth with long rough blonde hair and emerald eyes stood, his expression showing his discontent at his opponent's attitude.


His back was straight and his chin was held high, displaying the pride and grandeur all Dragonborns held. His aura was majestic and imposing as he tightly gripped his golden short sword.


Hearing the host's words, I didn't look up as I still lightly caressed Eyda, my sword.


Time moved at a snail's pace as I took a deep breath in.


Flamboyant Start