Primer of the Mythos: Prelude
“In the beginning on the edge of existence of a far away and truly faded universe, small and unknown to all, forgotten yet immortal within an infinite dream of virtual design and guarded by the thing that ate it all…”
“I, Atris Avante, shall tell you a story that precedes the birth of Mythosia, home to immortals who have lost everything, even the right to bear children, save one. Now sit down, and listen well my friends..”
- A note written by a storyteller posted on many boards at guilds, bars, town halls, and Libraries. There are instructions leading to a cottage in the middle of the woods.
Surrounded by the wilderness a humble large outgoing cottage with a banner of the God Emperor Kreist reigns supreme. Gothic design with crimson, velvet, and golden colors. Rose gardens grow in various colors, with a sign saying “Please Help yourself to the roses, a fine gift for the lover at home, or the fine maiden or sire you are smitten with.” The storyteller loved sharing his roses. Stained glass windows of prismatic color with icons and imagery of the gods and their avatars depicted. Large double doors made of black marble with crimson ruby as veins throughout, with skull door knobs and golden knockers.
Within the rest of the specially made clearing of the cottage’s residence was an outhouse, a greenhouse, and a small guest house. The guest house was contrasted to the main cottage being white with blues, pinks, and silvers. The stained glass windows were also different, instead bearing symbolic items and locations. Within is a shrine depicting a Dragon with six eyes and fourteen wings, it is skeletal with flesh like silk. Strangely it is almost as if it was made from flesh bone and tissue.
Upon the youngling’s finished exploration, it quickly hurried to the door of the cottage, with a sturdy heavy knock. Today was the start of their time to hear the stories of time past forgotten and lost. Part of the rites and traditions leading to adulthood involved a visit to the story storyteller Atris. A specially made flesh doll, who takes on the form of a dwarf. At least this is what the youngling had heard. With their small exploration finished as recommended by the village elder, they left the guest house shutting the door behind them. With a short walk back to the main cottage they would use the golden skull knockers to properly announce their arrival.
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“Why come in, come in, the tea will be ready soon child. Please, do make yourself at home.” said Atris, his voice gruff and bold yet a tenderness that could not be misplaced. With hurried steps the Youngling was in the parlor, quickly taking a seat in one of the recliners.
“My, quick to rush in, ho~ Well Welcome to my humble abode far from the troubles of this world child.” He said softly, pouring two cups of tea. Walking over with the platter in hand settled with sugar and cream, the pot, and the two cups. Setting everything down upon his coffee table he took a seat in his personal chair. “Now kiddo, what is your name?” He asked, preparing his tea. The Dwarf was finely dressed. He wore robes typical of any mage, yet he had armor over those robes. A staff rested on his back with two daggers upon his sides. Silver hair and a beard with golden-violet eyes, and cyan pupils. He had a golden monocle over his left eye.
“I am Frida Fey Le’Ones. You must be sir Atris, herald of stories, yes?” Quick to respond she introduced herself loud and proper before asking him if he was indeed the man she was looking for. “A fine name Frida, which tribe do you herald from?” He asked, she was swift to reply, pulling out her necklace from his scarf. From Atris’ view he saw a girl fully covered in silky robes, with a special headdress only revealing her silver-green eyes with golden pupils. Her robes were sky blue, with white ribbons and silver jewelry. Watching her pull a bronze necklace with an icon of an orca. “Ah of the Or’a Tribe then? I have fish to cook, as per tradition of your people you cannot reveal yourself to me, I will leave your meals by the guest house door when it is time for meals.” He said understanding full well, this was par for the course of all younglings of this tribe. Until their coming of age is completed they must be fully dressed at all times or before outsiders or face exile. “Yes, and thank you sir. You are very kind.” She said her eyes gave the impression she was smiling. She had finally prepared her tea, with a special exception of drinking a hole formed in the specialty made face wear, allowing her to drink the tea. She has drunk it all down in a single motion, the face wear covering her mouth back up. "Now then milord will you tell me the story?" She asked in earnest.
"Yes child, yes. I will begin, rest and lean back into the chair, prop your feet up, and open thine ears." He said with a smile, blinking his eyes softly, upon opening they glowed, raising his hands, the room grew dark and an illusion took hold. "Let us begin!" He chimed out as the illusion became complete.
