*The Creation of Ergo*
In the beginning, there were the five gods of Ergo.
Drago was the god of creation. He could create life in almost any form that he desired and loved everything about it. The group of people that worshiped him were called Dragoists, or druids. They loved nature and live and did as much as they could to learn to learn and grow with it.
Dargas was the god of wisdom. He searched always for more ways to increase it and also bestowed some of his own upon those he felt worthy of it. His followers were the Dargists or philosophers. They were also renowned for being the source of many great wizards of the time.
Druma was the god of balance. He worked to make sure that no group of people completely dominated another unless the same act eventually came back to get the dominating group. Karma was his rule and everyone was affected by his gaze. Everyone kept note of his teachings, and several secret societies, or Drumists, were established to keep balance in the world.
Mantos was the god of death. He sent out his underlings to gather the souls of those that were to die and brought them into his great halls in the heavens. His home was one that was far larger than any of the other gods, and it showed with radiance and majesty. No group followed him, but all knew of his presence and respected it. No kingdom dared slander his name or they would be weighted by a Doom that had no cure.
Edane was the fifth and final god. He was the god of power and made sure it was well known throughout the world of Ergo. Any warlike kingdom worshiped him in order to be bestowed with greater strength in order to defeat enemies. Sacrifices were common in his name, but many saw him as an evil god of war. The other gods did not trust him well for he spun many webs of lies amongst the people in order to gain the favor of all. Most peoples did not openly speak against him or face death at the hands of his followers. The Edanate were the followers of Edane. A group that believed themselves pure of heart and mind, they tend to wear white clothing or armor all the time to portray this to others.
The world of Ergo was created in a short time and many peoples were brought from the old world of Arga. The old world was destroyed by the sixth god of war, but was destroyed by a group of heroes. In his final moments of life, the evil god destroyed the world along with himself.
Terrified, Drago rescued as many people as he could and brought them to Ergo as early as 100 years before the destruction of Arga. The final people he managed to save were great warriors and kings that had helped save the world, but their memories were lost in the mayhem. Humans, elves, dwarves, and other peaceful races were brought to Ergo by Drago. He let them settle in the numerous lands as they saw fit and then the other gods revealed themselves. The people worshiped the god they seemed aligned to and the gods were adored. Many gifts of knowledge or material items were given to the people in return for their continued following of a god. Kingdoms were established and grew in power and knowledge.
***The Defiling of Ergo***
Edane was the most jealous of the gods and wished that everyone worshipped him over the others. He spread lies among the people that would turn them against the other gods and more towards him. He gave gifts of weapons and armors to many of the great lords. Dark elemental weapons of fire, energy, earth, water, and air were given to them in return for their allegiance. Fearful that Edane might corrupt the people of Ergo, Drago and the other gods created weapons of light that would be able to defeat the other weapons. Pure elemental weapons of fire, energy, earth, water, air, and life were given to any lords or warriors that wished to protect their lands from evil. Many temples were founded to house these weapons and legendary warriors.
Edane, seeing the attempts of the other gods to thwart his plans, brought races such as orcs, trolls, and he spawned demons of many shapes and sizes to do his bidding. He blended humans and elves with wild animals until they were perverted and vile beyond imagination. He scattered them throughout the land to strike terror into the hearts of those who did not fear him already. Kingdoms created walls around all of their cities to shut out the creatures that lurked in the darkness for fear of the death that was brought upon them.
When Drago and Druma cornered Edane about what he had done, he simply stated
"This world is too boring with only peace. I felt that it was my duty to let them work towards their own peace." Drago and Druma planned on apprehending Edane, but he escaped quickly and hid from their sight. The two gods watched from the heavens to capture Edane wherever he appeared, but that day was far from coming.
***THE CHRONICLES OF ERGO***
~~~The Man With No Past~~~
A man appeared at the top of a hill, seemingly disoriented and lost. He was a tall man with black hair and hazel eyes, but he wore nothing except a black cloak. He stumbled several more steps before falling onto the ground roughly. Another man rushed over quickly and turned the fallen person over.
"Hello? Who are you? Hello?!" said the man. "Seamus! Hurry up and help me with him. He is starving and freezing here!" shouted the man to his friend.
"I am coming John! I did not see what you were running for!" said Seamus, the companion of John. The two men picked up the unconscious person and then carried him off.
*Two Days Later*
"Hello? Are you awake?" said a voice. The unknown man opened his eyes and looked around. "Wha-where am I?" he said as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"You are in the Carstil Tavern in the village of Chartes. We are in the lands of the Kingdom of Warson in the northwestern lands. Seamus and I found you collapsed up in the northern wastes while exploring. Who are you?" said John. The man looked at both Seamus and then John.
"I...I don't remember my name." he said sadly. "I just woke up suddenly in the middle of a frozen wasteland and had no idea where I came from. I had been wandering for only a day or two before you found me...I think." said the man.
"Well...we cannot go calling you nothing...how about Martin?" suggested John.
"Martin...Martin...? Martin sounds fine. It is better than not having a name." he said with a slight smile.
"My name is John Berkeley, this is my close friend Seamus Connelly." said John as he motioned to Seamus.
Martin looked at the two men around him. John was a tall man in his early thirties with jet black hair and hazel eyes. He carried a sword at his side in a strange sheath. Martin could not see the sword, but hoped he could look at it later. He sat up on the bet and looked at Seamus. Seamus Connelly was a young man in his mid twenties with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He did not have a weapon with him that Martin saw, but something told him he used a bow. He had nothing to prove it except he saw the calluses on Seamus' hands.
"It is nice to meet you both. I am Martin...Martin Dalles." said Martin.
"Dalles? Did you remember your name?" asked John, who was surprised.
"No...it means 'forgotten' does it not?" said Martin.
"It does actually" said John in a quiet voice, as if thinking to himself. "I am guessing you are from an area not far away if you know the language. Rest some more and I will check on you tomorrow." he said. Martin closed his eyes and leaned back into the soft bed, unsure of the dreams that would follow.
The next day John woke up to find Martin already awake.
"How did you sleep?" he asked casually.
"Very well. A nice dreamless sleep was just what I needed. I feel much better." replied Martin.
"Seamus and I plan on travelling to the capital of Warson. Do you wish to come along?" asked John.
"I am very interested in this world. I hope to learn of my true identity soon enough." said Martin as he stood up.
"I will need to find you a weapon first. The world is not as safe as it used to be. Followers of Edane, the god of power, are dangerous to us. Seamus and I are followers of Druma, the god of balance. If you wish to follow him also, we will take you with us." said John as he packed up his belongings.
"We are meeting some people in Verdas, the capital."
Seamus walked into the room with a maple bow across his back as well as a quiver of arrows neatly arranged. "We should leave soon before anyone spots us. Being followers of Druma is dangerous when the Edanate are out hunting down those that could threaten their god's power." he said quietly into John's ear.
"Indeed. We will leave in a moment, but first we need to get Martin a decent weapon." replied John as he lifted his pack onto his shoulders. "Come Martin, we will go to the blacksmith for some weapon. We will get you a fine one in Verdas."
The three men walked out of the Carstil Tavern and were at the blacksmith's within a few minutes. John walked in with Martin while Seamus stayed outside.
"Kind blacksmith, would you recommend a weapon for my friend here? He has never wielded any in his life, but these are trying times and any kind of protection is worthy of the price." said John as the blacksmith looked at him curiously.
"I have several iron weapons of fine quality here. Have a look at my wares and tell me which you would prefer." said the blacksmith in a jolly tone. John looked back and forth at several short swords of decent quality, but he was hoping for something better. He picked up an iron armor of chainmail and observed it carefully.
"This is a good armor of chainmail for my friend here. Now, for a weapon..." said John aloud. The blacksmith smiled and waited for a weapon to be chosen.
John continued looking at swords until he saw a single long sword of iron.
"Martin, see how well you handle this sword here." said John as he handed it to Martin. The younger man took the sword in his hands and seemed to hold it fairly well. "I guess this will do. Blacksmith! The chainmail armor and fine sword of iron for my friend." said John as he moved to pay for the items. "Martin, go dress yourself in that armor and put the sword in a sheath at your side. I will take care of paying for this."
Martin walked outside after putting on his chainmail armor underneath his clothing and with his sword at his side. Seamus immediately handed him a long black cloak with a hood. He was also wearing one with his head hidden.
"Quickly, cover yourself and hide your face. We must hide ourselves from those that wish to kill us. We will leave immediately. John knows what he is doing." whispered Seamus as Martin put on the cloak. The two men then quickly began walking out of the village.
They had walked for a short mile when a man stepped out of the trees near them. He was wearing a white cloak that blended into the white snow, but Seamus saw that he had a sword at his side.
"Halt in the name of Edane." the man shouted. "Reveal your faces to me before I allow you to pass." Seamus began reaching for his hood when he suddenly revealed his bow. "Stay thy hand or die!" shouted the man as he drew his sword and ran at Seamus and Martin. Seamus notched an arrow and fired it swiftly, striking the man in the shoulder. Martin drew his sword and stood between Seamus and the Edanite.
"Your deaths shall be assured!" the man said as he slashed at Martin with his uninjured arm. Martin blocked the attack and quickly threw the man off balance. He followed with a quick thrust at the man's chest, plunging the sword through the hard sternum with a cracking sound. Martin continued pushing on the sword until blood poured out and the resistance against the sword ceased. He pulled it out quickly and watched as the man fell forward, staining the snow red.
"Quickly, grab his sword and then cover him in the snow." said Seamus as he hid his bow again. Martin wiped his sword off and sheathed it quickly. He grabbed the sword of the Edanite and attached it to his belt before pushing snow over the body. "We must flee away from here before someone realizes he is missing." said Seamus as he led the way towards Verdas again.