Awaken, my Son.

Alone, Trygon Avoura slumbers within the Marsh west of Seahaven. Sweat pours off his body, kicking and groaning he appears to be in grate pain; his symptoms matching that of a sickly, dying man.

Within this creatures mind a story is being played, a dream which will eventually shape the fate of others... the fate of himself... if not even the fate of Seahaven....

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Oasis stirs. The perfect world. No pain, no memory, only the here-and-now. The soul of a blue monster pears out over its company, staying to itself. The anger within this creature so great that many whom come near are sucked into his torment; a pain hard to find within this 'Oasis'.

Over this seemingly beautiful place the eyes of Ylessa scan over the surroundings and she is pleased. .Suddenly the world rumbles as the presence of anger catches her eyes. The lady of Love frowns, though not one of sadness but one of sorry, “My child.” she says to the torn blue spirit, “Why are you angered? I've brought you this Oasis. Be at peace.” she raises her hand as if to still the creatures rage. Though at that very moment something unexpected happened...

A black gauntlet forms around the wrist of the healing Goddess and continues to form into the shape of the God of War: Balor. “You will not touch him!” the angered deity roars. A call so loud, all of the dead felt his presence. “Balor,” the woman began, seeming to not fear his wrath much as the mortal spirits before them, “I've held this one to me for so long, his life lived within my waters, his prayers always to me, his spirit would be mine to affect.” this brought a smile to the Lord before her, “That may be, though before his death... who was his last call to?” this brought shock to Ylessa, never before had she thought about this. The mortal, a Sea Captain, his last prayer was in fact not to her, but to Balor.

The two stood from their heavenly thrones and watched over the anger within the blue-energy grow even stronger, “His spirit belongs to me, when he was young he swore his body to me. I'll find his peace for him, Great Balor.” this brought a laugh to the Warrior, “His body, maybe, but not his spirit.” The two looked back to the creature and Balor continued, “In three days. You have three days to calm the rage within this creature or I will take him. I have been watching this Mortal since his first kill all those years ago within his camp. I felt the presence of battle within him. I alone will control his fate.” at that Balor turns and fades back to his realm.

Three days pass and try as Ylessa might there was no soothing the rage within the poor blue spirit. Balor returned and looked over the sorrow he sees before him, “I will recreate him.” the god says suddenly. Ylessa widens her eyes, “What are you planning?” he asks fatly, this bringing a bit of anger to the War God, “His spirit will come with me.” is his only response and within a blink of an eye, the blue-spirit of the Sea Captain's spirit and Balor vanish.

Within a void of nothingness the only the presence of the god of war could be felt, “You are angry, my child. Why?” the god asked the blue-spirit. The energy looked around itself, “I am dead.” he answered simply, “Me murderer ta be free.” This brought a laugh to the great entity, “Did you not murder before, my son? As the great Pirate you once were? Killing all who stand before you, Great Pirate Lord Trygon Avoura?” this brought a shock to the blue spirit, not that Balor had known his name in life, but as Balor would challenge his title, “No!” the spirit roared, seeming to forget for a time whom he was speaking with, “My killin' 'ad purpose! Never 'ad I killed someone who did'n deserve it!” The God only laughed and vanished, leaving the spirit within the void to its thoughts.

Some time later the god returned, showing himself this time, “You will be reborn, my child. Though your former life is dead and never to return.” the spirit frowned as the god continued, “You will be my tool of War. You will bring me followers and raise my church. I will give you a hand within Fate, my child, and a hand within my Sky. I alone will give you a second chance at life. I alone will grant you this but with all second chances, there will be change. The Skrell is dead, so are your days at sea. Now you will follow the path I have carved for you. You are my priest.” at that the God of War thrusts his hand forward and forces it into the blue-spirit sending and forcing his will, his might, and his favor into the creature. Lighting shot from the void, a violent crack of energy waves over the realm of the gods, even catching the attention of the Golden Dragon. The blue-spirit now red, matching the shades of the blood of man, “Raise, my son.” he says, no longer referring to the spirit as a child, “You will not remember any of this until I see it fit. You will not even know why you are doing the things you do. Prove to me that you are worth this gift, my son.” at that Balor faded away though his words still echo, “Trygon Avoura. No longer will your past haunt you as you no longer belong to that life. Your soul, your spirit, your mind belong to me. Do not stray from my path. Raise my army, raise my church, Find your purpose, my tool of war.”

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"Awake, My son."

Waking from his dream Trygon looked around his sleeping area, “Yes.” the large, skre- no... Aartiran man said as he rose, “I'll do as ye' ask, My Master. Lord of War.” his axe at his side he walks deep into the fields, deep into the darkness. Screams of death, the death of demons, fill the sky but something else follows behind them, two things in fact. Roars of anger mixed with the laughter of victory.