*SYNOPSIS ONLY
BOOK 2:- By sheer fortune Ascronos discovers a fourth race- dubbed 'The Elders'- on the fringes of Krakarn. The Elders are a strange race. They are peaceful by rule. They do not believe in violence and detach themselves from all things war-related. The Elders as the name suggests, are an ancient race. They have a close connection with nature and posess strange magical powers over the earth and it's creatures. Ascronos decides to exploit them. He captures and tortures Lapidarus- the mysterious sorcerer-king of the Elders. Ascronos learns of a strange relationship the Elders have with a 5th race called 'The Rhylle'. The Elders have access to the deep underground caverns of the Rhylle. The rhylle are really just creatures- with sub-human intelligence who dwell underground. The Elders can summon Rhllye to their aid and can go to them when they need aid, by opening up portals within their realm. Ascronos searches Lapidarus' mind and learns how to control the Rhylle and use them for war and violence. The rhylle when used correctly can be almost unstoppable in battle. By and by, Acronos taints and twists a portion of the Rhylle to his aid. He rears an army, of evil, tainted Rhylle creatures, called 'The Fallen Army' and wages renewed war against the races. (1320) By now the humans have learned of the evil of the council. The humans, the Zanthians and the Porthas now join forces in an effort to defeat the Army of the Fallen. The army though, is almost unstoppable. The thing is, the Rhylle are unique creatures. They are tied to the earth itself, and as long as the earth (the source of their power) is pure, they cannot be killed. When on Rhylle creature is 'killed' it's 'soul' (not exactly soul- i'll give details later) joins the earth and is reborn. So it never dies as such. Like a phoenix, they rise from the earth in new forms, after they are killed. So the races (Zanthians, Porthas and Humans) seem doomed. At this point, something remarkable happens. One of the members of the Council of Necros- one Chriton Gespo- is overcome by guilt. This is the story described in my poem "Redemption" (see my Poetry Corner thread called "The Lay of Aureus and Brassica"). Anyway, Chriton Gespo is filled with remorse after a particular battle when he sees the thousands he's killed.(1325) So he redeems himself and joins the good side. He becomes one of the most powerful allies of the united races. Eventually he becomes their king....(1350)
END BOOK 2
The Authors
Me, Prayag Ray on the left, Ronojoy Mukerji on the right. The joy of creation on our faces.
Preface: What is 'The Ruby Of The Fallen'?
Ahem ahem! Attention please! ..'THIS TALE GREW IN THE TELLING, UNTIL'.. until I realized I was sounding stupid, and that I was aping Tolkien again.. Apologies..apologies.. Can I start over??
A few years ago, while I was in school (St. Xaviers, by the way... Greatest place on earth), my fellow fantasy-fiction fan and best friend (The accusations of us being.. ahem.. gay, as many an ex- Xaverian has come to believe, are completely false, I assure you) Ronojoy Mukerji, and I, Prayag Ray, began on a highly ambitious project, humbly titled: 'The Ruby of the Fallen'
.. Yes yes, immediately you see the telltale signs of crummy fantasy fiction- a) the inanimate object in the title (eg. 'The Lord of the Rings' or 'The Wheel of Time' or 'The Sword of Shannara') b) The pompousness of the title c) The ---- of the ---- format.. etc. (You realize I've read considerable quantities of 'crummy fantasy fiction') And yes, your conclusion is entirely correct: it is (or was intended to be) another adolescant tale of big guys in shiny armour, dark lords in spiky black gothic armour, and hot elf chicks wearing litte or no armour (only chainmail bikinis allowed)
.. In any case it never got written. Just as Samuel Taylor Coleridge awoke from an opium trance, and never finished 'Kubla Khan' (there I go again, droping names.. I swear English Honours will make a complete prig {with a 'g' not a 'ck'} of me) my friend and I awoke from the idyllic dream of childhood and entered the 'big bad world'.. Consequentially the dream of 'The Ruby of the Fallen' vanished like drops of water in the Sahara.
Fortunately, I managed to write down a summary of the plot and stored it, for a later day, when I shall (hopefully) sit in the corner of a big study in Oxford (laugh if you want to) and type away on a laptop, churning out pages and pages of chainmail-bikini clad fight sequences. The next few posts on this my humble blog page, will give the reader a synopsis of the tale, so that the reader may spend several happy minutes laughing at the teenage immaturity of two dreamy eyed school boys - Prayag Ray and Ronojoy Mukerji, who shall soon enough be washed away by time and tides, and their 'novel' shall go down in the history of the cyber world as yet another inconsequential blog in the wall.
God Bless Pink Floyd. Amen.
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