*SYNOPSIS ONLY
BOOK 3:- So the war against the Fallen Army continues for years. Powerful as Chriton Gespo is, he cannot stop the Army. They are relentless. The forces of the Humans, Zanthians and Porthas are depleted over the years. Gespo realizes something has to be done to stop the Army and ther Council once and for all. The army could not be stopped by mortal means. With the reamining few Elders, Gespo called upon powerfull forces, and created a 'void', a hollow space in the fabric of reality, in which to trap the Army and The Council forever. As a physical manifestation of the void, he chose a Ruby, embedded in his sword. The Ruby was like the point of access, of entry from the physical realm, to the void. This is the Legendary "Ruby of the Fallen". He (Gespo) took his sword to battle against the Army and the Council. In the legendary BAttle of The Rift, (1355) Chriton unleashed th magic in the Ruby, and trapped the Army and The Council Of Necros in the Ruby. He was successful, and the Army and Coucil were trapped in the Ruby, but the forces required to complete the task were so powerful that they upset the balance of forces between the Physical plane and the Void. The energy released in The Void caused a corresponding ripple in the physical world, that released a tremendous amount of energy on the real world. As Gespo plunged his (Ruby encrusted) sword into the earth, energy flared out all around him, unchecked. With the sword as the epicentre, a tremendous explosion wracked the world. The petrified earth was hewn and churned like water, causing chaos and destruction of calamitous proportion. Of course, Chriton himself perished because of the drain of energy. In a few seconds, the face of the planet changed. Like a wound from an axe, a tremendous rift was formed on the earth, scarring the face of the planet. It became known as "The teeth of Chaos".. What could possibly describe the destruction of that fateful day? The energy released sent the planet spinnig off course, changing seasons and weather drastically. They were the years of chaos, days of infamy, when the races struggled to survive on a world changing faster than they could. As i explained earlier, the Rhylle were not evil. They were being controlled by The Council. The remaining Rhylle (the non-tainted ones), who were not trapped in the Ruby, were now plagued by death and disease. The Rhylle as i have explained had sources of power deep beneath the surface. In the trauma to the earth that followed the capture of the Army in the Ruby, the Rhylle were devastated. They were perishing and fast. The now-almost-extinct Elders came to their aid as in the days past. Using their benevolent constructive magic, the Elders saved the Rhylle from extinction. Finally, after many years of change, of struggle against extinction, things began to settle. The Rhylle adapted to their changed underground world, and the ancient alliance with the Elders was re-forged. (1550) Owing a debt to the Elders, the Rhylle promised subserviance and aid in need. However, the problem was, that though the Rhylle adapted, the Elders could not. By now they were a truly Ancient race. Their time had come. Extinction was a certaintly. The Elders felt the great gift of communing with the Rhylle should not be lost with their death. They also owed the humans much, due to their endless help to the Elders. So they gave a great gift to the Humans- "The Bones of Acousticon"- Acousticon was a city in the newly estaqblished world order. It was in the human domain. The name has significance. There are tunnels under the Palace of Acousticon, that have strange acoustic properties (details later).. Basically.The Elders formed an multi-dimentional link between the underground realm of the Rhylle and the surface world, which was opened by sound. The details are complicated, but when a Human of rank and worth comes of age, he must enter the Rhylle realm through the tunnels under Acousticon. Here he must prove himself in a series of tests. On succeeding, the human is granted a set of bones. The bones are the bones of the extinct Elders. Each bone has unique acoustic properties, which opens a door to the Rhylle realm and summons a Rhylle to aid the human in need. Each set of Bones is unique, and is suited to the personality of the owner. In battle, the Bones are used like musical instruments (sort of) and can summon Rhylle warriors..(details later) So this is the situation at the end of 1600. The Elders are extinct. The humans, the Zanthians( diminished in number) and the Porthas (Considerably diminished) rule seperate kindoms and co-exist peacefully.....
END BOOK 3
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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