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Premythic Saya

They called it the Gateway.
A magical portal located on ancient Saya..
A gift from their Angel-Born gods..
Specifically their god of life; Shara.
Through the Gateway they found a new world.
One undiscovered. Newly born.
They named this new planet after its 'creator'.
Planet Shara.

Shara did not tell them the full story.
It was a gateway into the Core of the dimensional sphere...
And on the other side of the Core is where they wound up.

But the God of Death, Saya, knew of Shara's true purpose, and the two confronted eachother at the Gateway.
A great battle ensued at the Gateway following shortly after.
Both those on Saya and those on Shara witnessed the great battle between the two deities, taking place inside the Core Realm of Gateway.
Saya could not defeat Shara..
But there was another choice.
Create a seal.
As they fought Saya left Gateway, on the side of Kruun, and shut the Gateway's physical form.
And finally revealed what was.
Shara was trying to bring something over from the other realm of Siltreon..

Shara was trying to bring--------

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He was wandering, slogging his way through the snow.
The cold didn't bother him much. He remembered that it had before, but it didn't now.
It could probably still kill me, he mused.
I should find some shelter or something.
Dying might be bad.

Whatever the case, the tall figure was hefting a massive blade on his shoulder.
Much-worn by battle and the elements, it was high time for a new one.
Unfortunately, there hadn't been much in the way of opportunity to get one lately.
Oh, well.
Maybe I could find one in the next village.
Wasn't there one the Flame wanted me to look into...?
Ah, hells. Maybe I can find it along the way.

Even to those without the 'sight', this was a man that stood out against the snow.
His outline was ragged and the shadow was... wrong.
Slowly, carelessly, Fuast made his way towards Vinan's village.

"So they didn't have undead in the Old Land?"

"No, they did, but.. It was different.
It had to be made. It wasn't natural."

"..Does my parents' death have anything to do with the village's?"

"Yes. Specifically your mother's.
Your mother and I were great friends.
She was an extreme holder of religion and tradition.
Though a little irrational..
Years ago she once knocked on my door somewhere around midnight.
When I answered she handed me you, and told me to hide you.
I did.. And later I figured out she slaughtered the village..
For their complete disregard for tradition, and respect for the Ice.
..Killing, of course, lead to her own death. At the hands of undead..
A lot of them are still out there.."
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Fuast saw a silhouette in the horizon.
A thin man, with more bone than meat, and hunchbacked.
He couldn't see the man, but the silhouette made it clear that his head looked to Fuast.
At first he made a sound that was either unintelligable speech, or a low growl.
After a moment it began to scream a wicked, unmistakable, scream.
The call of the undead. (think CoD Zombies)
It began to run towards Fuast full speed, and the silhouette became clearer.
His clothes were clealy from an Ice village, and were relatively intact, but his flesh was torn, in several spots.
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The cloaked man heard the call, though its source wasn't in sight.
Still if he had any previous encounters with the undead he would know it.
A call that they've found something to eat.
Shortly after there was another call, this one sounding more distant.
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"What was that?" Vinan asked.

"The undead.. They've probably just found some creature to eat.
They can't get in, don't worry."

"What if it's a person?"

"Who would be all the way out here?"

(don't worry, it's not a zombie-apocolypse story)

Oh. Just an undead man.
Is that all?
Fuast wasn't particularly bothered by this; he simply remembered that they tended to travel in packs.
He didn't slow his pace nor his direction, paying little attention to the approaching figure until it was in range.
Dull though it was, the blade ripped through the undead without pause.
It was like tearing tissue paper.

The ragged warrior spared its twitching corpse a glance as he passed.
From an Ice village. Damn.
Oh, well. Might as well clean the place out when I get there.
...Might be nice to find people instead, though.
As he went, he didn't seem to pay attention to the figures that had begun to gather near the call's origin.
He was on open ground, and they could only attack from a horizontal direction.

(He's technically an ex-assassin.)
The man sighed and threw the thing over his shoulder so it was in front of him.
An undead? This was... different. So he was the hunted.
He drew his own blades, a pair of specially crafted knives that curved like a claw, and easily dispatched the thing by cutting it's head off like scissors. They were certainly trying something new, he thought, kicking the corpse back.

(well, anything that dies becomes undead, so still..)
As Fuast fought an ice-arrow struck the back of an undead.
The tip protruded from the front, and shot small ice-shards at two more of the creatures, though destroying the tip.
Vinan could be seen standing a bit away, clothed almost entirely in ice-armor, save for his eyes.
..Though the curse made the undead focus on Fuast, still, despite the attack.

'..I don't see any animals..
Must be an Artruvian in there..'
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The undead gave out a death call, like the last.
Strangely it didn't attract any like the last.
But the neaby undead were instead shuffling into the distance, after their other target.

note: if you see any inconsistencies that is because both Hionians, and all of Siltreon are under developement

'Well.. He seems all right..
Looks like more are coming, though..
All of them for him.. Guess I could knock a couple off to help..'
He began to shoot at them, one by one..
As he aimed one of his shots he realized..
That one was alive. Already basically having released the bowstring he quickly moved his aim to the side.

The cloaked man saw an undead run by him, and immediately get struck by an arrow.

The undead running in seemed to be slowing to a halt.
All that was left were the ones already here.