He understood now. Their father had played to his thoughts on his decisive morals, to unite the Immortals. ‘A role?’
Solaris was not so sure of his fathers meaning, until he replayed the messages in his head, listening to the words of their father. He was meant to protect them, and their creations, the life of the planet. ‘I forgive your exploits of my devices, father, and I accept that which you ask of me. Though I ask that you never manipulate me again, it is not a welcome gesture, merely alert me of what you wish, and I will ensure it is done, quickly and efficiently.’
Solaris steps forth and assumes the role assigned to him by the Omniscient One. In a loud but clear resonate voice, reverberating as he spoke, 'Alas my brothers and sisters we are at a crossroads. We have been given a task and we have strayed too far from the designated borders that define its meaning, insodoing we are now facing as one, two choices. We can continue our petty squabbles over our insignificant issued differences, or, we can set them aside and do what we were blessed to do, repopulate this planet with life and prevent a recurrence of the End of Days. I for one, have made my decision, and that is to follow my task as The Protector, of your creations, as our father, the Omniscient, has asked of me, and I will fulfill my duties proudly and with honor as he commands. Teserath, my brother, The Reaper, as you and I both know of your reason for being, our opposition now comes to full bloom. You are Death, while I am Life; You are the endless Void, whilest I am the enveloping Light. We are opposites, yet we are the same, and are trapped within a balance, such similar to that of the Old World concept of Ying and Yang. Our tasks remain the same, yet we are also required to maintain this balance, or calamity be wrought by our insolence and disobedience. We all have been assigned a task, open your mind to the Omniscient, let him speak to you in turn, and you will be enlightened to what your part is to secure the future entrusted to us by his majesty.'
One of Solaris' Pythons strike out at Teserath, its bite relieving the paralysis set on by the shock of hearing the spoken word of the Omniscient. He steps forward a few paces staring at Solaris, not with awe nor menace, but approval. 'Finally you see the true nature of our existence, Solaris. I was wondering if or when others would catch on that we have a purpose. All of us have one. Some already have found theirs, even if they cannot be vocal about it. Commune with the Overbeing and you will learn your task. We all will need to know our own purpose, lest you'd prefer all of us added to the list of Immortal Failures...' 'I speak only to ensure we are as we were made to be. The Omniscient designated me to deliver this message to those of you who have not yet opened yourself to our father. Fulfill your duties, actualize your potential. My brothers and sisters, we must do this, not just for our sake, but for the sake of your underling mortal races. Without our cooperation, they are doomed to repeat the past. Together as one, we can, and will, prevent the repetition of the past, the future is not set, there is no fate. I leave you to ponder these words, mine, Teseraths, and our fathers.'
Solaris extends his wings toward each of the remaining Immortals, lightly touching their foreheads with the endmost tip of each. The Immortals all regain full bodily function after suffering the great shock of the Omniscient’s arrival. He moves swiftly for the exit, beckoning for the others to follow. Those who would join the cause would seal their will in binding contract, at a place Solaris had prepared for such an occasion.
Solaris waits patiently outside the arena for those who wished to follow his word, the word of their father. 'Communication is paramount amongst our kind. Misunderstanding will lead to calamity and dismay, I cannot and will not allow that.'
Solaris begins to ponder a way to ensure this could never occur, then realizes what must be done. Solaris looks upon his right arm, at the aurora spheres encircling his wrist. 'Now is the time. I shall release my image unto this raw power, and thus my servants be birthed.'
He had unknowingly prepared for this, the spheres contained more than just raw light. Each was alive, a heart beating, all in unison, pulsating accordingly. They would be a great asset to his plan, he would need to carefully construct the forms in which this light would take, allowing them some of the abilities he had access to. The Angael, as he would call them, would be his harbingers, each would accompany the leaders of the mortal races, overseeing their actions without taking any themselves, and reporting anything that would threaten the balance of the world directly to Solaris. The remaining would aid Solaris in his other tasks the world over, completing them at any cost. He called upon his inscriptions, lining the spheres before him, then having them circulate an undefined point in front of him. He causes them to spin faster, heating the air around them beyond temperatures safe within the protection of the atmosphere.
They continue accelerating their revolutions, soon turning the air around them into plasma. The fire shines many colors, mitigating a strange but vibrant display of beauty. The spheres begin to lose their shape, their surfaces warping and bending in a mountainous manner. The sounds of crackling lightning fill the air, as it shoots across each sphere. More and more bolts begin striking, until each surface is covered in a blue haze of photonic energy. The bolts continue to crackle, now shooting from each sphere to another, connecting them all to each other. They continue to encircle the undefined point for some time, before they suddenly stop in place, moving not a millimeter. The lightning dissipates, seconds before they all implode ferociously, lightning firing in all directions, and the plasma flames expanding a few meters from their respective spheres. Small, black, spheres now sit in place of the aurora spheres, hearts still beating in unison, though they radiate no light.
Solaris lines the new spheres a meter from the ground, then speaks, ‘Archael, First son, Eminence of your kind, rise forthwith, and assume your responsibilities as my subordinate.’
The center sphere shakes violently, crackling and moaning. The surface breaks, and the sphere explodes to reveal a wisp, entirely bright light. It begins to morph, quickly assuming the form of a winged bipedal humanoid male. He stares blankly at Solaris, then immediately drops to one knee. signifying his fealty. ‘Tyrial, Second son, rise forthwith, and assume your responsibilities as my subordinate.’
Again a sphere shakes violently, then explodes to reveal a wisp of pure light. It assumes the exact same shape of a winged bipedal humanoid male, drops to a knee and signifies its fealty. Solaris repeats the process with each of the other eleven spheres, naming them in order; Xerxes, Balanar, Thesaedin, Lucious, Balthazar, Agamemnon, Victoria, Aerrin, Beauxrae, Illidrianne, and Allaeria. Each assumes the same form, save for the last five, who are female. Once they all had dropped to one knee to display their fealty, Solaris spoke again, this time to address them all, ‘You are the Angael, harbingers of my will. You will be known for kindness, charisma, and execution. Your purpose is to do what I cannot. Each of you will be assigned to escort the matriarch of each individual species of sentience existing on this planet. You will report their actions directly to me, then unto their creator. Anything that may unbalance their coexistence must be prevented, at all costs, to prevent casualties. Those remaining of you will escort me, my personal guard, completing any task I assign. You are a fine, proud race. None can match your strength, none can outwit you. Carry out your tasks with great humility, and all will deem you as you are meant to be; Guardians of the People…’
He then gazed upon the land in front of him, admiring its beauty as he felt the first signs of the immortals movements in the arena behind him. The sun began to rise in the east, setting the lands and oceans aglow with its presence. Solaris inhaled as the fresh power wafted over him, for he had just expended more than anticipated, leaving him a bit faint. The light of the great sun touches Solaris, lighting his armor ablaze with color and heat. He exhales, allowing his power to radiate outward, his image blurring with the bent renditions of the light around him. He prepares to phase those who would follow his words, he would need to teleport them all at once, it would be very difficult and he would need to be touching them as well, unlike normal. He breathes deeply once again drawing more power from the rising sun. 'How perfectly quaint. A new day, a new beginning. You planned this one father, no coincidence here.'
Solaris laughs softly as the first of the Immortals begin to emerge from the arena...Race:
Vary with height, from 160lbs to 200lbs
Always Lean and Muscular, but still exuberantly attractive.
The Angael are a proud rarity brought into existence to serve their creator, Solaris. They are composed entirely of light that Solaris had solidified, shaped, then gifted to walk among mortals using the many inscriptions inlaid within his body. Being what they are, they prefer a bright environment, but will venture outside of their comfort in order to serve the will of their master. Due to the nature of their form, they clothe themselves heavily to contain the bright light their skin shines at all times, which is constantly and vibrantly reflecting color and refracting reflections of the world around them. They have no discernible features when they are born, but as shapeshifters, slowly carve themselves into the image they receive unto their master. Oftentimes they will sprout wings and grow extra limbs, using them to complete any task they may have been assigned. They are capable of similar abilities as Solaris, able to bend and shape the light around them, even give it density. They are of course further limited to these abilities, nowhere near the potential of their creator. With time, they do become stronger and more able to bend more light faster, desify it, and later, teleport. The most common uses of their abilities to control light is to fashion weapons and armor to intimidate others and strengthen themselves. Fast, Agile, Intelligent, Strong, and Charismatic are all discerning of what one can expect if they where to ever encounter such a great yet terrible creation. Angael are commonly mistaken for angels by humanoids and other theistic life forms.Life Span:
Unageing. Angaels are created as adults, and are currently incapable of reproduction.Personality:
Pleasant and Endearing, however Angael will stop at nothing to complete their assigned tasks.Structure:
Thirteen were made in the beginning, all but one equal in the eyes of their creator. The last is their leader, Archael, the communicator between them and their father.Attributes:
Angael can instantaneously change their form into anything of a similarly equivalent size, and can alter their features as well.
Angael are able to control light to a minor degree. They can bend it to grant themselves invisibility, and solidify it to fashion themselves any item they require. They are limited to the amount of light they can manipulate, usually around a ten yard radius from the center of their body.
Angael are capable of desolidifieing their form into pure light, which can travel anywhere, even through solid objects.
Angael may communicate with each other or their master over any distance by thought.
Angael may teleport once every few seconds, when pushing the envelope, up to a maximum distance of ten kilometers. When summoned by Solaris, they are capable of teleporting directly to him, no matter the distance.(You may have to hold ctrl and scroll your mouse to see the entire image)Males