Josh Weckesser: Epic
Help me, muse, with the telling of this tale
Of love for country and another
Of the rise and falling of empires
And the triumph of the human spirit.
Willentithus the lord of wrath and hate
Marcion who ruled the domain of war
Krystophile whose domain is the dead
These were the Caramacs’ allies from above.
The focus of the tale is Resse Graycloak
Who is now the lord of Vasconia
The mighty welder of The White Stick
Commander of immortal warriors.
It was into this chaos that Resse was thrown.
He was called to fight for Caramac.
As Lord Graycloak was a loyal citizen
He left his home to pick up a sword.
In a time in the not so distant past
There were two powerful nations at odds.
The religious-state of Areamora
And the just nation-state of Caramac.
On the battlefield Resse proved his mettle
As a warrior and leader of men.
Battle after battle Resse turned the tide
Away from the hated Areamorans.
The supreme rule of Areamora
Rested in a goddess by the same name.
Caramac had no patron deity
All faiths were welcome within her borders
Yet even the might of Resse Graycloak could
Not defeat their enemy’s awful wrath.
One by one their gods turned their back on them
Allowing the capitol to be taken.
Areamora coveted the lands
Of the peace-loving Caramacs
And secretly plotted to make them hers
Though trickery, deception and deceit.
Goodtaste, the capitol of Caramac
Was the most beautiful city in the world.
That is until it was taken by the
Areamorans and turned into a shine.
On one dark night the king of Caramac
Was murdered in his own bedchamber.
Caramac mourned the loss of their ruler
While their borders faced threat from abroad.
All of the citizens of Goodtaste were
Forcibly converted to the worship of
Areamora, including Resse’s love
The magnificent Vasconia.
It was not long before the invaders
Pushed almost to the heart of Caramac.
Caramac was not prepared in the least
For the Areamoran offensive
So it came to pass that Resse Graycloak wept.
He wept for his nation and his lost love
The beloved Vasconia, stolen
From her bed in the city of Goodtaste.
With limited other options presented
The Caramacs turned to the heavens.
They called upon Willentithus
Marcion and Krystophile.
He would not let his love remain captive
He would free he if it would take his soul.
He then made plans with his most trusted men
To recapture the city of Goodtaste.
Josh Weckesser: Epic
There were few that would join his mismatched ranks.
Still the bravest and most daring souls came.
What they did was treason, but with Goodtaste gone
Caramac had already lost the war.
Little did any of them conjecture
That Resse Graycloak was still alive and well
And he was determined to overthrow
Areamora and return his realm.
They left the ruins of Caramac
Aimed for the night, for the legends
To imprint their names on the river of time
And to make their mark for their lost country.
The horrible day came all to quickly
That Resse made his assault on Goodtaste.
The battle was rapid and decisive
As Resse’s men entered their once-capitol.
The Areamorans were victorious
And plundered the lands of lost Caramac.
All while Resse and his band watched in silence
Plotting the overthrow of their foes.
Resse was distracted by personal thoughts
Spending his great victory searching
Everywhere for his Vasconia.
He found her in Areamora’s temple.
After many years of reserved waiting
Resse put his pleasant plan into motion.
All of Areamora shook at his name
And high officials feared their death.
Upon seeing her his harsh facade broke
He ran to her and took her in his arms
He held her as if to never let go
And he whispered into her ear his love.
City after city fell before them
As none could stand to Resse’s mighty wrath.
He showed more mercy then his forebears
And had many converts to his ranks.
He kissed her deeply then released his grip.
Vasconia began to weep and sob.
She moved towards the balcony overlooking
Goodtaste saying, “I will love you forever!”
No Caramacan battle cry wailed
Over Resse’s powerful army.
The cry raised was much more personal
All could hear the shout of, “Vasconia!”
Resse’s hardened heart was pulled from his chest
As he watched Vasconia though herself
From that extreme height and her final word
Echoing though out the depths of his soul.
Areamora weakened from this conflict
And from the loss of many worshipers.
She gathered in her breast a deep hate
For this Resse who was conquering her nation.
All of Areamora fell soon after
As they could not face Resse’s bold wrath.
A new nation was born from the ruins
It is Resse’s love, named Vasconia.
She brought to her realm his Vasconia
Whispering into her ear the power
And the glory that could be hers alone
If she would devote herself to the faith.
Vasconia turned from her torrid past
To embrace this newfound religion.
She was not alone, many from Goodtaste
Turned to the faith of Areamora.