Relics of Ashkinem
A centaur who claims to have prophetic powers and is the god of war and lightning
My life was never meant to be a normal one. I’ve realized this on my time in this strange world, I suppose some would say its destiny, but I have seen too much to believe in destiny. I was born into an inauspicious centaur mercenary band, there were about fifty of us. My childhood I was always interested in exploring all of the ruins that we came upon, since we were nomads. One day while I was out exploring the woods I noticed a slight outcropping in the ground and I realized it was a door. I pulled up the door and felt a whoosh of dry air hit my face, I smelled ancient books but at that time I did not recognize the spell. I walked down the steps what felt like hours and then I came upon a massive library and still the biggest room I have ever seen in my life. This library had tens of thousands of books in it, but one seemed to catch my eye. It was a book with a slight golden glow about it, looking back now it was foolish of me to open that book, since I would come to find many books in there were cursed. However when I opened that book and I looked upon the words I felt as if hundreds of years of knowledge was thrust into my head, I passed out after that.
It hard to put into words what I saw when I woke up, it was if that book allowed me to cast aside my view of reality and see it for what it really was. I thought I was going mad and closed my eyes to shut out all of the horrifying creatures that I saw. Then I suddenly heard a voice “Hey boy over here”. I turned to see a shadow of me yet it had some other worldly quality to it.
“Great I’m have actually lost mind” I said to the shadow.
“Or maybe you have finally found your mind. You have now gained the ability to see the true nature of reality.” replied the shadow
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
My shadow would go on to explain that the book I found had been enchanted by the last occultist thousands of years ago to bestow his knowledge on the person with the mental fortitude to survive it. He told me I could do what I wanted with the gift but he said I should be careful about letting people know about it since they wouldn’t understand the magic I have learned. My shadow explained this to me as I walked back to the camp in a haze, listening while trying to maintain my sanity with the sights my mind was being assaulted by. As I came upon the camp I saw it was up in flames we had been attacked by a band of orcs, and it was interesting sight for me to see. I may have only been ten which was young for humans but I had seen many battles and had become hardened warrior. But this was the first time I had seen battle as an occultist, a saw the strands of each persons’ fate, yet I realized they were mine to manipulate. My father’s mercenaries were capably handling the orcs and had nearly routed them, I saw my father battling three orcs but I saw and orc staring to sneak up behind him. I tensed my muscles to try and get there in time knowing that I could never get there in time. Then I heard my shadow in my mind “Breath look at the strands of fate that are around him not assert your will and warp reality around him.”
It was strange I suddenly started bending reality and it was so much easier then I realized, the orc collapsed to the ground I had caused him to disintegrate before me. They was such a resounding boom that the battle quieted as the last few orcs were slayed and suddenly everyone’s eyes were on me. At first it was a low chant than it became louder and louder and with a sinking feeling I finally realized what they were chanting “Perun! Perun!”
So in one day I became both an occultist and a centaur god of war.
From that day forward my clan began referring to me as Perun, at first I tried to stop them but I eventually just decided I would let them think what they wanted. We traveled far and wide letting the other centaur clans know eventually I was known amongst all centaurs. I grew bored with my life and wanted to learn more of the world so I traveled back to the library at the advice of my shadow. I was 15 at the time I spent the next 8 years in the library researching as many tombs as I could, some took me to distant planes, others would just be cursed and I would have to fight off whatever beast they summoned. I didn’t care about the consequences I just wanted to learn all that I could.
About eight years into my time at the library I began to read tombs of another occultist who found the book. But from what I read it appeared as if he abused his powers and manipulated his own fate by bending reality around him. This granted him immortality but at a great price. After that I could never find any other book referencing him at all. It worried me greatly so I set out to find him hoping I could happen upon a clue. While I was exploring the world a began to see disturbing things to the places I visited as I got closer and closer to the Imperial city it was as if someone was tearing holes in reality. They were just big gaping holes of nothing, and I mean nothing I mean looking at it physically pained me because when looking at I was aware of it but there was nothing within it no strands of fate or creatures that I had grown accustomed to seeing. As I got closer and closer to the imperial city I ran into more and more of these holes but I was the only one that could see them. Except they were affecting the unaware people that lived near them, it filled them with a sense of dread and anger which was causing much unrest. Once inside the city I began to see a giant hole in the fabric of reality and I realized that this was causing all of the holes I had been seeing on my way into the city, It was causing ripples in the wholes of reality. My head was pounding the closer I got to the hole in reality, but I pitied the people that couldn’t see why I saw they were all in a daze I was able to walk right past the guards into the arch mages tower.
As finished ascending the tower I came upon what had caused the hole, I saw the arch mage passed out before a spell book. As I grabbed it to read it a feeling I hadn’t felt for thirteen years rushed through my mind I saw how the spell was cast and how to un do it.
“Shadow how did the archmage not go insane from seeing this spell” I asked
“This man has seen more than a lot of mortals, that is probably why and he most likely felt some compulsion to cast ii. But we will talk more of this later. Hurry and end this infernal spell!”
I began reweaving the strands of reality together it was an arduous and it felt like years as I stitched together back the fabric of reality. As I finished the spell I nearly passed out from the amount of energy I used. Once the hole in reality was fixed the arch mage began to wake and sat up and looked at me quizzically.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” the archmage asked while his gaze burned in to me.
What the hell I thought as I answered “ I am Perun, centaur god of war and lightning, do not interfere into things no mortal has the business of interfering with!” I shouted using the voice I had much practice using. And with that I sprinted down the tower and out of the imperial city.
As I was leaving the city I thought more and more about that book I had picked it was true at first that I felt the same feeling I had all those years ago when I became an occultist, but it had a malevolent feeling to it. I worried more and more about that as I was returning to the library and I then realized I could no longer could bury myself in dusty tomes. I had to find this occultist and his malevolent tomes because if another was discovered who knows what it could contain. So that is my story so far looking for another occultist that I fear wishes to destroy or warp reality. Hopefully I will find him before another tome falls into the wrong hands…