VUHL NARRAK
Vuhl Narrak
The nameless Vuhl frantically worked to escape his planet Alcanar as the skies shattered above and the demons of the Void invaded.
Escaping the planet on his own, the nameless Vuhl tracked a signal from another ship and followed it to the planet Mivera.
Crash landing near the source of the signal, he wandered the area…
Suddenly, he was attacked by 2 large golems. In his weakened state he summoned a single golem to fight back. He held his own in battle, and readied himself to make a powerful attack.
But, as he did he heard a voice that called for the golems to stop. A voice in his language. The golems pulled back and stood silently as a figure moved toward them. The nameless Vuhl drew his blade to defend himself, but was stunned to see not a random enemy, but instead a beautiful Vuhl woman named Zaya — an old friend of his.
“You’re alive?” He asked in disbelief.
“We all thought that you were dead.” Zaya said.
The nameless Vuhl tilted his head in curiosity.
“Wait, you said ‘We all.’ There’s more of us?”
Zaya took the nameless Vuhl with her and brought him into a hidden sanctuary. He saw a plentiful number of Vuhl within the sanctuary, but he wasat a loss to see that some of the Vuhl had left their technology behind. What technological advancements that they did have were replaced for more rustic means. Those Vuhl had lived off the land and its magic, and were wearing handmade clothes formed from leaves and ropes.
Taken aback by the vast differences of what he was used to, he asked Zaya why these Vuhl would impair themselves.
“After we lost our world some of us just wanted to enjoy what little time we had left.” She said.
“Some of us thought we had brought the invasion upon ourselves. That our technology was what the demons tracked. And to others… They see it as a second chance for them. They want to start again, and they think this is the right way to.”
The nameless Vuhl understood the feeling, but continued to ask Zaya about the state of the Vuhl and their sanctuary.
“We’re vulnerable, Zaya. We need to do something to prepare for another invasion. We can’t do that by regressing to this!” He said.
“We had our technology!” She snapped back.
“Alcanar had plenty, and yet we still lost to the Void. Maybe it’s just time to enjoy what we have and lie low until we have to escape again.”
The nameless Vuhl was infuriated with this and felt betrayed by his own people. He yelled at the other Vuhl and ordered them to prepare for the sake of their own lives. Yet, despite his pleas a lot of the Vuhl declared that they had given up. They told him to spend what time he had left with the ones that he loved. Feeling frustrated and defeated, the nameless Vuhl turned from them and went away.
Time passed. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months.
And as that time had passed, the nameless Vuhl worked on his own plans to fight back against the Void.
He refused to give up the advancements of his own technology, and he had formed a great tower for his people.
He named the structure New Alcanar, and persuaded some of the Vuhl to return to their old ways of technological advancements, but Zaya and the others had remained where they were, unwilling to change for him.
As the tower grew into a new city and haven for the Vuhl, the nameless Vuhl began to feel more comfortable. It was like he was rebuilding the pieces of his shattered home and making things right again.
And then, on one fateful day, explosions erupted at the edge of the city.
Humans attacked the Vuhl, and the nameless Vuhl raced into the fight. He killed a human and stared at the creature in confusion. He grabbed its head and used his powers to learn of the creature’s memories, language, and intentions.
The humans that attacked them were a faction of religious zealots. They believed that the Vuhl were demons from a prophecy told long ago. The prophecy itself wrote that demons would descend from the heavens and invade their lands. It said that the demons would do horrible works in the end times and that their arrival would mark the great ivasion and the destruction of their world.
The nameless Vuhl and his forces led the humans to retreat, and he told the others of the humans’ plans.
Touching the other Vuhl’s heads with his hands, he passed on the memories of the humans to the other Vuhl. They learned the language and the cruel prophecy.
He was angered by the humans’ reactions. The Vuhl were clearly not the demons from the Void, and they would have to tell them that. Or if all else fails, they would have to destroy them.
Preparing for a war to determine their survival, the nameless Vuhl rallied whoever he could to help defend their city.
And then, the humans returned…
Now armed with greater forces, the humans struck down Vuhl after Vuhl and began to gain the upper hand.
The Vuhl fought back valiantly, but their casualities were rising fast.
Creating a distraction, the nameless Vuhl led the humans back to their own home — Tyrion Valley.
Striking down human after human, the nameless Vuhl felt like the Vuhl had turned the tide of the battle. He couldn’t be more wrong.
Forces surrounded them and began to kill off the Vuhl one by one. Desperate to survive and to win, the nameless Vuhl’s mind raced.
The nameless Vuhl tapped into the forces of his magic and he began to break down the ground around him and use it as his shield. The humans targeted him, and as he defended himself he could feel his grasp on the matter around him become stronger. The energy seeped through deeper, and deeper, and deeper.
And then, the nameless Vuhl felt a single point. A singular spec of the matter he held before him.
An atom.
And as he mourned the loss of his people and clung to his desperation, the nameless Vuhl roared out and spil a single atom.
After a great and terrible explosion that annihilated Tyrion Valley, the ground of the Vuhl’s great sanctuary was left shaking.
The nameless Vuhl was left in a crater. He stared at his own hands as they trembled under the weight of his actions. Guilt, regret, and sorrow filled his mind as he realized he had destroyed an entire town and group of people.
The few lingering humans that were left ran off, and as they did they cursed him with the name “Narrak”, which to them translated to “Hellbringer”.
The Vuhl heard this name and echoed it, forever naming the nameless Vuhl and their savior, “Narrak”.
And as he was given this new name, Narrak could only stare on, lost in his own grief and guilt…
