Post by Mathias VonTepes on Feb 14, 2007 1:19:24 GMT -5
A guitar was made by two very well renowned musicians in the other world, one from heaven and one from hell, they both defied the edict that angels and demons were enemies. The guitar was made very intimidating to see, but the chords were so divine that any human who listened to a song played by it would die, just as if they heard the direct voice of god. The guitar was perfect in every way, forged by two opposing forces yet set in perfect harmony with both.
The powers which gave the guitar it’s awesome sound and power were split in half when they were forced to fight in their respective militaries. It was still half and half, but each power was cut in half and now no one from heaven or hell could play it. Satan got an idea, none of them could play it, but the humans could. If he unleashed it on the humans he would recruit more soldiers to his side from the freed souls of the dead.
The guitar was lost to a people known today as the Atlantians, former residents of a city called Atlantis. They got their hands on this instrument and were in awe of the beautiful music it produced (because the power was halved, no one could die simply from the sound, it would take extraordinary skill to deal deaths with the sound alone). There was a famous musician who got a hold of the guitar. He began to play it so well the listeners had died from the song made… but it wasn’t right… no human had the gift to make a song so beautiful it could kill. The musician was possessed by the awakened instrument. The souls that were released did not go to hell or heaven or even to the universe, the guitar absorbed the power of them all in order to regain it’s original glory so it could one day play itself well enough to become a weapon capable of killing the angels and demons themselves.
The host was engaged by a priest determined to destroy it. The guitar was of sizable power now, yet it knew it held no power against the priest for he wasn’t human. The priest was an agent of heaven sent to destroy or seal it once and for all, along with the other Relics of the Ancient on earth. In attempt to preserve itself, it sacrificed its host body. He played a song so low in pitch it shook the very island that the concert hall was on into rubble, sinking it below the waters. It had failed its goal, for the priest smote the host and sealed the guitar under an anvil, nailing it to the guitar by an ordinary holy sword, not knowing that it would become tainted and just as dangerous as any relic. Eventually the seal was broken and the Lametatron floated up from the wreckage, washing up on the shores of Bulgaria. It was found by an individual who was mutilated far beyond recognition by unknown assailants who were captivated by its sound. In their hurry to escape, the boys ventured up a trail, unknowingly walking on the accursed grounds of Vladimir Dracule. A gust of wind set them off balance whilst they were traveling up a trail near the steep edge. The gust was so strong they fell off only to be met by the tips of two broken trees. The boys were impaled, needless to say.
Mathias was walking down this same trail, unaffected by the curse on his own land made by one of his own blood… speaking of blood, Mathias could have sworn he smelled a tinge of it in the air and looked to where it came from. He floated to the treetops to see if the boys were still warm, but alas he had moved too slowly and the blood was cold. A glimmer caught his eye and what should he see but a peculiar looking guitar covered in a purple case that resembled demonic flesh in its appearance, veins going everywhere and spiking at the horns with claw-like protrusions; but it played like the voices of the purest virgin choir’s. He played a tune he knew well, a sad tune than hadn’t effected him till he played it now. On this guitar the song sounded sad enough that even he shed a tear while playing and the skies themselves wept in sorrow. Stopping the song he gave a smile at the effect it had and struck a heavy chord, beginning an epic rift in the E chord which charged the air with electricity, he stopped though before anything came of it. After all, he didn’t want his jealous brother Zachariah to know of this magnificent instrument.
Mathias used a portal held at a close by ruin to go to Valhalla where he convinced Odin and Frigg to hold his instrument in the room reserved for when his “final rest” came as a human. Mathias can call this instrument into his hand when he wishes. Upon his death AND spiritual release, the guitar would appear next to his body to be taken up by its next curious and/or captivated host.
-=When held with intention to be played, one has their voice split in two, one of those voices being that of the purest angel: high pitched, soft and so gentle; the other being that of the most treacherous demon: low, calm and soothing yet with so much authority that it chills even the singer. No doubt these are the voices of the ones who first made the guitar, slightly modified coming through a third host. =-
-=The guitar has a jack chord made of energy that can be fed into anything living. When the guitar is played it takes energy from the one being “plugged into” and morphs it into energy of the hosts signature, using that for attacks. It weakens the target and uses that energy to finish it off=-
The powers which gave the guitar it’s awesome sound and power were split in half when they were forced to fight in their respective militaries. It was still half and half, but each power was cut in half and now no one from heaven or hell could play it. Satan got an idea, none of them could play it, but the humans could. If he unleashed it on the humans he would recruit more soldiers to his side from the freed souls of the dead.
The guitar was lost to a people known today as the Atlantians, former residents of a city called Atlantis. They got their hands on this instrument and were in awe of the beautiful music it produced (because the power was halved, no one could die simply from the sound, it would take extraordinary skill to deal deaths with the sound alone). There was a famous musician who got a hold of the guitar. He began to play it so well the listeners had died from the song made… but it wasn’t right… no human had the gift to make a song so beautiful it could kill. The musician was possessed by the awakened instrument. The souls that were released did not go to hell or heaven or even to the universe, the guitar absorbed the power of them all in order to regain it’s original glory so it could one day play itself well enough to become a weapon capable of killing the angels and demons themselves.
The host was engaged by a priest determined to destroy it. The guitar was of sizable power now, yet it knew it held no power against the priest for he wasn’t human. The priest was an agent of heaven sent to destroy or seal it once and for all, along with the other Relics of the Ancient on earth. In attempt to preserve itself, it sacrificed its host body. He played a song so low in pitch it shook the very island that the concert hall was on into rubble, sinking it below the waters. It had failed its goal, for the priest smote the host and sealed the guitar under an anvil, nailing it to the guitar by an ordinary holy sword, not knowing that it would become tainted and just as dangerous as any relic. Eventually the seal was broken and the Lametatron floated up from the wreckage, washing up on the shores of Bulgaria. It was found by an individual who was mutilated far beyond recognition by unknown assailants who were captivated by its sound. In their hurry to escape, the boys ventured up a trail, unknowingly walking on the accursed grounds of Vladimir Dracule. A gust of wind set them off balance whilst they were traveling up a trail near the steep edge. The gust was so strong they fell off only to be met by the tips of two broken trees. The boys were impaled, needless to say.
Mathias was walking down this same trail, unaffected by the curse on his own land made by one of his own blood… speaking of blood, Mathias could have sworn he smelled a tinge of it in the air and looked to where it came from. He floated to the treetops to see if the boys were still warm, but alas he had moved too slowly and the blood was cold. A glimmer caught his eye and what should he see but a peculiar looking guitar covered in a purple case that resembled demonic flesh in its appearance, veins going everywhere and spiking at the horns with claw-like protrusions; but it played like the voices of the purest virgin choir’s. He played a tune he knew well, a sad tune than hadn’t effected him till he played it now. On this guitar the song sounded sad enough that even he shed a tear while playing and the skies themselves wept in sorrow. Stopping the song he gave a smile at the effect it had and struck a heavy chord, beginning an epic rift in the E chord which charged the air with electricity, he stopped though before anything came of it. After all, he didn’t want his jealous brother Zachariah to know of this magnificent instrument.
Mathias used a portal held at a close by ruin to go to Valhalla where he convinced Odin and Frigg to hold his instrument in the room reserved for when his “final rest” came as a human. Mathias can call this instrument into his hand when he wishes. Upon his death AND spiritual release, the guitar would appear next to his body to be taken up by its next curious and/or captivated host.
-=When held with intention to be played, one has their voice split in two, one of those voices being that of the purest angel: high pitched, soft and so gentle; the other being that of the most treacherous demon: low, calm and soothing yet with so much authority that it chills even the singer. No doubt these are the voices of the ones who first made the guitar, slightly modified coming through a third host. =-
-=The guitar has a jack chord made of energy that can be fed into anything living. When the guitar is played it takes energy from the one being “plugged into” and morphs it into energy of the hosts signature, using that for attacks. It weakens the target and uses that energy to finish it off=-
