EMPYREAN

Aethons are fiery celestial beings that sprung straight out of the Flame Eternal. They are gestalt emanations of the Source which expresses itself in unimaginable diversity.

Standing vigilant before the Empyrean Gates, their guardian is sworn with the task of protecting the inviolate mysteries concealed behind them. There are innummerable celestials that dwell in Yrion - the High Aether, and among them the Aethons are all the purest emanations of the Eternal Flame, the very Force that battles for Yrion's very existence. Yrion itself is heavily guarded by the gates of the High Aether, where a mighty bastion filled with celestial warriors is positioned. But even within the vast realm of Yrion, there are rumored to be at least 8 gates of great mystery. The most mysterious of these gates are the Empyrean Gates. Though none knows what truly lies behind them, it is said that the gates lead to the Empyrean itself - a place of vast divine flame and celestial rapture, surpassing the radiance of the many realms of Yrion by a thousanfold. This is the rumored location of the Empyrean Throne, where the mysterious Archon is said to reside. Before each o

Empyrean leaves the world of Arandor back, for a time, visiting other places and worlds in the Unfolding Dream. This is one of the stories we're working on, from one of those worlds, hope you enjoy. Children of Sky and Mountain Forever, since the Timeless days, there was Sky-king. Alone he reigned upon his vast realm since time immemorial. Forever, since the Timeless days, there was Mountain-queen. Alone she reigned upon the tall mountains from her mighty summit. Sky saw Mountain and desired her. He desired her so much that he could not stop looking at her. Because he did so, the sun would never set, and the night would never come. The snows of the tall peaks begun to melt. The trees were stunted – their leaves scorched. Rivers begun to dry, and the animals went hungry and thirsty. Mountain suffered under the all-consuming burning gaze of Sky. But Mountain was proud and strong. She would not surrender to Sky. She would never bow. She raised her coun

Kaltos crosses the irradiated wastelands, and ponders whether to enter the neighbouring dark woods, or seek shelter in the wastes that surround him, as the blazing sun gives its place slowly to the silver moon.

And in the height of their insolence the Akharen - for that is the name they had back then, when their master was still flesh and blood, guiding every moment of his tyrannical conquest, came forth, and built the colossal citadels on top of the cities they conquered. These structures were so colossal that they bled the planet's natural resources dry, ravaging the wilderness, and polluting the world with radiation and toxic waste. Even so, they were marvels of architecture, engineering and technology. During the great war that followed, they became the refuge of millions of humans, and solidified the power of the Akharen. In time Akronas ascended to the heavens, and the last of the Akharen became his heirs on Arandor. The Hexad. And among the Hexad, Nalatoth was always the most extravagant. The Arrogant God of Swords and Seas had built his giant citadel - Anatheras, near the sea, ensuring that his fleet would dominate the seas. Furthermore, Haedras was the most central of the s

In the eve of their pledge of Love, Aelon and Nuviel created Arralor together to be their home. A heavenly sanctuary of the things dearest to either of them. There, Light and Night mingled freely, creating the most beautiful realm in the entire dream. Because of its beauty, Arralor was also a favored place to visit for Ankael the Divine Musician, who was, in any case, a very close friend of the couple.  After the War of Light and Shadow, the Celestials closest to Aelon followed him into his realm, as well as some of the Celestials who were closest to Nuviel. Mountains of white and night Quartz float in the skies, whilst thin wispy clouds spread in the high winds. The land below is covered by a crystalline sea, as far as the eye can see. The sea is remarkably serene, despite the strong currents of wind that buffet the higher places, there is solace and calm down below. The angelic Alahar have resplendent cities built upon the islands of quartz and amethyst.