Age of Titans and Dragons
Inceptara Mountain stood where grassland met forest, with the sun blazing fiercely overhead, casting sharp shadows over the land.
"Inceptara Mountain Tribe, the Royal court has spoken! Fifty Eagleman warriors are to be recruited! Within three days from your tribe, report to the Oblivara Forest to follow the orders of the Titan of Thunder!"
Over the cliff, an eagle-man with gray and black wings hovered, clutching a bone spear in his talons. His voice echoed to the eagle-men gathered below on the cliffside.
Amidst the crowd, Philisios looked around in bewilderment.
"Where... am I?"
He quickly realized something was off. Around him were beings with human faces, bird beaks, taloned feet, and wings like eagles. Each figure was cloaked in simple animal skins, their thin frames and weary faces showing the toll of long-term malnutrition.
Looking down, he saw he was a young eagle-man himself, standing next to a female eagle.
Fragments of memory began to surface.
"Messenger! We are only a tribe of two hundred eagle-man. If all our young warriors leaves, how will we survive in this wilderness? Show us some mercy!" The tribe's leader, a tall, dignified eagle-man, called out to the eagle-man messenger.
But the messenger, unmoved, scoffed. "Hmph, survival is your problem, not mine. Defy this order, and your tribe will be wiped out!"
With that, he spread his wings and flew off, leaving the tribe in tense silence.
That night, a small fire burned on the cliffside. The tribe roasted what little meat they had, and the young warriors ate quietly with their families around them. Philisios sat with his mother and the tribe's leader, the same eagle-man who had pleaded with the messenger earlier.
After finishing his meal, the leader turned to Philisios. his expression softened with sadness and pride. He placed a hand on the boy's head and smiled faintly. "My son, you must grow up strong."
"I will," Philisios said, his voice steady but heavy with an unspoken promise. A fire ignited within him that day—a hunger for power, for dominion, for destiny itself. The very earth beneath his talons seemed to tremble as the winds whispered of greatness yet to come. With each beat of his wings, the weight of his newfound resolve grew, and in the depths of his heart, an unyielding thirst for justice and vengeance began to stir. He was no longer merely a child; he was a force of nature, destined to carve his name into the heavens, to rise above the ashes of the fallen and become the harbinger of judgment, the one who would shape the future with his own hands.
The leader then looked at Philisios's mother with a solemn expression. "Athena, the war between the Titans and the Ancient Dragons has raged for a thousand of years. Ten years ago, our fathers left and never returned. This time, when we leave, our fate is also uncertain. If I don't come back, please raise Philisios well."
Athena's eyes grew moist. "Phin, can't we refuse? Can't we flee Inceptara Mountain and hide somewhere far away?"
Phin sighed. "No. The Titans and dragons rule the whole continent, here, we have a chance to survive. Elsewhere, we'd be destroyed."
Athena's voice trembled as she said "Phin, please come back safe!"
He nodded. "I will."
At dawn, the young eagle-men took off to the skies, led by phin, flying west toward the vast forest. On the cliff, those left behind old, weak, women, and children watched as the warriors faded into the distance, clutching their children close.
And so, the promise was broken. That day, a child lost his father, brothers were taken, a wife wept for her husband, the mother grieved for her sons, and young hearts felt the hollow ache of love ripped away. The cliff was silent, save for the quiet sobs and whispered prayers for those who would never return
Three years have passed, like dust in air, The past now whispers, faint and rare. What was once bright, now fades away, But hope still lingers, come what may.
In a dense forest near Inceptara Mountain, Philisios perched atop a tree, gripping a stone spear as he scanned the ground below with sharp eyes.
Down below, two thick-skinned boars one large, one small were under attack from three forest wolves. The smallest boar was already dead, half its head missing, while the larger boar, enraged by its loss, charged wildly, injuring two of the wolves.
As one wolf delivered a final strike to the boar, an eagle's cry rang out. Philisios swooped down, striking the last wolf in the eye with his spear. The wolf fell, howling in pain, while Philisios threw his spear again, hitting the remaining wolf's throat.
When the battle over, three young eagle-men landed nearby.
"Philisios, that was amazing!" one of them exclaimed.
"You took them down so fast!" another added.
Philisios smiled. "Asang, Ale, take the boars back. I'll stay and keep watch."
The others nodded, gathering the boars and flying off. Once they were gone, Philisios cleaned up the bloody scene, then returned to his treetop perch, watching the sunset as he wiped the blood from his spear.
"Open panel," he muttered.
[Character Profile]
Name: Philisios Veldorim
Race: Eagle-man
Age: 9
Attributes: Strength 5, Constitution 4, Spirit 9, Agility 8, Charm 3
Level: Sealed (Unlock after Game launch)
Skills: Throwing (Proficient), Spear Skill (Proficient)
Skill Points: Sealed (Unlock after game launch)
Talent: None
Quest: Sealed (Unlock after game launch)
Game Start Countdown: 3,650,136 days, 5 hours, 35 minutes
Seeing the countdown, Philisios's brow furrowed.
"Am I an NPC... or a player?" he wondered aloud, sighing. "The system is useless for now. I'll have to rely on my own strength. At least I have basic skills, and they're not all that bad."
The golden light of sunset filtered through the leaves. Philisios broke off a branch and made a quick mental checklist.
"It's been three years since I came to this world, and I'm sure this is the ancient age of Flanders World, the era of Titans and Dragons," he reflected. "When I played the game it was already the fifth chapter, the rise of the human empire."
He gazed down, deep in thought. "By then, the Titans were gone, and the dragons had retreated to Dragon Island after their great war. Yet, there's almost no record of this ancient era."
He paused, remembering a key event. "Except… that three years before the final battle, the Thunder Titan Yatri killed the Dragon King's son, the Blue Dragon King Ariletos. That's what started it all."
The scene played out in his mind. "Enraged, the Dragon King unleashed all his forces on the Titans. Both sides were devastated, and that's when the goblins rose to power."
"Unfortunately, I didn't pay much attention to the Eagle Tribe's history," Philisios muttered, looking down at his feathers. "In Chapter Five, eagle-men were no longer even recognized as an intelligent race. Players weren't given the option to play as them."
He clenched his talons. "But I remember a legend… of a common turtle from this era who bathed in Titan blood and rose to become a Demi-god, surviving until the time of the players."
"Back then, I thought I could unlock my powers the same way." He shook his head. "But after three years, I've heard that bathing in Titan blood only brings death. No one survives it. So how did that old turtle do it?"
Philisios sat in the stillness, his gaze piercing the shadows as the puzzle lay before him. The pieces seemed to mock him, elusive, yet undeniable. Little did he know, the journey had already begun unseen, unheard, yet woven into the very fabric of his being. From a mere eagle man, the seeds of greatness had been planted, and in his heart, the power of the gods stirred. He was not just destined for kingship—he was bound to become the God of Judgment, to rule the heavens, to wield a fate no mortal could understand. The world was waiting, and so was he.
Crazy Facts!!!
Philisios : merging "Philos" (love), "Sophos" (wisdom), and "Ius" (judgment), indicating a person who embodies loving wisdom and fair judgment.
Veldorim – combining "Valor" (strength and pride) and "Dirim" (to judge or separate), symbolizing a figure of powerful judgment and pride.
Inceptara – from "inception" (beginning) and "ara," hinting at a sacred place of starting.
Oblivara – inspired by "oblivion," a place of forgotten souls or eternal rest.