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Shimrou
The Forgotten King of the Winged Ones.
Once ruled the sky-bound Alarion race with the power of the Thunder Phoenix. His wings crackled with lightning and fire, embodying both majesty and destruction.
Story
Long ago, in the forgotten annals of the world, there existed a race known as the Alarion, winged humans who soared above the clouds.
The Alarion were no ordinary beings, for their wings were not merely for flight—they were imbued with the essence and abilities of the birds to which they were bound.
Some bore the wings of mighty eagles, granting them keen sight and incredible strength, while others had the delicate feathers of songbirds, giving them unmatched speed and agility. There were even those with the wings of owls, who moved unseen and unheard through the shadows.
At the height of their glory, Shimrou was their king, a ruler whose very name struck awe in the hearts of the Alarion. He was said to possess the wings of the Thunder Phoenix, a bird of legend whose feathers crackled with lightning and fire. His mere presence lit the sky with storm and flame, and under his reign, the Alarion thrived. They lived in floating cities carved into mountain peaks, and Shimrou led them with unmatched wisdom, valor, and might.
The Legend and The Curse
But Shimrou's greatness would be his undoing.
Legends speak of a dark prophecy, whispered in the winds, foretelling the fall of the Alarion. The prophecy warned that a king who sought the power of the heavens would bring doom upon his people. Shimrou, proud and confident, dismissed these words as mere superstition. His ambition led him to challenge the gods themselves, seeking to unlock the full potential of the Alarion's wings and transform his race into beings of pure light and power.
In his quest for this forbidden power, He made a pact with ancient forces that dwelled in the depths of the sky, entities who had once been banished from the world.
They promised him godhood, but at a terrible cost. The ritual he performed tore open the veil between worlds, unleashing a storm unlike any seen before. The skies bled with fire and ash, and the very winds turned against the Alarion. Shimrou’s wings burned with the power of the Thunder Phoenix, but instead of granting him divinity, they consumed him. His body was shattered, his soul scattered across the sky.
The Alarion’s great cities fell, their people driven into hiding or worse, stripped of their wings by the very magic that had once empowered them. The survivors of the Alarion scattered across the world, forced to live in secrecy, their glorious past forgotten. Only a few still carry the remnants of their once-mighty wings, passed down through the generations. Some of them are cursed, their wings twisted and deformed, while others still retain the abilities of the birds they once flew beside.
As for Shimrou, he became a figure of both legend and curse. It is said that his essence still lingers in the skies, trapped between the worlds, neither dead nor alive. On stormy nights, the Alarion speak of hearing his voice in the thunder, calling to them, promising to restore their glory if only they would heed his call.
But the few who remain remember the prophecy—the warning that the Forgotten King would return one day, bringing with him the storm that would either lead to the salvation or destruction of their kind.
And so they wait, unsure of what fate will come when Shimrou, the Forgotten King of the Winged Ones, rises again.
