Braison Cyrus
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Just a dad who loves to share stories. Check me out on Instagram if you want to book some one-on-one writing workshops with me! @braisonccyrus
Stories (17/0)
On the Lack of Dragons in Randos
Although motifs and artistic representations can be found across Randós, no example of living dragons have ever been found. There are several creatures across Randós that have been described as dragons but none are the true beast. Lareth is home to one creature that could be seen as a dragon. The sea serpents, or “Leviathans” as they are called by the Larethi, are large serpentine aquatic creatures that inhabit the Opal Ocean. They have also been described by the Merfolk of the area. The orchid dragons are a rare sight in the Larethi Isles. However, they are insects and are in no way related to dragons. They are only reffered to that was due to their scale like hide and lizard like eyes. River dragons are a common sight in Kilt, usually found sun bathing covered in mud on the banks of rivers. Another creature commonly mistaken for dragons are the sand skippers of Ekarus, sometimes called sand dragons. These are tall lizard like animals that hop on their large hind legs across the arid plains near the Polythemic Desert. Terrador and Maelstrom both have tales of true dragons but no comparable creature exists in either of their lands.
By Braison Cyrus8 months ago in Fiction
Big Black Dog
In a small a chapel on a hillside in Tennessee, a congregation meets for a Sunday night service. The pews are half full with people who have worried looks on their faces. The preacher stands before them, reciting a sermon he had prepared the week before, ending with the words, “in the name of God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen.” The people repeat those sacred words after him. The rain pounds hard on the metal roof of the church. The wind hums a sounds like whispering devils echoing down the aisle. They light candles one after the other as they walk down the aisle to leave the church, preparing themselves to walk out the door and into a world of burden. As one man stands up to walk down the aisle, a gust of wind blows open the double doors to the chapel and blows out the candles the faithful had lit. A flash of lightning glows like hot embers in a fireplace. The man’s hat blows off his head and lands on the floor.
By Braison Cyrus11 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - December 2022
The End of EmblarTop Story - December 2022
Wrothgar threw down his weapons and shouted, “Do not harm them! Storn should have the final say on what happens to the ones we left alive!” Rikka, still holding a sword to her prisoner’s throat, said, “he would not suggest we ransom them! These Shifters are dangerous, far too dangerous for that kind of mercy.” The sky grew darker and things were changing all around them. “You’re right,” said Wrothgar, “but we’ve yet to hear from Jorn or Storn since they left to have talks with the Waning King. Their tongues are sharper than our swords you know.” Rikka nodded at her brother and then slit the throat of her captive. The other Shifters, who were in the service of Elonwye, looked on at them as savages but never showed a glimpse of fear. This world was living its final day and the sun was just near its resting place on the horizon. Blood ran across every inch of ground on Emblar. The other 8 worlds had already met their fate while Emblar itself still gasped for air. “I heard from the others that the ships were almost ready. Elloga crafted these to ride the rifts of Outer Darkness, hopefully somewhere far away from this place,” Wrothgar said hoping to reassure his sister. She was lost for a moment, gazing at a field of stone graves on the other side of the battlefield. She said to herself in a quiet voice, “Look after the place while we’re gone, father.” Wrothgar pulled Rikka by her hand and they ran toward the shipyard to meet with the others.
By Braison Cyrusabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - September 2022
Merfolk of RandosTop Story - September 2022
The first thing that one will notice when they lay eyes on a Mer is the ornate mask that is afixed to their faces. No one is sure what lies beneath it but the mask itself is rather unusual. The mask is crafted from an assortment of shells in the image of a human face. This practice of wearing these masks goes as far back as anyone can remember. The Merfolk have an admiration for humans, seeing them as their protectors. Time and time again, men have proved themselves to be allies to the Merfolk, whether they live in their waters or the seas abroad, men tend to arrive at the perfect time to be their saviors. This has resulted in the custom of mask wearing in their likeness and returning the favor in being devoted allies to the nations of men when they are in need of them.
By Braison Cyrusabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - October 2022
Influences and InspirationsTop Story - October 2022
Hey Everybody! Thank you so much for checking out the stories and engaging with the world that I’m making. This has been super fun for me to experiment with writing creatively outside of the music space. After working so hard on these short fantasy stories, I wanted to take a step back and do a more personal exploration of where some of these ideas are coming from, some of my inspirations and some of the stuff that I really like. Some of these things I talk about in this post may not seem like they connect to the fantasy world of Randos I’m creating or my music but these are the things that I enjoy and make me who I am creatively on some level. Hope you guys enjoy this piece and I will get back to more fantasy content soon!
By Braison Cyrusabout a year ago in Humans
Terrador Civil War
The secession of the northern territories is the most contentious event in the recent history of Terrador. The wounds of the civil war are still healing even today. King Hrodulf has done much to suppress the separatist movement and attempted to build back bridges that had been previously burned. The separatist movement was largely led by the well respected and honorable chieftain of Hearthmound, Aethelric, who was backed by the other northern states of Novengrad, Vagen, Harstagg, Solsgard and Kriev. Today, the land of Terrador is still unified under one crown. However, the northern states are still reeling from the damage of the war and the people’s opinion of King Hrodulf is still stained with the blood from the war.
By Braison Cyrusabout a year ago in Fiction
Gantamachy Pt 2
The war began and began again and again. This war would never end for it was doomed to be a cycle. Jorn and his siblings would crash their flame-shapes into the crystalline carapaces of the Elvenwyes, the ancestor spirits of Elven kind that followed Elonwye. Jorn led an army of his own, the predecessors of Mennic souls known to him as the Dead-In-Shape. The first to fall in this war was Jorn’s own son, Branni, the youngest and fairest of all his children. The Mennics were born from Jorn’s grief of his son's passing. With each passing cycle the war got more and more destructive but also created more in its wreckage, which was the definition of potential according to the Mennics. The Nine Worlds or the “Piles of Bones,” were the result of the carnage.
By Braison Cyrusabout a year ago in Fiction
Gantamachy Pt 1
After the absence of both Ieru and Sheol, Absolon ruled the heavens above in his Aparthenon. The Aparthenon was his temple and also his wife, with which he consummated his love of his own design. This fornication led to the birth of his three sons, Manwye, Anonwye and Elonwye. These broods slept within the prismatic cells of Aparthenon, absorbing the knowledge Absolon had of the universe through her. Absolon understood the whole universe of the above but had no knowledge of the darkness of Sheol below. From time to time, he would gaze down into the darkness to see what was happening but all he ever saw was his own likeness in the mirror that is the below. Yet every time he would look and gaze at himself, his three sons absorbed the knowledge he had of himself, making them more and more like their father. Elonwye, from within his waxy nest, dreamed that one day he would sit in the throne of his father within Aparthenon, so he sipped the nectar of knowledge from Absolon unknowingly over time.
By Braison Cyrus2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - September 2022
Origa OmnicumTop Story - September 2022
The origin myth of Randos is as biased as it is complicated. The Elven and Mennic retellings of the story always seem to be skewed toward their gods being the most righteous and true. Through compiling the different tales, though difficult, it’s possible to reach an unbiased conclusion through shared themes in both of their stories. The men seem to believe that they and their gods were wronged by the ancient spirits of elves and their gods while elves portray it all as a misunderstanding. We will try our best to compile both myths to see what we can agree upon in both cultures and hopefully reach some sort of philosophical and theological bedrock.
By Braison Cyrus2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2022
The Fortnite WarTop Story - August 2022
One of the greatest heroes of Kilton culture is King Fionn MacCuel of Clan MacCuel for fending off the northmen of Terrador who were led by Warlord Roark of Novengraad. He and his barbaric troops landed on the northern coast of Kilt and raided down to the central plains. The clans of Kilt’s northern coast fought them off for days before falling back beyond the Forest of 'Fetch. It was the first time a raid like this had occurred in Kilt’s history and the clans and their leaders were not prepared for the battles to come.
By Braison Cyrus2 years ago in Fiction