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The Silverhelms are a small race of Belegarth players who dedicate themselves to upholding a specific standard. It is not like a normal belegarth race, so therefore one cannot self proclaim themselves a Silverhelm.  They have to be made one by the present members. There are no barrels or trials.  A person can only become a Silverhelm based on their personality and soul.
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[[File:Symbolsilver.jpg|thumb|400px|Right| The Symbol of the Silverhelms, a caveman drawing of them.]]
  
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[[Image:Silverhelms.jpg|thumb|400px|right| All 10 Silverhelms]][[Category:Races]]
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Silverhelms are a group of like minded individuals who are chosen by one another based on their attitude, merits, and soul.  
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==Lore==
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*'''A common aspect of Silverhelm writing is that often real world events are taken and written into lore as 'in game' living lore. What is presented here is but a small fragment of the lore created, tended to, and shared amongst silverhelms. Please note that although in lore referenced as 'corrupt' or 'evil' some 'Arahat' are represented by real world people that we do not hold any ill will towards. This lore is purely the work of fiction.'''
  
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Long ago, when the Earth was young and before humanity ever walked this plain, a race of creatures were created. Yet, these beings were not from this planet but were instead from a worlds far away. Known by many names, the Silverhelms were created by the Gods, and as their first children they were endowed with the same knowledge and immortality along with lesser powers as their sky parents possessed. The great architects and the Silverhelms lived prosperous lives on their home world but after using so much of the natural resources their world began to die. Thus, they were forced to explore the galaxy for materials to save their dying world. That is how the found this small blue world amidst the vast darkness.
 
  
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They Gods and their children prepaired the Earth for their arrival and began the long labor to claim the materials they needed. However the work was to great and in a show of power and hubris the gods and Silverhelms created mankind. The Silverhelms helped lay the pillars of the Earth in order to make way for man. Man was made to serve, their sole purpose for existence was manual labor. They enriched the Silverhelms and their creators with the natural materials that they needed while bowing and scraping to the sight of their glory. When their task was finished, plans were set in motion to eradicate their race but unforetold events took place. One of the mighty architects, the creator of humans himself, rushed to save his children. Only he could see the potential of this species. It was in that hour of annihilation, when great peril threatened to wipe mankind of the face of the Earth that humans rose to the task, proving that they were of worth, that they could rise above.
 
  
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In that moment, the Silverhelms saw the creators love grow for the humans. They rewarded the man who saved all humans for his bravery by granting him immortality and a seat in their court, something that was not given to the Silverhelms.  From there, the makers invested into their human experiment. Thus began the relationship between the humans and Silverhelms. They taught the humans the framework to life itself; They showed them crafts such as metallurgy, agriculture, weaving of silk and fabric, blacksmithing, architecture and many other fundamental attributes, and for a while they learned.
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===Creation===
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Everything started in complete darkness, but in that darkness was born the world egg. It was born of time and necessity. Then the great serpent coiled around the egg. The egg was representative of the order in the universe, as the serpent was representative of chaos. The egg burst open and from it was born the universe. Ion became the physical representation of order in this new place, as well as the one whom created life and the planets, stars and suns. His domain became all that was physical. He went from place to place in this universe, creating simpler and lesser forms of life, but eventually grew bored with this simple creation and sought to create life similar to his own.  
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[[File:WorldEgg.jpg|thumb|200px|Right| The world egg, from the visions of Kael Prime]]
  
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How did the sheep repay the herder? With ignorance. With metallurgy humans made a currency that corrupted the mind and elevated deceiving men to power. With that power they used architecture to build monolith’s to honor their tainted image, attempting self-glorified immortality. With agriculture and cloth, rich men and women dressed themselves in the finest wears and gorged themselves as children lay naked and starving in the streets. With the power of blacksmithing, the humans built weapons, and with weapons came war.
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From this urge Ion willed into being the Creators. The firstborn of his new children saw the likes of Gaia, Uranus, Brahma, Shiva, Vishnu, Atum, Neith, Ptah, Enki, Izanagi, Borr, and Quetzalcoatl. These original Creators learned from Ion the secrets of pure creation. These new beings used what they learned from Ion to move forward and create more like themselves, other “gods”. The Creators with the help of Ion made a great civilization, and seeing that it was good, grew to prosperity.  Ion saw his creations thriving and decided to take leave back to the darkness to shed more light through the universe. The Creators were saddened by his departure, but knowing the nature of Ion they understood that he must move on to shed his light on the universe.
  
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The Silverhelms watched in horror as the mortals destroyed each other with what they taught to bring life. One of the Silverhelms, enraged by the human’s behavior, demanded that the creators finish what they started long ago and obliterate the human race. But the Creators saw in humans what he could not.  For his outburst, the makers ordered the Silverhelms to bow to man to show their loyalty to the human race. All bowed but him, and through his dishonor many stood with the newly named Tennebris, for his defiance inspired hatred towards the gods. This began the Clash of the Titans.
 
  
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The war didn’t last long, but the destruction was great. Many of the Silverhelms perished with the abominations that started the war.  When the final battle came, their best warrior faced Tennebris.  On the peak of a tower amongst the desolation, they clashed. The fight lasted hours, but when it ended the tyrant had been defeated. Instead of death, he was forced to live and watch the human race flourish, banished to his own prison. The rest of the abominations who followed Tennebris were scattered to the wind, often hiding in the bowels of the earth in feral packs.
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===The Creation of the First Silverhelms===
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After the victory the Silverhelms were repurposed. Now they watch and guide the race called man, defending them from the remnant darkness and themselves, leaving their influence both directly and indirectly.
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In the absence of Ion, Gaia became the leader of both her race and planet. The Creators expanded, created, prospered, and flourished for millennia. Yet they destroyed their planet in their use and misuse over that time. In an effort to save their planet they devised a plan to travel the stars like their progenitor so they could find a planet rich with minerals and resources to repair their planet. With the plan in place the Creators designed a workforce to assist them in their task. Thus the first of the Silverhelms were born, the Terrae. The Terrae were thus named for their ability to bond with and influence any land they occupied. Together with the Creators the Terrae made ships, tools, vehicles for exploration and self defense. New Creators were also made to ease the trials of unfamiliar territory, Creators of tactics, battle, and rage.
  
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After the Clash, the creators helped pick up the broken pieces of the world and reestablished the human race. In doing this they had the humans record the events of the past in writing, sculpture and building of monuments so that the mortals could remember, so that they could learn from their mistakes.  In this time, all cities of man experienced a golden age, a period of peace and learning.
 
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When this was done, and the humans proved they could govern themselves, the makers announced their leave.  Overnight, they vanished in eruptions of smoke and flame, returning to the sky in their chariots. In the absence of the gods, the Silverhelms were tasked to watch over the humans, but many of them fell from grace.  Many strayed from the path of righteousness, some even harmed the mortals rather than helped and other went into seclusion. Only a small handful kept true to their word.
 
  
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==The Twilight of the Gods==
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===Earth, Humans===
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They set out with all that they had made, and the Creators and the Terrae came across the planet now known as Earth. They did not land on this planet, which was covered with mostly violent and unintelligent lizards and mammals. They elected to purge the planet of the unnecessary life by sending a single meteor to correct the mistakes nature had made. Once the time had passed for the planet to once again become habitable they landed their ships and began the process of harvesting the precious minerals. The Creators and Silverhelms found the work to be laborious and inefficient so they created a workforce to do the work in their place. These new workers were the first of the Humans, made from materials both from Earth and from the Creators themselves. Many generations of this workforce came and went as the collection of resources became streamlined after many trials and tribulations.  
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Over the next millennia, the Silverhelms lost hope that the Creators would ever return. That was until one day, a certain Silverhelm was contacted by the Architects. They gave him premonitions of the future and of the horrors to come. He witnessed great wars deciding the fate of this world, and amidst the destruction encircled by abominations stood Tennebris. The Usurper had returned with his corrupted flock and had laid the earth to ashes. Beneath their feet laid the bones of humanity. Along with the remains of the humans laid the bodies of Silverhelms, blood soaked and lifeless. For the humans cowered before the tide and left only our broken race to fight, leading us both to oblivion.
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In that moment, every fiber of what this Silverhelm was, knew, and believed, died. In that frozen second of time he lived an eternity, and in that agonizing balance of consciousness The Prophet was born. Prophet knew that this fate could not arise, for all the Gods work to create this world would be lost. Therefore the Prophet discarded his neutrality and sought out his remaining active brothers and sisters, as well as seeking mortals fit enough to defend this earth and elevate them to immortality.
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==Race==
 
  
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There are many names for their species; Djinn, Genius, Draenei, Apokallo, Protoss, Eldar, Maiar, Precursor's, Urskeks, Tho Yor etc. but they call themselves Silverhelms for short because of their silver skin. They are creatures of free will, possessing immortality and powers as well. Together, the Djinn, humans and lesser gods make up the three sapient creations of the Gods. The Djinn are made of a smokeless fire, inhabiting an unseen world beyond the Vale of Mortality. They are usually invisible to humans and humans do not appear clearly to them, but Silverhelms can also live in their physical plan, being able to interact physically with people and objects. Just like human beings, Silverhlmes can also be good, evil, or neutral. Mainly, the Djinn are a most likely to partake in a shamanic, monk or nomadic lifestyles. They tend to live in remote areas, mountains, seas, trees, and the air; in their own communities or in isolation. A large change from the former, almost militaristic metropolises they once lived in. The social organization of the Djinn communities resembles that of the humans; they have kings, courts of law, weddings, and mourning rituals. They also account for much of the "magic" perceived by humans as well.
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===The Flood, The Humans===
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Centuries passed and the Creators finally amassed the resources they believed sufficient to repair their home planet to its natural state. With these provisions acquired they had no further need for humans. The Creators chose to return them to the earth naturally so they sent a great flood unto the land. However, there was one Creator, the one whom had taken from himself to make these humans feel pity for them. Enki, this Creator saw the true potential in this young race and chose to try and save them from their fate. So Enki appeared to a human who was worthy and capable of the task before him. Enki commanded this young human to create a ship to save himself from the coming deluge. This young human built the ship he was commanded to, and instead of taking refuge alone he brought along his companions and some minor livestock. The flood came and went and obliterated the land and a majority of the mortals of the planet who lived upon it. The Creators and Silverhelms found out about these human’s survival and instead of growing angry they instead felt surprise. They were impressed with the will to survive that this young Human had had. That Human was rewarded by the Creators by ascending to join their ranks and be seen as an equal to them. With their newfound love of the Humans, the Gods and Silverhelms taught mankind the ways of civilized life. They showed them architecture, metallurgy, agriculture, and the arts.
  
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===Terrae===
 
  
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Terrae are the first and most common class of Silver helm. Made in the time of peace, they are the most neutral of the Silver helms race. Their outer shell is generally composed from elements from the earth. They are known for their superior wisdom, foresight and connection to the planet. In the time of the Engineer's they were closet to the Makers, before and after Humanity was born.
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===The Fall===
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A century passed and everything was good between mankind and the Creators for a time. Humanity took the lessons that the Creators and Silverhelms had granted them and used them for their own selfish gains. They used metallurgy for wars and needless killing, agriculture for hoarding and manipulating others,  architecture to imprison and subjugate each other, and the arts were used to catalog and scare others with these stories of corruption and bastardization of the teachings they had learned. Seeing the corruption taking hold over the land a single Silverhelm felt malcontent in his soul and grew to despise the humans. This Silverhelm was known as Tenebris. Tenebris made a plea to the gods to destroy the Humans as they had originally intended, since the Humans had not used the knowledge given to them with wisdom. The Creators did not agree with Tenebris, knowing that for each of the corrupt Humans there were still some using the knowledge granted to them for good. Tenebris grew angry at the Creator's sentiment and instead of asking them, he commanded the Creators to kill the Humans. That is when the Creators issued a decree that all Silverhelms must bow their heads to humanity to profess their loyalty to Mankind and swear an oath to the Humans to protect and lead them. The Silverhelms did as they were told, each and every one laid their head to the ground in respect to the humans. All but one, Tenebris. Tenebris denounced the Creators, and their love for the humans. He swore an oath to rid the land of the humans himself. As Tenebris left, a host of others fell with him. All of whom whose souls had grown just as cold and broken in their souls as Tenebris'. They took upon themselves the name of Arahat, claiming they were enlightened more so than the uncorrupt Silverhelms who bowed.
  
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===Ifrit===
 
  
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Born in a time of war, there is an infernal class named the Ifrit, noted for their strength, cunning and fighting prowess. These Silver helms were the main fighting force in the War of Titans. Engineered by the Gods to be instruments of war. While ordinary weapons and forces have no power over them, they are susceptible to magic, which humans can use to kill them or to capture and enslave them. However, just as a dual bladed sword, the Ifrit are the best wielders of magic as well. Often depicted as wicked and ruthless beings, these characteristics being pinned on the Ifrit because they were made mentally and physically unstable. Ifrit run both hot or cold; they can be solace one second and the next be personified hatred. These attributes were implemented in them to make them extremely dangerous at all times. To control this inner unbalance the Ifrit developed a way of deep reflection to control themselves, later adopted by the humans and called Nirvana, or Yin Yang.
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===The War===
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Having left the creators and their brothers, the Arahat and abominations stole a great number of vehicles and weapons, which they used to wage war on the human world. Of the original host of Silver Helms, two in every three fell and followed Tenebris As their war ravaged the land, many villages, towns, and cities fell to the malice inflicted upon them by the fallen. Although the creators still had themselves and a considerable number of silverhelms they still found themselves outnumbered by the host of abominations. Realizing this the creators employed their finest artisans to forge a great and terrible caste of new Silverhelm. Imperious, the creator that embodied justice took it upon himself to create the essence of these Silverhelms made for war, and poured all of himself into the foundation of their beings. He expended himself fully in this act, and with it the first legion made for war was founded. The first of that legion was called Kael, Prime amongst his legion. He was employed as a test to see if this new breed of Silver Helm could fulfill the purpose laid forth by Imperious. The Ifrit, as this caste is now known, performed beyond its progenitors expectations.
  
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===Venator===
 
  
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The Venator are a class often described as the most powerful type of Silverhelm, having especially great powers. These Silverhelms were made in a time of reconstruction, designed to hunt down their corrupted brethren. They possess incredible skills of speed, deception and shadow walking - the art of hiding in the shadow or even creating dark clouds to disappear in. For these reasons they are the most arrogant and proud as well. Like every Djinn, they have free will yet could be compelled to perform chores. According to folklore, they also have the ability to grant wishes to mortals, but that usually requires battle, imprisonment, rituals, or just a great deal of flattery.
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===The House of God===
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After months of non stop brutality and unending conflict it came time for one final battle to decide the fate of all involved. Upon the ancient fields of Babylon, overlooked by the tower of Etemenanki both armies amassed to face off against each other amidst a tempest only war of gods could stir. The two sides met like thunder rolling across mountains of steel. Weapons of unceasing destruction met and laid waste to both sides equally, only enthralling and heightening the cacophony of the stormhead. As the heavens cracked open, immolated by the chariots of the gods the Ifrit began to gain ground a shred through the abominations lines. The battle raged on for a great time and spread across the landscape until spilling into the great tower. It was within this tower that this conflict finally came to a head, when the leaders of the two great armies came into single combat with one another. Kael and Tenebris met with a fury that few even amongst the creators could muster. These two generals locked in combat fought, gaining and loosing ground, rising in the tower as they did so, cleaving great glancing blows across each other and destroying segments of the tower walls as they did so. As they reached the peak of this tower a great bolt of fire from the sky did destroy the roof of this tower, shaking the very earth and casting down debris to the onlookers and warriors below. The fight continued for a time, before Tenebris took an initiative and sank a sneaky savage blow into the side of Kael, a mortal blow to most Silverhelms. Kael saw the malice and hatred in Tenebris’s eyes he knew the darkness inside his former brother. Kael took this moment to grasp at the lower arms of Tenebris and grappled him, pulling both Tenebris closer, and sinking the dagger further into his body. Kael tore off two of the arms of Tenebris, making him crooked and a pale reflection of the being he hated so. They fel to the ground during the moments after this struggle, and it came to be that Tenebris laid on the ground, head and shoulders handing over the edge of the tower with Kael poised above, holding Tenebris’s head and forcing him to look down on the bodies of warriors, both noble and savage that littered the fields below. Kael forced him to look at and understand what he had made his brothers and sisters become, and what he had wrought in this world. Tenebris’s face recoiled in pain and agony before being swiftly cut off by Kael, a memento of the horrors it created. As this happened the great tower began to crumble, and Kael was thrown off, barely making a landing safely. Tenebris was presumed dead, being defaced and dismembered.
  
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===[[Kael Prime]]===  
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===Reconstruction & The birth of the Venators===
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After the conclusion of the great war the reconstruction of the earth had begun to reinstate order and tranquility to the lands. The creators and silverhelms remaining set to this task to reconstitute what so many of their former brothers and sisters had corrupt and forsook. Knowing that a considerable number of abominations had survived and fled to the realms of men. The creators took it upon themselves to create one further caste of silverhelms to hunt down these fallen creatures so that they may no longer plague the planet with their filth and defilement. This caste of Silver Helms are known as the Venators, created with the same darkness that caused corruption in the abominations. They are made this way so they may seek out and destroy this corruption better than any other. This Caste was unique in the fact that they are not made in legions, or sets as the Silver Helms before them, but each one is made unique to fulfill a purpose or task in this growing cold war before the Helms and their Creators. The Venators after being made call the first great hunt and descent unto the world to destroy the darkness they were made to seek. The Tarrae begin to heal and restore the lands and their people. The Ifrit take on the task of becoming Guardians and teachers, with some also accepting the call of the great hunt. The Creators seeing their children handling this world as required take this time to heed the call to return to their ancestral home in the stars, back to the world in dire need of their help. As a parting gift to their children they pass down two divine relics, great hands of creation, infused with the very power of the creators themselves. They entrusted these devices to the guardians, the Ifrit as they knew the gauntlets would be safe there for those which destroy may also protect.
  
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'''From the Eyes of the Prophet'''
 
  
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In times of great peril, when no other choice is given, war is necessary. And in War, a great warrior is needed. When the Gods felt as if they had no other choice, and their enemies were rising up, they created what was needed. The Gods, shining beings from a world across the stars, were once the most powerful of all creation, but as time passed on their power began to fade. Their children, twisted to darker ways and through evil shaping, retaliated against their Fathers. When this happened and with only a few of their children left untainted, the Gods birthed a new creation... A child of war, Djinn of smokeless fire, the Ifrit were brought forth into existence, as warriors loyal only to the Gods, and among one of these kindling flames, was something not even the gods thought possible. A natural born leader, the Djinn of a new age, the lynchpin that held the universe in place, Kael Prime. Through his will and his strength he brought challenged the Usurper known as Tenebris, the darkening flame, a traitor to the free willed sons and daughters of the Gods themselves, The Silver Helms. This Djinn, was he who would bring order to chaos and reign in the new ages, the dawning of man. Record of his actions were mostly lost to the war in the heavens, but some souls remember... they remember as Kael cast down the Dark one upon a spire below, where one of Tenebris' four arms would be ripped from his wretched body, Kael descended upon the Usurper with no remorse and removed the very thing that allowed the Silver Helms a seat in the clouds, His face... Eons have passed, now burned and torn from the battle, the face of the traitor hangs from the belt of a traveler on the Earth below, one who has vowed protection of humanity, known to the humans only as the Pale Demon, Kael Prime awaits...
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===The Time Betwixt===
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As the creators left and the silverhelms were left to shepherd humanity, a great time passes and eventually after the healing of the great war was complete the humans came to know peace. After tending to the humans and their world for so long they came to find that the humans came to rule themselves. Seeing that the humans had come into their own right the Silver Helms took it upon themselves to make their own nations, hidden away from the prying eyes of lesser races. Those that did not join in these great places of power took this time to walk amongst humanity, passing from place to place for personal or spiritual growth. Some continued the call of the hunt, and others took time to reflect and create, or guide mortals in other ways. It was as near a time of peace as the Silverhelms had experienced in decades. As the time passed the Silver Helm legends of old passed away with those few humans that remembered them and they fell into obscurity.  Those that still walked amongst humans became legends in their own right, known as gods, or Jinn, earthbound spirits, ghosts. Their names became many.
  
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'''My Origins'''
 
  
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I was not there for the Fall...
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===Truth and Reconciliation===
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After the passing of time and humans starting a culture and recording of time it passed into the first major age of humanity. The first Tarrae was stricken with a vision, as horrible as it would be true. A vision of the destruction of the creators home planet, and of Tenebris, alive and sitting atop a mountain of broken shells, Silver Helms peeled faces littering the ground around and under him. Finally he saw himself enveloped in darkness and taken. As he awoke from this vision he felt the weight of eons fall upon him, and he forgot himself as he was and became something new. A task was set upon him, and he became The Prophet. He knew he must re-amass his siblings once again, as the great shadow would soon start to coil like a serpent ready to strike. He first went to Kael Prime, and in joining started a host of like minded helms to take up arms against the coming darkness.
  
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I was not alive to witness the birth of these events nor their unraveling. I was but conceived to end them.  The day I was born was a dark and solace day; few words were spoken when I took my first steps into this plain. I cannot remember much of my first moments, but one image remains: the gleam of hope in the eyes of my Creators.
 
  
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I was swiftly taken away and cloaked in attire of war and was told of my purpose, told of the fallen one. The Tale Weaver told me of the one known as Tenebris and how he and my kin fell from grace. He said I was the first of many to come, a new breed to keep the darkness at bay, a breed that would restore balance to the scales of life.
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===The Emergence of the Ninth and the Night of the Sun===
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This group of eight Silver Helms roams the lands, bringing justice and swift death to foes. Their righteousness and skill without match, their honor without equal. As they rekindle the goodness in those around them the Prophet is stricken with another vision, that of a warrior clad in golden light. A completion to the circle, a lifting of the veil. A ninth member of the holy host. This vision passed beyond his eyes slowly, taking no age or time from the Prophet as he had settled into his most auspicious of roles. He knew that this Silver Helm must be found and taken into the great fold. After a long search the ninth was finally revealed to the Prophet and Kael. The truth of the ninth was known to be the great Ifrit known as Ra. He had long held peace and dominion of the area the humans called Egypt. As he entered the fold he was met by a stark few with open arms. They debuted his place in the host and his fulfillment of the prophecy for some unknown reason. Despite these transgressions, Kael and The Prophet assured his place was amongst them. With this the circle was complete. This virtrol within the chosen cohort took root in some of the Silver Helms and came to a head after Kael and Ra had used the Gauntlets of Creation to resurrect a Slain priestess who sacrificed her life to defend a relic known as a Sunspear from falling into abomination hands. In doing so they created the fourth and final caste of  Silver Helms, the Equis, or Ascended. This caused the malcontent in the hearts of some of the host to fester and spread within their mind like a sickness. The fellowship of the nine gathered as one to discuss the fate of this new life that had been wrought. They met their brothers and sisters with open arms, but only received hatred and vitriol. Ra, usually calm and reserved in his demeanor, spoke out against these blasphemers and naysayers and with his rage and fury brought light to the field they met in, even at the height of nightfall. Ra’s words silenced the naysayers, but brought only further division to the group as the roots of contempt came to wrap around the very essence of these Silverhelms.
  
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It was a short lived history lesson I received that day, for the enemies of light were on the threshold of our gates. I was taken to walls of our kingdom, there I first saw them. My brethren, only heinous shells of a Djinn now. Twisting and ripping their flesh and limbs of their physical form. On this day the usurper was not among the wrenched. As I stood in disgusted I was given my weapons for the first time. I felt their warm embrace, their undying love. Inside I could feel the darkness brewing, unlimited hatred consuming my light. I held my chest in fear, so much revulsion, so much atrocious absence I thought I was going to be consumed like my broken brothers. But then the light returned, and my mind was clear, no thoughts of the past, present nor future only my task. I lunged from the great walls to the gate, so quick that my Terrea brethren had difficultly witnessing this action and following. I kneeled there in the creator I created as the First of the Blight approached me. That fool. I wonder if he knew his fate, and the fate of his fellow fallen on that day, if he would of never strayed from the light.
 
  
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A pity that we will never know...
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===Castes===
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*There are four main castes to the Silverhelms. They are listed in the order they were created:
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*The first of us are those of the earth and it's elements, the Terrae. They are builders, mages, wise men, and keepers of lore. They were made for construction, healing, and magic. They were made by The Creators from the elements of the planets they were forged on, so they tend to have a deeper connection to those elements.
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*The next caste is the war caste, the Ifrit. This caste of Silverhelm was made during the great war as foot soldiers. They are tactical and dominating minds and bodies. War and combat is second nature to this caste. They have been forged in the fires of war, and so they show it during combat with their prowess.
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*The third caste of Silverhelm are the Venators. They are made with part of the darkness and corruption within them so they may freely seek out that same corruption to destroy it. They are masters of stealth, poison, and assassination. They tend to work alone and are always hunting a target. They tend to be less righteous than the other castes, having that tinge of darkness within changes how one acts.
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*The fourth and final caste of Silverhelm are the Equis, also known as Ascended. They were once normal people, or humanoids that have been taken and considered worthy or equal to Silverhelms. So with an ancient ritual and the blessing of a Silverhelm they have been ascended to our ranks. There are no typical properties for how an ascended Silverhelm acts or fights, since they are all unique cases. They tend to take on parts of the Silverhelm that ascended them.
  
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In the days to follow my breed was mass produced, for the victories that I had won were great in number, and the Abominations feared the word Ifrit. For that was the sound of reckoning. We had lost great number of our people but we could not turn back now for the Dawn was in sight. On this day we were told the Usurper himself would finally show his warped face with the largest host of Abominations we had faced yet. This was the apex of our war. As we stood at the ledge of a former stronghold ruins of the East, we saw their masses engulf the horizon.  
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[[File:SilverAnatomy.jpg|thumb|400px|Right| Anatomy of a Silverhelm. Shows their 4 arms, destinct faces, and pure essence. By Kael Prime]]
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The skies were illuminated with the cities of the gods and the holy fire they rained at each other. We watched these behemoths obliterate each other, then finally, Tenebris unveiled himself, striding amongst his children, secreting hubris from his pours; I laid eyes on him for the first time. The stories were not exacerbated. I remember hearing him bellowing his dark gospel to the broken mongrels, as darkness itself spewed in physical form from his lips. He told them of our undoing that they would inflict upon us, and the similar fate awaiting the Humans after us. 
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===Silverhelms, Past & Present===
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*'Out of game' The Silverhelms were first created by Kael and Prophet. They were the first in equal measure.
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The First Child of the gods stood next to me. We both could sense the unrest within our Silver brothers. He offered only one word to combat the dialogue spoken by the dark one. One word to embolden our righteous cause, one word to carry on our shoulder into Oblivion. "BELIEVE."
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I could feel the fire ignite in all of us. I felt the darkness and light dance within me and the Ifrit, the Terrea blew the ancient horns of their fathers. Now was the time to end this war. We leaped from the destroyed temple, trembling the pillars of the Earth with our power. We pure Silver Helms charged the Abomination, and they the same to us. Our numbers clashed in a great force. The atrocities that took place cannot be explained by words, but what happened next can be. Along a lonely tower I saw the Dark One hacking down pure Djinn amongst the rubble, thus I intercepted him.
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For the first time our eyes met and our swords crossed. I saw nothing but the absence of life within the abyss of his eyes, and the all too content grin upon his face. We hacked and slash at one another climbing the aging steps of the tower, until we reached its peak. There the endgame was played. A ruthless struggle ensued, but the ferocity of his attacks along with his unveiled four arm form proved to be a difficult task. In the midst of a borage of attacks I was swiftly taken from the side resulting in the lost of the tip of my horn. This move followed with a vicious kick to the chest, sending me through a pillar and into a wall. As I lifted myself from the floor I could hear the laughs of the Fallen. His words mocking me and my loyal kind, telling of how with my death it would lead to the deaths of all. He continued his onslaught of laughter and insults, thinking the day won. He was mistaken.
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I stood. And without hesitation I threw a piece of the pillar into his face, shutting his putrid mouth. As he recovered his sight, it was met by the image of my holy fist breaking his face. As he was forced back I charged, plunging my should into his stomach lifting him and throwing us both through the wall on to the balcony. Tenebris regained a moment of clarity hurling me off him. We stood and engage in unarmed combat. The Usurper tried to him best to fight but I redirected each attack sending an immediate counter. Tenebris was flustered, desperate. Not knowing what to do he reached for my sword. Wielding it he led a string of blind attacks, I knew this was his end. I intercepted his final attack, breaking his arm in the process. I reclaimed my sword and hacked his arm from his torso, followed by a swift kick to the head, laying him on his back.
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"Now you see your proper place among us, laying in the dirt were the deceivers belong," I said as I approached him. The skies were ablaze to the side of us, filled with the war in the heavens and the Earth covered with the dead.
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"All of this, Tenebris, all of this could have never been if you had just obeyed, if you had just listened." Laying there he rekindled his smile. 
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Laughing the Usurper said, "You fool, my actions gave birth to you. Without me you would not exist, I...am...your GOD." Absent words I approached the Deceiver and kneeled over his chest, positioning my sword I took the one thing that joined us together... his face.
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His screams echoed for miles, bringing the field of battle to suspension. The masses look to the origin of the horrendous noise only to see me standing at the edge of the tower. As they looked at me I lifted the face of the Fallen. The Silver helms cheered, and Abomination howled with fear. The Blight took to flight and the great Djinn cut them down. Their cities plunge from the skies in pieces. Many escaped, but it did not matter for we have won.
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The First child of the Gods met me at the Towers peak. We stood there watching our brother rejoicing along the fields.  Few words were said but the relief of the war's end was obvious. As we stood silent embracing the moment we heard whispers from the Fallen. We approached the broken Titan trying to decode what he was mumbling. It was an ancient language, one far too old for me to know, but not for the First Born. He listen closely to the faint seeping words, listening to the message within them. First Born said nothing, he only replied with a stern and disgusted look. With the Abomination scattered to the wind, the Darken Light Tenebris was taking and lock away deep into his prison, force to watch the very beings he hated thrive across the Earth. Thus Ended the War of the Titans, ushering in a time of prosperity...for now.
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[[Image:Profit.jpg|thumb|300px|right| Profit]]
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'''In the Eyes of the Prophet'''
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The ripples of a limpid pool push out to its edges and fall unto the ground below, the blood of a wounded serpent is washed away. The pendulum that once hung above the crystal water is pulled into its depths, and a light reappears below the surface. A flame, flickering in the pool begins to rise, steam replaces water and the flame engulfs the bowl. The fire pours out unto the marble floor and spreads to the shadows, as the shadow is stripped away by light, figures appear standing around the flame. Hundreds of them have come, they have answered the call of the fire and light. They are the keepers and so shall the fire spread.
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I lived a normal life as the seventh priestess of Shamash. My life was mundane, with nothing to look forward to other than tending to my garden within the temple walls.  That was until the day all of the priestesses of the temple were called to a meeting.  Rumors of attacks had spread to our ears, but Azel, our highest Priestess confirmed them as true and that whoever was making the attacks were looking for us.  Not long after the meeting did the attackers come to our door step.  While everyone was on their knees praying to Shamash, I was the only one to stand and fight.  Our words would have no effect against the two fallen Silver Helms that burst into our shrine.  Just as the two intruders were about to kill us, Kael Prime came through the shattered doors and destroyed the two trespassers. We were in his debt.  After our temple was cleaned and repairs were made, another meeting was held with Kael as our guest.  He had been tracking the abominations for decades, watching their every move.  He warned us that the fallen were after our temple and that there was only a few days between us and them.  The room erupted in a panic, except for Azel. 
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Everything seemed to happen in slow motion from then on.  The bottle flying through the air, it shatter against his cheek and the transformation that took place in front of us.  Steam, or smoke I couldn’t tell which one, rose from his skin as it all but melted off of his form.  The screams that came from his mouth terrified those of us who were in the room, causing me to run for Kael.  When the ordeal in front of us finished and the being rose, we saw his true form.  The body of a true abomination. And from beside me I heard Kael whisper his name. Aten.
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The Symbol of the Silverhelms, a caveman drawing of them.


Silverhelms are a group of like minded individuals who are chosen by one another based on their attitude, merits, and soul.

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[edit] Lore

  • A common aspect of Silverhelm writing is that often real world events are taken and written into lore as 'in game' living lore. What is presented here is but a small fragment of the lore created, tended to, and shared amongst silverhelms. Please note that although in lore referenced as 'corrupt' or 'evil' some 'Arahat' are represented by real world people that we do not hold any ill will towards. This lore is purely the work of fiction.



[edit] Creation

Everything started in complete darkness, but in that darkness was born the world egg. It was born of time and necessity. Then the great serpent coiled around the egg. The egg was representative of the order in the universe, as the serpent was representative of chaos. The egg burst open and from it was born the universe. Ion became the physical representation of order in this new place, as well as the one whom created life and the planets, stars and suns. His domain became all that was physical. He went from place to place in this universe, creating simpler and lesser forms of life, but eventually grew bored with this simple creation and sought to create life similar to his own.

The world egg, from the visions of Kael Prime

[edit] Creators

From this urge Ion willed into being the Creators. The firstborn of his new children saw the likes of Gaia, Uranus, Brahma, Shiva, Vishnu, Atum, Neith, Ptah, Enki, Izanagi, Borr, and Quetzalcoatl. These original Creators learned from Ion the secrets of pure creation. These new beings used what they learned from Ion to move forward and create more like themselves, other “gods”. The Creators with the help of Ion made a great civilization, and seeing that it was good, grew to prosperity. Ion saw his creations thriving and decided to take leave back to the darkness to shed more light through the universe. The Creators were saddened by his departure, but knowing the nature of Ion they understood that he must move on to shed his light on the universe.


[edit] The Creation of the First Silverhelms

In the absence of Ion, Gaia became the leader of both her race and planet. The Creators expanded, created, prospered, and flourished for millennia. Yet they destroyed their planet in their use and misuse over that time. In an effort to save their planet they devised a plan to travel the stars like their progenitor so they could find a planet rich with minerals and resources to repair their planet. With the plan in place the Creators designed a workforce to assist them in their task. Thus the first of the Silverhelms were born, the Terrae. The Terrae were thus named for their ability to bond with and influence any land they occupied. Together with the Creators the Terrae made ships, tools, vehicles for exploration and self defense. New Creators were also made to ease the trials of unfamiliar territory, Creators of tactics, battle, and rage.


[edit] Earth, Humans

They set out with all that they had made, and the Creators and the Terrae came across the planet now known as Earth. They did not land on this planet, which was covered with mostly violent and unintelligent lizards and mammals. They elected to purge the planet of the unnecessary life by sending a single meteor to correct the mistakes nature had made. Once the time had passed for the planet to once again become habitable they landed their ships and began the process of harvesting the precious minerals. The Creators and Silverhelms found the work to be laborious and inefficient so they created a workforce to do the work in their place. These new workers were the first of the Humans, made from materials both from Earth and from the Creators themselves. Many generations of this workforce came and went as the collection of resources became streamlined after many trials and tribulations.


[edit] The Flood, The Humans

Centuries passed and the Creators finally amassed the resources they believed sufficient to repair their home planet to its natural state. With these provisions acquired they had no further need for humans. The Creators chose to return them to the earth naturally so they sent a great flood unto the land. However, there was one Creator, the one whom had taken from himself to make these humans feel pity for them. Enki, this Creator saw the true potential in this young race and chose to try and save them from their fate. So Enki appeared to a human who was worthy and capable of the task before him. Enki commanded this young human to create a ship to save himself from the coming deluge. This young human built the ship he was commanded to, and instead of taking refuge alone he brought along his companions and some minor livestock. The flood came and went and obliterated the land and a majority of the mortals of the planet who lived upon it. The Creators and Silverhelms found out about these human’s survival and instead of growing angry they instead felt surprise. They were impressed with the will to survive that this young Human had had. That Human was rewarded by the Creators by ascending to join their ranks and be seen as an equal to them. With their newfound love of the Humans, the Gods and Silverhelms taught mankind the ways of civilized life. They showed them architecture, metallurgy, agriculture, and the arts.


[edit] The Fall

A century passed and everything was good between mankind and the Creators for a time. Humanity took the lessons that the Creators and Silverhelms had granted them and used them for their own selfish gains. They used metallurgy for wars and needless killing, agriculture for hoarding and manipulating others, architecture to imprison and subjugate each other, and the arts were used to catalog and scare others with these stories of corruption and bastardization of the teachings they had learned. Seeing the corruption taking hold over the land a single Silverhelm felt malcontent in his soul and grew to despise the humans. This Silverhelm was known as Tenebris. Tenebris made a plea to the gods to destroy the Humans as they had originally intended, since the Humans had not used the knowledge given to them with wisdom. The Creators did not agree with Tenebris, knowing that for each of the corrupt Humans there were still some using the knowledge granted to them for good. Tenebris grew angry at the Creator's sentiment and instead of asking them, he commanded the Creators to kill the Humans. That is when the Creators issued a decree that all Silverhelms must bow their heads to humanity to profess their loyalty to Mankind and swear an oath to the Humans to protect and lead them. The Silverhelms did as they were told, each and every one laid their head to the ground in respect to the humans. All but one, Tenebris. Tenebris denounced the Creators, and their love for the humans. He swore an oath to rid the land of the humans himself. As Tenebris left, a host of others fell with him. All of whom whose souls had grown just as cold and broken in their souls as Tenebris'. They took upon themselves the name of Arahat, claiming they were enlightened more so than the uncorrupt Silverhelms who bowed.


[edit] The War

Having left the creators and their brothers, the Arahat and abominations stole a great number of vehicles and weapons, which they used to wage war on the human world. Of the original host of Silver Helms, two in every three fell and followed Tenebris As their war ravaged the land, many villages, towns, and cities fell to the malice inflicted upon them by the fallen. Although the creators still had themselves and a considerable number of silverhelms they still found themselves outnumbered by the host of abominations. Realizing this the creators employed their finest artisans to forge a great and terrible caste of new Silverhelm. Imperious, the creator that embodied justice took it upon himself to create the essence of these Silverhelms made for war, and poured all of himself into the foundation of their beings. He expended himself fully in this act, and with it the first legion made for war was founded. The first of that legion was called Kael, Prime amongst his legion. He was employed as a test to see if this new breed of Silver Helm could fulfill the purpose laid forth by Imperious. The Ifrit, as this caste is now known, performed beyond its progenitors expectations.


[edit] The House of God

After months of non stop brutality and unending conflict it came time for one final battle to decide the fate of all involved. Upon the ancient fields of Babylon, overlooked by the tower of Etemenanki both armies amassed to face off against each other amidst a tempest only war of gods could stir. The two sides met like thunder rolling across mountains of steel. Weapons of unceasing destruction met and laid waste to both sides equally, only enthralling and heightening the cacophony of the stormhead. As the heavens cracked open, immolated by the chariots of the gods the Ifrit began to gain ground a shred through the abominations lines. The battle raged on for a great time and spread across the landscape until spilling into the great tower. It was within this tower that this conflict finally came to a head, when the leaders of the two great armies came into single combat with one another. Kael and Tenebris met with a fury that few even amongst the creators could muster. These two generals locked in combat fought, gaining and loosing ground, rising in the tower as they did so, cleaving great glancing blows across each other and destroying segments of the tower walls as they did so. As they reached the peak of this tower a great bolt of fire from the sky did destroy the roof of this tower, shaking the very earth and casting down debris to the onlookers and warriors below. The fight continued for a time, before Tenebris took an initiative and sank a sneaky savage blow into the side of Kael, a mortal blow to most Silverhelms. Kael saw the malice and hatred in Tenebris’s eyes he knew the darkness inside his former brother. Kael took this moment to grasp at the lower arms of Tenebris and grappled him, pulling both Tenebris closer, and sinking the dagger further into his body. Kael tore off two of the arms of Tenebris, making him crooked and a pale reflection of the being he hated so. They fel to the ground during the moments after this struggle, and it came to be that Tenebris laid on the ground, head and shoulders handing over the edge of the tower with Kael poised above, holding Tenebris’s head and forcing him to look down on the bodies of warriors, both noble and savage that littered the fields below. Kael forced him to look at and understand what he had made his brothers and sisters become, and what he had wrought in this world. Tenebris’s face recoiled in pain and agony before being swiftly cut off by Kael, a memento of the horrors it created. As this happened the great tower began to crumble, and Kael was thrown off, barely making a landing safely. Tenebris was presumed dead, being defaced and dismembered.


[edit] Reconstruction & The birth of the Venators

After the conclusion of the great war the reconstruction of the earth had begun to reinstate order and tranquility to the lands. The creators and silverhelms remaining set to this task to reconstitute what so many of their former brothers and sisters had corrupt and forsook. Knowing that a considerable number of abominations had survived and fled to the realms of men. The creators took it upon themselves to create one further caste of silverhelms to hunt down these fallen creatures so that they may no longer plague the planet with their filth and defilement. This caste of Silver Helms are known as the Venators, created with the same darkness that caused corruption in the abominations. They are made this way so they may seek out and destroy this corruption better than any other. This Caste was unique in the fact that they are not made in legions, or sets as the Silver Helms before them, but each one is made unique to fulfill a purpose or task in this growing cold war before the Helms and their Creators. The Venators after being made call the first great hunt and descent unto the world to destroy the darkness they were made to seek. The Tarrae begin to heal and restore the lands and their people. The Ifrit take on the task of becoming Guardians and teachers, with some also accepting the call of the great hunt. The Creators seeing their children handling this world as required take this time to heed the call to return to their ancestral home in the stars, back to the world in dire need of their help. As a parting gift to their children they pass down two divine relics, great hands of creation, infused with the very power of the creators themselves. They entrusted these devices to the guardians, the Ifrit as they knew the gauntlets would be safe there for those which destroy may also protect.


[edit] The Time Betwixt

As the creators left and the silverhelms were left to shepherd humanity, a great time passes and eventually after the healing of the great war was complete the humans came to know peace. After tending to the humans and their world for so long they came to find that the humans came to rule themselves. Seeing that the humans had come into their own right the Silver Helms took it upon themselves to make their own nations, hidden away from the prying eyes of lesser races. Those that did not join in these great places of power took this time to walk amongst humanity, passing from place to place for personal or spiritual growth. Some continued the call of the hunt, and others took time to reflect and create, or guide mortals in other ways. It was as near a time of peace as the Silverhelms had experienced in decades. As the time passed the Silver Helm legends of old passed away with those few humans that remembered them and they fell into obscurity. Those that still walked amongst humans became legends in their own right, known as gods, or Jinn, earthbound spirits, ghosts. Their names became many.


[edit] Truth and Reconciliation

After the passing of time and humans starting a culture and recording of time it passed into the first major age of humanity. The first Tarrae was stricken with a vision, as horrible as it would be true. A vision of the destruction of the creators home planet, and of Tenebris, alive and sitting atop a mountain of broken shells, Silver Helms peeled faces littering the ground around and under him. Finally he saw himself enveloped in darkness and taken. As he awoke from this vision he felt the weight of eons fall upon him, and he forgot himself as he was and became something new. A task was set upon him, and he became The Prophet. He knew he must re-amass his siblings once again, as the great shadow would soon start to coil like a serpent ready to strike. He first went to Kael Prime, and in joining started a host of like minded helms to take up arms against the coming darkness.


[edit] The Emergence of the Ninth and the Night of the Sun

This group of eight Silver Helms roams the lands, bringing justice and swift death to foes. Their righteousness and skill without match, their honor without equal. As they rekindle the goodness in those around them the Prophet is stricken with another vision, that of a warrior clad in golden light. A completion to the circle, a lifting of the veil. A ninth member of the holy host. This vision passed beyond his eyes slowly, taking no age or time from the Prophet as he had settled into his most auspicious of roles. He knew that this Silver Helm must be found and taken into the great fold. After a long search the ninth was finally revealed to the Prophet and Kael. The truth of the ninth was known to be the great Ifrit known as Ra. He had long held peace and dominion of the area the humans called Egypt. As he entered the fold he was met by a stark few with open arms. They debuted his place in the host and his fulfillment of the prophecy for some unknown reason. Despite these transgressions, Kael and The Prophet assured his place was amongst them. With this the circle was complete. This virtrol within the chosen cohort took root in some of the Silver Helms and came to a head after Kael and Ra had used the Gauntlets of Creation to resurrect a Slain priestess who sacrificed her life to defend a relic known as a Sunspear from falling into abomination hands. In doing so they created the fourth and final caste of Silver Helms, the Equis, or Ascended. This caused the malcontent in the hearts of some of the host to fester and spread within their mind like a sickness. The fellowship of the nine gathered as one to discuss the fate of this new life that had been wrought. They met their brothers and sisters with open arms, but only received hatred and vitriol. Ra, usually calm and reserved in his demeanor, spoke out against these blasphemers and naysayers and with his rage and fury brought light to the field they met in, even at the height of nightfall. Ra’s words silenced the naysayers, but brought only further division to the group as the roots of contempt came to wrap around the very essence of these Silverhelms.


[edit] Castes

  • There are four main castes to the Silverhelms. They are listed in the order they were created:


  • The first of us are those of the earth and it's elements, the Terrae. They are builders, mages, wise men, and keepers of lore. They were made for construction, healing, and magic. They were made by The Creators from the elements of the planets they were forged on, so they tend to have a deeper connection to those elements.


  • The next caste is the war caste, the Ifrit. This caste of Silverhelm was made during the great war as foot soldiers. They are tactical and dominating minds and bodies. War and combat is second nature to this caste. They have been forged in the fires of war, and so they show it during combat with their prowess.


  • The third caste of Silverhelm are the Venators. They are made with part of the darkness and corruption within them so they may freely seek out that same corruption to destroy it. They are masters of stealth, poison, and assassination. They tend to work alone and are always hunting a target. They tend to be less righteous than the other castes, having that tinge of darkness within changes how one acts.


  • The fourth and final caste of Silverhelm are the Equis, also known as Ascended. They were once normal people, or humanoids that have been taken and considered worthy or equal to Silverhelms. So with an ancient ritual and the blessing of a Silverhelm they have been ascended to our ranks. There are no typical properties for how an ascended Silverhelm acts or fights, since they are all unique cases. They tend to take on parts of the Silverhelm that ascended them.
Anatomy of a Silverhelm. Shows their 4 arms, destinct faces, and pure essence. By Kael Prime


[edit] Silverhelms, Past & Present

  • 'Out of game' The Silverhelms were first created by Kael and Prophet. They were the first in equal measure.
  • 1. Kael Prime
  • 2. Prophet
  • 3. Marrow - Now an Arahat
  • 4. Acheron - Status Unknown
  • 5. Bear
  • 6. Blitz - Now an Arahat
  • 7. Kord - Now an Arahat
  • 8. Pip - Now an Arahat
  • 9. Ra
  • 10. Shady - Status Unknown
  • 11. Kaia - Now a Creator
  • 12. Sighn - Status Unknown
  • 13. House - Status Unknown
  • 14. Fenrir - Status Unknown
  • 15. Kib Prime
  • 16. Lepish - Status Unknown
  • 17. Sand
  • 18. Jynx
  • 19. Igua
  • 20. Mango
  • 21. D-nasty
  • 22. Papia
  • 23. Sorek - Status Unknown
  • 24. Kaida
  • 25. Kuma
  • 26. Fumbles
  • 27. Chyrp
  • 28. T-Bird
  • 29. Juliard
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