Story:Myth Galaxy/Banya's Journal

Infra's Journal was a personal journal kept by Altus Infra, which was discovered to be within Ultima Obscurus, a castle in Locubrermour. Here, the entirety of his original reign as Altus Banya as well as his actions over the course of the Dhragolon space age are written out.

Day 1
"Since my father Ahdim was murdered, I have decided to keep a journal so that I may one day reflect upon my upcoming journey. I am the next heir, and the last, of the proud Altus bloodline, the family of conquerors - the ones who took over the world.  But as I take my new role, I've been growing tired of this crumbling broken world.  So much war.  So much crime.  I see children on the streets, living in fear from all those terrible crimelords.  The streets of Yallvus are set aflame by anarchists.  My fathers had tried to quell them and keep them in order, but their efforts have failed.  My own people have been sprawling out of control.  Damn those Uszarothians and their chaos.  How can I fix the world of Rauch?  How am I supposed to rebuild what they have deconstructed?  How can we have peace in this world?

Day 365
"It's been a year since I started this journal. Ruling a global kingdom is no easy task.  Riots continue to plague the streets, and my citizens are more than disappointed by the fact a world authoritative figure exists.  My advisors have told me to find a potential wife to continue the bloodline, but I fear that will do nothing but spread more hatred.  Someone could just as easily assassinate her, so before I even consider that, I must become stronger and be able to protect myself as well as the regime.  I cannot risk being defeated and overthrown by rebels.  I must search for answers in the Kazel-Hal's Grand Library."

Day 402
''"For over a month now, I've been sifting through the books in the Grand Library until I stumbled across a fairly old section - many of the books here had never even been touched in centuries. I sifted through for hours upon hours, when I found a book of interest.  One of them was written by one of my fathers, Altus Szarock.  He was the one that managed to conquer the continent of Kytayur.  He ruled over with an iron fist and used brute military force to take over the Islerfians, and everyone else on that continent.  He used fear to keep order.  I have attempted such methods with some degree of success.  But it's only a matter of time before an organized resistance is formed.  The Dhragolon mind is individualistic, so it will be very difficult for a chaotic faction to amass in numbers.  Ironically, they would need structure and form to even stand a chance against my military.  As long as the secret police do their job, resistance forces should remain weak. But what if a resistance rises and defeats my military? Conventional tactics will not be enough. I must continue reading. There must be something hidden in this Library that I have missed!"''

Day 504
''"I searched longer and longer for books when I made a stunning discovery. I found an ancient tome.  When I opened it, a cloud of dust blew up into the air revealing some eerie, glowing purple letters.  It was locked away in the library's deepest recesses, and I am the only one with access to such an area.  This tome explains the rituals of the Dark Warriors.  I have no idea who wrote this tome or why it was here in this library in the first place, but just staring at the myriad letters is daunting.  It feels so sinister and wicked just thinking about it.  It's no wonder the use of Dark Maj is illegal.  But Dark Maj...it's powerful.  I read that it is possible to make oneself immortal by gathering the remains of three different blood relatives, then reciting a phrase in a language that would make one's ears bleed to hear it.  But the supposed powers are almost god-like.  Should I undergo this Ritual of Dark rreality, I will be able to heal wounds instantaneously and even vanish into thin air! Effectively, I could not be killed. Such great power...but no more of my relatives are alive. All of them have been assassinated. I must venture to the Sacred Catacombs to gather some remains. But I am not yet ready for the journey. I must prepare myself."''

Day 512
"The entrance to the Sacred Catacombs was hidden in plain sight. It was in the main lobby.  In the middle of a time when it was uncrowded, I crept inside venturing into a dark labrynith of twisting tunnels.  Hardly anyone had walked these parts, the last one to do so was one of my long dead forefathers.  I had brought my halberd with me as a safety precaution.  Who knows what ancient horrors lie beneath?  As I entered, the air was musty and difficult to breathe.  It was not long until I encountered what seemed to be millions of glowing yellow eyes: Gorayas.  Nasty creatures with sharp teeth.  They had infested these Catacombs as well.  I swiped a few with my halberd, managing to ward them off, but they would not stop coming.  Swarm after swarm, they came, and one of them even bit me.  Eventually, I resorted to creating a forcefield around myself which helped to repel them away.  A waste of Maj, but nonetheless, it was effective."

Day 514
"These catacombs are an endless maze! I've been travelling here for two days now.  I'm on the verge of being lost among the darkness, but no...the darkness is what makes me strong.  I must embrace it and use it!  The kingdom is likely to be on the verge of collapse in my absence.  Maybe my advisors are handling it well, but maybe they are not.  I must persist and find the Tomb of Kings!  People have been down here before, so there is bound to be a straightforward path somewhere!"

Day 515
''"Finally, I've reached the fabled, sacred chamber: the Tomb of Kings. It was just as the legends told.  The cremated remains of my earliest ancestors as well as those who came before.  King Malick's tomb is here even!  Each burial sight seems to be engraved in a different language, slight variations of Yallvus Talk.  Amazing how the letters change so much overtime.  But...I did not come here to study this crypt.  I came here for the Ritual of Dark Ethereality.  I gathered two urns from Romyar and Sertrof.  The third remnant was a lock from my father's hair.  After that, I took out an ink pen died in purple and drew a circle in the center of the room, then proceeded to scribble the letters as marked on the tome I brought with me.  I scattered the remains on the floor than kneeled at the center.  After that, I read directly from the tome reciting forbidden words.  Blood drizzled from my ears as I recited the words and my head rang unbearably, almost as if someone was screaming directly into my ear. After I read those words, the markings I drew glowed brightly, and then there was a flash of light. A newfound power was surging through my veins. The results paid off. I am immortal now!"''

Day 529
"I have yet to show off my new powers. When I returned the day after I underwent the ritual, the world had gotten worse.  A civil war has started, led by a lowly mortal named Dralla.  He's the one leading the rebels.  They have already begun claiming the western kingdoms and will soon arrive at Yallvus within the month."

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