Ryer is the son of a priest, Bendric, who in turn was a son of a priest, one named Xathrix. in the days and lands of iron fall he set down roots in a town he founded, Birchdale, home to the church of the mother Terra. he toiled and worked to raise the town high and connect it with the wide world, but was left broken when the people of the main land threw down the town, burning it's bridge and bombing the chapel 's sanctum. Ryer moved to the growing land of Iron fall to serve the Baron, and helped forged moorland keep, the seat of the barons power. he lead the people in prayer and helped to bring light to the world, and when everything seemed to be set to rights, the cataclysm tore the land asunder.
while others fought the Armageddon and survived or died Xathrix was thrown into a rift when moorland keep collapsed into the earth. the rift took him whole and snapped shut. slamming him into the END, a abyssal hell inhabited by the DRAGON. for a time the dragon left Xathrix alone, seeing as all the human did was wander aimlessly and shit it's self. but when xathrix started his rituals, he brought the baleful gaze down upon himself. Xathrix toiled to find the stitches and snags in the walls of reality, looking for a way out of the END. the dragon, who had for the longest time believed his home to be the whole of everything, planted seeds of the end into the unknowing Xathrix, tainting him mind and soul. as the work continued the walls thinned, and creatures began to fill the abyss, great black monsters, mad of abyssal dust and roughly hewn into the shape of men. they could not bear to be looked upon, for recognition of their existance gave them great pain, so xathrix learned to keep his head down, never again to gaze at the motes of light in the distance.
for years ordecades Xath toiled and was slowly imbued with the end. making him the first of the EndTouched. when finally he gathered the snags of reality and tare a hole to the real world, the first truly stable of it's kind, his eye shone a sick purple and his blood a thick black. he left the dragon and it's world behind, but never escaped it's grasp. the land around the portal bled and withered. the peoples around where warped. he tried to re awaken the gifts of terra on this new world and set up another village, far from the portal, now in ruins and corrupted by the end, this village is one of many brought down by the unknowing priest. his sons and grand sons are now all that remains of those homes, some give in, but some like ryer fight the taint and seak to destroy it once and for all.
The dragon was given a way out, too small for now, but with the help of his minions, crafted and corrupted, he would be FREE.
BIT O LORE
The ENDER DRAGON is a god like being, born of the void. It knows nothing but hunger, it's realm is a bleak one filled with it's constructions and it's servants, but it bores the DRAGON beyond mortal comprehension, thus it is constantly trying to escape, slamming into the walls of reality, looking for a weakness. In the Real world there are some places that the DRAGON has weakened the walls, these places are imbued with it's essence, tainting the land and those who live off it.
the humans touched by the END come in three types:
EndTouched: the first generation- those who where not born into the taint but absorbed it over time from the land. not directly influenced by the DRAGON; more of a byproduct then anything
EnderBorn: second generation and onwards- Those who are children of the End-touched, the Void flows through them and connects them to the END, they have a cold feeling about them that pushes away normal beings, and messes with redstone machines
the Corrupted- A direct Product of the DRAGON"S influence, these humans where deliberately targeted by It's powers and warped into horrid beasts, Servants of the DRAGON and it's herald, they seek to spread terror and unrest about the peoples of the land and normally lead a cult of EndTouched and Enderborn.
The majority of those who are touched by the DRAGON turn to his service one way or another, from cults to terrorist attacks, they consciously or unconsciously do his bidding, though there remains a small percentage who shut out the being and fight it ceaselessly with in their own souls. objects imbued with the taint bring great pain to all touched humans, either accepted happily as a 'cleansing gift' or hated full heartedly as a abysmal curse depending on the disposition of the touched.