story part 1 THE CHAIN MAKER unknown planet demo A world you’ll never see, a place you’ve never known... Cabeer (Sah-beer), an arid planet made up of 16 distinct deserts that all converge on the only water mass, the Perfect Sea. Sitting in a galaxy with few other planets, slowly orbiting a triple helix of suns. A dozen or so moons brighten up even the longest nights but none so bright as The Siblings, the three largest moons in close orbit. The temperatures are high no matter what desert you tread, no matter moons or suns. Each land has its own color and smell, but most of the southern deserts bellow ash and are too hot for humans to survive. The People of Cabeer live mostly in the northern deserts and the larger settlements encompass the sea. It should come as no surprise these lands are rife with battles and struggles, as humans crave such things. The 100 year war of the Northern Deserts has been a way of life for so long that most have forgotten all else. And so it has attracted some fo the planet’s nastier inhabitants. The 5 Great Araxi, a plague of demon serpents whom have fed off the lesser beings of Cabeer for ages. They thrive off the hardships and pain of this world, and do their best to keep themselves full. They are know to all by their preferred indulgence. Conflict, the serpent with the body of a warrior, whom lives for the battle and bathes in the blood. Betrayal, a multiheaded serpent with only two heads left, both beaten and missing an eye each. Ignorance, a sightless giant serpent with skin hard as a rock, it barrels through the land destroying all in its path. Vengeance, with the head of a wolf, red fur and bright yellow eyes, thought to be the most cunning. And finally Desire, the golden serpent said to reside under the sands of man, but none have ever seen it for themselves. A harsh world for most. Deep in the ivory sands know as Resant, lies a keep buried against the nameless mountains. A once proud fortress is now the nest of the Grey Dragon. The people of this land suffer under its rule as they are enchained and forced to fight in the dragons legion. Down deep in the dungeons of the keep sits an idle figure. The Chain Maker rots in their cell, forced to make the shackles of their own people. Their shame burns over them as they sit in their lightless hole. Far from here, along the mountain ridges, through the gaping plains and across the reddest desert, a great Arax rises by the Perfect Sea. Conflict rears its head and calls for another 100 years of blood through the endless war. The nearby city of Ubecia is thrown into a rage as the people destroy themselves in bloodlust. The word of this madness drives fear into all humans near and far. This call for war echos throughout the northern deserts and down to the deepest depths. A small light flickers as it floats through the tired halls of the Grey Dragon’s keep. It descends the crumbling stairs and glides in and out between the bars of empty cells. Until it freely enters the Chain Maker’s cell and stops at their foot. A deep breath, as if for the first time in years. The fallen blacksmith sits up and watches as the light moves around the room, lighting up cracks in the walls and the dusty cold kiln in the corner. And then suddenly it fades and the husk of a fly lands in their palm. The darkness is now deafening and the cell feels smaller than ever before. But the smell is something they have not known in some time. Smoke, then a bit of heat and within moments the kiln burst alive with flame. They stare into the blaze and rise. The old metals soften once again. They work tirelessly to finally make the one weapon they need to escape this grave, what they need to fight their way out, the war pick. Swinging their new weapon into the cracks, the wall breaks and falls apart, they begin their ascent. The scent of fresh metal rises thru the halls and the Grey opens it’s eye. Almost like feeling one of its rich treasures being stolen from under it’s rest, the beast knows the Chain Maker has escaped their cell. Perched atop the eastern tower, the dragon rises its head and lets out a thunderous roar. It floods the outer halls with fire, burning the few servants inside and scorching the chain maker. In a rage the dragon winds and twists around the outer structure of the lower keep. It does not need the chain maker anymore and they know it. It is time to face this foe and feel the crush of infinity or the victory of freedom... ASHEN rise cut the path and beaten down crushing blow to the ground rise again the fate of the rest is not your fate climb the stairs open the gate (the battle begins)
story part 2 Atop the ruinous eastern turret, standing burned and armed to face the infernal wyvern, The Chain Maker waits. Quiet, the rolling of bricks over the edge faintly pierce the wind and the heat grows stronger. The Grey swings it’s head up over the pillar and down with disgusting force, opening its maw to swallow its meal whole. The Chain maker swings their war pick into its sweltering mouth and slams it down under its lower fang, ripping it from the jaw. The unbearable heat roasts their forearm through to the bone and splits the skin, scorching hair. The dragon howls spitting smoldering clots of blood across the inner court yard. Irate the dragon smashes into the tower with its tail, collapsing the structure and rolling chain maker off onto a small broken ledge. The dragon flares a line of fire through its nostrils, which they avoid by rolling off the ledge and falling to the ground just outside the keep. The dragon pushes up and pulls its wings down to boost over the walls of the keep and attack. It’s foe is too close to the wall so its turns its body around, lowers its head to line up the shot, but suddenly they are gone. Just then the chain maker runs into the side of the dragon’s head forcing the pick into the eye and bashing their beaten body into the top end sending the point through its skull. The beast let out a death scream falling lifeless and smoldering. Exhausted and mangled, the chain maker takes the long fang from the grey and forges it onto the war pick to gain its power. They snap their bones back into place and wrap their roasted forearm in some loose chain to keep it together. Now they step out into this punishing world. Time to face the evils of this realm and atone for one’s own. They set out to track the echo of war and find the Arax who is responsible. If the humans have a chance at ending this suffering, this may be it. The quest to find the Arax continues out of the ivory sands, around the gaping plains and into the desert of Caarn. The red sands stretch beyond the horizon, the vast hills smell of rot and the ground feels like it is filled with bones. The only sound is the howling of the old banshee in the wind... ENDLESS DESERT Curse the land down thy path across the rotten sand across the worthless land drag your legs thru these graves Lost in the desert for hundreds of years time means less and less as the chain maker walks the endless path held by the old banshee. This humanlike demon has found themselves a near endless source of energy in the determined blacksmith. The days blur and thoughts fade as dragging on becomes the only peace and slowing pace feels stiff and painful. The fog of thought becomes a whirl of dust and the sand’s pressure wares against their skin. Time crushes on and on and over and through. The burning days and glowing nights they all fade. The sand cools and light dims, and somehow the ground looks different? It feels different, the rotten red sand turns to a light tan and the shores of the perfect sea are in view. The sky is darker then ever before as the exhausted chain maker finally falls to the ground. A faint flicker in the sky as the Siblings slowly line themselves up to the helix of suns in a triple eclipse. A whisper in the breeze pulls their attention toward the coast. They have arrived at the Perfect Sea but the city of Ubecia has been reduced to a dune ruin. Empty roads with piles of rock and sand dot the landscape where the great city once stood. The once great tower in the center is now all that stands to remember this place. The Arax of Conflict lying unmistakably at the coast felled by some other hero long ago and left to waste away. DIMINISHED VICTORY wasted world washed away no all alone empty bones hollow crowns how can this be all alone grain of sand falls from grasp light fades ancient sign burns bright eve of death Everything faded, not a single moving being anywhere, no smells, no wind, no sounds except the light whisper from the shore pulling the attention of the Chain Maker to something rather small floating just above the water. A fly, glowing the same as the one in their cell, sitting atop a small glowing sigil on the waters surface. Suddenly the insect sinks into a rising hand that reaches down and a small withered pale child pulls themself from the water til their feet sit just below the crest. They gently slide over to the shore where the Chain Maker has fallen. “I did not bring you here to fight that battle”, says the child. “The time has come from the return of the negative sun. The Araxi must all be destroyed and it is soon your time. They will return here to retrieve Conflict for revival. You must hunt them and free this world. All life will begin again once the negative sun has set, the evils of this world will spawn again and devour the weak. You alone will survive, you alone will have to fight.” The child raised their hand and began to sink. “The eve is ending, Here you wait, Encased in bone.” The sand stirs under the chain maker and they fall into a sinkhole, rolling down a long tunnel into a boney chasm. The opening seals and the darkness shrouds their skin. Now they wait.. THE CHAIN MAKER guitars, bass, vocals, story by Sinister Heretic drums, solo, recording by Spectral Maniac recorded in 2020-2021 during the plague NVNM NEW JERSEY DEATH email: sinisterhereticisalive@gmail.com
story part 1
THE CHAIN MAKER
unknown planet demo
A world you’ll never see, a place you’ve never known...
Cabeer (Sah-beer), an arid planet made up of 16 distinct deserts that all converge on the only water mass, the Perfect Sea. Sitting in a galaxy with few other planets, slowly orbiting a triple helix of suns. A dozen or so moons brighten up even the longest nights but none so bright as The Siblings, the three largest moons in close orbit. The temperatures are high no matter what desert you tread, no matter moons or suns. Each land has its own color and smell, but most of the southern deserts bellow ash and are too hot for humans to survive.
The People of Cabeer live mostly in the northern deserts and the larger settlements encompass the sea. It should come as no surprise these lands are rife with battles and struggles, as humans crave such things. The 100 year war of the Northern Deserts has been a way of life for so long that most have forgotten all else. And so it has attracted some fo the planet’s nastier inhabitants.
The 5 Great Araxi, a plague of demon serpents whom have fed off the lesser beings of Cabeer for ages. They thrive off the hardships and pain of this world, and do their best to keep themselves full. They are know to all by their preferred indulgence. Conflict, the serpent with the body of a warrior, whom lives for the battle and bathes in the blood. Betrayal, a multiheaded serpent with only two heads left, both beaten and missing an eye each. Ignorance, a sightless giant serpent with skin hard as a rock, it barrels through the land destroying all in its path. Vengeance, with the head of a wolf, red fur and bright yellow eyes, thought to be the most cunning. And finally Desire, the golden serpent said to reside under the sands of man, but none have ever seen it for themselves. A harsh world for most.
Deep in the ivory sands know as Resant, lies a keep buried against the nameless mountains. A once proud fortress is now the nest of the Grey Dragon. The people of this land suffer under its rule as they are enchained and forced to fight in the dragons legion. Down deep in the dungeons of the keep sits an idle figure. The Chain Maker rots in their cell, forced to make the shackles of their own people. Their shame burns over them as they sit in their lightless hole.
Far from here, along the mountain ridges, through the gaping plains and across the reddest desert, a great Arax rises by the Perfect Sea. Conflict rears its head and calls for another 100 years of blood through the endless war. The nearby city of Ubecia is thrown into a rage as the people destroy themselves in bloodlust. The word of this madness drives fear into all humans near and far. This call for war echos throughout the northern deserts and down to the deepest depths.
A small light flickers as it floats through the tired halls of the Grey Dragon’s keep. It descends the crumbling stairs and glides in and out between the bars of empty cells. Until it freely enters the Chain Maker’s cell and stops at their foot. A deep breath, as if for the first time in years. The fallen blacksmith sits up and watches as the light moves around the room, lighting up cracks in the walls and the dusty cold kiln in the corner. And then suddenly it fades and the husk of a fly lands in their palm. The darkness is now deafening and the cell feels smaller than ever before. But the smell is something they have not known in some time. Smoke, then a bit of heat and within moments the kiln burst alive with flame. They stare into the blaze and rise. The old metals soften once again. They work tirelessly to finally make the one weapon they need to escape this grave, what they need to fight their way out, the war pick. Swinging their new weapon into the cracks, the wall breaks and falls apart, they begin their ascent.
The scent of fresh metal rises thru the halls and the Grey opens it’s eye. Almost like feeling one of its rich treasures being stolen from under it’s rest, the beast knows the Chain Maker has escaped their cell. Perched atop the eastern tower, the dragon rises its head and lets out a thunderous roar. It floods the outer halls with fire, burning the few servants inside and scorching the chain maker. In a rage the dragon winds and twists around the outer structure of the lower keep. It does not need the chain maker anymore and they know it. It is time to face this foe and feel the crush of infinity or the victory of freedom...
ASHEN
rise
cut the path and beaten down
crushing blow to the ground
rise again
the fate of the rest is not your fate
climb the stairs
open the gate
(the battle begins)
story part 2
Atop the ruinous eastern turret, standing burned and armed to face the infernal wyvern, The Chain Maker waits. Quiet, the rolling of bricks over the edge faintly pierce the wind and the heat grows stronger. The Grey swings it’s head up over the pillar and down with disgusting force, opening its maw to swallow its meal whole. The Chain maker swings their war pick into its sweltering mouth and slams it down under its lower fang, ripping it from the jaw. The unbearable heat roasts their forearm through to the bone and splits the skin, scorching hair. The dragon howls spitting smoldering clots of blood across the inner court yard. Irate the dragon smashes into the tower with its tail, collapsing the structure and rolling chain maker off onto a small broken ledge. The dragon flares a line of fire through its nostrils, which they avoid by rolling off the ledge and falling to the ground just outside the keep. The dragon pushes up and pulls its wings down to boost over the walls of the keep and attack. It’s foe is too close to the wall so its turns its body around, lowers its head to line up the shot, but suddenly they are gone. Just then the chain maker runs into the side of the dragon’s head forcing the pick into the eye and bashing their beaten body into the top end sending the point through its skull. The beast let out a death scream falling lifeless and smoldering. Exhausted and mangled, the chain maker takes the long fang from the grey and forges it onto the war pick to gain its power. They snap their bones back into place and wrap their roasted forearm in some loose chain to keep it together. Now they step out into this punishing world. Time to face the evils of this realm and atone for one’s own.
They set out to track the echo of war and find the Arax who is responsible. If the humans have a chance at ending this suffering, this may be it. The quest to find the Arax continues out of the ivory sands, around the gaping plains and into the desert of Caarn. The red sands stretch beyond the horizon, the vast hills smell of rot and the ground feels like it is filled with bones. The only sound is the howling of the old banshee in the wind...
ENDLESS DESERT
Curse the land
down thy path
across the rotten sand
across the worthless land
drag your legs
thru these graves
Lost in the desert for hundreds of years time means less and less as the chain maker walks the endless path held by the old banshee. This humanlike demon has found themselves a near endless source of energy in the determined blacksmith. The days blur and thoughts fade as dragging on becomes the only peace and slowing pace feels stiff and painful. The fog of thought becomes a whirl of dust and the sand’s pressure wares against their skin. Time crushes on and on and over and through. The burning days and glowing nights they all fade. The sand cools and light dims, and somehow the ground looks different? It feels different, the rotten red sand turns to a light tan and the shores of the perfect sea are in view. The sky is darker then ever before as the exhausted chain maker finally falls to the ground. A faint flicker in the sky as the Siblings slowly line themselves up to the helix of suns in a triple eclipse. A whisper in the breeze pulls their attention toward the coast. They have arrived at the Perfect Sea but the city of Ubecia has been reduced to a dune ruin. Empty roads with piles of rock and sand dot the landscape where the great city once stood. The once great tower in the center is now all that stands to remember this place. The Arax of Conflict lying unmistakably at the coast felled by some other hero long ago and left to waste away.
DIMINISHED VICTORY
wasted world
washed away
no
all alone
empty bones
hollow crowns
how can this be
all alone
grain of sand
falls from grasp
light fades
ancient sign
burns bright
eve of death
Everything faded, not a single moving being anywhere, no smells, no wind, no sounds except the light whisper from the shore pulling the attention of the Chain Maker to something rather small floating just above the water. A fly, glowing the same as the one in their cell, sitting atop a small glowing sigil on the waters surface. Suddenly the insect sinks into a rising hand that reaches down and a small withered pale child pulls themself from the water til their feet sit just below the crest. They gently slide over to the shore where the Chain Maker has fallen. “I did not bring you here to fight that battle”, says the child. “The time has come from the return of the negative sun. The Araxi must all be destroyed and it is soon your time. They will return here to retrieve Conflict for revival. You must hunt them and free this world. All life will begin again once the negative sun has set, the evils of this world will spawn again and devour the weak. You alone will survive, you alone will have to fight.” The child raised their hand and began to sink. “The eve is ending, Here you wait, Encased in bone.” The sand stirs under the chain maker and they fall into a sinkhole, rolling down a long tunnel into a boney chasm. The opening seals and the darkness shrouds their skin. Now they wait..
THE CHAIN MAKER
guitars, bass, vocals, story by Sinister Heretic
drums, solo, recording by Spectral Maniac
recorded in 2020-2021 during the plague
NVNM NEW JERSEY DEATH
email: sinisterhereticisalive@gmail.com
Brutal
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