User:Thrycius/Profile

''Oh come, thou dear child! Oh come thou with me!''

For many a story I shall tell there with thee.

In my words, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,

This bard shall grace thee with stories of gold.



A long time ago, in a world from another reality, a young man was writing some stories, all on a whim. Suddenly, he was thrown out of his chair and blinded by a flash of light.

“What in the world...?” the young man exclaimed in shock. Blinking his eyes to clear his vision, he attempted to get his sight back. When he finally did, he found himself facing a strange man before him.

“Who are you?” the young man asked. “What are you doing here?”

“How do you not know the great Wizard Marshall Zelretch?” The strange man declared, clearly insulted. “I decided to pay you a visit, and this is how you treat me? For this, I shall randomly send you off to a different reality!”

“Please wait, Sir Wizard Marshall!” the young man pleaded. “...Wait, Isn't that what you always do?”

“Pretty much,” Zelretch admitted with a grin. “Now, entertain me with your misfortune!”



And thus, the young man suddenly found himself in the land of Elgaia. 



The young man had no choice but to explore the strange, new world he found himself in. It wasn't long before he found out about the existence of summoners, which prompted him to want to become one too.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">After all, perhaps he might be able to get enough power to return back to his home.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">And thus, he found himself waiting in line to at the Akras Summoner' Hall to apply to become a summoner.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">“Next,” The lady at the counter called out.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">“Ah, yes!” the young man exclaimed. He quickly made his way over to the counter. At a single glance, the lady sighed.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">“What is it with all these amateurs trying to become a summoner? Well, no matter. Fill out the form, please.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">The young man took the form, and began filling it out.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">Name: Thrycius

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">Birthday: October? Age: around 20ish or so

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">Address: Somewhere in Elgaia

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">Occupation: Wanderer

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">… After filling out the form, he gave it back to the lady behind the counter.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">“Thrycius, is it...? What the heck is with this information? Are you taking this as a joke!?!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">The young man, Thrycius, shrugged back. “Sorry, I've been hit with amnesia a short while ago so I was unable to fully remember most of the details I needed to fill it out properly,” he easily lied. “Besides, it should be okay, right?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">The lady behind the counter glared at him, before organizing and filing away some documents. “Bah. Well, it's no matter. Here's your Summoner's ID. Be sure not to forget it like you did with your memories."

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">Thrycius took a look at the small card that was handed to him.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">ID: 9076130877

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">Fantastic. He had his own Summoner's ID now. He was now a full-flegded summoner!

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">He quickly set out to do as all summoners do: summon things and fight.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">A few months later, he was called back to the summoner's hall.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">“You know,” the familiar lady behind the counter said. “You still haven't turned in a list of all the units you have summoned. We need to keep track of these things, you know.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">“Ah, I'm sorry,” Thrycius panicked. “I'll tell you right now. I've got all these units on my team...”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">“Oh, just fill out these forms.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">“...Yes ma'am.”

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Last updated: May 30



<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; text-align: left;">“Remember to keep us updated, Thrycius.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; text-align: left;">“I'll keep that in mind.”

One might attribute this to his laziness, or the fact that he did not have the potential to catch up to the best of the best, but Thrycius was not an amazing summoner.

Certainly, with the units he had he could hold his own in a fight, but he was no where near the strength of many other famous summoners.

Thrycius always claimed it was because he spent a lot of time doing other things on a whim, just like he usually did.

He spent a lot of time writing stories, the stories of the things around him, because he found that to be more interesting.

In the end, he acted just like any other bard in the land.

He even ran into a strange goddess who claimed to be assisting another summoner in their attempt to defeat the 4 Fallen Gods.

When Thrycius heard that, he smiled, because he knew this would make an interesting story.

And so, while the goddess' summoner friend continued on their quest, the goddess, who could be no other than Tilith, spent the time talking (or in this case, bragging) to Thrycius about their journey so far.

And thus, Thrycius came to write the story of how a summoner and goddess pair came to be the leading force that would save Elaia from the four fallen gods.

This story would never end up in the hands of anyone else, however....

While Thrycius was out exploring and writing his story, he was suddenly struck with divine intervention.

“Thrycius.....”

“Huh?” Thrycius blinked, wondering who had called out his name.

''“I am... Lucius...”''

Thrycius knew that name; it was the name of a God, one that held much power.

“L-lucius! To what honor do I have for you to appear before me?” Thrycius asked, kneeling where he was. It was always a good idea to show respect towards the Gods; this was something he had decided for himself a long time ago.

“Thrycius....You who is not of this world...”

“Eh? How...?” He stammered. Thrycius was clearly stunned, for he told no one about how he had appeared in Elgaia.

''“I have grown interest in your writing...Thus! As someone who does not belong here, you shall be allowed to watch and write without interfering with this world!”''

And thus, Thrycius suddenly became God Bard. If anyone asked him, though, he would say that he was unworthy of the position, for he believed his writing wasn't worthy enough for him to become a god.

As God Bard, his job was to write all the mysteries and stories of the world and put them away into the Akashic Records.

At first, Thrycius was excited. The Akashic Records, which holds all the mysteries of the world, all the stories untold of in the universe!

But...

No matter how hard he tried, he was not allowed to see the stories already stored within.

Thrycius was growing exceedingly frustrated. So close to so many stories, and yet he could not even read any of them.

Not only that, from where he sat observing the world so that he could write, he was only able to see a vague idea of what was going on in all the alternate realities of Elgaia.

No longer could he see and write stories of the like of where summoners pulled great feats, of the different stories of all the summoners and their adventures; he coud only write a vague description of everything in general.

It was boring.

So boring!

These stories he had to write had no life to them! Explaining the mysteries, recording the major events from his standpoint... Thrycius could not stand it, despite the apparent importance of his job.

And thus, when Lucius wasn't looking, he decided to make his way back down to the Elgaia, back to the dimension of the mortals, and disguised himself as a human.

Mingling himself with the community of Elgaia, he set out to explore and experience the stories of the world first-hand....

“You know, I never expected you to become a God.”

“Very funny, Wizard Marshall Zelretch.” Thrycius grumbled in response. “So? What are you doing here now? Laughing at my expense?”

While out exploring and meeting many summoners, the great Wizard Marshall Zelretch from another world had appeared before him.

“Well, I just thought it would have bee more interesting if you had also the experience and skill of one of the characters that you wrote a long time ago,” The old man said. “Imagine if God Bard was actually strong enough to hold his own in a battle!”

“Wait, what?” Thrycius exclaimed. “Really?”

“Well, why not?” The Wizard Marshall said.

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Days later, Thrycius was groaning in bed, because while he had the skills and experience to know how to fight, his physical body was not able to keep up at all, while the Wizard Marhsall laughed at him from wherever he was watching from.

Thus, Thrycius decided that, even with the skills and experience of a fictional character that he wrote, he would stick to writing his stories, rather than fighting.

He never really liked being the one in combat, anyway.

Sometime later, in one reality or another, he ran in ChaosWyvern-i, who would eventually give him the legendary sword Haos Talon "Ophiuchus". As for what happens next... that story is still being told.