Story of Pelacor Conjurer

Many centuries ago, the Pelacor followed the prophet, Edalus, on what has become known as the 'Exile.' They followed him into the Mountains of Fire surrounding Mount Praetorous. For generations they lived alone in these mountains, hidden away. They were taught to worship the sun and moon gods, Solaki and Lunaki, deities dreamt into existence from the bones of Edalus' dead parents and his zealous mind. The scriptures read that the two Gods were carried into the heavens upon pieces of consecrated land, torn from the World to raise them high, so that their worshipers would always look up to them and forever be beneath their great heavenly power.

On the darkest night of each year, Edalus would invoke rituals that would change the bodies of his people. Drawing upon the dormant power beneath the mountains, he caused angelic wings to sprout from their backs. This change was permanent and, in fact, most Pelacor offspring inherited the appendages from their parents.

When Edalus finally passed away, ancient as he was, there was infighting between the people as to who should lead. Fractures in their harmonious way of life started to appear, and two very definitive factions arose. One worshiped the brother God, Solaki, and the other worshiped the sister God, Lunaki. So began the 'War of the Sons and Daughters', where Pelacor fought against one another, a rivalry that still continues to this day amongst some.

When the magic veil over Praetoria and the Mountains of Fire fell, and the Chaos Legions invaded, the Pelacor decided they could hide away no more. Believing that the Chaos Legion would turn upon their floating Gods next if they conquered the Splinterlands, they began their 'Great Descent' into the lowlands, determined to fight this new threat that had arrived upon their world, and joined with the Lowlanders armies.
“How long do we have to wait, Pa?” Horner asked, feeling his eyes grow heavy. “The sun will be going down soon, and we've been here all day without a single thing to eat.”

“Patience my boy,” Jent whispered, adjusting his position slightly but being careful not to move the crossbow. “It'll come, they always do, they can't resist it.”

“Resist what though? I don't understand what a reflection is and why we need to have a conjurer?” Horner whined.

“Their feathers are worth a fortune, the same as the feathers of luminous eagles they say, and you know how much they're worth.”

“But why do they come here?”

“The marble font over there.” Jent nodded at the small pedestal in the center of the well-dressed garden. “They can't help themselves, it's like a mirror if you look into it, and they're a vain bunch.”

No sooner had he finished speaking there was a brief flurry and a handsome man landed on the pristine lawn. Folding long slender wings away, his hands quickly adjusted the locks of golden hair that had shifted out of place on his head. Stepping over to the font, he peered into the waters and a smile crossed his lips.

Jent burst from the bushes, crossbow held high and fired the bolt. Horner scrambled up next to him and watched the flight of the bolt. It stayed true and struck the man in his torso, but it crumpled and broke apart, a golden hue shimmering in the late afternoon sun about the conjurer. Moments later he was in the air again, his wings beating hard as he disappeared into the sky.

“Dammit!” Jent clenched his fist. “I knew they were almost immune to magic, but I had no idea they were shielded from weapons as well.”

Horner touched his arm, feeling the pangs of hunger in his belly. “Never mind Pa, we'll get one next time. Can we go home and have some food now?”

Reference: Splinterlands.com