This is 75% speculation (especially the beginning), and 25 % facts, but i still think this is a good story . and i havent edited yet (at all)
Once upon a time, a strange group of men were fascinated by Lord Prometheus’s magical abilities. So, they asked to him, if they could learn. Prometheus bestowed a powerful teal energy upon them. And so, they became the first human mages of the Universe. But their energy was drained when they tried to conjure. It took years for the first of the Great Six Men to cast a spell. Together these men became seekers of magic and were curious of the energy Prometheus gave them. A teal whisp had entered their minds. It allowed them to see what they couldn’t before. They saw themselves, they felt themselves. They called it the Sight. And when other human mages declared war on the Gods, the seekers of magic joined their ranks. They wanted to know what the Sight truly was. King Aurthur, Lord of the Great Battalions of Men and Women, killed Prometheus, and every single other god and titan except a few. When they died, a great green whisp, and a great teal whisp, the Sight, was releases into the air. The Sight was what made the gods, special. Humans had no Sight within them. But Prometheus had given them a small amount that allowed them to cast magic. Aurthur forced Prometheus in his last breath to give Humans the true power of Sight. The Curses, dangerous forms of magic he had made. But they were lost, and the only ones found were taken by King Aurthur. Soon the seekers of magic became famous around the World for there participation in the war. The world’s most powerful, most ancient, most pure mages. They became known as the Seekers of Sight. They traveled and traveled and traveled the world, even for the slightest bit of knowledge and Sight. They found powerful curses, and powerful magics, but continued. They wanted all the Sight they could have. They wanted to use magic beyond its barriers. They wanted to develop and increase the power of magic. They wanted all the curses in the world. They became immortal godlike beings. They began to be hunted down by other power-hungry humans. But they vaporized their enemies. But then everything changed.
The Seekers homes were destroyed. Waves and waves of magic carried them across the world. Debrie hit them and injured them. They ended up on a small piece of land far from their homes. What had just happened? They were in a distant land. The Makrinaos as they called it. The Makrinaos. But what had happened? A storm had broken out. The continents were destroyed. The world had nearly been vaporized. But by what? Only two things could do it. A god or Sight. They had thought that the gods were dead. So, they thought it was Sight. But it could have been a god. There was one God who could have been alive. Hades, the Master of Death. He lived in the Underworld they thought. They had to go to the Underworld. The Seekers planned. They would dig deep down for year and years. They would dig to the Underworld. But that thought was in the back of there minds. They were convinced that it was Sight that had ravaged them. But they still would dig to the Underworld just in case. Why would Sight do this to them? Why would Sight do this to the entire world? But first they had to survive.
Over the weeks, sick, sometimes even dead men, women and children washed up on the shores. The Seekers healed them with their magics. They built a great city for these newcomers to live in. They themed it around the land where they came from. The Kingdom if the Visigoths. They began building temples and societies. The population grew. The Seekers were called were called by many different names. One was called the King, another The Master, another the Lord, and another the Noble, another was the Emperor, and another the Archontas. The Great Seekers of the Kingdom of Makrinaos. But they had one goal. They had learned through out their travels that the Sight was attracted to evil acts. What was more evil than murder. What was more evil than death. They built Catacombs under their city. Over the years, citizens began to disappear from the city. The Seekers pretended to investigate, they said that they had found the body in the Sea, or that they found the body on an icy cliff. But truly, they were sacrificing them in ritual chambers inside the catacombs. The bodies would be put into coffins and put away. Eventually the Energy of the catacombs began to change. They also began digging a whole to the Underworld, but that wasn’t their focus. Teal and black whisps began to appear deep under the catacombs in old ritual chambers. The killings continued for centuries. Then an explosion caused Sight rocked the island. The Seekers told their people that there had been a powerful earthquake. Explorers from other Kingdoms arrived in Makrinaos due to the disruption. The Seekers had to secretly kill them. The Emperor used his Storm Curse to form a great cloud around Makrinaos. A never-ending storm followed. These Veiling Storms hid the island from all others. Makrinaos was isolated. The citizens were told that the storm was because of the earthquake. They succeeded when digging into what they thought was the Underworld but something inside them stopped them from going in. Something that even the Seekers couldn’t see. The Sight became too strong. The Catacombs erupted. The citizens were dead. The city was in ruin. The Catacombs were abandoned. The Seekers had saved some humans before the destruction. The ones who knew of the rituals. The helpers. The Order of the Sight as they called themselves. They left Makrinaos. They started making homes and bases all over the seas. The Six Seekers of Sight lead the Order. They chose a new name for their cult. The name of an ancient god. An ancient god who was proved to be fake. But his name meant something to his believers. Aesir. The Norse God of Power. Power. Sight was power. But they had to much power. And it destroyed their dominions. Power was their enemy. But the Seekers were foolish. They continued to seek out Sight. They continued to advance their magic. The Six Seekers became known as the High Lords. They’re name was spread throughout the seas. The Order of Aesir gained more members and cultists. They grew powerful. They gained fame. They became feared throughout the seas. But with influence came demise. They had not learned their lesson. Power was their enemy. A wise man, Ο Γουόρεν που χρησιμοποίησε σωστά την εξουσία, Warren as he was called, came to them. He hunted them down back in the Ancient Day. He returned from the Southern Seas. He had survived the Great Explosion of the Sight. He ravaged their camps. Destroyed their homes. Warren hated the High Lords. He did not stop until every Seeker of Sight was dead. The Order had fell into hard times. They hid. They hid for centuries. The Order was thought to have been disbanded. A new Cultist was chosen as the High Lord. He got the cult through hard times. The Order knew a lot of magic. They knew a lot about Sight. Similar to Aesir, there was ancient deity that they named Sight. Chaos, one of the creators of the Universe. Chaos was a real deity, the goddess of the air, of the atmosphere, of the entire world. Sight was called Chaos from then on. The High Lord would bribe kings and rulers. Take their kingdoms in exchange for power and wealth. They wanted to control the Wars of Seas. They only wanted wars that would help them. They wanted back their land. Makrinaos was destroyed. Their other bases were destroyed by their hunter. So they controlled the kingdoms of the bribed rulers. They would teach them magic, give them curses, and tell them about the Sight, about Chaos. They would use the money to research magic. They began sacrificing more innocent people so they could research Chaos even more. They sensed a strong collection of Chaos far to the south. They found a river that flowed straight into the Underworld. But something inside them stopped them from going in. It was their second goal. Hades. The High Lord wanted to increase their magical abilities so that they could into this aberration. But they figured that they needed Golden Ichor. The Blood of a Great God. They needed to find the legacies, the descendants of the Gods. They would inject their blood into themselves. So, they could travel where only a God could. The Underworld. Opening the gate would likely cause the release of a large amount of Chaos. Enough to destroy the seas. But it was their goal. It was the goal of their martyred Seekers.
Their monopoly of the Seas grew. They began to take control of the Grand Navy. Even the Assassin’s Syndicate. To be continued.