As the transporter ray's stopped shining, Galath stepped forward, towards Ausar. Galath was quickly transported to Ausar's chambers. “Yes master, thank you for answering my next question." Tel quietly responded, leaped from the curtains to the floor, and then clambered quickly out of the room. I shall be receiving him in my chambers." We both had very agreeable opinions on who should be crowned God King" Ausar hurriedly explained. "Tel! Why did you not let Galath in, I had told you about my talk with him at the first meeting in the Pantheon. "Master, he has said his name is Galath-" Tel began to explain, but was cut off "Tel, who is requesting arrival? is it a mortal that I need to dispatch or another deathless?" Ausar pried. Ausar picked up the right hand glove and slide it on, waiting for the piece to lock into place.Īs soon as the right glove clicked, He picked up the left glove and slid it on, hastily clicking the armor piece into place. He looked at the gloves on the table beside his bed, they had a yellow line on them, almost like a decoration for the entirely black armor. Ausar stood and his armor quickly aligned itself on his body. As Ausar slid out of the bed, he stepped onto the tile that activated his armor transference sequence. "Fine, I guess I shall be getting up then." Ausar answered, trying not to sound agitated. "But, Master Ausar, he requests audience with you," Tel obstinately replied. "Yes Tel? Is it really important that I awaken for someone requesting arrival?" Ausar promptly asked. Tel was hanging from the the curtaining that surrounded the bed, "Master! Master! It is time for you to awake! You have been sleeping for days, and now someone is requesting arrival!" Tel exclaimed as he successfully awoke Ausar. The pillows were encased in a fine dragon skin, and the bedding itself was like sleeping on a cloud.
Especially when he couldn't kill his own kind permanently.Īusar, who did not sleep often, awoke in his magnificent bed, finely crafted, made out of gems, ores, and bones from a dragon. Ausar seemed to have a pure heart and wanted to cleanse the world himself, but had only begun to realize it was to hard too do on his own. Yet he hadn't accounted for the one who called himself Ausar. All of the greed, anger, but most of all, the vile creations which he had made, the deathless. Galath turned from hatred to a pure thought of cleansing the world of the evil that he had created.
But creating the blade had taken a different purpose after Galath had met Ausar. He was greatly displeased with all of the deathless, the humans, and all the other miserable beings he had created to entertain himself on this lowly planet. Galath hammered away at the blade, hour after hour, shaping it with pure hatred for the beings that he had created. It will be a great deal of fun to take over the positon of Deathless leader. Galath seemed honest enough, he's going to make a sword, and give it to me at the ceremony in which we choose the Deathless leader. “It really will be quite wonderful to kill those who defy, and reign over the others, who shall cower in terror under myself and Galath. Business partners in the undermining of all the deathless for their own gain.Īusar thought to himself.
The Ausar Chronicles give my explanation on why the first game is the way that it is, via a story.Īusar thought long and hard for days after he shook hands with Galath. Non of this is canon, this is merely my thoughts on how the events of the infinity blade games came to be.