These are collected excerpts from texts from across the ages on the most esoteric topics.
By all accounts, this text is a heresy, so read with caution. This scroll will be illegal outside the halls of magic colleges within Imperial borders and may result in the death penalty. Regardless, to any one knowledgeable on magic, the truth of my words is undeniable. Yes, Lady Moon-Star and Master Sun are gods. But what is a god but a spirit of greater power? But then that leaves the question of what is a spirit? Spirits are souls without physical aspect. Some are greater than others, for example, a forest spirit will have dominion over a forest but Lady Moon-Star has control of the tides and fate itself, among other things... A mere Elf soul can barely alter the tapestry of existence and that's with great study if unaided.
But if power is all that separates them, then a spirit who gains power through magic or belief too can ascend, and let it be known that there may be magical being of greater power than even the dual elven aspects. But this eternity is not a static one and things don't always remain in order as the gods would like... But this is natural and the gods know this, as Lady Moon-Star carries off the souls of the dead for death is entropy: decay.
The cycle begins with chaos. Chaos is raw and untamed like pure magic itself. It is both limitless and yet it inevitably leads to order which creates the limits. Chaos would denote being like Master Sun's daughter. Order flows naturally from Chaos as limitation builds. Beings like Lady Moon-Star and Master Sun represent order and stabilize the realms. Meanwhile beings like the beast, Nessir, is a representation of decay which is the destruction of order which in turn leads to new chaos... And thus an eternal cycle is visualized.
Gods are not the creators but merely the embodiments of said aspects, the spirits of them. There are Spirits of every kind and they play a role in this cosmic cycle. The varieties of magic follow this too, for druids' and sorcerers' magics are chaotic in nature, wizards orderly, and warlocks in essence decay by drawing their power from other sources. Chaos, Order, and Decay are the three primary aspects of the universe and by definition should have spirits by which all souls, magic, and everything is derived... In essence those are the highest gods. Unfortunately, no one seems to be aware of such gods.
- Anziel the Wiser, Arcane Studies III.
Dragonkin reveal little to us, the children of their devisings. Being of dragonblood grants us an unique perspective into the natures reality that make the myths of the races of these lands laughable. Few have come close to understanding the obvious, and it's only evidence of the inherent dominance Wyrms hold over feeble elves and dwarves. The universe is a circle on 4 planes and each moment is but a slice, an intersection. On one side is chaos ever decreasing to order. Chaos is a time of creeping things beyond even my comprehension, of geometry without sense, of magic unfiltered and is when the most ancient of dragons who survive entropic shifts make their claims to greater power. It is the blank slate in which creators paint without lines and use all color. Order creeps in as natural laws take root and from them follows spirits revived and old which draw the lines... Continuing in the circle, when order is seemingly set in stone, entropy begins to chip the paint away with young destructive spirits like younger Black Dragons, Death Gods, and any spirit whose purpose is to restore the canvas to chaotic neutrality.
We live in a time in which order increases for magic bleeds through strong. This may seem strange to mortals but this is truth as observed by my father, Ghilaar-Dothokon, The Astral Archivist, an Ancient Silver Dragon who claims to have lived through two cycles already. I believe the cycles but the revelation of his age defies reason and I'm compelled to question, but he only says, "And so it has been..."
When I ask to what separates us from other spirits, he answered so simply but I don't quite understand, as if I should know yet don't, "Other beings are set in their way. Children of [CHAOS], [ORDER], and [ENTROPY]... [Dragons] are our own children, our greatest ancestor is Mau-Tail. All dragonkind is the Mau-Tail before hatching and thus is unbound... Upon hatching, definition occurs. Definition is reflection. Redefinition is impossible for the spirits without rebirth, for they are born children to the three nests, but Dragons are reflections free to roams the nests, though it is exceedingly rare."
I asked what definition am I,
"Look in your reflection."
-Huundirian the Silver Princess, Biography of Dragons
Gods and daemons. These are inadequate definitions. Subjective terminopogy which defines relationships but not the beings. Dragon and Spirit get close but Spirit is too unrefined. Dragon is much more precise but they hide little. What is the definition of Old Drysian and his life giving radiance? What is the definition of mortal souls to which these great spirits vy to subjugate? The lines are thin yet clearly we are not gods. To the savage cats Nassi is their mother goddess despite thousands of years of attempts at civilization. We know her as The Doomfang, pet of Yogol, Daughter of The Sun, the trickster with insatiable appetite. The narrow minded struggle to contemplate how god and demon are related and forget the void mother, Nadano, for whom birthed her. Further more, not all agree that she is a demon, for the pious Sun Elves venerate Yogol as J'hogo, Spirit of Creation who tames the Terror Cat.
Proof that relation is the only definition and demonstration of the lack of clarity. Once more, do we study the Sun God Heresy, and we learn he was once an angel to the void, a harbinger of chaotic creation until he fell for the void held no love for his golden light and tried to snuff him from the heavens to which he fell from grace and became the celestial ball of divine fire which gives life and day. Now he is the most devout worshipper of the moon for she does not dim but returns his glow and improves upon it with unsurprised beauty.
The qualities of an angel who loves his divine is still present yet he is equal to moon. Is Lady Moon and angel or can angels ascend to godhood? The Priest of any Elven faith would vehemently deny both accounts and again a tangent takes hold. No, definition is central to the spirits as spirits are concepts made manifest. Defining begets limitation and it's with this understanding that the power of belief is revealed. Drysian is a god because he defined himself that way and as an angel he had the power to make souls believe and with the blessing of another god, his ascension has become undeniable and withstood centuries of dragon worship.
This point is further seen in another new god, Mog Grog, perhaps the ire of Elven Priests. Despite many deaths, Mog Grog persists. Orcs are already an achievement of necromantic magics worth whole pages of study, with bodily essence which renders arid desert fertile grassland. Mog Grog was said to have once been a mortal orc, his body's elven name long forgotten, for Talmionra the Arch-Lich of Kialsebrol found the body from a mass grave. Mog Grog named himself like many orcs had, and he served humbly as a lieutenant. Yet glorious in many battles, he rose in ranks to General. The orc grew tired of the righteous ire of the elves who chastised their profane existence, and the indignant beast-elf rallied his people in rebellion and turned on The Lich Kings of old. But this liberation of elves did not go rewarded as their existence was profane and a sin the dual gods' radiance, and the orcs were chased to the deserts to the south.
Mog Grog watched as his kind slowly returned to the death from which they were wrought and survival of the born orcs seemed slim... But as we know, orc bodies defied all reason and rendered the lake and river valley fertile and from the orcs dead rose life under Drysian's light which should have cleansed it with fire. Mog Grog took the opportunity of the new hope, and claimed it as his miracle and he was proclaimed living god of the orcs. When the elves and dwarves learned of the new orc lands and their new god, the Order of Twighlight sent their paladins and the dwarves spilled lead down far in the river stream... The Crusade of Druag-il was expected to start with the ransacking poisoned orcs, but instead they found them clad in golden hued armor and weapons, and Mog Grog facing the crusaders.
This surprise spited the crusaders and on a sunny day they prayed to The Sun, and the light intensified and boiled the orcs and Mog Grog and soon Lady Moon cooled the field with night's embrace, and the crusader pulled out their silver blades and slew the writhing orcs. Thinking themselves successful, they returned northward. To their horror, they arrived their northern lands clouded in smoke as orcs claimed the lives of every elf in the city and their they met the god of mercy himself, Mog Grog, the Elf-Butcher, alive as if his head was not cleaved by radiant silver moon blade. The paladins were weary from travel and unsheathed their weapons to only fall from the Adamantine axe of Mog Grog.
The story is a tainted mark in history, but it's undeniable that the line between god and mortal is arbitrary as concepts are subjective and with this knowledge, the path to divinity is possible to those who can convince the masses.
- Kinlo Levarin, Bemused Heresies
M.U. : FAENKRIOL, AED CHOL-DREOPH'GA, AMAARI GAAL-TOD!
Fankriel: FAENKRIOL'AED, PHOCH CHOL-DREOPH'NA'AET PET ZOICH GRIM'GA BIIN?
M.U. : I am Malchtier Usinlo, I seek knowledge.
Fankriel: All things come with price...
M.U. : I offer you my soul upon my death.
Fankriel: That may just entice...
I sliced my hand open and poured vitale into the offering bowl to seal the deal.
Fankriel: With answers three, I will proceed...
Fankriel: Only two, you must now concede...
M. U. : Right... What is the beginning?
Fankriel: Two questions wasted by foolish notions, most absurd...
M.U. : What do you mean by absurd?
Fankriel: Because there is no beginning as you preferred... Mortal minds cannot comprehend, the brutal truth without end... No start or end of any kind, you will shutter to find... ZIADAR, OLGLO, ER-PUIM again and again, without care for the foibles of elf and men... Ceaseless and becoming anew, so pathetically unlike you...
The Daemon left the room, and my destiny was sealed... May my answers be worth the cost I'm tolled.
- Malchtier Usinlo, Infernal Interrogations
