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Events News Post #568

Genesis

Written by: Anonymous
Date: Thursday, February 9th, 2017
Addressed to: Everyone


Many of our histories are shared, but this has yet to see the light of the overland. When the illuminations dim in preparation for respite, the progeny who have proven adept at their foundational studies that cycle are often gathered by a Deputy of Progeny to hear the formative accounts of the past.

Long before the Chaos Wars, when the Tsol first inhabited the pristine lands of Achaea alone, before there were those 'aa and 'teth and 'dasi, an Aldar met a woman.

In these recesses of memory the mortal children of Ayar were treasured. The Tsol were taught the weavings of natural magic, instructed in their lessons by the various Aldar when their other duties or proclivities allowed.

One such was Ugrach, a formidable figure. This Aldar was an adept at the nuances of life and growth, despite his barbarian's physique, the immortal servant had a deft touch when it came to proliferation and fruition, a modicum of this knowledge he was tasked with bestowing upon the would be tenders of the land.

Centuries in this nascent world passed as the Tsol were trained and taught without obstacle or interruption, until an Aldar's steady hand brushed the slender and elegant fingers of his student. The details of what occurred precisely are lost to time and irrelevances of fancy, but the woman bore a child.

Her name long since lost to the memory of most, the mother of the half-blood succumbed to Thoth's embrace upon the birthing bed. In punishment for this breach of a mortal's nature, Ugrach and his son were banished, exiled to a plane devoid of the flourishing life the Aldar once so skilfully influenced.
~ ~ ~

Centuries of careful breeding, examination, and experimentation prepared the Tsol'teth of the Underrealm for their return to the overland. The Masters of old were notoriously unstable, but their power could not be denied and was key to any future success. It was from this ancient madness, and then tempered by leaps in scientific discovery, that the Genesis Project was born.

First, the bloodlines were stabilised, achieved through stringent breeding programs and a nurturing process continuously refined, the potency of power achieved a tenuous balance with the sanity of its host. Monitoring of the various strains became a way of life.

With a relative success rate established, the Tsol'teth worked on perfecting the lines, content with determined progress. Then came the Worldreaver.

The rocky skies of Anzari-tarin seethed, stone falling from their heavens with the writhing incursion of the Dala'myrr. Great swathes of caves collapsed, crushing all within the territories, those below perishing as did those above. Then, the Tsol'teth bore witness to the fall of the Gods, and knew that the time was now right.

Reasoning that only one of the now-cautious Pantheon allowed mortals to gain proximity on a regular basis, the Lord of Death was picked to serve.

A number of our modern years saw the fruits of the Tsol'teth's attempts to gain the essence of a Divine. Repeated deaths in a variety of strange ways were orchestrated, from accidents within the forest to attempted drownings of a village, the Tsol'teth plied their litany with care, each demise an attempt to follow a soul to the Halls of Death where He resided.

The failures and bodies began to stack up, and the deaths began to draw more interest than was prudent.

It was, in the end, the half blood of legend who became of use. Killing the Lord of Death, the son secured the throne and an eternity's duty for his father, gifted a strand of the dead Host's essence to the Tsol'teth who enabled the assassination, and rose to inherit the dead lands to which they had been exiled. During these tumultuous years a prince became a king.

The Tsol'teth had acquired the final ingredient for their grand work. Whilst the Gods of the Pantheon, now numbering one less, were beholden to Their realms, inspired faith in Their charges, and enabled Their various plans and petty plots, the legacy race of the Underrealm demanded more: a voice in the Pantheon for themselves. None of the elder or birthed Divine would do, All had conflicts and cares, and bore the grudges of Their Creation.

With the acquisition of a Divinity's essence and the most stable and potent of the Tsol bloodlines established, mortal nature could be breached once more and that by design.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Summary: The Tsol'teth legend of the Aldar Ugrach and the use of his son, Slith.

Penned by My hand on the 20th of Phaestian, in the year 734 AF.


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Events News Post #568

Genesis

Written by: Anonymous
Date: Thursday, February 9th, 2017
Addressed to: Everyone


Many of our histories are shared, but this has yet to see the light of the overland. When the illuminations dim in preparation for respite, the progeny who have proven adept at their foundational studies that cycle are often gathered by a Deputy of Progeny to hear the formative accounts of the past.

Long before the Chaos Wars, when the Tsol first inhabited the pristine lands of Achaea alone, before there were those 'aa and 'teth and 'dasi, an Aldar met a woman.

In these recesses of memory the mortal children of Ayar were treasured. The Tsol were taught the weavings of natural magic, instructed in their lessons by the various Aldar when their other duties or proclivities allowed.

One such was Ugrach, a formidable figure. This Aldar was an adept at the nuances of life and growth, despite his barbarian's physique, the immortal servant had a deft touch when it came to proliferation and fruition, a modicum of this knowledge he was tasked with bestowing upon the would be tenders of the land.

Centuries in this nascent world passed as the Tsol were trained and taught without obstacle or interruption, until an Aldar's steady hand brushed the slender and elegant fingers of his student. The details of what occurred precisely are lost to time and irrelevances of fancy, but the woman bore a child.

Her name long since lost to the memory of most, the mother of the half-blood succumbed to Thoth's embrace upon the birthing bed. In punishment for this breach of a mortal's nature, Ugrach and his son were banished, exiled to a plane devoid of the flourishing life the Aldar once so skilfully influenced.
~ ~ ~

Centuries of careful breeding, examination, and experimentation prepared the Tsol'teth of the Underrealm for their return to the overland. The Masters of old were notoriously unstable, but their power could not be denied and was key to any future success. It was from this ancient madness, and then tempered by leaps in scientific discovery, that the Genesis Project was born.

First, the bloodlines were stabilised, achieved through stringent breeding programs and a nurturing process continuously refined, the potency of power achieved a tenuous balance with the sanity of its host. Monitoring of the various strains became a way of life.

With a relative success rate established, the Tsol'teth worked on perfecting the lines, content with determined progress. Then came the Worldreaver.

The rocky skies of Anzari-tarin seethed, stone falling from their heavens with the writhing incursion of the Dala'myrr. Great swathes of caves collapsed, crushing all within the territories, those below perishing as did those above. Then, the Tsol'teth bore witness to the fall of the Gods, and knew that the time was now right.

Reasoning that only one of the now-cautious Pantheon allowed mortals to gain proximity on a regular basis, the Lord of Death was picked to serve.

A number of our modern years saw the fruits of the Tsol'teth's attempts to gain the essence of a Divine. Repeated deaths in a variety of strange ways were orchestrated, from accidents within the forest to attempted drownings of a village, the Tsol'teth plied their litany with care, each demise an attempt to follow a soul to the Halls of Death where He resided.

The failures and bodies began to stack up, and the deaths began to draw more interest than was prudent.

It was, in the end, the half blood of legend who became of use. Killing the Lord of Death, the son secured the throne and an eternity's duty for his father, gifted a strand of the dead Host's essence to the Tsol'teth who enabled the assassination, and rose to inherit the dead lands to which they had been exiled. During these tumultuous years a prince became a king.

The Tsol'teth had acquired the final ingredient for their grand work. Whilst the Gods of the Pantheon, now numbering one less, were beholden to Their realms, inspired faith in Their charges, and enabled Their various plans and petty plots, the legacy race of the Underrealm demanded more: a voice in the Pantheon for themselves. None of the elder or birthed Divine would do, All had conflicts and cares, and bore the grudges of Their Creation.

With the acquisition of a Divinity's essence and the most stable and potent of the Tsol bloodlines established, mortal nature could be breached once more and that by design.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Summary: The Tsol'teth legend of the Aldar Ugrach and the use of his son, Slith.

Penned by My hand on the 20th of Phaestian, in the year 734 AF.


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