Consilium Illuminati
Veritas venit scientia, pax veritate.
With knowledge comes truth. With truth comes peace.

What is the meaning to our existence on this world? How do we
relate to the objects around us, and why do we do it? How do we
find the means to achieve the ultimate goal - the ultimate balance
of every facet of spirit, mind, body, and work in harmony with
those things and people around us?
These were the same sorts of questions that the Consilium
Illuminati faced on its last day of existence in the lands of
sapience. Kneeling around the tribe council's tent were the ten
heads of council. It was on that day, at fifteen years of age, I
knelt among the council, a tattoo of a circle in black on my
forehead - the symbol of time. I knelt there with a sense of
sadness, yet with a excitement which caused my heart to flutter
for I had information that would change the fabric of the tribe -
Diodin - forever. We were the masters of our tribe - if anything
was the bonds that held together the soup of our tribe, it was the
ten men seated in the tent that night. Consilium Illuminati we were
called, for without our enlightened governance, no fabric could
exist, only strands of loose material. As far as I could recall from
my history studies and my silent observation, the Council had
served a many faceted role in the tribal community.
The council consisted of ten seats, and each seat held both a
practical and a metaphysical role. Although each seat held an
abstract name and symbol, each served a particular use for the
tribe. For example - the seat of vis (power and force) would
represent the general of the armed forces. He would be the one to
train each individual to fend for him or herself in case of attack.
The seat of elementum (the elements) would tend crops, and help
to find fertile ground and springs to feed the tribe. As the
Monachus Tempae - the monk of time - my specific job was to
read historical tomes, and find significance and divine truth in that
which I read. Lately, things were becoming rather unstable for the
seat of tempus.
I entered the tent that evening with a scroll that would divulge
many secrets. As it came time for me to speak, I recounted with a
heavy heart the prophecy of this scroll. According to it, in the
Month of Miraman the year 293, when the time was right, a tribe
would set sail across the seas to find everlasting peace. The tribe
would be led by nine enlightened leaders, and would leave behind
one lonely soul as a link to the past. In reading the scroll, and even
earlier, in researching the scroll, I knew this lone soul would be he
who represented time within the clan.
Thus, as quickly as the message of the scroll had woven itself into
the fabric of the tribe, its image manifested itself clearly. On that
day of miraman, I found myself staring off to where the sky met
the sea, where the ark carrying my only family disappeared
beneath the horizon. Suddenly, I was alone - the only Diodin in
sapience, the only one carrying these memories of government and
tattoos and the Council. For days after the departure of my tribe, I
was plagued by nightmares, haunted and pained by the loss. At
first I shadowed this pain by eagerness, giddiness, and a false
happiness - a sort of denial. For years, the pain gnawed at me and
grew in a sharp crescendo, shaping my thoughts, guiding me into
the deepest emotional hell - draining my past, my soul, my
memories. As if I was living vicariously through some other
person's suffering, I could hear the agonizing screams and moans
of a familiar voice. One day, they simply stopped.
four years later, my mind numb from experience, I found myself
with a sense of calm regarding my loneliness. The nightmares had
disappeared, like a wound that bleeds hidden underneath the flesh,
and with the nightmares had gone most of my memories regarding
the details of the Enlightened Council.
My friend Yamaris had been gone on a soul searching journey . He
returned one silent evening bearing strange news for me. On a
civilized isle not far from ulangi- it was in fact one of the first that
Yamaris had found - he had happened upon a Cliffside grave being
exhumed by a gang of three dastardly grave robbers. After soundly
teaching the pack a lesson, Yamaris had examined the contents of
the open grave. Within, he found a piece of parchment that seemed
striking. It had five words written on it:
Diodin Addis Reconcilio Gloria CI
Yamaris continued the remainder of his journey, and found nine
identical Cliffside gravesites on different islands. Upon arriving
back at shallam, he returned the piece of parchment to me.
As the paper transferred from him to me, it was as if I had been
struck by lightning. Understanding coursed through my veins - the
nightmares, the interminable pain and pathos. As Yamaris
explained the nine graves, I explained my experience, my history,
and the events since Diodin had left me. My clanmates had
fulfilled the prophecy - they had found peace in death, and I had
felt their excruciating pain. I was the only one remaining, not only
in sapience, but in all of the mortal plane. The message on the
parchment - it commanded me to restore the glory of the Diodin
and the Consilium Illuminati, and it marked the dying words of the
rushed back to me in an epiphany, and a feeling of euphoria
entered my mind with the onset of this new quest.
The original council had not been founded merely on the basis of
governing. There were greater truths to be found in the world, and
the Consilium had, along with performing governing duties, done
scientific research on geological sites, living creatures, magic,
other people, and many other things in order to uncover these
truths. In leaving sapience, they searched for more - the divine
truth, and the answer to the questions of the world: why are we
here? Where is Sarapis? What governs our lives? How can we
achieve divinity? They left me behind for a worst case scenario -
and such a scenario played itself out in the brutal dispersion and
Cont....





Penned by my hand on the 12th of Phaestian, in the year 297 AF.