Tales of the World: A Story of Day and Night

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So the legends goes that the War that lead to the end of the world and yet the beginning of the other was between the Church of the Night, Mor’Chai’u’Mua and the Church of the Day, Sh’Tol’u’Mua. The stories amounting to the war are shrouded in mystery and in terror, all of their properties lost in the thousand years that passed. However, the Incarnations of Day and Night still inspire.

“But when will I meet with the elementals?” Chad asked one night.

The m’chs’duas shrugged and lit another candle. “Only the Father knows that, halfling.”

Chad sighed and riffled through the book he had on his lap. He stopped at a page at random and read out loud. “The Day and the Night.”

“Ah, that is an interesting tale,” the Bull said. He turned his head and looked at Chad. “If you want, you can read it out loud as practice.”

Chad looked down at the flowing script and cleared his throat. “‘Truth to know,’” he said in the native tongue, the liquid rhythms lingering in his mouth, “‘in the time before the War, the Day and Night were one. They knew each other as friends and spoke to each other in friendly tones. The world was at peace.’”

A sharp wind rattled the wooden shudders and let in a cool draft.

“Continue,” the Bull said, walking to the window to fasten it shut.

Chad nodded and went back to the story. “‘One day, the Absolute of Darkness crossed into the world and decided to undo the peace the two have brokered.’” His forehead furrowed. “Absolutes?”

“Indeed,” the Bull said. “We have eight of them.” He ticked off his fingers. “Good and evil. Order and chaos. Creation and void. Fate and destiny.”

“What do they do?” Chad asked, fascinated.

“They are merely representations of what happens to this planet.” The m’chs’duas finished with the window and turned to Chad. “The most ancient scrolls speak of them being the ruling forces in the universe.”

Chad nodded and went back to the story. “‘The Absolute went to Mor’Chai, Master of the Night and the Seven Moons, and said unto him, ‘Why must Sh’Tol have the light of the sun, the warmth of the world? Why should he be controlling them? Go, claim them for yourself, and be their ruler.’

“‘The words brought a corruption to Mor’Chai, and he went to Sh’Tol, Lord of the Day and the Sun, to claim his part. Sh’Tol, not knowing of the corruption, tried to calm Mor’Chai. But to no avail, the corruption was too deep.’

“‘Then the Absolute, in an effort for further corruption, went to Sh’Tol, and said unto him, ‘Why must Mor’Chai have the calm of the night, the moons in their splendor? Why should he be owning them? Go, claim them for yourself, and be their ruler.’

“‘The words brought a corruption to Sh’Tol, and he went to Mor’Chai to claim his part. Mor’Chai, knowing of what he wanted, instead fought with him, friend against friend, to battle for what Sh’Tol had.’

“‘The Absolute, pleased of what he had done, spread himself across the lands, like ink in water, bringing the peace of the world to an end, and therefore starting the War of the World.’”

Chad lifted his head, puzzled, and said, “This doesn’t make sense. Why couldn’t the both of them share?”

The Bull smiled sadly. “You are not the first one to ask that, halfling. Our philosophies challenge the story, although it is our duty to retell it.”

Chad looked at the pages and flipped a few pages. “‘How to summon the night’?”

“Hm?” The Bull glanced down, looking at the diagrams of scripts and the golden pictures. He raised an eyebrow. “What is this? Where did you get this?”

“From the shelf over there,” Chad said, pointing at a dusty alcove of the library wall.

The Bull looked. “Hm. Those are books not for us, halfing. They belong to my brother.”

“Oh. I didn’t know.” Chad closed the book and passed it over to the Bull, who walked over to the bookshelf and slipped the book back.

“I wonder if I can meet them, also,” Chad said.

“Who? Mor’Chai? Sh’Tol?”

Chad shrugged. “Either. Both. It just gets boring here. Even one of these Absolutes would-”

“Do not dare, halfling,” the Bull warned, holding up a finger. “The Absolutes are not to be summoned, even in jest. They are not like us, and they will not be mentioned in such a fashion. Do you understand?”

“Sorry, sir.” Chad said.

Still, he was curious.

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Tales of the World: An Ancient Dealing [Pt.1]

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Author’s Note: I really should start writing about this universe in chronological order…

“Look into the loneliness,” Void said. “Let it flow into you.”

The man took a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent of myrrh and cinnamon.

“What do you see?”

He closed his eyes and saw a horrific vision: His world, already war-torn by the battles that wracked it, falling into greater disrepair. He could not stop the tears. “My home, gone and ravaged. This place, falling into chaos and evil.”
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Tales of the World: Sea Hassles

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Maxwell G’hent looked down at the map on the table. The land was almost surrounded by the vast sea, with a small point in the middle of the two islands. “Where are we going?”

The High Priest of Sh’Tol double tapped the middle point, which zoomed into a much smaller island that appeared to be encased in shimmering blue crystal. “Trá’C’X’Gor’M,” he said.

“Bless you.” Continue reading

Tales of the World: Reference – Absolutes

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When we think of the Absolutes, we do not consider them as people, but instead as primal forces of the universe. The stories and myths about The Eight have been myriad, their appearance in the world predating Pre-War era. Scraps of text mentioned their appearance before Mor’Chai and Sh’Tol’s rise in the world’s religion. Continue reading

Tales of the World: A Beginning

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From the scrolls of historian Ys’Hrux…

Hundreds of years ago, when the world was in war, the Counsel of Mor’chai devised five beings, The Constructs of Night, designed to bring victory for their side. They composed of the following: M’Inchros the Destroyer, Au’Torms the Creator, D’Volx the Summoner, G’chsi the Possessor, and Di’Mol the Shaper. During the latter half of the war, they created chaos and destruction to the Forces of Day, and it was certain that they would bring a new age of darkness upon the world.

Then M’Inchros did the unthinkable. He fell in love.

Everyone was in shock as he declared, in front of the Grand Counsel of Mor’chai, that he loved another, and that he forsook all of his vows to be one with that person. He also swore that he would use his powers in the name of Sh’Tol, the Day.

The Counsel was in an uproar. They demanded that Au’Toms to create a plague, one that would decimate the city that M’Inchros retreated to, so that he could learn the full price of his betrayal.  Au’Toms agreed, and, using the fullest extent of his abilities, devised one.  The other Constructs, knowing full well of the betrayal as well, began to focus their attentions to the city, massing their armies to help with the eradication.

Meanwhile, M’Inchros showed how to make what history would state as the Avatars, the Constructs of Day: Am’cha, the Light, Sh’tan, the Grace, X’Cu, the Power, T’R’Nos, the Sun, and M’cah, the Might, each one to counter the opposite construct.  M’Inchros also showed the Forces of Day vital information to key military and scientific information the other side had.

A few months later, the Constructs lead their armies to what will be known as the Great Conjunction.

According to history, M’Inchros woke one morning to find that a strange darkness was falling across the land, even though the sun was still up.  Knowing what this omen could entail, he rushed off and gathered the armies to what was to be the final battle of the war.

They had little time.  Already D’Volx’s demonic minions were descending upon the city, ripping apart anyone they laid their eyes on.  Using the power of Sh’Tol, X’Cu destroyed them, but at the loss of his own life when D’Volx ran his ebon blades through his chest.

Meanwhile Di’Mol and G’chsi infiltrated the city. Using their powers of subterfuge and manipulation, they opened the city gates, thus letting Mor’chai’s forces into the city.  M’cah fought against them, but they proved too much for him, seriously wounding him and leaving him for dead.

T’R’Nos and Sh’tan were having trouble with their own battles: Au’Torms’ creations threatened to overwhelm them. M’Inchros aided them with a last minute aid, but at a terrible cost. When the armies retreated, they took T’R’Nos as prisoner

During the night, the battle raged on.  A counsel of war was held with the remaining Avatars and M’Inchros.  Am’cha blamed M’Inchros for the invasion, saying that he was a spy claiming switched alliances.  As he was talking, the real Avatar walked into the room.  The imposter rippled into Di’Mol and stabbed the Avatar in the chest, retreating into the battlefield.   Am’cha was rushed to the healers while everyone else worried what would happen next.

They found out the following morning.

T’R’Nos appeared in front of the gates, demanding sanctuary.  Due to the torture he went through, he was horribly disfigured, his body warped due to the infernal forces that was used.  But, according to him, he didn’t give in.  He fought as best he could, and escaped the camp that he was situated in.

Expecting Di’Mol again, they tested him for any sign of duplicity, but found none.  He was then admitted to the healers where they found out just how much he was changed.

Meanwhile the remaining Avatars lead their armies against the opposition.  Due to D’Volx, the city was again overrun with his demonic hordes, which M’Inchros battled against.  During the fight, he taunted the reformed Construct that their final loss was happening even now, and that nothing could be done against it.

M’Inchros suspected the worst, and he rushed to the healers’ shrine. His worst fears were confirmed: T’R’Nos turned traitor. His disfigurement was a disguise to hide a potent vial of Au’Tom’s plague. No one knows the reason why he did so, or the reason why was lost to history, but he released it to doom the city.

No. 4: Escape

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The maze was filled with myriad endings, an infinite of escapes out of and into what was deemed The Outside. No one knew what these bricked walls and pathways lead to, or if they went anywhere at all. Not even the creator, long deceased, knew where all the pathways went. All he knew was that they lead to the middle and that the middle lead to the outside.

So he claimed.

In fact, the ancient labyrinth held more dangers than the inventor anticipated. When he made it, he asked Lord of the Evening, Mor’Chai, to bless the construction and the workers making it. To his horror, the Lord answered the prayer, not only killing all the workers but also collected their souls to sculpt demonic grotesques that preyed upon anyone who was foolish enough to willing to traverse in there.

During the War, the g’zhal’mor’chai, literally “The Night Path”, was used to great effect. Prisoners were imprisoned there, put into the middle of the assembly, and forced to escape. Many did not, as they were tortured and killed by the demons imprisoned there. One of the prisoners found how to harness the creatures for his own use. The scrolls do not record what happened next, but many records speak of the person was of much interest of the Church after the event. He was later known in infamy as D’Volx, the Summoner.

When the War was over, a few of the head priests argued what was to happen to the building, but they were killed off before anything was agreed upon. Even now, the Path is lost to the centuries, the location forgotten and the information regarding it now taken as stories. However, we have been receiving reports from the Trilsa region about a new archaeological find….