Fyrstian Annales II

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Testament II

 

 

 

“Be careful what you wish for, because it may harken oblivion. Nothing comes without a cost.”

-- Book of Aemon

 

In those days of yore that came in the times before the Fabled Kingdom on the Horizon, the Descendants had oathed themselves to Iblees in pursuit of blessings that would allow them to adapt to the virgin world. It was not long before these gifts had grown apparent, for each of the Four had received the blessings they desired.

   

Aeriel looked on from the Heavens in jealousy at what Iblees had wrought. In her conceited jealousy she could not understand why Mankind so revered him. It occurred to her in moments filled with rawness and emotional tension that he had authority because he had acted as a provider. None else of the Aengukind ever had the gall to so audaciously assist those who came after them.

 

However, she too saw that his gifts had exacted a fierce toll on the Four and their offspring. Krug’s people were strong and honorable but they had been morphed in her eyes into a volatile warmongering abomination. The Elves had fallen prone to sloth and lust and simply resided in their Eden frivolously assuming they would live on forever. The kindred of Urguan dug deep beneath the earth and reached the bedrock, and that is what first raised her alarm. They had dug too deep and were on the verge of discovering something long buried.

 

To Aeriel this had to have been some intentional machination by Iblees to deceive her. After all, He must aspire to be in her image, does He not? If only that were true for in Aeriel’s debauchery and attempt to “decipher the Truth” through relentless gimmicks and misunderstanding; but what enraged her the most was not the Dwarves bordering on her dark power. It was what Mankind had done in their pursuit of greatness instead that infuriated Aeriel.

 

Man had sought His Fabled Kingdom, and it had begun to arise from the earth. There upon the highest peak lay the tallest tower to ever come and ever be, and it was so beautiful a work that even the Aenguls themselves shed tears of joy. Aemon and Daemon had been built upon the consecrated ground that a mere fifty years earlier housed the meeting between Iblees and the Four brothers. To commemorate the occasion, a plaque of a dragon’s face with its maw spread wise was erected atop the doorway leading up the steps of the blessed work of Mankind.

 

This was too great of an insult for Aeriel to bear and in her vainglorious rage she cast down those who opposed her to earth. Despite this, she could not hope to match Iblees with his boundless cunning and clairvoyance. She waited until the very last day of the Winter Eclipse before she acted out against Him, and had hoped her treachery would go unnoticed. It was obvious however that she had cast many of his brothers and sisters down to earth, and they either died or lived among the mortal kind now.

 

He, in His boundless mercy, attempted to talk sense into her atop the tower. But smitten with rage and malevolence unparalleled by anything in the world, she cast the tower down and let Him sift beneath the rubble for many years as he hoped to reach the surface. The many stones had fallen and half the tower had collapsed, digging Him into the ground. In His immortality, He could not die but the stones were immovable. He dug deep beneath the earth for years in his attempt to escape being entombed within the rubble forevermore.

 

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