Fyrstian Annales III

[Fyrstian_Annales 16]

 

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Testament III

 

 

“Harken, thee, Iblis

Abysmal and cast down,

O’ Fiery Lord of War

Doth thou carry such rage in thy intrepid soul?

 

“Vital, thou art,

Emerging from rubble,

O’ Intrepid Lord,

Carry thee wits about, cast asunder.”

-- 1 Fyrste 4:15

 

Every action casts a shadow, each deed has an unequivocally tedious consequence. Man knows this better than most, and their hearts do not turn so easy. The ruminations of Iblees beneath the ground proved as much as the world fell prey to the insolence of a pantheon run wild and drunk with power. Ensnared within their net, Iblees did exact the craftiness and guile of a being ten times as fierce as He.

 

Every action casts a shadow, and every deed has consequence. Mankind knows this far better than most and their hearts are not swayed easily by lies and fabrications brought on by greed. As Iblees did ruminate beneath the ground, the world again fell prey to pestilence and debaucherous lies. A pantheon run wild and drunk with power due to the obsessions of a craven goddess, her brother-husband and her nephew-son.

 

Ensnared within their net, Iblees could not yet exact His vengeance, His punitive justice.

 

Iblees emerged from his earthwork prison that had cast him down into the deepest recesses of the earth for years. In her arrogance, her vaingloriousness and ego, Aeriel attempted to strike him down with the knife of a coward. With confidence befitting a knave so boisterously ill prepared and wretched, she let her guard down and was quickly found inclined to scurrying away like a feeble rat. The beady eyes of the Mongoose, however, never sleep and this peace was not to be.

 

She returned to the Heavens to where she could manipulate her brothers and sisters and stir them into action. After all, women of all walks were brought into existence half-a-man. Her godhood could not hope to change the sincerest and truest of all facts surmised by the Great One beyond. It is faith in Iblees that elevates one to their true potential. It can make men immortal, and make women too realize the potential of men.

 

Horen did not stray from his path intended. But his siblings were lulled into false security by the alluring charm and hexes of the weak-minded goddess. Unto Urguan’s scion she blessed the first of a cursed legacy; so emerged dwarves without conscience, without the resistance endowed by Iblees. These accursed beings would be the bulk of her army and as she threatened the woefully outnumbered Malin to submit, her gremlins poured across the virgin world reaving and roving all the eye could see.

 

And so the Covenant of Azdromoth and Horen was established, and the tribunal of deities that sought to put down Iblees’ majesty did so with seeming impunity. Xan, the Lord of Order, did proclaim a war upon all Dragonkin during the War for the Dawn until the End of Times that would never come; all for naught, for that cacophony of ill-attempted sorceries and infantile revolt would spawn an Idea of Evil for the Four Brothers and their lineage’s posterity for all years to come, for it is a cycle without end.

 

Inbred evil did extend from Mother to Son, as Xan the Scion did as Aeriel the Mongoose deviously ordained. Dragons were cast down from the Seven Skies, the skies turned red and the seas were cast red and foaming by the Demons’ devilry. For fear of what this would mean for the Mortal World and all He had created, Iblees was chained by Availer and Aeriel without recompense. Yet… beneath the surface slumbered the Black Titan, and He would free this world from temptation from the safety of his own prison in the Twisted Nether.

 

 

Immortui potest mori, non mentitur veritas immortui.

 

[argonian 14254]

((good **** dalek, keep it up) 

[osumanduas 1442]

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