Creation

[JoanOfArc 4604]

Creation

Written by Helinathe

 

Helinathe's depiction of the Firstborn in Paradisus.

 

“The Mountain that Flies, guides us to the Skies.”

-An old saying originating from the Horenian Kingdom of Paradisus

 

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To my brothers, Vithfrinaak and Gul'Sthyr,

I love you both dearly.

 

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I oft ponder these days on the state of the world. Having spent much time to-and-fro in various parts of Arcas and Almaris, you find yourself inspecting many, many things that none would even dare imagine. The woods of Elvenesse, the silver city of Haelun’or, the depths of Urguan, the metropolis of the Empire, and the vibrant Northern Kingdoms; these places bring out the life that Creation always was. A place of glory that mirrors God-in-the-Highest himself. Having taken time to think over such things, I have decided to write on Creation as so many have done before me, but with truth only those with knowledge of my Father’s teachings may truly understand.

 

At the beginning of time, God alone existed and he sat amongst an empty and voidless universe. He decided, on a certain day, that he wished to express his own glory through Creation, so he did so. He formed the various plant life, mountains, plains, oceans, and skies that we see even to this day. After doing so, he cast a bright light--- Siksta, or the Sun in the common tongue-- in the Heavenly Skies so many would be able to remember that their plane is one built not only by the Greatest of All, but one watched over by the Firstborn. See, this material realm that God created, he gifted its rulership to my Father, the Firstborn known as Azdromoth. He was tasked with protecting it from harm and from wicked ones that sought to destroy it. Beings such as the Accused Archdaemon.

 

Descendant-kind eventually came about through God personally creating both man and woman in the most perfect image at the end of Creation. Alas, due to the curses imposed by the Accused Archdaemon, all of descendant-kind has since fallen from this image, but beauty has since still is present within all descendant-kind. You see, for while my Father and his siblings flew in the skies wherever they pleased, they noticed Man. The children of Horen built cities that reached into the Skies themselves and gazed with awe at the draconic forms above. My Father descended to greet these men whose faith in God and loyalty in upholding Creation’s image for His Kingdom. So impressed was He, He offered a gift to these mortals-- a pact. After a gathering was formed, a pact was made with the children of Horen that they shall forever be protected in their time of need. He also took with him a few to turn into the saintly draconic men and women, he departed once more.

 

Creation itself brings out a joy, a joy that is this life.There is this notion prevalent amongst today’s Horenian culture that peace will never be found down below and may be only found within the Heavenly Seven Skies. This is folly, untrue. While the Accused Archdaemon did twist the forms of descendant-kind to designs not according to the  original intention of Creation, that does not necessarily mean Creation itself is inherently corrupt or lacking the fullness of Good. No, the beauty made by God’s hand is on full display for all to see at all times. Those who cannot see it merely lack the understanding of this with the busy lives they partake in.  They do not take a moment to gaze at their surroundings and embrace the goodness of this world. But do not forget that this world’s beauty is protected by the Firstborn and do not forget the purpose of this beauty is for His Kingdom and for God’s glory alone.

 

There are however those wishing to corrupt such a beautiful image for their own desires. The accused Aengul and his paladin followers wish to forcefully engulf the world in the accused Aengul’s wishes. He wants a world rid of its King and Protector and for Order to be replaced with tyranny of the heart. He is not the only one wishing to do so as well-- with many other aenguls and daemons creeping from the corners of Creation to implant their own wants onto the material realm. Must we allow this to happen? No. We must not. These devils want to turn our holy ground gifted by God into foul distortions and we must ever fight against them to protect it. That is why you must take up arms at the call against any foes that wish to ruin our beloved home. 

 

This is what all should know. To understand the purpose of Creation and to understand its beauty. To understand it is worth fighting for as our King has for all of its existence. Do this, and forever be blessed. For sainthood is attained this way.

 

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Through the Firstborn’s knowledge do we understand our homeland, revel in its glory, and forever protect it from those that wish to do it harm. By the grace of God and through the King of the below, the Firstborn Azdromoth, may we finally find everlasting peace in this life. Forever and ever and unto ages of ages, Amen.

 

 

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[Ryloth 4321]

Haskir peruses the document with a silent humm resonate in his throat as a wind ran through his hair upon the seaside he sat so calm. He pondered the text, its tale of creation- the beliefs therein that Helinathe spoke of. 

 

“The Mountain that Flies, guides us to the Skies.” He echoes, laying the writing to the side. 

[Endovelicus 613]

"Ya Mitra." Phanagoras exclaimed after reading the text before him, a crystalline glass filled with light beer in his hand as he sat by the shore of the Silver Isle. 

 

Moved by some inner force he began collecting sticks, making a big pile that he lit starting a fire. Reaching into his pocket the Rhenyari bull retrieved two small spheres of incense, his last two from his home. With a quick flick he sent the incense into the now blazing fire, a heavy scented smoke rising now. In that moment he mediated, for the first time in five years he prayed. 

 

The bird's chirped quietly, the sea lapped at the shore, the world moved yet Phanagoras remained in place. All was at peace. He was at peace.