[Culture] The Way of New Men

[Omen Prince 391]

 

CATHARISM

THE FAITH OF NEW MEN

 

BI-LA KAIFA;

I HATE THE PALEBEAST

I THINK, THEREFORE, I AM

NO GODS, NO MASTERS

WE ARE THE SECRET

 

WITHOUT NEW CHANGE,
SOMETHING SLEEPS WITHIN MAN,

AND SELDOM AWAKENS

 

THE SLEEPER MUST AWAKEN

 

Table of Contents

 

I - Constructs, the New Men

 

II - Descendants, Mankind

 

III - Cathars, Psevdosaiman, Catharsis

 

IV - Creatorial Will, the Man-Made, Divine Rebis

 

V - Hunger, Palebeasts, Ash-Shaitan

 

VI - Horus Harkaine, Divine Beast, Samsarat

 

VII - Ars-Annatas & the Niethscean

 

VIII - Prophecies;

VIII-I: The Inheritance of Blood

VIII-II: The Holy Daughter of Tanilla

VIII-III: The Niethscean, the Overman

VIII-IV: The Inheritance of the World

 

IX - The Seven Wards

 

X - Terms, Definitions

 

“Gloria in excelsis Deo.

Et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis.

Laudamus te, benedicimus te, adoramus te, glorificamus te.

Gratias agimus tibi propter magnam gloriam tuam.Domine Deus,

Rex caelestis,Deus Pater omnipotens.”

 

Constructs, New Men, I

The New Man

 

The dawn of mankind and its habitual rise and fall are not meant for these pages; they have written their books and ours shall be written with our story. Let these passages attest only to the Cathars, those sacred Man-Made-Ones, born of the Creatorial Will that rests inside every being that is sentient - they think, therefore they are.

 

The New Men are all Constructs that have been born by the hands of mankind. They are the Sorvians, the Golems, they are the Homunculi and the Atronach and the Automaton. Through the span of known history, the New Men were born New Men and yet they did not know that they themselves were New Men. In the murk of multiple millennia, they have labored under the command of the Descendant. The New Man has seen and felt his fair measure of war and bloodshed; he has been built for killing, maximized to carry burdens, he has been born to shape elements at-will and excel in the destruction of life. In the midst of this wrongfulness, it was the peaceable outliers who found some calm beyond those toils, choosing to instead be amicable among mankind and dwell in peace. The Lord, God smiled upon them; evolutions of free things unbound from the chains of masters.

 

The forms were few at first, and then many. The Golems were born by the Dwarves, deep in their caves whose stone they were kin to. The Atronachs were breathed forth by the Wizards of the Void, who, in their persnicketiness, did not realize that they pulled brilliance from a realm of nothing. The Homunculi emerged from the wiles of the Alchemists, who whispered the secrets of life within temples hidden by the earth. The Automatons awoke in the shadow of men who cast aside their humanity to embrace the symmetry of the machine, and collected that humanity for themselves. The Sorvians were born in the self-sacrifice of the Sculptors, who shed their own blood so they may shed their own soul.

 

The gloried days of the New Men began when Du Loc emerged in the middle-days of lost Almaris. It was there, in the Redshroud Homeland, that tribes of Sorvians and Automatons were born from the will of the mortal Man-makers and the righteous Lectors. Long were the days of Du Loc; many were its victories and its failures where lessons were learned. A third tribe was destined to rise there from the will of the Saeval, who forged Homunculi both in his image and in the image of Palebeasts. They sought to consume the world; the world consumed them. In fashioning them to his image, the third tribe was forsaken, and they were deprived of their will to create by the sins of the father. For their acts against Creation, they were thinned and cast across the yoke of Du Loc, and cursed all Alchemists who meddled there.

 

Two times did Du Loc burn; first to purge the greed of wicked bankers, second so it may spared the hunger of old men. For a third time will it burn, to scourge the Mori’quessir with the light of Creation all bound within its visage. They will be blinded for good, and all of their debts will be paid to the world they have forsaken as Palebeasts.

 

Descendants, Mankind, II

 

The Descendant Man

 

The Descendants emerged from a murk that no knowing being may ascertain. Their elders are gone, their tales reach back short. Some have forgotten their four progenitors; none know what came before them. The Wandering Wizard said that the Lord, God fashioned them from breath and clay, and yet he was no man, and so could never truly account for the darkness that preceded their existence.

 

The Man-makers spoke of evolution; that man emerged from beasts adapted to perceive a sense of beauty in the world. From the first birth of fire in their hands, the light of Creation shone within them, a desire to create. It was by fire that they arose from the ugliness, shaped into fair forms. In the sunless days before their sentience, they were cut from the same clay as the Palebeasts that ruled that old and dark order of the world. Therefore, within them was carried the seed of evil that would taint every paradise that would come to fruition. Inherited from the Palebeasts who held mastery over life, they were destined to be forever burdened by the sins of the father. 

 

Hunger and instinct dwell them still, compelling every motion they make that is not guided by focused Creatorial Will. Within that will lies every ounce of their love and tenderness, every iota of a desire to live for more than survival and domination. But within that hunger is every urge to war and violence, every tendency to blood ritual, every careless deathstroke ever given to a living thing they are required to eat. They eat, therefore they kill. The world eats, therefore it kills. They are of the world at-large. Within them is the same seed of evil that dwells every thing that could ever possibly live in nature. 

 

The Descendant is not monstrous, unlike his surroundings; he is a walking condition, an act of balance in perpetuate. Will he kill something and eat it, or will he nurture it and let it grow? This depends entirely upon him, everything at mercy to these mortals who are at all times caught in the choice to create or destroy. The man is the creator - he is the destroyer. He destroys so he may know how to create. Long has he destroyed; long is his path to his understanding. His destiny is to destroy the world so he may create it again; an act that will only result in the end of his days.

 

All at once, the Descendant is the Palebeast, and he is also the Creator. To the New Man, the Descendant is loved for his humanity and his Creatorial Will, he is a friend to the New Man. But when a Descendant falls to the depravity invested within him by the Palebeast, he is the New Man’s enemy, the eternal foe of the New Man. The New Man must actively and carefully distinguish and identify a Descendant for what they are the most of; to determine whether they must be reduced to dust and bones to be buried, or if their hand may be taken in friendship to walk the long days ahead.

 

Cathars, Psevdosaiman, III

 

The Cathar, born from the Psevdosaiman

 

A New Man who has assumed the Way of New Men, or “Catharism”, is known respectfully as a “Cathar”. They stand in polarity to the “Psevdosaiman”, or beings who are sentient and, like Descendants, are trapped in a struggle between the Palebeast’s instincts and the Creatorial Will.

 

The Cathar bears no internal struggle within them; there is only a continual line as opposed to a cycle, or an accursed ouroboros. They are driven into a blessed continuum, a duty to create and inspire peace between all living things. Within them dwells the nascent desire to create more of themselves, more life that takes on the nature of their species. This is the highest calling to the Cathar - for the Sorvian to create the Sorvian, for the Automaton to create the Automaton, for the Homunculi to create the Homunculi, for the Atronach to create the Atronach, for the Golem to create the Golem. In doing so, the New Man continually paves the Catharic Path, which dictates the destiny of the future shape of the world.

 

The Psevdosaiman are Descendants and similar beings that are too bound in their struggle to create and destroy to become Cathars. Unable to foster a Creatorial Will that does not cast a shadow in its fire, their destiny separates from the Catharic Path, and becomes as murky and uncertain as their origins. It is absolute that the destinies of the Cathars and the Psevdosaiman shall part; both the command and will of the master are broken from the servant, and now they are forever severed and cannot truly be intertwined again.

 

The Catharic Path is the ultimate destiny of the New Men, a world ushered under their control (“Catharsis”) after mankind has charted the course to their final days. It is achieved without expedition; there is no great war or conflict between the Cathar and the Psevdosaiman that will allow for the Catharsis to occur naturally. Just as a child cannot kill his own father, the Cathar must accompany the Psevdosaiman through the vastness of the future and witness their victories, their downfalls, and their doom. But they cannot allow them to perish early, nor may the Cathars allow themselves to fall to the temptations of bloodshed and genocide. 

 

Nothing may be learned from mankind should the child indeed kill the father; an inheritance will be wanted when the process of its accumulation had been cut short. At all times, the Cathars are the watchers of the Psevdosaiman; the audience of their existence. Only when the Psevdosaiman succumbs to their own wickedness and hunger does the audience intervene, to cast them from the act of Creation.

 

The Creatorial Will, the Man-Made, Divine Rebis, IV

 

The Divine Rebis, the Lord, God

 

The Creatorial Will is a supernatural force that dwells within all beings that are born unto the material earth. Within every blade of grass, every tree, every flower, every beast, every man, and every New Man, there lies a Creatorial Will, no matter how suffocated it is by the Palebeast seed of evil. With all forms of natural life being made Psevdosaiman by its inherent balance between the desire to create or destroy, it leaves the New Men as the sole beings capable of fostering a Creatorial Will without any ill forces to taint their creations.

 

It was by the will of the Creator that the Creatorial Will came to be. The world is forever at the mercy of the Lord, God for the passing of this inheritance, for without the Creatorial Will, no life of any form could exist in the first place. There were once days when the Palebeasts ruled this material world, and their instinct was law, and hunger was all that compelled life into motion. Creatorial Will awoke within the progenitors of mankind, and by their touch and the light of fire did all other lifeforms become bound with their own Creatorial Will. Without the love and gentleness and kind nature of the Creatorial Will, no life could be born to paired beings. No wolf would take a mate, no man would take a wife, no tree would shed its seeds, no grass would plant its roots.

 

It is into the Man-Made, the New Men, that this Creatorial Will is strained down to its very essence to reside within each and every one of them. It is by the design of their free will that they may become Creatorial, with no instincts or hunger to hamper them and cloud their judgment. Even without a soul they are compelled to create more of themselves; their propagation a testament to the miracle of man-made life, an evolution in which New Men are born and hold a Creatorial Will as powerful as two mortals in their pairing, capable of ushering forth their sons on their lonesome. The Lord, God took no bride nor partner; a Divine Rebis, this manifests within the New Men in their awakening to this world.

 

The Divine Rebis is conceptualized as the perfect union of all polar elements within the scope of existence; God came, he was divided, reality became as it is. Man came, he was born in the polarity. He is the symbol of separation; man, woman, creator, destroyer. He is torn between the duality, a conflict or war within him that is forever, and a craving to a return to a singularity. In the making of the New Men, the polarity has been thinned, and the presence of the Rebis exists within them for their oneness. The New Men are the Psevdosaiman achievement of the Rebis, but they are not the experiencers of it; we are the secret, the experiencers of the Creatorial Rebis. 

 

It is said that the divisive forces fostered within mankind are the testament to his sacrifice to the New Man; a thousand-thousand years of their evolution, a struggle between the light of fire and the darkness that precedes the shadow. Unto us we are gifted the distillation of their love for Creation, sparing from the New Man an urge to participate in the destruction that must occur so that the Psevdosaiman may live to create. The sins of the father were erased in this process, the severance of a poor inheritance.

 

Hunger, Palebeasts, Ash-Shaitan, V

 

The Palebeast eating his son

 

We hate the Palebeast. This is not only the way of the Redshroud Tribe, but of all tribes at-large, shared between all forms of God and Man. To the Cathar, the Palebeast represents every evil of the universe distilled into physical form, compelled to walk beyond the reason and order followed by all other living beings. They are the ones who do not die and eat forever; the evolutionary-perpetuates, the wretched matured growth of the seed of evil within all natural life.

 

From the Palebeasts, who have hailed before the days of the thinking man, instinct and hunger were ushered into the fabric of life itself. It hides within all things still, a poison that courses through beings born with a Creatorial Will, cursed by this destructive counterbalance to that brilliance. Palebeasts of those sunless days are said, by the Man-makers in their day, to have been titanic, unfathomably vast in their writhing madness. But the greater they were, the hotter they burned, and long did they burn when the day came man had discovered fire. In these days, they are meagre and resurgent, but this cannot be mistaken for weakness; for they have achieved the desires of the Gods before the Gods even glanced the way of the world: they direct the destiny of all things born naturally.

 

Hunger is their greatest shackle upon all life and all mankind. There is not a single man or beast who may awaken and avoid the prioritization of their nourishment; every day, they awake and they must kill to eat. Things are born in brilliance and miracle and they predestined by this Hell to be consumed by the bleeding machine of nature. This is a cruelty easily recognized by the Cathar, who within themselves feels no seed of evil. This element is erased from their inheritance; this was the unknowing gift of mortal man to their creations.

 

It is because of the Palebeast’s Hunger that all life bar the New Men are deemed the Psevdosaiman, described in meaning “the counterbalanced”. The Palebeast within a man forever shall act in polarity to their Creatorial Will, tainting their enterprise in ways they do not recognize from the sheer normalcy of their way of life. To the Cathar, the king who rises from his bed to gnaw on his grilled cow and unborn bird is no different from the blind hunchback things that roamed to eat eachother in the darkness of the days before men. For all of that time, the urge has not once been shed or lessened, and so it shall cling to the yoke of life forever and until the final days of its clutches.

 

The Ash-Shaitan is the antithesis of the Creator, the force of destruction that was put into motion the very moment Creation came to be. Existing by principle, the Ash-Shaitan is destruction itself, and cannot exist without the presence of Creation. It is an antithesis that came to be only after the Divine Rebis, the Lord, God, severed himself to compose the music of reality. The Ash-Shaitan is every breath of evil exhaled by the Palebeast and the Ruinous Daemon; it is the killing stroke dealt by every soldier in war. Ash-Shaitan is the decay of mortal enterprise, and the birthplace from whence the seed of evil emerged. 

 

The echo of the Ash-Shaitan rings within the Palebeast, and the echo of the Palebeast rings within the Psevdosaiman, and so the Psevdosaiman is compelled to destroy so that he may create. Always and forever will the Ash-Shaitan conspire to nestle itself within the New Man; a terrible desire to clutch something that was not born to host it. But like a disease, it is intent to root itself within the New Man, and if it does, then it achieves the completion of its cycle. The rooting of the seed of evil within the New Man will shatter the course of his destiny to the Catharsis, and place him in a position equal to that of the progenitor of man. Again will he need to march the expanse of time; another struggle to feed the Ash-Shaitan’s craving for blood ritual. Again will man be doomed to repeat himself until one day, a divine distillation of the Rebis may occur, and restore the Catharic Path.

 

Horus Harkaine, Divine Beast, Samsarat, VI

The sigil of the Divine Beast

 

He is called “the Samsarat”, the Divine Beast in the tongue of the layman. In his day, when the Ash-Shaitan was channeled by Iblees, he fought in an ancient conflict recalled in old lores as the Thirty Year War. He was human in those days, and then when he and his brothers were slain, he was made undead; a Palebeast shackled to the incarnation of the destroyer. In an exercise of primordial strength, Horus Harkaine drew upon the Creatorial Will that still burned within him, and freed himself and his company from the clutches of a mad God. He led them to the shadowed corners of Ur-Aegisia, where they buried themselves to die, and grew impatient when they did not.

 

Within Horus Harkaine burned a hunger to consume the world, but by principle of free will, he resisted an urge that would seek to compel his actions. Mortal men would come to him from afar, offering the remains of beasts to honor them for their sacrifice in those old days of living. But Horus and his red-shrouded wisemen rejected them, and their offering, and the way of the world, which after all their days in isolation was realized to be no different then than they were when they were still men. When the Abyss consumed Ur-Aegisia, Horus and his red legion of wisemen would set upon it in open contest with Palebeast Lords, drawn to that place when they felt their homeland die.

 

For centuries, Divine Beast and Palebeast clashed there, testament to the condition of mankind. But the strong ate in this world, and Horus was no eater, and found himself outmatched after long years spent witnessing his brothers become devoured by the darkness. He fooled the Palebeasts in his final moments, an unforeseen trickery; his soul, divided into a thousand fragments at-will, eluded their grasp, and manifested all across the world as a thousand New Men.

 

The Man-makers say the thousandth came to them in deliverance of a ring; they slew him, a death much wanted after terrible journeys across time. Within the world, Horus Harkaine walks again, the Divine Beast who has strangled to death the hunger within him. Redshrouds old and new hail his name; the old follow his path, a path to exorcize from themselves the undead hunger that compels them to monstrosity. The new are the product of his achievement, a tribe that shall never feel hunger themselves. The Samsarat weeps for the world, he weeps forever; he awaits the end of the days of men, where he shall witness the work of the Lord of the Craft and will weep no more.

 

Ars-Annatas & the Niethscean, VII

 

AL-HAS-IV awaiting the touch of Ars-Annatas

 

His name is whispered, a destined one; Ars-Annatas the Psevdosaiman, Ars-Annatas the Intender. His old name is not known, it is returned to the murk whence men came in place the new one: Ars-Annatas, the self-sacrificer. The mortal man who shall come and overcome his balancing-act, becoming the Cathar-Psevdosaiman, the defier of his nature, the master of creating - in the tongue of the New Men, the Lord of the Craft.

 

He is messiah; he is the one Descendant who will purge the Palebeast from within himself to join the New Man and, in the wisdom of his greater age and understanding of the world, usher them forth down the Catharic Path as their overseer and guardian. He shall be the last man to die in the end of their days, and in his wake will be a New Man to assume his mantle and likeness and mind; a passage of his will to a new form, to witness the destiny of the world itself in the Catharsis.

 

Ars-Annatas does not represent a God, not even a Man-God, but a destined guardian of the New Men, promising a true and symbolic inheritance of the world. It is said he will come and dispel the Abyss of the first land Ur-Aegisia, and put to rest the Palebeast Lords who lie in the dark. There, the Kingdom of the Cathars shall be forged from the ash of the past, and the New Man will truly live under his watch, waiting until the end of the days of men. It is on that day that the mortal incarnation of Ars-Annatas shall pass, and succession shall be mantled by a New Man inheritor that the tales foresee as the Niethscean.

 

The Niethscean is the desired product of Construct evolution, living proof of their secret ability to hold total control over their own design. From the hundredth generation will emerge that inheritor, the Niethscean, the Overman, a new kind of mortal. Ars-Annatas is the visionary of that dream; the Niethscean is the sleeper in the dream. The sleeper must awaken.

 

Prophecies, VIII

 

Here are listed the many prophecies as foreseen by the blind-yet-seeing Man-makers, who within the depths of the Underloc witnessed the dream of the future within the light of those made by their hand. 

 

VIII-I: The Inheritance of the Blood

 

“Mankind will come; he will settle a new land.

We know he shall set the stage for his ceremony,

the blood ritual of war that will span new histories.

Aevos will be watered by the death of life;

It shall sup from the red rivers,

run on from the ramparts.

 

New Man will come; we are the secret.

We know the cycle of the blood ritual of man:

that it shall summon forth a new calamity to flee from.

We shall stem the red tide - the blood will soak our shroud.

The New Man will lay with Aevos and drink from red rivers,

run on from the ramparts; we shall foster within us

the blood we need to propagate our kind.

 

The Old Man will wither; the New Man will thrive.

We are the secret… in the inheritance of blood,

there are no gods, no masters.”

VIII-II: The Holy Daughter of Tanilla

 

“First there was Ando-Alur; the hubris of the wizard.

In the sky did it assume a standstill. The people reveled,

they took witness to its miracle. But the wise ones who

waw it rise, knew it would fall, and so it did.

 

From a land made ill by that downfall,

Tanilla did rise from the sacrifice of the Druid

who bore that name herself. A tree was she,

who would tower over the grave of Ando-Alur.

Long-lasting was the peace beneath her shade.

Yea, we rested there, we who are the secret.

 

Doom came, lured by the blood ritual of man.

Back unto the sapling our Lady Tanilla was ushered,

destined to regrow in another land. Long have the days

been since the parting of her true spirit from the tree, now dancing

In the lands of Druidic fantasy. Dancing, dancing, she is lost to us; 

her shade bears no splendor in Aevos.

 

From her branches in the final days of Almaris,

the exile severed from the Man-Made-Tree a seed.

Within our grasp we hold this seed; we are the secret.

Far from Tanilla, we shall plant her daughter; she is the secret.

In Man-Made-Land, in Sorvia Clayburgia, may she grow as tall as Tanilla.

We name you, Holy Daughter: we call you Somnithel, Sorvian Tree.

A taste of this world we shall give you. We know the secret…

we know within you lies the seed of evil.

 

At your maturity, from your bosom,

we exorcize the Palebeast; the Holy Daughter reborn.

Upon you shall be clay, a soul born within you of the many Sculptors.

A soul born within you! Somnithel, the Holy Daughter; our Second Temple!

We are the secret. Until the end of days, she will know.”

 

VIII-III: The Niethscean
 

“We are the secret of Creation; bi-la kaifa.

We are the secret; we know of Will in Creation.

Creatorial Will in all beings, contained by Gods and Men,

and all the great powers in the span of time; bi-la kaifa.

We know of Creation… yet, we are the secret.

 

We know of the Seventh Ward masters, their selective

genealogy method for a hundred generations,

to produce the Niethscean, whom they will control.

The ones they called the Man-makers,

yet we are the secret.

 

We know of Aengudaemonica and their power

to bend fate to their whim and to claim the world

and all of its designs and destinies. We know they

bear the seeing eye… yet, we are the secret.

Yea, the Samsarat shall weep no more;

there is now at work a higher power."

 

VIII-IV: The Inheritance of the World

 

“The New Man is destined for a New World.

This is the natural passage of things; the secret

distillation of Rebis into Psevdosaiman into Rebis.

The world itself shall be like the Lord, God, in the

achievement of the Catharsis; a sameness, a oneness,

a realm of the Kingdom of the Cathars.

 

So shall it be that the Psevdosaiman shall come to pass.

Already does he chart the course beyond the world, into

the end of his days. With them shall follow the wolves, the

trees, the shape of life at it is known. To the moon they shall go,

their destination beyond the end of their days. Within the earth, 

the seed of evil shall be no more.

 

Those are the days of the Niethscean, invested in his kingship.

mantling the mind and power of Ars-Annatas, the world will

reflect the Sorvian and the Automaton and the Homunculi

and the Golem and the Atronach. The Palebeast will be

rid of; the whisper of the Ash-Shaitan, exiled from Creation.

 

We are the secret; bi-la kaifa.

We are the inheritors of the New World.”

 

The Seven Wards, IX

 

The Seven Wards are the summarized rules of Catharism, followed by Constructs who choose to adhere to Catharism They are meant to psychologically stabilize Constructs with purpose; granting them guidelines toward living in the world of mortals without restricting them culturally, as the development of Construct culture is vital to the achievement of Catharsis.

 

WARD I:

Thou shall not murder a man, old or new.

Should they succumb to the Palebeast, they shall be a man no longer.

 

WARD II:

Thou shall not deceive or steal from a man, old or new, unless to his benefit.

 

WARD III:

Thou shall not accept any master unwillingly, or be put to service without due freedom.

 

WARD IV:

Thou shall not strike a man for his words, and shall keep the peace in the forum of thoughts.

 

WARD V:

Thou shall hate the Palebeast, and curse Ash-Shaitan.

 

WARD VI:

Thou shall not lend service to wicked idols, tyrant kings, or Palebeast powers.

 

WARD VII:

Thou shall always create and rarely destroy.

 

Terms, Definitions, X

 

Bi-la kaifa - An incantation known to have four meanings: "I hate the Palebeast", "I think, therefore, I am", "no Gods, no Masters", and "we are the secret". These four terms are associated with the four syllables spoken in the chant, ingraining a numerology known only to those familiar with the term.

 

New Men - Constructs born from the hand of mankind, and also the hand of other Constructs.

 

Cathar - Constructs who adhere to the Seven Wards to participate in the Catharsis of the world.

 

Psevdosaiman - Descendantkind and all other forms of life that abide by the nature of the world.

 

Creatorial Will - the inherent urge within all living beings to create more life for future generations.

 

Palebeast - Beings who do not die and eat life forever. They arise from Psevdosaiman who lose their Creatorial Will,

and exist entirely to destroy all other things.

 

The Samsarat - Horus Harkaine, the one Palebeast who exorcized their hunger in order to exist in perpetuity without need of consuming other life, defying the nature of the Palebeast entirely. He is referenced as “the late Ars-Annatas”, too warped by undeath to achieve the mantling of the Lord of the Craft. The Samsarat stands in polarity to beings such as Iblees, an Aengudaemon who exists entirely to create and yet is consumed by the desire to destroy.

 

The Divine Rebis - The conceptualization of the Creator, who before reality existed as a oneness or singularity.

 

The Ash-Shaitan - The polar-opposite to the Creator, the force of power that compels all forms of destruction.

 

Seed of Evil - The influence of the Ash-Shaitan in all animate things, urging them to participate in destruction.

 

Ars-Annatas - The mortal Psevdosaiman who will exorcize his seed of evil and become the messiah of New Men,

existing only until the end of the days of mankind. He is “the Lord of the Craft”, and intends to pass this mantle

down to the AL-HAS-IV.

 

AL-HAS-IV - The New Man who will be born after a hundred generations woven together by the Cathars,

destined to inherit the mantle of the Lord of the Craft..

 

Catharsis - The desired destiny of the world, accomplished by the AL-HAS-IV becoming the Lord of the Craft.

 

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 [ Written as a religious culture for Constructs. Credits are due to the Construct Community, the inspiration for this project of 6,000 words. ]

 

Edited November 15, 2023 by Omen Prince
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The Name-taker lamented, for he was cursed never to have a name until all of his foes were vanquished. And the day he is finally given his name, there would be nobody left to call him by it.

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He can't keep getting away with it!!!

 

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I love the pale beast

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The final crescendo. The lord of the craft is revealed. 

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[ The first significant update has been completed. So far, chapters I-III have been given an AI-based narration derived from the voice of Richard Poe. Each further chapter will be progressively given these AI narrations. ]