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 IF YOU SEEK TO CREATE AN AZULYTE CONTACT @ThatFunkyBunch OR @ColonelKuehl1.
༒☬Azulysm☬༒
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"Our cousins speak of us like plague rats, yet they know nothing of us, of our struggle. The high elves, who indulge in their silver, their spires, their arcane hedonism. The wood elves, who fled to the deep woods, debasing themselves to be little more than savages. The other elven races embrace their nature. Why shouldn’t we? Why must we, the ashen kin, the pariah folk, fight against what we truly are?”

 

~Primarch Azul

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Azulysm was born in the Era of Magara’lyn, shortly after Azuls diplomatic missions to the Maly’Aheral and Maly’Ame. The Aheral drowned themselves in arcane hedonism, whilst the Ame debased themselves like savages in their forest.

What of the Maehr, The Ashen Pariahs? They had adopted a perverse mockery of their original intent, drawing in from the Ame, the Aheral, the Uruk, and Dwed. The quest for knowledge bled into religious zeal and fear. Turning their backs upon Malins plan to defend the mortal races from the games of the Gods high above and upon the world.

Prompting Azul, son of Velulaey, grand child of Malin to create the Azulyte order. Were they not entitled to their birth-right? The throne of Malin himself? Why must they hide themselves in the earth and stare up at a cruel, unpitying moon?

Created during the age of Magara’lyn, the Azulyte was both an advancement and mockery of Velulaeys’ order of Velulytes. Priestess with fanatic devotion to the Spirit Luara. The Azulyte would embody the original intent of the Maehr. Research, and study of the divine, the arcane. For the continued combat of their machinations upon the material realm.

༒☬Azul Enagok☬༒
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Reborn of Ash and Crimson’
When Velulaey refused to see reason and a means of freedom. Azul took the burden upon himself. Killing his mother and beating the drums of War. Crops were the first to go, hungry people are needy people. Next city blocks were taken, true violence only began when the Azulytes were attacked in cold malice. There had been no need to draw Maehr blood. But as is common in Maehr history, they turned upon each-other. Rage drove the Azulytes, who sought only freedom from a pact made on their behest.

They would lose the first war, the Vindicators proved to overwhelm them. Many fled for the surface. Others took to suicidal rampages to burn books and tomes upon the Maehrs new founded religious devotion. Fighting down to the last, until Uradas stormed Azuls keep. Dragging his son to a cruel fate. Though once again, Azul did what others could not. A final piece of the puzzle was granted. When Luara revoked her influence upon Azul, insanity shattered Azuls mind. From the curse Luara held at bay. If the Maehr needed Luara to remain sane, time was required for the Azulytes to find means to revoke this curse themselves and remove their shackles to the Gods. Luara had given them but one gift. All Maehr now shared the same appearance. Ashen skin and eyes of gemstone, allowing the Azulyte to blend into the crowds of Luaranytes.

They fled to the cities of their cousins. As the Maly fled their homeland, the Azulytes broke off. Finding refuge upon one of the many uncharted islands in the chain of islands around Malins domain. An isle of crimson rock and sands. Salt flats and geysers of sulfur.

Upon ancient Azhl, the Maehr found doom. Thus the Azulytes named their new home Azul Enagok. Roughly translating to : To Fall Beyond.

Upon Azul Enagok, the Azulyte is educated on the true nature of their condition. Their curse must be honed. True serenity lies in acceptance and utilization. It is a blade, which must be trained to serve its wielder. The brain is like any other muscle, neglect will see it grow frail.  The true Azulyte only recently begins to emerge from hallow Azul Enagok. Connecting with the discarded Maehr and those which hold Luara in contempt or social rejects which claim the name Azulyte as means of rebellion against Luaranytes. Re-connecting them with their roots. They lost their battle before, because they were weak. Believing open war was the only way.

The Azulyte re-engages their ancient feud. Their Luaranyte kin are not the foe, Luara is. Physical conflict must be avoided, for the war they battle is one of mind and soul. The very fate of their people hangs by threads. Submit and be slaves, or revolte and gain freedom.

༒☬Cultural Beliefs☬༒
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Contrary to the propaganda which arose in Ker’nor before and after the distant Maehr relearned of Magara’lyn, Azulyte society is not one of rampant murder and debauchery. History has shown the scattered Azulyte to be one of violence and evil. Lacking proper guidance from Azul Enagok, (which remains hidden on charters and maps to avoid the wrath of the Remnant of Magara’lyn or modern zealot Luaranytes.) The wayward Azulyte is left with no defense, spurned by an ancient curse and Luara. They are doomed to wander the world, inflicting pain for they know no other means of expression. Azulytes from Azul Enagok spread their beliefs of the Three Truths to these wayward Maehr. 

 

Akin to Luarnyte culture. Azulytes place heavy praise on their Ancestors. Most within the Moz Strima now, wandering the Soul Stream or worse, trapped in Gundar Broshan. Worship of ancestors ranges from Pre-Magara’lyn, to the area of Maehr that were sent from Malins Empire with a divine purpose to travel the world and arm the mortal races with the knowledge to defeat Gods.  Azulytes place heavy emphasis on the Ancient Maehrs duty to Maly kind. The Ancient Maehr failed in this task, cursed to insanity for their actions. The modern Azulyte picks up the mantle where their progenitors left off. Equipping themselves to not only save their fellow Luaranyte Maehr from their enslavement, but further expand this freedom of power to the rest of the mortal races. Offering salvation to those that do not realize they need to be saved.

The Three Truths.
Aeylul Aher Ylarya: Knowledge Gives Power.


Knowledge is the root of all Maehr culture. The Azulyte praises knowledge of the world above all else. Knowledge grants power.

Ylarya Har’luth Uhv’lye Kathir. Keraak Maluan Ygne: Power Conquers the Foe. Peace Forgives War.


Power is required to grant freedom to the Maehr and mortal races. Few paths offer true power to challenge the divine. Peace Forgives War. This is to say, the actions and cruelty of war are forgiven once peace is achieved.

Keraak Sau Zkora: Power is Truth

Rather simple. Power is equal to truth. As Power is the ruling authority of the cosmos. 

 

Chitin: Chitin holds an important value to the Azulyte. To them, it represents the ability to adapt and overcome. Rarely will an Azulyte utilize metal or stone if they can afford to avoid it.

Ichor: Blood is the true currency of life. Nearly all living things bleed, and even the Gods are said to have blood when manifested in the physical form. It is the great equalizer, and reminder that the Gods are not beyond morality. As most beings bleed red, Azulytes tend to favor the color over all others. They are to be like the Ichor of the world, in constant motion.

Shrines: Be it to serve a means to an end, to honor an ancestor or make physical representation of an event. Shrines are crucial to the Azulyte, serving as psychic mediums that allow the mind to move beyond it’s norm. A beautiful or horrific shrine invokes emotion. These emotions are proof that one is truly alive. Even the most jaded of beings display some range of emotion. It is another great equalizer.

Magic: Deific Magics, Material Magics. Power is power, to be gained by any means. The Azulyte is not one that can afford to be ‘A Picky Eater’. Any weapon and tool available to be utilized shall be utilized. Though use of Deific magics that does not directly scorn the Gods is seen as taboo, some Azulytes still utilize these tools on the Material Plane.

༒☬Moz Strima☬༒
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The Realm of Power
Cursed and forsaken, the spirits further pushed their ire upon those that dare sought freedom from their ways. As Gods are ought to do, they created a prison for these mortals. Azul and his followers were casted into this dark hell, to await the end of time in suffering.

Seldom, a shaman would venture into this dark land whilst it was still apart of Stargush’Stroh. Trading pacts for knowledge. The Azulytes of Azul Enagok were no different, using deific pacts to gain communion with their ancestors. All this was to change, when Yxul and Ykara made a pact with Xenu. The Moz Strima was ripped from the clutches of Kor. The Inferi could run free and wage their divine war in the heavens.

No longer would they need to lie to Spirits to gain access to the ancestral domain. Now they could summon forth their ancients to once more serve the Divine Plan of Azul. Fallen Spirits given naught a chance for salvation. If the Aenguls, Daemons, and Spirits would not grant a chance for paradise in their temporal realms. The Azulyte would force their hands to create one.

More than aware of the violent nature of the Moz Strima, it’s undeniable right to rule the material and ethereal. The Azulytes seek ascension with their Ancestors. To raze the gods and create a new order.

Power remains absolute, power grants freedom. Where others see a desolate dimension of torment. The Azulyte see’s the true nature of the world reflected clearly. A weapon aimed at the divine, for even the rulers of Moz Strima are never safe. The Moz Strima does not lie of its nature, whilst Inferi may, akin to their mortal counterparts. The realm itself displays the true nature of the gods and mortal kind. There is only one true authority of the world. Power.

༒☬The Szyr’moethe Lunytaro☬༒
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'The Ascended Azulyte'

With the Moz Strima free from Kors gaze, Azulytes imprisoned since the fall of Maraga’lyn saw a means to be free of Shamanic needs and regain contact with their descendants. Whomst they knew would make eager servants for their machinations to climb the Inferinal Ladder within the Moz. Making deals with mortal Azulytes. The fact that their ideals align so made the process far more simple. As the past centuries has seen Azulyte Inferi revered as Fallen Spirits to be praised. Worshipped for the burden forced upon them for seeking freedom from Luara.

Where Luaranyte Lutuamancers see Muyakelg as beings of awe, wonder and divinity. The Azulyte views Inferinal Azulytes in the same fashion. Calling them Szyr’moethe Lunytaro. Translating from Vel’luah to Ancestral Architect. Where sacrifices will be gathered, feasts prepared, prayers, and festivals are hosted in honor of the Szyr’moethe Lunytaro. (Szyr for short.) The process of becoming one a sacred privilege to Azulytes of the modern age. Where death is welcome if it means they can begin their own climb upon the Infernal Ladder.

Non Syzr-Inferi are disregarded, treated poorly by both Azulyte and Szyr’moethe Lunytaro. The Syzr’moethe use this to their advantage when dealing with Azulyte Princes, as it means the Prince will rarely seek the summon or create Inferi that are not adherent to Azul. At near constant war with each other inside the Moz, these Inferi releash a unique chance to rebuild upon their late masters work or usurp him.

Seeking one day to bring the Dread Primarch himself, Azul, into the Material plane. To either consume him, or see if Azul has the mettle to command the respect of all his Azulytes once again.
If Azul is devoured, the victor shall lead forth a Holy War upon the material plane to shake the foundations and tempt the divine to interfere. If Azul remains upon his seat of power, he will lead the charge himself. 

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Supreme Azulyte and Patriarch of the Nightbane Clan, Sylvanor, prays to Xenu for power. "O Xenu, though Gods are not real, lend me your strength so I might one day reclaim Mugenjin!"

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