A teraz coś dla maniaków fluffowych
Geneza powstania Uniwersum Aarklash - podaje ją w orginale, gdyż przekład mógł by zmienić wymowę tekstu. Do ciekawostek należy to iż można tam się doszukać (znając dobrze fluff swojej armii) bogów panujących nad naszymi nacjami.
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Dear Vistan,
Here is the transcription of a texte found on a small island off of Akkylania by the mage Kyllion the Elder.
The whole text was represented by a series of pictograms carved in an ancestral language,
doubtless with ties to Gheim Dialect or the Hermetic and Typhonic Numerical Circles.
The interpretative difficulties do not guarantee a perfectly valid translation, and thus extreme caution is recommended...
I hope that this modest transpositino will help you in your quest.
Your friend,
C.
Even Creation had to be birthed.
Time did not exist...
There was nothign but emptiness, infinite Void of possibilities.
Then came the Breath.
The Breath crossed the Void. Creation formed itself into many worlds. But these were too close and banged together,
creating an indescribable tantrum.
Then the Breath returned to its point of origin and the tantrum became a melody.
From this melody was born All.
All, charmed by the melody of the worlds, started to dream. The worlds started to order themselves,
the melody came to an end.
All opened it's eyes. Light flooded Creation, mixing with the Darkness of the Void.
From the meeting of Darkness and Light came forth Conscience.
From the meeting of Light and Darkness came Beauty.
From All's unfinished dreams came Inspiration.
All contemplated it's god-children and went back to sleep, rocked by the memory of the melody of the worlds.
Only Conscience possessed a shred of identity. Only Beauty had a form. At a loss of being incomplete,
Beauty and Conscience bound themselves to one another and exchanged a part of themselves.
Inspiration stayed alone, invisible to the eyes of its bretheren.
It's essence allowed it to change shape and identity at a whim.
Beauty and Creation wandered in Creation, discovering the marvels created by All's dream. Using their incredible power,
they awoke and named all creatures they met...all but Inspiration.
Inspiration followed Beauty and Conscience, discovering Creation after them. She renamed some creatures and
remodeled others on a whim, giving them dreams and nightmares.
Inspiration dreamt of Beauty.
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Thinking they had discovered and named all Creation, Beauty and Conscience decided to create by themselves.
They became one again and from their combined powers came three new gods, the Children of Felicity.
Conquest came to creation on burning wings.
Wisdom came naked, in her saddened heart was the secret of the measure of all things.
Desire was born like an excess of fury.
misshapen and insane. He sent all that crossed his path back to the Void and disappeared in a deep cave
where his own existance no longer tortured him.
Inspiration breathed dreams to the Children of Felicity and was caught in it's own trap.
Desire, stronger than all, stoked the dreams of Inspiration.
Conquest, with wings of glory revealed to him that Beauty would be his.
Wisdom broke through the secrets of Inspiration and taught him patience and resolution.
As Conscience tried to calm down Desire, Inspiration visited Beauty and made her his.
When Conscience came back from it's impossible quest, it saw that Beauty was full and radiant.
Fully understanding what had happened, Conscience felt the work of his three children,
yet knew none of them had been one with Beauty.
Conscience, weakened by his battle with Desire, discovered anger.
It promised Beauty that if she didn't tell the name of who she had been one with,
the birthing she was expecting would be painful.
Beauty, remembering nothing but the joy given by Inspiration,
could not say a word and gave birth to her two children in horrible pain.
Cycle came filled with pleasure and pain, even though it could feel neither.
Torment came upon the world covered with fresh blood and armed with a spear of pain. Wherever he went,
always misfortune would come before him and follow him.
Conscience watched the Children of Suffering, went into a mad rage and cursed Beauty.
She was banished to the end of Creation, in a place where Darkness was the sky and Light never came.
Inspiration came to Beauty in her dark abode and brought clarity. They had no more children,
for the fear of suffering and the curse of Conscience had convinced Beauty to never create again.
After anger, Conscience discovered pain. The pain that stems from doubt. It left to regain it's strength.
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The Children of Felicity and the Children of Suffering found themselves left to themselves.
Cycle and Conquest united without knowing the consequence of their action. And thus were born the four Children of Destiny.
Virtue and Vice were twins.
Neither good nor evil, both found satisfaction in taking the other's place.
Instinct caressed the animals and the plants.
Possessed by an incomprehensible folly, it could see through the masks of Inspiration
...but none but Wisdom could ever understand it and calm it down.
Hope was born with a mark on it's face.
Il mingled with the creatures to flee from the mocking laughs of the gods.
And the gods conquered Creation, shaping it to their wills.
From the Uncertainty between Vice and Virtue came discord. The gods opposed one another on the future of some creatures,
fighting about others, and destroying a few.
The gods waged war.
Beauty and Inspiration shaped the Darkness, giving them new faces.
They ordered their creations to go destroy all that Conscience held dear.
Conquest gave many names to beings, to be sure that they would never be entirely forgotten.
Desire welcomed wounded creatures in it's cavern, where a magnificent garden would await to rest in.
Cycle betrayed Conquest by stealing the first name of the creatures.
Torment was in every battle, at the creatures side, fighting parents or siblings.
Vice tried to unseat Virtue and tore out one of Virtue's eyes.
Virtue cursed Vice and changed it's shape so that they would no longer look alike.
Instinct was led astray by a simple creature. Il made it undergo a terrible retribution and cursed all it's descendence.
Wisdom watched Creation, unmoving.
Hope mingled with the creatures and passed off as one of them.
The war of gods changed Creation deeply.
The fury of the battles, the cries of the wounded and the groaning of the shattering worlds created a new melody
which troubled the sleep of All.
All awoke.
The Breath came anew.
The worlds were separated by uncrossable frontiers.
The melody of the End of Creation was thus suspended. The gods were all banished, each to a Kingdom.
And thus came forth Time, scourge of the gods.
Every creature recieved a spark of their divinity and each god recieved the worship of a race.
All but Inspiration who had not been seen.
All but Hope who had been forgotten.
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Creation took shape a second time.
The gods spoke to the creatures who had faith in them.
They predicted that the melody would start anew someday and that only the most devoted would survive.
Conscience gave them faith and will. Beauty incarnated the nightmares and dreams of Inspiration.
Conquest gave the fire of knowledge to his faithful and Wisdom gave justice.
Cycle taught them the real names. Torment gave them steel, honour and war.
Virtue offered the treason of mercy while Vice revealed the splendor of shadows.
Instinct granted the bounty of nature.
And the spectre of war resurfaced. But this time, the gods were no longer walking the earth of the creatures .
