The bard speaks slowly, the story I'm about to tell you is about those who we call gods. Listen carefully lads, as this is the true story… and no elder ever remembers about this story since the beginning of the abandonment era. Only the chosen one such as myself knows the truth of the beginning era because I read the book of old days glory in our library.
Long ago, in a time before thought, there was only a globe in which all creation was mixed in the whole multiverse. As there was nothing with which to compare it, the globe was big and small, dark and bright, everything and nothing. One Quadtrilenials as the time of stars begin to shine, the single globe separated into many single universes and one is our world.
Over a hundred million years, the globe began to grow, and eventually, two powers slowly began to form within.
As they grew, the powers developed consciousness and ego and separated into light and darkness. The light formed as a female and called itself Ivhir. The darkness formed as male and named itself Eztess.
These two beings marked the beginning of the entire universe of sylgarth, and all that we know today.
Ivhir and Eztess slowly learn to combine their strength to break out of the globe.
In this action, the globe was shattered into pieces of all kinds. Some pieces rose to become Sky, some fell to become Ground.
Between Sky and Ground, there was Water, and some parts of the Ground rose to become Land.
The soul of the globe was named Aether, also shattered with the breaking of the globe. This brought the various animals and plants into being.
"Genesis Creature" was formed from this soul, and the race of giants was the best of this kind. They were known as the Aspect Soul, for their intelligence was as great as their strong bodies.
These giants promised to keep faith in Ivhir and Eztess, as it was the actions of the two gods that created their life and the world we reside in currently.
Ivhir and Eztess were satisfied with the giants and appointed them to be the masters of all living creatures. This was before death and true paradise existed.
Ivhir and Eztess gave birth to many god-children between them. The first five of these children were empowered with the authority of the sylgarth. The eldest daughter, Vexira, was in charge of water.
Hearing the story and the mention of Vexira, Aiden then perks up his ears to listen more attentively while thinking. “ Aren’t Vexira's existence erased from the memory of everyone in Sylgarth? Who is this bard? Or are the gods in Titanoire lying to me when they say that her state of existence has been erased from the memory of the people of Sylgarth? I need to find out more.
The bard continues his story…
The eldest son, Brosk, controlled the fire, and the second daughter, Dearus, controlled the land. The second son, Eurus, became master of the wind. For the youngest, Allyse, no elements were remaining, so she created poems and music. While the other gods were busy with their responsibilities, Allyse wrote poems and serenaded them with music. And thus the era of the gods began and there existed no place on earth unknown to the gods.
Everything is in order, his story is also the truth that has been taught to me when I was still a kid, exclaimed Aiden internally. He is telling a true lost history...
Aiden’s eyes were glued to the bard intently.
The bard, sensing that the audience stays and keeps listening to his story with greater interest, continues the story...
Let us get deeper into each god first, the bard speaks with tones engraving the minds of his listener more and more. Ivhir was the goddess of creation and created forms using her spirit. Her children used their powers to create life from these forms, As it seems that with her power she created the giants.
Vexira was a much respected and vastly celebrated goddess before her fall. Water, dreams, and thoughts are dominant elements, this divine being is associated with her and people tend to see her as irrational and calm. contradictory but coherent, just like the embodiment of water herself.
Often depicted as small, meager, pretty, and terrifying, Vexira is usually worshiped through gifts and oaths.
There's one true place for those in pursuit of the aid of Vexira, but pagodas and tattoo symbols are probably the most common form of worship.
Aiden was truly astonished this time. The revelation and story from the bard are so accurate that it gives him shivers all over his body at that moment. Rena then looks at him with a frown.
The bard then takes something from his pocket and blows it towards the fire. A symbol then emerges instantly but fades two seconds later.
This is… how… that is the mark of Vexira, it is supposed to be lost. Aiden's mind is full of questions.
The bard continues… Her worshippers are quite numerous and tend to come in the form of rangers and hunters and it's them that are most favored by this goddess. Provided the right gifts and oaths are made.
Vexira does not need lovers. This just empowers the guidance she may provide, but lovers require dedication and attention too. Vexira instilled the spirit of water into the first form that she created. This is how the race of elves or later known as Sylvaries was created.
Aiden tries hard to compose himself knowing that several eyes are looking back at him when Sylvaries are mentioned.
A kid then asked. “ Bard sir…, aren’t sylvaries the creation of Allyse? the youngest god? this is what the people believe, and there is no record about the one that you speak of… you are just making stories up...
Patient young one, patient! the truth might be veiled because of the time immemorial but still, the books will record the truth, are you not believing in what has been written by the ancestors before? patient boy… let me continue the story… The adults then share some drinks among them as they wait for the bard to take a drink too.
Now, the first son, Brosk is a vastly praised and deeply admired god. Rebirth, tradition, and gold are dominant elements this divine being is associated with and many think of him as punctual and balanced. Often depicted as giant, slender, old, and bright, Brosk is usually worshiped through sacrifices and oaths.
There's no preferred place for those in pursuit of the aid of Brosk, but handheld symbols and small altars are ideal to increase your connection.
Worshippers are infrequently encountered and tend to come in the form of masters and soldiers, but all others are welcome to seek the aid of this god. Even when the right sacrifices and oaths cannot be made.
Brosk has countless lovers, but the main one is Bynera. This only fuels the power Brosk could potentially provide, but united lovers stand strong together for that is what Brosk seeks from his followers too, Unity.
He instilled the spirit of fire into the second form that was created. This is how the race of Draugr was created, bearing the trait of Brosk. High Draugr are Mighty and Strong, but also love to have many lovers and offspring.
Now, the one called Dearus is a deeply obeyed and greatly regarded god. Riches, knowledge, and advice are vital elements this divine being is associated with and he's often considered to be warm and greedy.
Often depicted as small, muscular, fair, and elegant, Dearus is usually worshiped through pledges and alms.
There's one main place for those who seek the assistance of Dearus, but altars and homemade shrines are part of everyday life now.
Worshippers are abundant and tend to come in the form of philosophers and the elderly and outsiders are often less welcome among followers of this god. But make sure the right pledges and alms are followed if you are one of his followers.
Everyone seems entranced by the story, and their attention is glued to the bard.
One by one, the bard continues slowly… Dearus does not need lovers. Which only fuels the power Dearus may possibly provide, but a god on their own is still vulnerable despite their godly powers. He instilled the spirit of earth into the third form. This is how the race of Mechari was created.
Eurus instilled the spirit of wind into the fourth form. This is how the race of Terris was created, this race seems to be lost in time in our current timeline. It was very hard to find them now.
Allyse is a vastly respected and hugely trusted goddess. Destiny, plants, and spirits are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and he's often considered to be practical and lovable. heritage and dance are dominant elements this divine being is associated with and most would describe her as charismatic and clear-headed.
Often depicted as little, slim, young, and colorful, Allyse is usually worshiped through oaths and sacrifices.
There's no preferred place for those craving the power potentially given by Allyse, but worn symbols and carried symbols are probably the most common form of worship.
Worshippers are quite numerous and tend to come in the form of outlaws, bards, and minstrels, but welcome are all among the followers of this god. Even if the right oaths and sacrifices cannot be abided by.
And, the last one, the one you mentioned before young boy… Allyse has a couple of lovers, but the main one is Putia. This only helps focus the power Allyse could provide, but she is the god that requires no aid after all. Later she took over the Silvaries when Vexira abandoned them due to grief and imprisonment.
You might have much to ask… but still remember.. the night is not young anymore… we better disband the story and continue later if fates still bound us together…
The bard ended his story and left the crowd with no sound. He goes to another corner of the village and gets to sleep next to an abandoned old house. Everyone then leaves the central area one by one...
Aiden and Rena slowly leave the central area, returning to the tavern. A lot of things happened to fill Aiden’s mind at that moment. He became restless that night.
Allyse took over the sylvaries now? How come? I need to go back to sylvari village as soon as possible now. Maybe I can find the answer. Everything is so messed up here.
Aiden is lost in his sleep before Rena wakes him up. “What’s up Rena?” “The village is surrounded, be prepared” Aiden quickly moves up and perks up his ears but finds that the village is quiet. He tried to smell the air outside… “This smell… this is bad, it’s Lizardmen.” Ambush!! Ambush!! The town guard screamed before he was shot down from the sentry tower. Suddenly the sound of Bell rang as the lizardmen swarmed the village. Every fighter and able bodies on their feet started to fight and repel the Lizardmens. Apparen
The bard some times later, came and woke Aiden up when he saw him under the tree after the sun set high up.“Young one, you were something else indeed last night, do you want me to continue last night's story? I am about to depart the village tomorrow, I will tell you the last part of the forbidden story of gods before I go…”Awakened from his sleep, Aiden looked back at the bard and nodded, please.. continue your story…The bard then sat under the tree and started to retold the story…Eztess was a god of destruction. When he saw the work of Ivhir, he became curious and jealous. He imitated Ivhir and created a form in his own image. Ivhir and Eztess searched everywhere in the continent and finally found the lake in which Allyse was hiding."Allyse, look what happened because you avoided your responsibility. You are destroying the harmony of this continent that we created with all of our efforts. I will not tolerate it if you continue to disobey me." Ivhir was so enraged that her eyes burned bright with roaring flames.Due to the floods, countless giants and living creatures departed to Vexira's underworld. This made Ivhir very envious of Vexira. Trembling with fear, Allyse ended up surrendering to her mother. When Allyse took over her authority to adjust the waters, the disasters gradually ceased. However, it was impossible to restore the continent that lay in ruins.When sensing the power of AllyStrife Of The Eclipse Lost History continues pt.2
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