Fire spread across the skies of Ulro howling war within its valleys, and the rushing falls were red with blood. Weeping on the wind was Jeriah, pouring his tears on forest and field and they withered from his weeping, so his sorrow spread the desert and his desperate fingers dug furtive graves instead of fertile rows, and so he sought to turn the woe of death into the woe of life, counting tragedy the bridge.
And so his specters arose a ghastly parody loved by neither, and they wandered in their lonesome ruin to sing half heard songs of terror in the shadowy spaces where they could hide from searching eyes who sought to look upon the shapes who uttered such unseen cries for self pity. Jeriah sought his lonely sons and daughters and his weeping ran dry, and there is no comfort for him.
Into Odessi’s judgement fell the wayward souls who drifted far from sense, even to be spurned by Topar who craved the company of the bent and broken. With pity and an ominous love she reaped them, those who in the ancient wars were burned and scarred and twisted in tragedy and grief. She brought them to her city fashioned in a way to draw the malformed with the hooks of her curious comfort.
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Her city grew and swelled as the wars around her raged, so that Nessus surpassed Zar Zafaran, though it was made for the spurning of beauty. Then Haleon called a truce and his brothers looked upon the bounty of their scorn with faces ghast, so that they feared the spreading of their poisoned specters from the power that came from their limbs, power that pressed their specters beyond what they could bear.
Haleon gouged his chasm around Nessus and he filled its depths with fire and the howling of nameless terrors, giving an ideal home to the specter born from his deepest fears, the red dragon Orak his son. Then Haleon returned in peace to his heavenly home, reveling in the emptiness of the place he made to celebrate potential. Through his deep crags he wandered, writing doom in his book of blood.
From self pity grew a new emanation to serve his aching heart, and the new specter rose to cover all in shadow while Haleon wept. Surtriana was driven from Rashomon and Polysomnus made the motions of a harlot upon Barrus, who left in sadness for the wall where he wandered weeping for the death of love. In such dolor was the New Light born. They put their wars aside to gather round the fetal bloom.