THE MOUNTAINS OF THE GODS 3712 BCE
No one knew how the words became, or who wrote them into the stones of the mountains. But by time, design, and misfortune, the glow of their ethereal origin had long faded before anyone found them. They lay scattered across the peaks of the Tandor Mountains, subjected to the blustering winds of summer and frigid storms of the winter for longer than any other stone of their kind. So, when the first of the Tandor people picked up the curious stones, it sparked to life intrigue they’d never known before, and they gathered the rest. Soon, there was a whole collection covered in fantastic and strange markings.
Like a puzzle, the lines met up with one another and formed a greater image. It wasn’t one any Tandor understood, so they took the message to the three great Mountain Gods, the guardians of all they knew: Viashuana, Ma’anihapu’a, and Mulsvada. Delighted at the sight of the stone, they brought the Tandor together and taught their meaning. This was when the people of the world learned their first language, the language of the gods. And for every day, and month, and year, and for every generation after, they passed down the story scribed on the stones left on the highest peaks of their beloved mountains.
As time wore on and the people of the world divided, few mouths spoke the first language and told the first great promise of the gods who’d made them. The people corrupted and turned on one another and war became them. Ashamed of the endless tragedy and suffering born of wickedness in the hearts of those they’d once loved, the great Mountain Gods turned away from the people of the world and fell to the night of eternal slumber. And the message they’d once taught, eroded until all that remained was the very last part of the greatest story ever told.
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Old Styxin
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STYXIN COMMON
Priniches promises, Chinge qwominege, chesis Astixis
Xomepeletese Siqwules, Giphu Rinege chewil
Pures beludes e Tserepanetines chise chesis
Puhisen e puhisen, belise e belise
Tsaqwuriphise, wunise e phutire
Bhos shen sapheses, Wiphes bhos taken
No astixins shes giphu, Dateru e Gadens
Chis name ches sharen, mane losen chen taken
eDege e Astixins-Astixis, behonede Sichis,
Astixis liphe
eLewase eLiphe, eLawase dinege, Astixis wilebe
Astixis stestixin, parete astixis donote
Chis sole shes hase, here harute ches kepen
Astixins belude, eLewase-eLewase, lasete to be
Peroteqwetedis Wureme, sete chimes fure shes
duse
Qwurenes shes qwominesen, perises ches peses
Sacharuphise, Astixins Chinge name
COMMON
Our promised prince, our coming king
completes the circle, the unbroken ring
pure is the blood of the serpent’s kiss
poison for poison, bliss for bliss
once and future sacrifice
save the boy and take the wife
daughter of the gods, no children she bears
for all he lost, his name she shares
Edge of the world, beyond the skies
all that lives, always dies
Endless over, they never part
She has his soul; he has her heart
eternal our blood, the last to be
protected is the Wyrm to set it free
our queen, she comes, pays the price
The name of our king, Sacrifice