by Naden » Tue Dec 31, 2013 10:56 am The Chronicles
“This Book [is] the most valuable thing that this world affords. Here is Wisdom; this is the royal Law; these are the lively Oracles of Jorb and Loftar.”
Ye' heathens, ye' heretics, gather, and rest thy eyes upon the sacraments which lie within this book. For thou hath sinned, thus, thy sins shalt bloom incandescence within thy souls. Hold these words, graceful in ethos, close to thy heart - and act upon them by day, for the radiant light which shines bright from thine eyes shall peer into the souls of the despaired. Unto these sinners shalt a dreaded tune be cast, which only the essence of our Lord may repel.
To Honor our Lords' Name and Virtue
Within our bountiful lands, purity lies a thing to behold. Our Lords cede us such a task - one of eminence - unachievable by the hands of the amiss. So to our tutelary and his people, we offer our oeuvre. Prayers shalt fill Thine Hands with love, Lords, for Thou hath filled ours with yours. Our vision stands plagued with awe, for Thou hath entrusted us with Thine Holy deed.
Genesis
A canvas stood before two deformed silhouettes; both pondered what was to be drawn upon it. One, the more revolutionary of the two Gods, took brush and paint in hand, and shed light upon the void darkness. A landscape was formed: terrain, slated, jagged, and various, with trees, apple spread rare among them. This was the first world; crude and without form, but Loftar had seen the fruitful nature of what his light had touched. It was through this seed Jorb was born, whose seed was identical to Loftar's, and Loftar saw that it was good.
But Loftar was not finished; So Loftar created the second world, and the third, then the fourth, and was not pleased until the fourth. It was then where he took Jorb by the arm, and fled the dimensions of his foul seed, for the prosperous nature of this universe had run dry. Thus, Loftar and his young had sought shelter beneath the aura of a new creation.
However, the fourth world's minions had multiplied, yet the firmament closed in upon the creatures within, for the land was not able to support the chaos which reigned on its thin crust. Through a mist, the fifth world was created. Then, the sixth.
But Loftar was embedded in the face of these worlds. He saw everything that he had made, and, behold, it was good. He had created man in his own image, in the image of Jorb created he him. Loftar had blessed this world, kissed the crust with his lips and his seed, and his fingers wove upon it an intricate beast which reigned over his delicate seedlings as they frittered away. But they worshiped him and his Jorb, for they had brought forth the world which they made theirs, and, thus, they owed their blessings to their Gods.
Loftar's soul had been split, and his Earthly beings pulled him away from his ponderings in an alternate universe. Neither had sprout into a thriving seedling, but each had been blessed by the Gods. It was here, in the seventh world, where Loftar returned, and continued replenishing his creation and having dominion over his blessed seed.
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Wrote this shit a whiiiiiiiiiiile back, decided to post it. Probably will never be continued, but I hope you enjoy it.
