by Agrabaeus » Mon Feb 23, 2009 10:24 am
The First Race
Legend tells of a race of beings that occupied the cosmos even before the gods. Though no name has ever been officially attributed to this race of beings they have been called many things over the years: The Ancestors, The Old Ones, The Ancients, The First Born, The Old Gods and many others.
The legend has this race creating world after world and plane after plane throughout the universe using a level of magical power impossible to imagine. However, there was some great event that erased this race from the planes and no one knows that that event was. Perhaps they grew so powerful or evolved to such a supreme level of existence that they became pure energy and escaped to a different reality to continue their pursuit of perfection.
But one thing is certain: this race left traces of their existence on every world, in every plane in the multi-verse. Mysterious ruins and artifacts are everywhere and future races have often built the foundation of their civilizations around such places of power.
Some have speculated that this race of beings created the more powerful gods or are in fact the very gods worshipped today. Others say that this first race was one single being that divided itself and spread itself throughout reality for the sole purpose of creation and to experience life. This would explain the sudden disappearance of the race as the race of beings coalesced into a single entity. Perhaps it is that one being that created and oversees the gods as we know them today. But these are only legends.
Legend of Xymox, and Morgai’s Tomb
Some say that a single survivor of that first race continued to live among the planes of existence seeking perfection of mind, body, and spirit. This person was known only as Xymox and was said to be immortal in that he never aged.
Legend says that Xymox traveled the planes at will, spreading his teachings and wisdom to all who would listen. At the height of his cultural influence he created a civilization of beings that may have looked exactly like humans. These beings strove to be perfect in every way, hoping to attain powers as seemingly divine as Xymox himself. Through study, hard work, and with the assistance of Xymox this civilization is said to have lasted a thousand years. Near the end of this time Xymox once again traveled the planes, though this time he spread his people and their influence far and wide. They established themselves in the long-forgotten ruins of Xymox’s ancestors. These people rebuilt the cities and established centers of culture and learning in the hopes of rivaling the original inhabitants and attaining the perfection that allowed them to ascend or pass from this reality to the next, greater state of being.
Then came Morgai. Some claim that Morgai returned from that higher state of being and regained his mortal shape to do battle with Xymox for some great misdeed. Some claim he was a god created by the old race and was sent to rebuild the civilizations only to find Xymox meddling with mortal affairs. Others say he was simply a powerful mortal who nearly attained perfection himself and because of greed or envy sought to replace Xymox as the cultural and spiritual leader of the people. But regardless of his origins, Morgai raised massive armies and traveled the planes destroying all of Xymox’s work, slaughtering his people, and leveling his cities.
In time Xymox raised his own armies and battled Morgai in a plane known now only as Deslolation. Here it is said the souls of millions, perhaps billions of souls still battle for domination, though this dead world contains no living being or creature. In the end, however, Xymox is said to have surrendered rather than have all of his people killed to a man. His undying body was placed into a tomb on some unknown world, forever lost to mortals.
But Morgai could not replace Xymox. Whether he was originally mortal or suffered from never-ending wounds he received by Xymox’s own hands, his body began to age and whither away with time. But before he died he erected a tomb of his own, directly over the one he built and designed for Xymox. Creating his own guardians to forever keep his own soul at rest and to prevent anyone from re-awakening Xymox from his long slumber, Morgai finally died leaving barely a faint memory of his vile and evil greatness.
But the memory of Xymox, as powerful as the man himself, has lived forever. On nearly every plane of existence there are those who claim to be “Followers of Xymox” or “The People of Xymox” or “The Trueblood” who claim to be direct descendents of this mighty being. The main tenant of his teachings involves the single-minded pursuit of perfection. Different sects take this to different extremes and some even practice Eugenics, killing all among their number who show deformities of mind or body and selectively breed and train their people to achieve perfection.
Almost all of these sects seek to locate the tomb of Xymox where they believe their progenitor and god-king still lives, though entombed and helpless. They believe that Xymox will one day return to lead and to teach. Xymox will help them to achieve perfection that will allow them to escape this reality and enter into another, more divine state of being.
The Weapon of Peace
This story is so old there is even a legend that it was told by word of mouth from generation to generation during The Desperate Age when the written word was forgotten. This legend tells of a weapon created by one of the Sons of Creation, long before the gods created their worshipers. The youngest of the Sons of Creation was said to be the wisest of them all and had perfect knowledge of everything that would come to pass throughout all of time. He knew of wars and of death, of the rise and fall of civilizations, of the creation of The Old Gods and their usurpation by their children. He knew of the creation of the races and the planes and the ultimate death of all life at the end of time. But the driving force of all of this change and growth was war and death. Although he could circumvent death for himself, he was wise enough to realize he could not interfere with the death of everything and everyone else in creation. But he could do something to direct the path of the civilizations, their growth, their inevitable fall and rebirth. He sought to prolong the life of everything in existence. For this purpose he created what he hoped would be the ultimate weapon. Whatever being held the weapon would not only be unbeatable in battle, untouchable and invulnerable, but would be able to lead armies to victory quickly and decisively.
But it is said that the weapon itself cannot kill. The weapon passes through all armor and flesh, leaving both unharmed but forcing the target into a slumber from which he or she cannot awake for many hours. Holding the weapon in battle allows all other weapons, no matter how powerful, to pass harmlessly through the body of the wielder. The wielder would be ageless.
But only those pure of heart and purpose would be able to wield the weapon. Only the just, the kind, the selfless. As power corrupts the wielder over time as it inevitably will, the weapon would become useless to him or her. The weapon could then be picked up again by the right person who held those highest qualities of character and virtue.
In this way the youngest of the Sons hoped to allow a great nation to rise and unite all of the disparate races to come and to create the greatest empire ever known. It would last thousands of years. But after creating The Weapon of Peace he immediately recognized his folly. He knew the future of everything. He knew that there would be no one capable of wielding his perfect weapon. No being is that pure, that noble, not even himself. So he searched through the future long and hard, like doing research in the largest library in creation, until he found the perfect hero. He then cast the weapon into the future, trusting in his perfect sight to guide its path and lead it to its ultimate goal.
What the legend does not say is when or where that weapon will appear, or what form it will take. Who will be that hero?
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