This is the creation story of TwinWorld
The First People
In the beginning Tanodia placed the first glyph in the void and there was the adamant, smooth and flat without wrinkle or mark. It reflected the light of Tanodia's presence, and everywhere there was a vast expanse. Then Tanodia wrote a glyph in the midst of the adamant and the flow of the adamant began. His glyph carried the adamant ever downward beneath it, until a great pit was formed. Tanodia wrote another glyph on the adamant, and the adamant welled with gems, crystals, metals, stones, and glittering sand. The pit was filled with beauty, and the whole of the world was clothed in splendor, but it was still and silent, for no air was made and nothing moved save for Tanodia Himself.
Then Tanodia wrote on himself the enduring glyph which means "I will create life to share in my joy and my riches." From Tanodia's self-glyph, creatures sprang forth, the Toruhl and the Fala, of the depths and the Outer Fire. The creatures filled Tanodia's creation, and burrowed in the fruit of the adamant and swam in the void. Tanodia saw the Fala's joy, and placed another glyph on the void to fill it with light and warmth. When Sultar, one of the first Fala, saw the glyph being made he coveted Tanodia's power. So it was that when the glyph was completed, that Sultar went to it and sought to weild it. The warmth and light took on Sultar's will, and grew into a mighty inferno. Many of the Fala fled far from Sultar, but those who desired strength over others drew near and learned of the consuming fire that Sultar had created. But the Toruhl withdrew deep beneath the earth and hid themselves from the fury of the heat. Thus was the surface of the ground scorched and wilted and made un-lovely. Then Tanodia, seeing that the kindly light he had created had scorched the ground, engraved the void a third time, and wrote above the pit a glyph of protection. The SoidCloud descended on the ground and flowed out over the surface of the fruit of the adamant and wreathed all in a dim light. Then Tanodia wrote a glyph of exhalation in the pit, and the air came bubbling up from the depths and churned in the fruit of the adamant, and the Sultar were dismayed. The air rushed up and supported the SolidCloud like a tent and fanned the flames of Sultar's flame into an all consuming blaze that none but the flaming Fala could withstand. From Tanodia's life-glyph then came forth a new thing, plants grew in the space between the SolidCloud and the tumult of the pit, and steadied it, and made it firm, a vast plain. The Toruhl were displeased with plants, however, and withdrew closer to the adamant, and grumbled among themselves, "Tanodia means to consume our treasures with creeping things." and they grew jealous of that which Tanodia had made to be enjoyed freely, and begat hoards in the depths, and studded their bodies with that which they deemed most precious.
Then Tanodia saw the greed of the Fala and the Toruhl, and wrote on himself a second time, "I will not allow living spirits to long abide to steal and ruin, and all will come to naught at last." and from the glyph came forth death and decay. The Fala grew dim with time and burned to cinders, and the Toruhl turned slowly to stone, and the SolidCloud grew thin and powerless as it went, and the fruit of the adamant was consumed by fungus and rust, and the adamant itself began to ripple and carry all things into the outer fire that it would be consumed by Sultar's wrath. But still the adamant bore beauty as at first, and the SolidCloud still protected the pit. Tanodia then wrote on himself a third time, "I will create a pair of stewards to guard the air and the fruit of the adamant." Thus the first people were made, the Fay and the Zarth. The fay loved the open expanse, and cavorted in it and danced in the light. The Zarth loved the fruit of the adamant, and made deep delvings within it and rejoiced in Tanodia's craftsmanship.
Thus the world was made fast and the two peoples filled the pit and the sky while the Fala blazed beyond the clouds and the Toruhl skulked in the depths.
A Toruhl named Porutoth invents speech and music and lives among the fay. A Fala named Incaoolin dives into the earth and teaches the Zarth smelting. The Fay fear Incaoolin, and draw him out with a song, where he fights Porutoth. Porutoth is injured, blames the fay, and raises up the other Toruhl against them. Incaoolin dies from the battle and being so long away from the outer fire, and the Zarth venerate his remains.
When much time had passed, the youngest of the Toruhl, Porutoth, grew restless in the depths, and sought a means to form runes of his mouth. He breathed the air from the pit and it rang over his lips and he denoted meaning and structure as that of the runes. Thus the first speech and song was made, and Porutoth taught the Fay to speak as well, for they were the most eager to learn. The fay found music most effective in the making of enchantments, and their chanting hymns filled the air above the plain. But the Zarth continued to write in runes, and the depths were filled with tales and prophecies of stone, and Porutoth no longer tarried in the depths, but walked ever among the Fay, though he still begrudged the plants that Tanodia had made.
At this same time the Fala Incaoolin ventured to pass into the fruit of the adamant and make a place for himself there, away from the fires of Sultar. He dove between the Solidcloud where it meets the Adamant, and wormed his way beneath the air to the center of Zaarthaanc and there nestled between the glowing stones. The Zarth wrote runes to him, and asked after the meaning of his coming. Then Incaoolin showed forth his might, and the fruit of the Adamant flowed around him, and the air fanned it upwards and sparks of fire shot from the plain. Slowly the first hill rose from the plain of pale grass, and the Fay wondered at its coming. Black it was, and scorched, and the fay said "Sultar has come to claim the pit as he has claimed the sky." But the Zarth saw how Incaoolin could shape the hard ores which they were unable to scratch, and wrote to eachother, "We must ally with this old one." Dblor, Oustag, Croust, and Daag were chosen, and forged for themselves the first armor, and ventured within Incaoolin's volcano and cast rune-carved gems into the molten lake of stone, importuning him to name his price to aid their craftsmanship. Incaoolin percieved the Zarth, and veiled his heat and emerged from his stronghold and wrote in the walls of his central chamber, "I am trapped here away from the expanse of the sky, and wish to fly free as I was when I was made. Enlarge my stronghold with your arts, and I will aid your trifles." So the first alliance of flame was made. The four returned to their people, and brought many hands, and they labored long in raising the first mountain. Ever as they built, Incaoolin would pass over their work, and melt all the surface within, so that the hollow mountain grew ever larger. The Zarth became mighty in that time and they mastered the use of flame and heat in the making of their works.
So Porutoth became mighty among the Fay, and Incaoolin was a king and god to the Zarth. The mountain continued to grow, and the Zarth rejoiced that their labor should grow so vast and endure so long in the midst of the plain. However, the Fay soon grew restless, and talked among themselves saying, "We must send the fire back to the skies, or we will be crowded to the horizon." Thus each Fay wove their most potent songs into a great sonata. Many flutes and pipes they grew from the reeds of the plain, and Porutoth lent his skill with words. When all was prepared Porutoth and the Fay gathered around the volcano and began a great song. They sang of the great expanse above the plains and the coruscating solidclouds and the outer fire beyond. The song was woven with enchantment, but Incaoolin could not comprehend it, for he knew not of speech and would heed only the old runes. Nevertheless he was overpowered by its beauty, for the sound of it made him glad. He ascended through his vast mountain and entered the air, and burned with intense flame, and the music ceased, and all but Porutoth fled from him. Incaoolin sought after the fay as they ran to and fro, hoping to hear again the music that they had sung. Porutoth, thinking that Incaoolin had come to consume all the fay with his fire as Sultar had done to the skies, gave chase.
As Incaoolin swooped low to halt the flight of the singers, Porutoth sprang upon him, and they fell brawling. Porutoth shouting enchanted curses at Incaoolin, and recieving in return flame-wrought runes of weakness and deformity. They were well matched, and as they waned Porutoth wrote on himself the glyph "Why?". Incaoolin, in return, wrote on himself the glyph, "for beauty". Thus they both, exhausted and scarred, percieved that their struggle was mis-wrought, and no true cause of quarrel stood between them. Then Porutoth turned on the fay, whom he had long taught and loved, and bared to them his self glyph, and they were afraid and said "We were afraid!" And Incaoolin spoke to the Fay, for the last time, "You I have taught, and you I have cared for, and you I have been betrayed by to my ruin. Therefore what you have spoken, it will come to pass, and you will be afraid." Then Porutoth returned to the Toruhl in the depths, but Incaoolin returned to his mountain.
When the Zarth saw that Incaoolin was wounded, they ran to meet him but the curses on him leaped out and killed many of them. Through all their time the Zarth had no need to tend Incaoolin, and were ignorant and unskilled at the care of the great Fala. They were ignorant, too, of speech; the working of Porutoth's curses was strange to them, for they could hear the whispers of them, but not see their form. Thus Incaoolin waned in agony and despaired of his many works and his vast mountain. His flame grew ever hotter and hotter as he sought always to drive off the magical bonds. The Zarth fled from his heat. A great flame erupted from the roof of the first mountain and when the chamber had cooled and the Zarth returned, they found only the searing cinders of his remains. This they took for the death husk of Incaoolin, and made the mountain into a memorial chamber, sealed with many potent enchantments to ward off both Fay and Zarth.
Porutoth creates monsters in the depths to terrorize the Fay, but the Zarth fight them off. Porutoth finally dies, but his creations still breed in the pit.
Aching from the rune curses still burning on his skin, Porutoth traveled ever downward into the depths of the Pit. There he renewed again old friendships with the Toruhl, though they knew him not for his deformity. From the writers of the Toruhl he increased his skill with runes, and deemed them simple things compared to the speech he had created. Ever and again his body was wracked with the rune curse written there by Incaoolin, and Porutoth accredited the Fay with the wrong of it.
Then Porutoth left the Toruhl, and none saw him living ever again. It is said that he clambered down into the pit, far deeper than any could dare and return alive. Some say he reached the Rune of the Pit itself, and wrought the dragon curse upon it. Others deem the works of Tanodia immutable, and that Porutoth could not have done this thing. But long after Porutoth was last seen, a cry came from the Pit. The Toruhl understood it not for they shunned speech. The Zarth heard it as one hears a wordless battle cry. The Fala heard it as a chill wind, and rejoiced that they lived far from the pit and the cold therof. But the Fay heard and trembled, for they knew its maker and meaning. With his last cry, Porutoth, the forger of speech, cursed the pit itself to ever bring forth terror upon the Fay, and be a source of misery just as it was a source of beauty.
For a long age the dragon curse echoed and re echoed in the pit, and dragons issued from it. The creatures were filled with malice and cunning, but also a terrible beauty. They flew from the pit and harried the fay as evil spirits in the air and snaring roots in the earth. They took the rocks and gemstones of the pit as clothing and laid waste to many of the fair gardens the Fay had built. They spoke well and knew not of runes but sang songs to remember songs of their Father, the cursed and weakened and deformed. Their chanting in the pit brought forth new monsters, hideous and deformed and trembling with terrible weakness which they spread to all they touched.
The Fay cried unending tears for the bending of the beautiful language they had recieved to such cruel ends. They cried in fear and despair, for all seemed lost and fouled to them. The wise among the Fay deemed that Tanodia would erase the runes of the world, for now both the void and the pit brimmed with corruption. But the Zarth were emboldened by Porutoth's cry, and they made speech for themselves from it, a speech of shouts and iron laughter and curses, and they made ready for war. At this time many Fay gathered together and made a pact to travel into the pit and seek out Porutoth so that, if possible, they could beg his forgiveness and cause him to remove the dragons from tormenting them. As they traveled into the Tumult the Zarth greeted them with warlike cries, and the fear of the Fay redoubled, for it seemed to them that Porutoth had corrupted the Zarth as well. But when the Zarth saw the fear of the Fay, they were puzzled. With runes they spoke to each other, and the Zarth knew the Fay's troubles, for the dragons did not yet trouble the Zarth.
From the Fay the Zarth learned fair speech as well as their own, and the fairest went with the pact-bound on their journey into the pit. The pact-bound were beset ever and anon by the dragons and their creations, but the Zarth were dry-throated for death, and strong in the vigour of youth, and smote the monsters down with metal and laughter and battle cries like lightning. They Fay grew ever weaker, for the metal of the Zarth was poison to them, yet they were glad for the protection of the Zarth, and the Zarth likewise for the fair Fay and their comely speech. When they had reached the uttermost depths, from which none can safe return, the Zarth and the pact-bound cast away their weapons and joined in a choir. Ringed full around the throat of the Pit they stood and sang a song of healing. From the Fay came the sorrow for the wounds to Porutoth got on their behalf, and from the Zarth the joy of strength and slaughter well purposed. Their song echoed into the depths, and mingled with the dragon's chants and the dragons heard the song as herasy, for their father had made them from his wounds, and wounds were in their souls. Bursting out in fury, the dragons slew the pact-bound and many of the Zarth as well. Yet, no more monsters issued forth, and from the remorse of the pact-bound much of the terror of the pit was healed.
Many times passed, and the dragons still bred in the pit, ever and again issuing forth to terrorize the Fay. Yet now the Zarth hungered for battle, and they would hunt through the Tumult and seek dragons to slay and spit and eat, and would glory in their exploits. So it was that a dragon, craftier than the rest, hid and watched his fellows slain, and returned to the Pit bearing news that the Zarth, too, were enemies of the dragons. Thus dragons have ever sworn malice toward all the peoples of the Pit, and the Fala as well for the harm they gave to their Father. But the Toruhl they let alone, neither friends nor foes, for the dragons did not know runes, and the Toruhl knew not speech.
When many times again had passed, the dragons came suddenly in power and fire and ice. For they had been breeding in the pit, and only the foolish had issued out to cause mischief. Now the assault began in earnest, and the ancient dragons came bent on overturning all the stable lands, and bringing fear as their Father had promised. With them they bore a statue, cunningly wrought, of Porutoth their Father. Whether it was the true death husk of stone, or a keen likeness none can say, for the dragons would let none approach. Yet it seemed to give them power, and all turned before their onslaught and their idol. The peoples of the Pit the dragons enslaved, and made to serve in misery and despair. They burned the Great Tree with fire, and in their scales the fungus spread far into the Pit and many fair works crumbled to dust. When all the pit was made their kingdom, the Dragons set up their image of Porutoth and caused all to come and worship it. Yet none can rule absolute, and many there were still free, both Zarth and Fay, though running in the dark and doubtful of their lives.
The ancient dragons made the temple of Porutoth great, and caused their thralls to bring treasures heaped on treasures to it. A mountain of wealth they made for themselves, and no thing grew on it, for the dragons remembered Porutoth's ill will toward all things growing. But the dragons were distrustful, and slew each other till only one remained, strong and bold and as free from fear as the fear he spread. Yet Tanodia's will still ruled the pit, and in time the temple shifted and the adamant carried it away into the Horizon, and the ancient dragon with it, and all his thralls, and they were known no more.
Then the free Fay and the free Zarth came once again out of hiding to populate the world. A new Great Tree was planted, and in time it filled the earth will solidity, and the sky with bounty. The Zarth found the dragons which still issued from the pit far diminished since the Ancients had passed out of the world, and though they would still torment the Fay and slay the Zarth when they could, the Zarth were bold in battle, and never again did dragons rule openly the lands of the Pit.
Ziggy 13:00, 1 March 2013 (CST)
The Zarth and the Fay team up to make Lindora, but their creation turns against them. Then Tanodia creates the Heart of Water, the Great Tree, and birds and beasts.
When the Aged Ones had begun to decay, and the Zarth had long since done battle with the terrors of the deep, alas in the places between the sky and the deep was found only the fruit of adamant which turned its once rich fruits to their final decay. At that time there was little union between the two peoples of the world. Then, some of the Zarth masters, and the high Fay arranged a meeting and said among themselves, "We are fit to direct the happenings of this world, therefore let us make servants who will enforce our will, so that we need not enslave our people." The Zarth are the masters of all things made from the fruits of the Adamant, and the Fay wrought great works of joy and ballads of the elements. Thus they took the plants which Tanodia had placed on the boundary of their territory and began to labor at giving it life. Though the Zarth and Fay who consorted together were the masters of there crafts, it took a great many hands; The masters had taught new masters before there work was finished. They called their life the Lindora and it stood taller and broader than the fragile vegetation of the earthen adamant. From their labor they produced two sects of these herbs, both spawned from the expanse of their diverse craftsmanship but there was discord in their work and so both plants were formed.
Alas the true fruit of there work was pride and greed, the taste of which is war. When the peoples would not submit to the masters of the Lindora, the Lindora fed on their masters enemies. So the first blood was shed between the races. Tanodia's wrath was kindled by this and he stretched forth his might and his being appeared before his creatures and wrote on the lindora the glyph "You have betrayed my powers and wisdom I have gifted upon you as guardians of this place, and doing such have taken the life from your brothers. As you have fed the vegetation you have crafted by your labor so shall you feed its hunger with your life, and by doing so I will make true beauty from your abomination. All the expanses of this world will see that the craft of life is mine to wield." By his glyph the Lindora sprang forth and consumed their masters, and all the two peoples were filled with fear. Thus was Porutoth proven, and his long-working words come to fruition.
In the life of its victims, the Lindora grew mighty and strong. They rose above all the the fields of the earth and traveled its barren plains consuming Fay and Zarth alike. This mass of twisted lindora is still known as the garden of life after the life that it consumed. In the deepest place of the garden of life the workplaces of the masters are safeguarded by the very creatures that were constructed there, preventing any living creature that dares enter into the writhing mass of the most ancient of lindora from learning of the craft of their makers.
It was at this event the first measurement of the passage of time began. From the first breeding cycle of the garden to the next was the measure and it was in this first cycle that Tanodia wrote his last great glyph. "Never will my spirit be distant from this place and my very being will be the source of life on the places between the cloud and the pit." The glyph begat water. A single source of ever beating water came to be, and it filled the low places with deep waters and the once meager vegetation upon the upmost parts of the Adamant became fruitful and grew green and firm. But the Lindora drank no water, only life. The Heart of water was not fixed and bore about the spirit of Tanodia wherever his will directed it.
Tanodia then fashioned a great tree, like none found among the mightiest of stone, nor the most expansive cloud. The roots of the tree delved deep into the Tumult and its branches grew into the high places of the world. Tanodia took hold of the tree and shook it once and from the foliage there came forth all forms of winged creatures, He then knocked on the trunk three times and from his base came forth all the beasts of the earth that walk and crawl and roll and bound across it. Tanodia looked out from within the world and wrote upon the tree "the authority to spark life and fashion creatures of flesh is mine. By this, all will know that i am master of this place and all things have come to be by my will." So the earth was filled with living things, and many of the two peoples forgot the lesson of the Lindora, and sought to twist the creatures Tanodia had made, and Tanodia subtly twisted them in return.
--Zack 09:34, 19 May 2010 (UTC)