the area where the history and legend; of the creation of the alliance
of the forming of the three; this has been deemed worthy to pass on..[..Escape..]
Escape from your body and release your soul, allow your spirit to touch these stars, and you will be able to truly listen. And then the Spirit will understand. I will tell you of Amiadus…
Amiadus fell just before the start of the two thousandth-five hundred and forty-second recorded turning of the known universe . After the most recent turning the Balance of this world, Agara, had been tilted in favor of the followers of Diminduim, a selfish and powerful god of destruction and greed. Under his influence the majority of Agarthians had become greedy, violent, and cruel.
There were still however Agarthians faithful to The Goddess, the mother of all life, keeper of peace and harmony. The scale was weighted though, and as more and more Agarthians gave into the easier and more materialistic lifestyle of the Diminduim faith, the power of The Goddesses followers was absorbed and nullified.
And so Lennon, capital of the human kingdoms, once beautiful and majestic under the previous gaze of The Goddess, had now become filthy and corrupt, much to the pleasure of Diminduim. Lennon bulged with wretched disgust. Outside the city walls, thick cold granite slabs, slums stretched for miles in all directions, in which dwelled the outcasts of Lennon; the poor, the severely handicapped, the insane, the homeless. The inhabitants of these lean-to shanties and crudely constructed shacks fed off of the waste that was regularly discharged from the many drainage pipes protruding from the cities skin.
Like clockwork, the pipes would spew forth sludge consisting of urine, feces, putrid water, and other small garbage, and form pools of rancid flotsam. Men, women, and small children would dash forward bearing rickety buckets and leaking water skins, and beat each other out of the way so that they could scoop up as much of the water, using the term in the loosest sense, as they could. Then they would dash back to their families with their precious loads, so that they could use the "liquid" to cook and drink .
The life span of any given outcast was rarely longer than thirty years, and the dead were quickly stripped of their belongings and left to rot. Needless to say within the slums thrived an even greater community…of rats. These rodents were kept well fed by the constant supply of dead bodies. And the germs the rats spread caused an even further decreased mortality of the outcasts, which in turn caused more food for the already growing rat population. The outcasts however, were kept alive by the source of their death. Rat's, especially ones as big as those found in the slums of Lennon, are meat after all.
And so continued the circle of life.
Pain. Never ceasing, Always growing. The Goddess felt the suffering of Lennon, as she felt everything on Agara. And to ease the pain she sent Angelica. Some say Angelica was created from the Goddesses own womb. Not in the ideological womb, as we are all born from, but her actual uterus...
Angelica was raised in a Monastery far from Lennon, in the Far Eastern reaches of the Humans Lands. It was rumored that she had been born from the High Priestess herself in the form of Immaculate Conception. Of course this was only rumored and never confirmed. In truth the Priestess had given birth to Angelica, and in truth the Priestess was a virgin. The Goddess had indeed bestowed it upon her most devout and pure of faith to bring forth into this world a savior. A woman who would ease the pain and suffering of the millions of "outcasts" through out the lands of Agara. She was taught and trained in the ways of the cloth, and when she reached maturity she cast off her apprentice robes and became a full-fledged Priestess at the tender age of eight. By the age of twelve she had become Prioress to the Monastery, relieving the High Priestess of those engagements so that she could more focus on her meditations and communions with The Goddess. On her eighteenth birthday Angelica relinquished her duties as Prioress to her trusted friend Verna and left the Monastery to pursue her calling. She left with the blessing of the High Priestess and the hand of The Goddess on her shoulders.
It had been three years since she had left the Monastery. Angelica had traveled westward. Along the way she stopped at every village, town, city, and farm that she passed. Blessing each and helping to restore faith and moral to the citizens. Everywhere she heard cries of pain and suffering. Everywhere she heard discontentment with the King, who seemed happy to sit on his throne, hold court once a month, hear grievances on even rarer occasion, and entertain his posh uptight nobility with extravagant balls and feasts that lasted a week and consumed more food than three score families could eat in a month. The Goddess with these people even though their tendencies favored Diminduim. The people she encountered were slaves to greed and capitalism. The ridged cast system imposed centuries ago by the King's ancestors restrained humans from climbing any further up the social ladders than their grandfathers grandfathers had been able to. And so Angelica vowed to end this. And that is why she now found herself in Lennon.
She had walked along the main highway from the east and arrived at the western gate to the city. Teams of wagons bearing all matters of goods blew past her, several time almost trampling her beneath a dust storm of stomping hooves and crashing wheels. When she had come within ten miles of the city she began to see the first signs of poverty. No grass. On the horizon she could she the outlines of ramshackle huts surrounding the city walls. By the time she had reached the Eastern Gate it was sun down. The gates had been closed for the night, the portcullis lowered, the doors barred. Angelica kicked the door in frustration. "Yar ain't goin' in dar til the morn M'arm" croaked an old and feeble man leaning up against the cold city wall. "But the'll raise dar gates farst thing, dun yar fret."
The outcasts had surrounded her quietly. The old man's face contorted as he slowly rose to his feet, his bones creaked audibly. Angelica rushed to his side and offered a strong arm for him to pull up on. The man looked at her in surprise, and then with tears in his eyes he whispered, "Dat's the farst time a lad'e 'as 'elped me to me feet in some time. Thanke kindly M'arm."
Angelica, still holding the mans arm looked around her into the hundreds of pitiful drawn faces staring open eyed at her. 'Who was this woman?' They seemed to ask.
Angelica soon answered them. "My name is Angelica. I am from the Church of Her Goddess the Almighty and All Forgiving. I have come here to ease your suffering."
Angelica lowered her traveling cloak from her head. Underneath her skin was soft and unblemished. Like finely polished pure marble. Her hair was tied back in a bun, but a few wisps had blown free and floated in front of her eyes. The crowd gasped in shock, and then abruptly fell to the ground, prostrating themselves before this beautiful angel of a Goddess they had never heard of before. Angelica quickly moved to the closest of them and pulled them to their feet, sternly saying, "You will not do that ever again."
To herself she thought, these people NEED the Goddesses help. Well, she said, straightening her shoulders, through me, they will receive it. That night Angelica walked quietly through the slums regarding the barbaric poverty and destitute of the wretched outcasts with a grim frown. She found that the depression surrounding her began to tax her strength and so she kneeled in the muddy rotting ground and prayed for these peoples salvation as children cried out in their sleep and rats scurried across her knees.
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Records had been kept only as far back as the third Rise of the Elven Empire, at which point the High Elves of Kan'il'ma, the predominant, strongest established, highest cast and ruling race of Elves, constructed an enormous ever expanding Archive, The Library of Il'ma, to preserve histories recorded by elven scribes who were closely affiliated with the reigning and still active church of Ambarlat. Of the three races of light only humans have desired to explore past their home world, Dwarven tribes content to survive their legacies in their homelands, and Elven royalty too vain to admit the existence of any superior beings of interest. So, boosted by the perhaps dangerous curiosity of Humankind, Man had begun to speculate the exsitance of the heavens beginning with the, then viewed eccentric, Academy of Astronomy founded by the Chow Dynasty. The ruling species of Agara at this time were humans. Their stronger build than that of elves, and lengthier height than that of dwarfs gave them the physical advantage on the battle field. However this is not what put His Majesty on the throne. It is widely known that the average human brain is far less wise than that of the average elf's, and that the average human hand is far less skilled than that of the average dwarf. The cunning, adaptable, and viscously political Human proved to be far superior in this era. Perhaps it is the will to reach the top, become bigger, better, and faster, that makes them strong. In any case treaties were made between the three species. Although the King was Human, and ruled Agara completely and with no sizeable opposition, the species of Elf and Dwarf were allowed to inhabit their own kingdoms, ruled by their own respective Kings. Politics kept the three balanced more than firepower. Disputes between the three Races of Light, as they referred to themselves as, were trivial, mostly consisting of territorial boundary issues and import/export taxes. The Races of Darkness, all species of goblin, orc, ogre, and troll inhabited a continent, Thakisse, unto themselves, as neither wanted anything to do with the other. However, His Majesty had placed a ban on all Black Magik in the region of Thakisse. Numerous Paladins oversaw and restricted magikal activity on Thakisse to a minimum with excessive wards of restrainment. The cities water source ironically flowed right up and into the metropolis. However, His Majesty, not wanting his booming cities primary water source infected by lowly beggars, had ordered his Elite Mages to cloak the river in a magikal force-field. This spell covered the river up to 100 miles away from the city, at which point a guard station had been erected on both sides to monitor any trespassers. If a person, one of the outcasts for instance, were to approach the river's force field without the proper magikal clearance, they would be fried by high intensity psi-currant.