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FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Tue May 02 2006, 08:29PM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Time is running out.

I can see your eyelids growing heavy. Your breathing is heavy and unrushed, but your heartbeat is hardly the same. You're slipping slowly, and soon you will be in the dark. Your movements are weak and enervated, and though you struggle, the icy hands pull you down. Below you is a sea of horror - of nightmares - that drifts and clashes with whitecaps of fear. In the distance a storm of madness brews, and it advances your way far too quickly. The night is closing in. Sleep awaits you, a sleep filled with septic embraces and wicked woundings. You will fall into the venomous slumber, and I will be waiting for you. You are slipping, losing grasp on the shores of day and plummeting into oblivion. Sleep awaits.

Time has run out.
-The Witch

[ Edited Tue Jan 15 2008, 10:02AM ]

[01:16] * isomage changes topic to \'The CBG welcomes the Freenote Poop Fetishists Association\'
[01:16] <~isomage> er
[01:16] <~isomage> freenote?
[01:16] * isomage changes topic to \'Welcome to The CBG\'

<Cronocke>\"lol half-elf bard more like half-lame gimp m i rite\"

<dz> they\'re going to release what they want when they want and you\'re gonna like it

<dz> pathfinder is backwards compatible with suck

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your guts are DELICIOUS

Wed May 03 2006, 04:43AM

Salacious Angel

[ Alcair Dal ]

Ooooooooooooh. The similes are sooo evocative.

Gimme more, dammit!

I think we often forget what fantasy is. We forget that it is the limitless genre that encompasses all others; not truly a genre at all but our very desire to create and innovate, encapsulated in a word. Every tale is fantasy, and so it is bewildering to see the limitations we impose upon ourselves, ascribing one form to that which is by nature multitudinous. Fantasy doesn't need magic. it doesn't need swords or guns or elves or creation stories or jealous gods or an impending doom. Being everything, it is in need of nothing.

"My goodness I've... I've never seen so much bl...blood. And the children, why did they have to suffer too?"

-Nomadic, on the subject of dwarven multiculturalism

The Rose Of Montague

Wed May 03 2006, 05:22AM

I Am Blasphemy

[ Greymist Valley ]

I love it, beautiful. Absolutely fine sample of emo poetry. I can't wait to see the setting which supports this fantastic little bit of material.

I'm an Existentialist, a student of Religious Studies, a Hopeless Romantic, and an all-around walking Contradiction.

Did you miss me?

FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Thu May 04 2006, 07:52AM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Chances are you've already seen it

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FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Thu May 04 2006, 08:10AM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

It is mine.

My kingdom is not lost. Time has forgotten it, and its people have gone, but I have not given it up. There is hope for my land yet. Though it is basked in eternal autumn, it has not failed to stand through the ages. I am here to comfort it, to protect it. It is precious to me, and it will not be harmed as long as I roam its lonely fields.

You are miasmatic to my kingdom. Your life is a plague of industry and lies that does not understand the darkness of the land. All of those who once dwelled here, and all of those who seek to dwell here yet are a threat. You will die if you come to my kingdom. I will make sure of that.

It is mine. All mine.
-The Fallen King

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Xathan Worldsmith

Thu May 04 2006, 09:52AM

Back to the basics

[ Alcair Dal ]

I'm a fan. When do we get to see the setting, or if we all ready have, when will you point us in the right direction? soon? Please? *wants to see*

An Index of My Work

Proud Receiver of a Golden Dorito

Unless otherwise noted, none of the above text is Open Game content.

FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Thu May 04 2006, 10:03AM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

It's been around the WotC boards for a while.

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FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Thu May 04 2006, 10:47AM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Everything they tell you is a lie.

In the lower levels of the organization, they fight for purity and benevolence with unmatched valor and strength, but those who do so are blind. The ones who command them speak to their lessers countless falsehoods and misleading precepts, blocking their eyes from the realities that lie before them. They claim holiness and wage wars against They and all of those who would threaten the good of the people, when they themselves seek to undermine and destroy all that is pure. They are no better than the creatures of the night themselves, and those beneath them are oblivious to it all.

There is a way, however, to find the truth and see past the lies that define our false lives. The monuments of the lost civilizations tell us something. There are obelisks of similar origin dotting the continent, riddled with symbols and aligned in particular ways. The land does not end where we believe it to, but rather continues to places of horror that we can only imagine. There are long-forgotten tunnels and passages where we least expect, even beneath our own cities. And the libraries we keep of ancient tomes hold within their writings countless metaphors and hidden references to a truth that is masked by what our leaders tell us. Only one thing is certain: within the lies we shall find the truth.

Within the Nightmare, we shall find the answer.
-Saint Sarah

[ Edited Mon May 22 2006, 07:05PM ]

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CYMRO

Thu May 04 2006, 12:15PM

[ Alcair Dal ]

WitchHunt

It's been around the WotC boards for a while.

A link would be nice.

FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Thu May 04 2006, 05:03PM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Everything of importance is being ported over, but here's the link for all of those especially interested:

URL

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Soup Nazi

Thu May 04 2006, 05:07PM

Black Belt in Chicken and Spoon Style Kung-Fu

[ Tower of Ecthelion ]

Ahhh...I knew I recognized this writing style. The Angry Primate has finally joined us! Hooray! Welcome to CBG Witch Hunt/Mad Ape. The Nightmare will finally be ported to the place where it belongs.

The spoon is mightier than the sword

FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Thu May 04 2006, 05:22PM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Thanks

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The Rose Of Montague

Thu May 04 2006, 05:51PM

I Am Blasphemy

[ Greymist Valley ]

Wow, I feel honored... I've seen your posts everywhere and... just wow... Can I have a digital autograph or something?

I'm an Existentialist, a student of Religious Studies, a Hopeless Romantic, and an all-around walking Contradiction.

Did you miss me?

FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Thu May 04 2006, 06:48PM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Vilydunn - The Nightmare

The Nightmare, by Henry Fuseli, 1802.

Wake to see the light.
See the beautiful sky, the abstract clouds, the aromatic meadows.
See the people, the smiles, the children.
See the cities, the lords, the law.
See the wilds, the freedom, the opportunity.
See the friends, the family, the love.
See it all fade.
See the ravenous fire, the dim stars, the moonless night.
See the weeping, the plagued, the dying.
See the ruins, the madmen, the chaos.
See the death, the destruction, the futility.
See the darkness, the cold, the void.
See the nightmare. Live the nightmare.

All that was is gone, on a wind that steals your very soul. It was only a dream, a thought; a hope. But this is none of those. This is the Nightmare, where bad dreams come true.
Here, good is a lost cause. Things not of this world lurk at night just beyond the threshold of vision. They wait to tear, to maim, to murder. They wait for you.

Perhaps there is another world, another dream. A dream where animals frolic alongside the fey, men and women share love but no hatred, and where peace has no meaning, for that is all the world has ever known.

But if there is, the people of Vilydunn have never witnessed it. Here they live what they should never have to: hatred, death, destruction, and darkness. Yet somehow, they survive. And that is hope enough. Hope for the future that seems so very lost.

State of the Union

Why do we wreak havoc at every high-society gathering? I'll tell you. Rats plague the sewers. The poor starve on the streets. Things from beyond the edge of madness encroach upon our cities. And worst of all, those who run the government just couldn't care less. They're all too busy collecting taxes and spending said tithes on shiny baubles and fine wines. They look the other way when those who look to them for aid beg for a copper. Now next time you see us, you'll understand why we do what we do.
-Ellis, a member of the Entertainers based in Calahaye of Faelunas

Once, the puny kingdoms of the day were united under the banners of a few much larger and mightier territories, but like all grand nations they were doomed to crumble into feuding mockeries of what they once were. What was Bryynaldor is now shattered into Sundayr, Harvandor, and Bravila, but even these three countries do not envelop all of the land that used to be. Likewise, Tehrale and Faelunas were once a single, mightier kingdom that ventured its borders much farther west and south halted only by the warlike sea-nations, but times have been unfortunate even to the blessed Oracles.

While the world of Vilydunn is more or less at peace, bonds are fragile and wills are soon to snap. Tensions build between factions as the seasons struggle on, and it is certain that the neutral beauty will burn out, a flame too well fed.

Bravila, Land of Peace

Cimilrin, A Past Beauty

Faelunas

Grugast

Harvandor, The Shores of Light

Sundayr, the Morning Realm

Tehrale

The Nightmare's Gaze

URL

That map shows most of the Nightmare. Grugast and Cimilrin are partially cut off at the top, and parts of the Ghostsea and Eruqwar also do not appear.

[ Edited Tue Apr 22 2008, 10:07PM ]

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FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Thu May 04 2006, 08:14PM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

The land does not end in Grugast.

I say this referring to its northern reaches. Where the mountains lie in the height of the world is truly just a barrier, not an end; there is something beyond. It is like a land bridge on the other side, before expanding into a massive, ever-frozen place of snow, plains, and mountains. Icy lakes and rivers wind along in ways they should not, and wicked things lurk amongst the white - all under a sky that never sees the day. At the heart is a frozen sea whose surface glistens with starlight as if the stars dwelt in the lake and cast figments of themselves into the dark overhead. There is something lurking there, but I know not what.

I write this letter knowing that I am lost. I have traveled north and found the frozen beyond, the path to warmth and safety now obstructed by the sinister wills of those who dwell here - there are creatures watching me. The sun shines so rarely and so dim through the clouds that it is but a torch in a downpour, and the thin, perma-frozen trees offer no shelter from the blistering winds. The air is so cold here that each breath you take seems to grow hard within you. Through the ice-like blasts of my own respiration, I see them dancing. They frolic with malicious glee and wicked excitement at my plight, my strength fading fast. Their ways tell me that I have not been the first to come this way, and I know I shall not be the last. But none who do will ever see the sun again.

Beware of Grugast's northern reaches.
-Rukkiss'ee, explorer

How cowardly this place is. All its inhabitants are weak, even their blessed Day Guardian, a cowardly entity too bashful and frail to save the world in its "blessed" light. They do not see what awaits them, what watches them, what hunts them. They do not see the truth. But I have.
-Shadowburn

The Rhythm of Life - The Sun, The Sky, and The Year

So precious is the Sun to the world of Vilydunn that the lives of all revolve around it. They mark their time by the days, and mark their years by the passing of five seasons made recordable by the sun's phases. Without it, their world be chaos and confusion among the masses. Without it, they would surely die.

The Days

The Seasons

The Sky: Night and Day

[ Edited Tue Jan 15 2008, 09:26AM ]

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Kindling

Fri May 05 2006, 06:50AM

[ Cave of Ridges ]

Wow, I really like the fluff!

I'm stupidly busy at the moment (damned education system!) so I can't really formulate any questions or feedback.

However, I'd be curious to know how you made the map, looks good.

My settings,

Demon-Haunted (working title)
Knife's Edge
Reth Jaleract

Please comment!

I like the word "illimitable."

FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Fri May 05 2006, 08:28AM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Thirteen.

It is the number sacred to many for its relevance in the heavens; its correlation to the number of Archangels and the thirteen pretenses of true altruism. Thirteen is the number that folk define their weeks by and the number of years that pass between mass pilgrimages to the Eastern Oracles. Thirteen is the number of councilors on every major council in the West, and it is the number of royal guards that are trained to perfection for the protection of the queen in Sundayr. Thirteen became such an important number simply because there were thirteen Archangels said to be watching over the world and protecting it from eternal shadow.

But thirteen is not the true number.

Clergy and philosophers alike will state that there are but thirteen Archangels left in Azlorn, watching over Vilydunn from high above, and in a way they are correct. Wise men know, however, that there are others who dwell away from the Fields of Altruism. They are no longer of natures as kind as their brethren, and they no longer wear white garbs of purity. They have become forsaken by their kin, but they do not care. Their hatred for the world is the purest of all animosities, burning like a wildfire in dry elephant grass - and it will engulf the entire Nightmare before it is quenched. Before the end, the coming doom that is so very imminent, all will know who they are. They are the Five Hates, the Flock of Fear.

They are the Fallen Angels. We are the Fallen Angels.
-The Murderous Angel

Thirteen we are not, hidden and feared,
True bastions of evil and might,
Our hate shall burn till all is seared,
And day turns eternal to night.
-Hymn of the Fallen

The Fallen Archangels

The Murderous Angel

The Lying Angel

The Salacious Angel

The Venomous Angel

The Psychotic Angel

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FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Fri May 05 2006, 08:31AM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

I used a program that is (simply enough) called MapMaker. You should be able to find it at URL

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FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Fri May 05 2006, 01:01PM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Time

In the beginning... one cannot continue in any substantial way, for no one knows the true answer. Some say that the gods sought to rid their own world of corruption and war, so they shattered their realm, putting all the focuses of love, peace, beauty, and goodness in one place, and leaving the rest to a dark fate that became the world of Vilydunn. Others say that Vilydunn is the dream of a god greater than any worshiped in the world, sleeping to escape his own nightmarish reality. Still others claim that Vilydunn has always been here, and always been a haven for evil and a prison for good. Not one claim has more precedence over the other.

The exodus of the angels, as stated in the Codex of Azlorn, became the centerpoint for the ages in Vilydunn. Of all the ancient divine texts, only the Codex survives(it was written by Kamiler, a prophet of the First Age who went mad just after completing it), and even it is charred, torn, and faded throughout its countless pages. Burnt among the sections regarding the Exodus, only this much remains:

The Records of the Reaper

He wrote vigorously at his desk as if there were no time, his quill nearly breaking under pressure. Out of the crazed scribbling came text in a language that he was not even sure he knew at times, but reading it always reassured him. It told him things that he didn't know - but then he did - and didn't again. The words recalled the story of a fallen kingdom where the screams of its people still ricocheted off the walls. He could hear those screams, he could see the faces, and he could hear the laughter. He was there. And he was pretty sure - no, couldn't be. He kept writing.

Now the words spoke of heroes who were to save a land from a shadow that hung over it. They would gather courage and strength, and - hmm? - he didn't know. What would they do? This would prove to be a tough one. He paused and stared blankly at the parchment for some time. Stumped, he looked back among his previous notes. Terror, destruction, sorrow, evil - it was all there. Still, something was missing. He simply couldn't determine what to do with them. It had to be horrible, but what? He looked at the previous pages, reading again the tale of the lost kingdom. "Ah, Cimilrin, my lovely," he said aloud, no one hearing him. And then he remembered.

They were all around him, screaming, crying, dying. Their bodies were bloodied and torn, and their loved ones lay dead all around them. Their homes burned, and their walls crumbled. Horrid things danced about the flames with wicked eyes and grins that did little to hide their evil. They frolicked as faeries would, destroying all that was beautiful. Somewhere in the distance, atop the mighty castle of Querelen, he could hear the crazed king laughing. And he was pretty sure - almost positive - that he was too.

He leaned back in his chair, his black cloak ruffling as he moved. "Ah, yes. That is how they turned out," he said, leaning forward and hunching over his tome. His skeletal hand took hold of the quill once again. He had the perfect ending for them.

The Passing Of An Age
It has been over one thousand years since the supposed Exodus of the Idyrlo(angels), and since then, the people of the world have tried their best to document what occurs as time passes. Many events are difficult to agree on regarding truth and certainty, but most lands can generally all confirm the occurance of several major ones. These are presented here, beginning from the year 0 AE("AE" meaning "After Exodus", which was the beginning point for this age; most history before that time is forgotten).

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FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Fri May 05 2006, 07:24PM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Hate

We fight a war.

Hidden in the shadows is a conflict older than Verkemy itself. It is an endless battle fought by night against creatures with little purpose in their lives other than to maim and corrupt. We fight them on grounds that favor them more than us, and yet still we struggle on. Our warriors will continue to do so until the conflict has ended, for better or for worse - they have no choice.

Where do we fight, you wonder? The war is waged everywhere, from the deep wilderness far from civilization to the very streets of our largest cities. They are everywhere, and so we must be too. It was us in 774 on the night that many heard the sounds of battle in the streets, when we took to the cobbles of Adailth for a battle called the Midnight Murders, a clash of our own blades against those of the Deceivers. It was us in Calahaye when the Na'ril Dum surfaced in an attempt to disrupt a sacred marriage, and atop one of the Great Seeing Spires at dusk we fought, driving them back with grievous losses. They have taken from us, unleashing plagues and corrupting those we trust within our own order. We will return the favor.

Who are we? We are the Hallowed Order. Our mission: protect the innocent, and illuminate the abyssal darkness that haunts this land. Rest now. Your life is in good hands.
-Viyalth, Hallowed Harbinger

The Church - Unquestioned Trust

The cathedral is the one place in all the world that cannot be destroyed, even when its physical rendition is gone - or so they say. Faith is the mightiest of the mortal masses' powers in Vilydunn, the one thing that keeps them from succumbing to an eternal void. To these people, prayer holds more power than a thousand swords. True faith does not shake and wobble when thrown against the machinations of evil.

Faith of the Star

The sky of Vilydunn's nights is dark and uncaring, but there is one light that shines brilliantly in the darkness. That light is the Holy Star. The Holy Star is perhaps the greatest bastion of hope for the people of Vilydunn; an island in a stormy sea. It watches, protects, and understands the pain that its children must endure, and they know that it does. Some of them simply pray and give thanks to it; others rise up in its name and do battle against evil. The Hallowed Order is a gathering of these people.

The Hallowed Order

The Blessed. The True. The Holy. These are the names of the Hallowed Order of Saints, a sect of the devout who keeps its agendas and movements secret, but do so with the best of intentions. They are an association of men and women who fight against that which others fear, and have learned what others cannot imagine. They protect those who depend on them, and defy the taint of the shadow.

The Five Factions

What Lurks In The Dark

Tales may be woven of terrible creatures that stalk the night without motive, harming all those they come into contact with. In other worlds, these tales may be meant to scare the children into obedience, but not in Vilydunn. Called simply 'Them' or ‘They’ by most, there is not one mortal who can deny that these are no mere fairy tales. Here, they are real. Here, their only wish is to violate your body and devour your soul.

Demons

The Damned

Sometimes, people hear whispers inside their heads. They may be all alone for days or weeks at a time, but still they hear them as if someone was right next to them. They are whispers of the Tainted, the Vile, the Twisted - they are whispers of the Damned. They reach from unholy graves, from dark crypts, and lost catacombs; they reach from inside your mind. They reach into your soul and defile it, and smile as they hear your screams.

The Damned are not demons, but they are malicious, vile spirits. They may be called the ultimate undead, for their power extends to the ability to make the dead rise from their graves to wreak havoc upon the world, and their appearance suggests little otherwise - ancient, red-hued skeletons wrapped in black cloaks, with more wicked life in their eyes and more unholy expression on their flesh-less faces than is possible. The Damned are not as erratic or as scheming as the various Children of Destruction that they often war with, instead lurking in the depths of darkness beyond the world of Vilydunn’s borders - but the mortal world would be too fortunate if they remained there. No, the Damned often make their presence known among mortals in various ways, and seem to have some secret, ultimate purpose for their actions and those affected by them.

The Na'ril Dum
The Darktouched. The Tainted Hearts. The Decievers. These are the names of the Na'ril Dum, or the Warlocks; those who have been corrupted. They haunt the word like malevolent ghosts, always returning with unfinished business. They are mortal, but the most powerful of them seem to transcend this limit. The Warlocks spread terror in the name of the dark lords they serve, The Damned. They would like nothing more than to break the wills of the pious such as those of the Hallowed Order. There is no escape from their evil. They hunt those who are happy, just because they are able to hunt them. They murder the innocent and the harmless. They will continue to do so because their mysterious masters command them to do so, and the call of the Damned is not an order easily ignored.

The Risen

The Nameless

Other Nightmares

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FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Fri May 05 2006, 07:29PM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

While I'm here I thought I'd mention something. To those of you who've read my WotC boards thread over once or more, don't forget to at least skim the ported material. In most of the transfers I will be adding to or modifying some material, particularily the older stuff from the first few pages of the Vilydunn - The Nightmare thread.

Peace

[ Edited Fri May 05 2006, 07:36PM ]

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The Rose Of Montague

Fri May 05 2006, 08:56PM

I Am Blasphemy

[ Greymist Valley ]

Do you know how to use the spoiler blocks at the CBG? [ spoiler=insert tile here ] use that to clean up some of your posts, as right now the organization makes it difficult to read.

The setting is great, and although the quality description of evil takes away from the haunting feel of the setting originally, it is necessary for the game. I also must say that I can see evil campaigns being very interesting in this setting...

I'm an Existentialist, a student of Religious Studies, a Hopeless Romantic, and an all-around walking Contradiction.

Did you miss me?

FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Fri May 05 2006, 09:28PM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

I'll have to start using spoilers.

EDIT: I'm just going to start writing it generically and see how that works. That way, the setting won't lose its touch when I start throwing out stat blocks and the like.

Until next time,
WitchHunt

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FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Sat May 06 2006, 09:54AM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Cleaned up some posts. They should be much easier to read now.

To Salacious_Angel: what did you think of my interpretation?

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FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Sat May 06 2006, 10:30AM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Reserved

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your guts are DELICIOUS

Sat May 06 2006, 08:35PM

Salacious Angel

[ Alcair Dal ]

Glad to see Vilydunn/Sleep up and running again, The Artist Formerly Known as MadApe. I will be sure to keep an eye on this.

"My goodness I've... I've never seen so much bl...blood. And the children, why did they have to suffer too?"

-Nomadic, on the subject of dwarven multiculturalism

FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Sat May 06 2006, 08:44PM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Salacious Angel

Glad to see Vilydunn/Sleep up and running again, The Artist Formerly Known as MadApe. I will be sure to keep an eye on this.

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FREAKINAWESOMEHORSE

Sat May 06 2006, 09:42PM

Mad Scientist-Horse Extraordinaire

[ Alcair Dal ]

Trust

Oh silver star, thy glory true,
On golden wings, in skies of blue,
Make sound my home, take not the Light,
Keep me safe throughout the night.
-Children's Prayer

The Need For Faith

At first glance, one would wonder why the people of The Nightmare would pray. The gods seem to have abandoned them to their doom. They do not believe that all of the divine powers have gone. The people of Vilydunn praise and sing of the beings they believe still watch over them. They find that faith gives them something they dearly need: hope. Hope to the people of Vilydunn is everything.

The Western Faith - The Court of Azlorn

It is said that there is a palace among the stars, a massive temple of pillars and open ceilings; this where the Holy Star and the Thirteen Archangels dwell. From there, they watch their children in Vilydunn and do battle with the enemies that would seek to harm them. This place is the Court of Azlorn, from which the holy make war.

The Holy Star

The Thirteen Archangels

The Day Guardian

The Damned

The Eastern Faith - The Pantheon

Eastern religion is only remotely similar to that of the West. They also believe in The Holy Star, but to them it is one deity in a large group. The Archangels, the Day Guardian, and even The Damned are all part of the Eastern theology, but they are not as prominent. There are many divine beings worshiped among Tehrale, Faelunas, and nearby regions, and they are divided into two sects: The Beloved Ones, who are worshiped as actual protectors and watchers; and the Malignant Council, a host of wicked gods.

The Beloved Deities

Athasha, Jeweled Goddess

Halast, the Water Lord

The Holy Star

Illanath, the Gentle Rain

Jornduere, Holy One of the Realm

Kel, the Blinding Light

Minotha, the Great Sea Serpent

Miradas, Ice Queen

Morne Heurefaith

Orosulian, Keeper of the Endless Woodlands

Shunedi, the Evening Dancer

Villik

The Malignant Council

Abala the Deformed

Darnilul the Bloody

Guuria, Goddess of the Dead

The Hand of Death

Mantur the Poison-Veined

Miradas, Ice Queen

Saemas

Toralunas, Unholy King

Urept, Speaker of Damnation

Urorath the Forsaken

Werrac, Defiler of Life

Xakkan

The Faith of the North - Aust'ene Belief

Unlike their southern and eastern brethren, the Aust'ene do not revere gods as they are known in the south. Instead, they have an animistic religion where everything has a spirit, from the rivers to the sky. Thus, it would be impossible to name all of the beings they revere. They are everywhere, as are the twisted and evil things that hunt the Aust’ene people.

A less well-known belief system that is most recognized by the Aust’ene (but found among all humans) is the reverence of the states of mind: Happiness, Fear, Courage, Madness, Passion, Peace, Hate, and Anger. They are seen as living entities that are in every mortal. It is said that divine beings possess only the good virtues (angels and the like), or the bad ones (demons and their ilk).

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