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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Maidhc O Casain" data-source="post: 5461052" data-attributes="member: 29558">[sblock=Scotley]The Myth of the PerytonIn the final days before the Age of Darkness, before the heavens cried devastation upon the world, the people of Azlant went about their lives unware. Yet, when the half mad old sage Osein stared upon the motions of the stars, he prophesied doom. Although he tried to warn his people, the residents of Gibrav mistrusted the strange old hermit and cast him outside the town’s walls for his raving. As the red star of ruin grew brighter in the night sky, Osein wandered the forests in helpless frustration.Eventually he lay down to sleep his final sleep, but no sooner had he begun to doze than he awoke to the sound of his name. Standing over him loomed a strange animal, a stag with a long black beard and antlers like a jagged crown. The stag spoke in Osein’s voice and told him how his people might avoid the coming ruin. Afraid but hopeful, old Osein rushed back to Gibrav.While his neighbors slept, the sage snuck into town and—as the stag had told him—opened wide the three great gates guarding the community. No sooner had he done so than the animals of the forest began to pick their way from the shadows. First rats and weasels skittered through the gates, and the old man waited in wonder. Then came hawks and bats, and the animals drew close to the stone homes. Next came fox and deer, and the beasts pushed open doors and prowled through windows. Then stalked wolves and cougars, and the people of Gibrav began to scream in their beds as the massacre ensued. Horrified, Osein rushed to the bearded stag, but the devil Barbatos only laughed, and in the bellies of beasts the people of Gibrav never faced the devastation of the falling star. Yet it’s said that the souls of Gibrav live on, devil-cursed and terrible, amalgams of their beastly murderers that hunger for blood and cast the shadows of men, true perytons from the Azlanti word meaning “damned.”[/sblock]</blockquote>

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