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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GreatCthulhu" data-source="post: 4572318" data-attributes="member: 63124">@arcanaman: No, these gods are still worshipped and venerated, although there have also been mortals who have ascended to godhood. Alright, here's the next part... The advent of the builders With the Leshekk imprisoned, the World flourished, numerous species populating it, from the tiny fly to the mighty whale. But, for all their diversity and exultation of life, the World felt as if they lacked something.She was proud to be mother of all, but deep within her, she yearned for something that could recognise her, something that would love her just as she loved all her creation.So, she asked Ereth why Sanachmit was different than all the things she had made.Ereth was reluctant to grant her the secret of awareness, but it was Sanachmit who spoke to him and pleaded him to grant Latha the favour, for the Mother of Monsters felt just as lonely as the World.So, Ereth came down to Latha and within one night spoke to her of the creation of awareness. But he also warned her against granting these creations a divine spark, not wishing to hurt his beloved Lanashta with the sight of monsters again.Latha eagerly agreed with him and immediately set upon a creation that would surpass them all.However, in her eagerness, she forgot to replace the missing divine spark, leaving a dreadful hole in her creations' hearts.In gratitude, she made them in the image of Ereth, the image she perceived when he was forced to depart, avoiding the rays of Lanashta. Tall, with skin the colour of granite and a powerful mind, she set these beings free upon itself, gazing lovingly at her new creation.The Shias, Lanashta and even Ereth rejoiced, lauding Latha for her works, promising to shower her new children with all the gifts they had.The stars and the sun shone brighter for them, the night enveloped them like a warm blanket and nothing would ever be witheld from them in the care of Latha.The beings, who were given the name Lathame - meaning "Children of Latha" in the tongue of the gods - praised and thanked the gods for their gifts, hiding behind their smiles a dreadful truth.They hated them all. Most of all, they hated the world that had created them with a hole in their hearts, a hole that nothing could ever fill.Slowly, they set upon destroying the gods, only wanting revenge for their flawed forging.To this end, they built a city called Athamas, the epitome of wisdom and learning.And of warfare. Deep within the recesses of the city, they built a weapon. They had long since managed to harness the power of creation that flowed freely from Latha, having been taught its use by the World itself. Now, they used this power, the breath of the world that had created them, in an attempt to destroy everything.Still, they hid their devious plans behind smiles and praises. The gods suspected nothing, until it was too late.When the weapon was unleashed, it was supposed to target Lanashta first, hoping to extinguish her and murder the other gods in the darkness that would follow.But the first victim would come to be Eloeth, the Eye of Night.The moon, having come to enjoy the sun bathing it in her eternal light, could not stand to see Lanashta hurt and raced to protect her. He was instantly annihilated, his dying shriek shattering the star-filled void.It was instantly echoed by all the other gods and as they cradled the fallen moon, their anger grew.Feeling that the Lathame were already working powerful spells to unleash the weapon again, the gods wasted no time.Within one night that was illuminated by the sun and all the stars at once, they summoned their wrath upon Athamas. Fire was hurled forth from the sun, spears of light were thrown by every star on the firmament, the darkness smothered the towers like a shroud and the earth itself swallowed the great places and houses.But the Lathame had expected the revenge of the gods and so, not all of them died.One third was immediately slain, one third managed to escape. The remaining third vanished without a trace and were nowhere to be found again for eons to come.Those who escaped were hunted down, slain and devoured by the beasts of the wild, burned by the sun or strangled by hands of darkness.But not all of them died, for even before their attack upon the gods, they had heard voices from deep beneath the earth, voices that now told them where to go to find shelter.Down into the earth they went and soon, deep into the very heart of Latha where indescribable shadows stirred in uneasy slumber. They promised shelter from the wrath of the gods and the Lathame readily accepted. The Leshekk, for those were their saviours, saw nothing but tools in these beings that had begged to be spared. With them, they could once again sow destruction upon the world that had forsaken them.Being unable to create life on their own, they now were able to alter it, the canvas of their horrid art having come to them.Those who prostrated themselves before Orcus, a being of smoldering hate, a horned, bloated thing that had been born dead from the womb of Sanachmit yet had been unable to truly die, were transformed into horrid parodies of their new master, images of savagery that would later become known as Orcs.Mighty Dagon, who had soiled the sea for decades before being imprisoned, drowned his subjects in his cruel watery embrace. But the Lathame did not die, rising from the unclean pools as mockeries of their former form, beings akin to frogs and sharks, yet too much like their old selves to mistake them for natural creatures. They would later be called Kuo-Toas and Sahuagin.Those who had followed the whispers of Athosh found nothing but a pool of murky, stagnant water deep underground and, thirsty as they were, immediately sat down to drink, not knowing that the pool was Athosh, formless as he had been born. They died screaming as the flesh ran from their bones like water, to be reborn as mindless oozes, the same putrid slimes that plague underground caverns today.Athosh had a sibling, Chalyx, as formless as he was, but gifted with the ability to create and an intellect that was as removed from mortals as it was from the gods. The flesh of his supplicants ran, too, but it was quickly remade into appaling shapes, shapes that suited the eye of the inhuman master better. Those became all kinds of aberrant beings, most feared among them the Mind Flayers.Vaughar the immense, towering as tall as the highest mountains, was also found by a group ot Lathames, but they were too small for him, so he forced them to grow enough for him to see them. Not only did their size increase, but they also started to become brutish and barbaric, much like their new master, who send them forth with a grunt so that they disturb his sleep no longer. Those were the first Ogres and Giants.Finally, there was Glamacha. She had been born last, after Sanachmit had lapped up a portion of the wounded World's blood as her other children had already started their rampage. Having been born of the World as much as of Sanachmit, she had a great measure of control over the forces of creation, using it to spoil and foul every work of nature out of endless spite. Seeing her subjects, she decided that only those with the power to create were even worthy of her notice. So, she took the women of the Lathame into her care, twisting their bodies until they became hideous crones, their veins filled with unholy strenght and knowledge of the World's breath.The strong men were destined to be their bodyguards, so Glamacha disturbed their bodies as well, shearing away at their minds even as she granted them strength. Those would become the first trolls. The others who were not deemed strong enough, she made into little, cowardly things, their hearts filling with spite even as they were driven out of the caves. Thus were the goblins born.Some Lathame never found a Leshekk, forever wandering the lightless caves of the World, safe from the gods. Eventually, they settled and slowly grew again, but it would take thousands of years before they would venture to the surface once more. Phew....by the way, the Lathame are basically Vasharans from the Book of Vile Darkness. The next and last part of the creation myth will deal with how the other races come into being and also where the dragons come from.</blockquote>

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