The Book of Sanguine
This book is ancient; the parchment crumbles to your touch, and only the first few pages are legible.
...thus our greatest scholars discovered a terrible truth. That we are alone on this world, and no god watches over us. That for the spirits of our brethren, who fell after long millennia in battle or through accident, there was no afterlife, no paradise after death. In our pride, we thought ourselves better than this fate. From the uncounted millions of our departed brethren whose souls were trapped in the adra, we channeled an untold amount of power. An entity was created.
We hailed her as the Great Mother, the salvation of our people. She would create a new plane, a mirror world where we could live in eternal bliss after death. She would look after our people in the Material and beyond. She was God.
But into her spirit poured not only the fairness of our people, but also our ambition and avarice. She became a tyrannical god, demanding blood sacrifice and siphoning our spirits to feed her unceasing thirst for more power. She became known as Sanguine - the Blood Mother.
Finally, it became too much. We revolted against her power, and war wracked the world. I will not dwell on that war, only to say that it was catastrophic. In the end, she was defeated. Our afterlife was destroyed, becoming the transitory shadow world known as the Ethereal Plane, while Sanguine was banished far beneath the world. This came at great cost, for 90% of our people were struck by the Curse of Sanguine. They became the mortal races. In time, other gods were created, but none rivalled her in power...
...those of us with this knowledge await Sanguine's return with trepidation. We know she will be back...
...thus our greatest scholars discovered a terrible truth. That we are alone on this world, and no god watches over us. That for the spirits of our brethren, who fell after long millennia in battle or through accident, there was no afterlife, no paradise after death. In our pride, we thought ourselves better than this fate. From the uncounted millions of our departed brethren whose souls were trapped in the adra, we channeled an untold amount of power. An entity was created.
We hailed her as the Great Mother, the salvation of our people. She would create a new plane, a mirror world where we could live in eternal bliss after death. She would look after our people in the Material and beyond. She was God.
But into her spirit poured not only the fairness of our people, but also our ambition and avarice. She became a tyrannical god, demanding blood sacrifice and siphoning our spirits to feed her unceasing thirst for more power. She became known as Sanguine - the Blood Mother.
Finally, it became too much. We revolted against her power, and war wracked the world. I will not dwell on that war, only to say that it was catastrophic. In the end, she was defeated. Our afterlife was destroyed, becoming the transitory shadow world known as the Ethereal Plane, while Sanguine was banished far beneath the world. This came at great cost, for 90% of our people were struck by the Curse of Sanguine. They became the mortal races. In time, other gods were created, but none rivalled her in power...
...those of us with this knowledge await Sanguine's return with trepidation. We know she will be back...
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Manuscript, Religious
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