The Tablets of Truth, Quetzpalin's Gospel
Written by Tou’Zul Tleko
THE PAST TABLETS
In the beginning, when the earth was still wrought with charred black-stone, when life had been extinguished by the unforeseen powers of the deities hiding beneath the surface, there was but one being. He who’s shell glimmered a bright green, sheltered by his egg from the great ending which came before him. He rested in the upturned stone, lying in wait. Time sat still. The world would remain stagnant as it waited patiently for his time to emerge from his shell, the sky shining down utop him so that he may be coaxed out of his shell faster. For centuries the egg sat. It would be thousands of moons later before the egg would finally break. For the first time in millenia the realm spoke, the silent landscape awoke to the cracking noise of the new age, Quetzpalin was born. His wings unfurled to reveal the emerald scales of the new age, glittering like thousands of green stars in the early rising sun. In his infancy he was bestowed the tablets of truth so he could rebuild the realm in his image, channeling his very being into all avenues of life. As he rose from his egg shells the scales which flaked off him became the plants and trees which litter Azura, taking root in the ash and carpeting the world in greenery. From his teeth came the first creatures, his first sons the dragons would fly to every corner of Azura to spread his will across the seas. Following this he imbued his very flesh into his creations, giving rise to the first people, the great lizardmen. In the sudden expansion of life he would simply guide his children to their feet, letting the moments pass as they bended and molded into countless new forms. In his ignorance however he made a mistake, a mistake that would plague him for eternity. From his fiery tongue slithered a new creature, one that commanded a power of sheer unrivaled proportion, the cunning Tizicoatl arose. The vile twin-headed serpent deceived his unwilling father by masking himself amongst the snakes, slithering beneath the depths of the continent to avoid his wrath. In his moment of realization, Quetzpalin would destroy any remnant of his tongue to avoid creating any new deities, forcing himself mute to his children’s dismay. Tizicoatl took the moment to recline himself to the depths of the known realm, biding his time as he festered beneath the surface like a blister upon one’s hide. There he would leech what was gifted to his brothers, hoarding power for himself. Although he would not strike his father, not yet, he was far too feeble for that. So there he sat, biding his time and waiting for Quetzpalin to falter. [TABLET MISSING] Young Sa’tu and his two brothers: Malo and Sec-u were raised under the guidance of Quetzpalin during the dawn of Lizardkin society, living in a proud trepheonic tribe nestled between the passes of what used to be the Emerald one’s scales. There Sa’tu was next in line to the rank of highpriest in their tribe, gaining influence both in his own tribe and others. In his absence, Tizicoatl had gotten stronger and more cunning than ever, weaving his way into mortal dispute like a thread through a needle. His conquest for rule eventually led him to the purest of lizardmen tribes, the three brothers. Young Sa’tu was unaware of the snake's deceit as it slid past him into his brother's abodes. From there it would whisper sweet nothings into the two, attempting to make them turn on Sa’tu. Sec-u remained steadfast from Tizicoatl’s ploys, attempting to warn his younger brother of his impending doom. Alas, using Malo as a puppet Tizicoatl struck him down, leaving Malo and Sa’tu to clash over the rule of the pure tribe. Tizicoatl was unprepared for Young Sa’tu however, assuming he was nothing more than a child. Thus Sa’tu utilized his holy gifts bestowed by the Emerald One and struck back his own brother, scalding the serpent in the process. For now the serpent had been defeated, never again would it use a mortal host as he was left scarred by Sa’tu’s sacrifice. For centuries thereafter Tizicoatl would make it his life's work to destroy the lizardmen peoples, manipulating the lords of warmblooded man into violence against them. Ultimately war and conquest would leave Quetzpalin’s children fragmented and disorientated. A dormian woman would become the next victim of Tizicoatl, her hatred toward the lizardmen race was impalpable. She was the perfect candidate. Using his will he offered her emmersuable power in return for her servitude to his command, she of course, assuming this pitiful serpent was an easy opponent accepted his proposition. Tizicoatl took every soul he had duped over centuries of cunning and filled her own with the countless combined powers of those he had taken, causing her to ripple with a newfound aura. No longer was the dormian cultist she had dreamt of becoming, rather she was stripped of her very flesh and mangled into a skeletal nightmare, Ank’cuhtli was born. Using his newfound puppet, Tizicoatl warped the Red-Skulled Woman into leeching the lifeforce of the realm, driving the dead to herself. Quetzpalin, seeing this, came down from his kingdom in the clouds and met the new monster in talons and flame. For what would soon be known as the Great Shattering, the two monstrous entities brought hell down top of eachother, clashing in the skies before driving down into the Azuran Crust, shattering the landmass into the continents we know today. The Skulled Woman proved to be efficient in combat, beating back the Emerald lord as she consumed ever more power. In his final act against her and in a desperate attempt to hinder her growth Quetzpalin brought down the sun itself which scalded her eyes until she was plagued with disorientation. In her moment of vulnerability Quetzpalin banished her to the realm between realms, a land where she lives to decide who enters Quetzpalin’s haven or her own personal land of torment. Quetzpalin finally turned his attention to Tizicoatl, the twin headed serpent, the great deceiver, whose tongue whispers, and he brought down his wrath upon him. [TABLET MISSING] THE MODERN TABLETS
Brothers and sisters of the great scaled peoples, there is a blight in our people. There is a sickness among our peoples' once lush garden, contorting its thorns and talons to pull what little of our patch remains. This sickness is not a plight we can simply await to pass, no, it is a cancer that must be torn clean from our backside and cauterized with the might of Quetzpalin himself. It has been willed by the great scaled lords that the Nilikotoka Yaoyotl on this grave sickness must be hastened. The eradication of such filth from our lands. The destruction of the Northern Tizimen is at hand. The audacity of the warmbloods is cause for the correction of the scaled peoples, the correction of his most holy of actions. So take arms brothers, take arms and prepare for the rise of our peoples once again. Tizicoatl beckons the weak to his abode, denying such offers, he who bears the mark of the north is not your friend. After recent pilgrimage to the cities of Kostiketsalkuetspallin tlan and Kuauiueyaltepetl I’ve discovered something pressing to our entire people. Our youth fragmented by the actions of the Tizimen who clashed with our forefathers have been stripped of their identity by the filth of the northern states, rendered nothing more than pawns in their conquest for the domination of all those beneath them. This is most pressing in the eastern city of Kuauiueyaltepetl who have enslaved our brothers into the ranks of their military. The loyal tongued reptiles give their lives for a state which does not represent them in any semblance of the word, accepting their carcasses without paying the honors of a warrior lost to the cruelty of war. These men bear the same marks as their warmblooded counterparts yet are not held in the same manner as their supposed equals. These godless people have no state head for the lizardmen race, their high priest or lack thereof is crowned by a man who couldn’t even face me when I brought myself to his abode. The blatant cowardice and unjust superiority these people express should not be tolerated by anyone, especially toward Quetzpalin’s children. These actions cannot be allowed to exist without the punishment of the lizardman people and if they are not corrected swiftly we will see to it that such inaction is dealt with decisively and humanely. To the state of Kostiketsalkuetspallin tlan, what cattle you are. You watch blindly as your filthy lords take whatever ounce of gain you might've had to face a frivolous conflict that they themselves instigated. I bear witness to my brothers and sisters left to the grime of the street traumatized for the actions directed against my people or forced to work in dead-end jobs instead of fulfilling Quetzpalin’s teachings. It sickens me to my core that such events were ever let to happen. What is worse however is the action or lack thereof to rectify the previous mistakes of the state. It is no secret that the head of Kostiketsalkuetspallin tlan’s state supported the efforts of the Amochiixtli in their genocide of the Mee’rackian people. Their support for such a vile power in their action against the peaceful lizardmen states is something inhumanly revolting. To allow such is one thing but the denial of it? The audacity! The lizardmen born under Kostiketsalkuetspallin tlan’s banner know nothing of their people’s history and live in ignorance to the atrocities in part caused by the state they live under. And they’re expected to pay this murderous state tribute? For a god that is not their own? The mockery of my people shall no longer be allowed. Take a warning northerner, respond to my peoples demands or meet your end at the end of the Nilikotoka Yaoyotl. Finally the last of the major northern states, Xalueyaltepetl. O’ great friends of the sands, why did you forsaken my people? You were destined to repel the Amochiixtli from our soil but after the great floods you never returned to the rivers. Why? Why did you abandon my people in our time of need? When we reared our fragmented militias to hinder the Amochiixtli menace to hasten their destruction for you? It puzzled us when you left our men in the dark to the bitter reality that you wouldn’t return. When you finally did return to finish what you started the lizardmen had been dragged into their ranks, assimilated and stripped of their cultures. Your focus on the cousin meridian peoples is understandable but your inaction has lead to strife within the true faith of our peoples and those Tizicoatl has lead astray. We plead with the sand state that they return the favor of our peoples and recognise our proud peoples as the rightful ruler of the eastern swamplands and make amends with our peoples. Your actions have given us our land again but your inaction to preserve those caught in the crossfire has left our vibrant land vulnerable to the carrion feeders that are the Tizimen Remnants. Tlauhkampa ueyaltepetl, you are not of the lands you call home. You tread on the soil of our forefathers, but you are no tizimen. The Shijonian people have been a surprising guest in our territories and you’ve respectfully kept to your own village in the south. We understand you follow a different faith to our own and we’re grateful you tolerate ours as much as we yours. That said, the land you’ve been allowed to live upon is a delicate place and needs to be maintained with the care and grace of Quetzpalin’s children. We ask that you take our concerns to heart when we meet again so our peoples can coexist in his holy lands without strife. Our history is shaky that is certain but we are willing to cooperate with you as we extend our hand in friendship to rebuild the broken tribes into a thriving state. To end our concerns comes the most vile Tizimen, Chimalistlakatilistin. Your ‘Order’ knows no respect for the tribes of the Quetzpalin’s Children or any state you tread upon. You bear a mark of peace which you do not uphold or deserve to bear. The evils which you have beaten back have corrupted you, your commanders contorted by the forked tongues of the twin-headed serpent. You do not belong in the swamplands and never have, if you value your lives you will stay out of our lands or we will personally bring Quetzpalin’s might down on top of you. You will endure the pain you’ve caused to so many, watch your facade crumble away for all to see what lies beneath. You are nothing but a snake hiding in the shell of a once-proud relic of the past. Begone with you, never return. PLEADS OF THE ZUL SILVADOMUS / Kuauiueyaltepetl
In the beginning, when the earth was still wrought with charred black-stone, when life had been extinguished by the unforeseen powers of the deities hiding beneath the surface, there was but one being. He who’s shell glimmered a bright green, sheltered by his egg from the great ending which came before him. He rested in the upturned stone, lying in wait. Time sat still. The world would remain stagnant as it waited patiently for his time to emerge from his shell, the sky shining down utop him so that he may be coaxed out of his shell faster. For centuries the egg sat. It would be thousands of moons later before the egg would finally break. For the first time in millenia the realm spoke, the silent landscape awoke to the cracking noise of the new age, Quetzpalin was born. His wings unfurled to reveal the emerald scales of the new age, glittering like thousands of green stars in the early rising sun. In his infancy he was bestowed the tablets of truth so he could rebuild the realm in his image, channeling his very being into all avenues of life. As he rose from his egg shells the scales which flaked off him became the plants and trees which litter Azura, taking root in the ash and carpeting the world in greenery. From his teeth came the first creatures, his first sons the dragons would fly to every corner of Azura to spread his will across the seas. Following this he imbued his very flesh into his creations, giving rise to the first people, the great lizardmen. In the sudden expansion of life he would simply guide his children to their feet, letting the moments pass as they bended and molded into countless new forms. In his ignorance however he made a mistake, a mistake that would plague him for eternity. From his fiery tongue slithered a new creature, one that commanded a power of sheer unrivaled proportion, the cunning Tizicoatl arose. The vile twin-headed serpent deceived his unwilling father by masking himself amongst the snakes, slithering beneath the depths of the continent to avoid his wrath. In his moment of realization, Quetzpalin would destroy any remnant of his tongue to avoid creating any new deities, forcing himself mute to his children’s dismay. Tizicoatl took the moment to recline himself to the depths of the known realm, biding his time as he festered beneath the surface like a blister upon one’s hide. There he would leech what was gifted to his brothers, hoarding power for himself. Although he would not strike his father, not yet, he was far too feeble for that. So there he sat, biding his time and waiting for Quetzpalin to falter. [TABLET MISSING] Young Sa’tu and his two brothers: Malo and Sec-u were raised under the guidance of Quetzpalin during the dawn of Lizardkin society, living in a proud trepheonic tribe nestled between the passes of what used to be the Emerald one’s scales. There Sa’tu was next in line to the rank of highpriest in their tribe, gaining influence both in his own tribe and others. In his absence, Tizicoatl had gotten stronger and more cunning than ever, weaving his way into mortal dispute like a thread through a needle. His conquest for rule eventually led him to the purest of lizardmen tribes, the three brothers. Young Sa’tu was unaware of the snake's deceit as it slid past him into his brother's abodes. From there it would whisper sweet nothings into the two, attempting to make them turn on Sa’tu. Sec-u remained steadfast from Tizicoatl’s ploys, attempting to warn his younger brother of his impending doom. Alas, using Malo as a puppet Tizicoatl struck him down, leaving Malo and Sa’tu to clash over the rule of the pure tribe. Tizicoatl was unprepared for Young Sa’tu however, assuming he was nothing more than a child. Thus Sa’tu utilized his holy gifts bestowed by the Emerald One and struck back his own brother, scalding the serpent in the process. For now the serpent had been defeated, never again would it use a mortal host as he was left scarred by Sa’tu’s sacrifice. For centuries thereafter Tizicoatl would make it his life's work to destroy the lizardmen peoples, manipulating the lords of warmblooded man into violence against them. Ultimately war and conquest would leave Quetzpalin’s children fragmented and disorientated. A dormian woman would become the next victim of Tizicoatl, her hatred toward the lizardmen race was impalpable. She was the perfect candidate. Using his will he offered her emmersuable power in return for her servitude to his command, she of course, assuming this pitiful serpent was an easy opponent accepted his proposition. Tizicoatl took every soul he had duped over centuries of cunning and filled her own with the countless combined powers of those he had taken, causing her to ripple with a newfound aura. No longer was the dormian cultist she had dreamt of becoming, rather she was stripped of her very flesh and mangled into a skeletal nightmare, Ank’cuhtli was born. Using his newfound puppet, Tizicoatl warped the Red-Skulled Woman into leeching the lifeforce of the realm, driving the dead to herself. Quetzpalin, seeing this, came down from his kingdom in the clouds and met the new monster in talons and flame. For what would soon be known as the Great Shattering, the two monstrous entities brought hell down top of eachother, clashing in the skies before driving down into the Azuran Crust, shattering the landmass into the continents we know today. The Skulled Woman proved to be efficient in combat, beating back the Emerald lord as she consumed ever more power. In his final act against her and in a desperate attempt to hinder her growth Quetzpalin brought down the sun itself which scalded her eyes until she was plagued with disorientation. In her moment of vulnerability Quetzpalin banished her to the realm between realms, a land where she lives to decide who enters Quetzpalin’s haven or her own personal land of torment. Quetzpalin finally turned his attention to Tizicoatl, the twin headed serpent, the great deceiver, whose tongue whispers, and he brought down his wrath upon him. [TABLET MISSING] THE MODERN TABLETS
Brothers and sisters of the great scaled peoples, there is a blight in our people. There is a sickness among our peoples' once lush garden, contorting its thorns and talons to pull what little of our patch remains. This sickness is not a plight we can simply await to pass, no, it is a cancer that must be torn clean from our backside and cauterized with the might of Quetzpalin himself. It has been willed by the great scaled lords that the Nilikotoka Yaoyotl on this grave sickness must be hastened. The eradication of such filth from our lands. The destruction of the Northern Tizimen is at hand. The audacity of the warmbloods is cause for the correction of the scaled peoples, the correction of his most holy of actions. So take arms brothers, take arms and prepare for the rise of our peoples once again. Tizicoatl beckons the weak to his abode, denying such offers, he who bears the mark of the north is not your friend. After recent pilgrimage to the cities of Kostiketsalkuetspallin tlan and Kuauiueyaltepetl I’ve discovered something pressing to our entire people. Our youth fragmented by the actions of the Tizimen who clashed with our forefathers have been stripped of their identity by the filth of the northern states, rendered nothing more than pawns in their conquest for the domination of all those beneath them. This is most pressing in the eastern city of Kuauiueyaltepetl who have enslaved our brothers into the ranks of their military. The loyal tongued reptiles give their lives for a state which does not represent them in any semblance of the word, accepting their carcasses without paying the honors of a warrior lost to the cruelty of war. These men bear the same marks as their warmblooded counterparts yet are not held in the same manner as their supposed equals. These godless people have no state head for the lizardmen race, their high priest or lack thereof is crowned by a man who couldn’t even face me when I brought myself to his abode. The blatant cowardice and unjust superiority these people express should not be tolerated by anyone, especially toward Quetzpalin’s children. These actions cannot be allowed to exist without the punishment of the lizardman people and if they are not corrected swiftly we will see to it that such inaction is dealt with decisively and humanely. To the state of Kostiketsalkuetspallin tlan, what cattle you are. You watch blindly as your filthy lords take whatever ounce of gain you might've had to face a frivolous conflict that they themselves instigated. I bear witness to my brothers and sisters left to the grime of the street traumatized for the actions directed against my people or forced to work in dead-end jobs instead of fulfilling Quetzpalin’s teachings. It sickens me to my core that such events were ever let to happen. What is worse however is the action or lack thereof to rectify the previous mistakes of the state. It is no secret that the head of Kostiketsalkuetspallin tlan’s state supported the efforts of the Amochiixtli in their genocide of the Mee’rackian people. Their support for such a vile power in their action against the peaceful lizardmen states is something inhumanly revolting. To allow such is one thing but the denial of it? The audacity! The lizardmen born under Kostiketsalkuetspallin tlan’s banner know nothing of their people’s history and live in ignorance to the atrocities in part caused by the state they live under. And they’re expected to pay this murderous state tribute? For a god that is not their own? The mockery of my people shall no longer be allowed. Take a warning northerner, respond to my peoples demands or meet your end at the end of the Nilikotoka Yaoyotl. Finally the last of the major northern states, Xalueyaltepetl. O’ great friends of the sands, why did you forsaken my people? You were destined to repel the Amochiixtli from our soil but after the great floods you never returned to the rivers. Why? Why did you abandon my people in our time of need? When we reared our fragmented militias to hinder the Amochiixtli menace to hasten their destruction for you? It puzzled us when you left our men in the dark to the bitter reality that you wouldn’t return. When you finally did return to finish what you started the lizardmen had been dragged into their ranks, assimilated and stripped of their cultures. Your focus on the cousin meridian peoples is understandable but your inaction has lead to strife within the true faith of our peoples and those Tizicoatl has lead astray. We plead with the sand state that they return the favor of our peoples and recognise our proud peoples as the rightful ruler of the eastern swamplands and make amends with our peoples. Your actions have given us our land again but your inaction to preserve those caught in the crossfire has left our vibrant land vulnerable to the carrion feeders that are the Tizimen Remnants. Tlauhkampa ueyaltepetl, you are not of the lands you call home. You tread on the soil of our forefathers, but you are no tizimen. The Shijonian people have been a surprising guest in our territories and you’ve respectfully kept to your own village in the south. We understand you follow a different faith to our own and we’re grateful you tolerate ours as much as we yours. That said, the land you’ve been allowed to live upon is a delicate place and needs to be maintained with the care and grace of Quetzpalin’s children. We ask that you take our concerns to heart when we meet again so our peoples can coexist in his holy lands without strife. Our history is shaky that is certain but we are willing to cooperate with you as we extend our hand in friendship to rebuild the broken tribes into a thriving state. To end our concerns comes the most vile Tizimen, Chimalistlakatilistin. Your ‘Order’ knows no respect for the tribes of the Quetzpalin’s Children or any state you tread upon. You bear a mark of peace which you do not uphold or deserve to bear. The evils which you have beaten back have corrupted you, your commanders contorted by the forked tongues of the twin-headed serpent. You do not belong in the swamplands and never have, if you value your lives you will stay out of our lands or we will personally bring Quetzpalin’s might down on top of you. You will endure the pain you’ve caused to so many, watch your facade crumble away for all to see what lies beneath. You are nothing but a snake hiding in the shell of a once-proud relic of the past. Begone with you, never return. PLEADS OF THE ZUL SILVADOMUS / Kuauiueyaltepetl
- Representation in the Silvadomus State Government for the lizardmen peoples.
- The recognition of Quetzpalin’s True Faith.
- The introduction of the true faith into the state at large.
- The reeducation of the lizardmen beneath its banner to the faith of Quetzpalin.
- The acknowledgement of the state’s involvement in the Mee’rack Genocide and compansation for the families and tribes disrupted by its actions.
- Recognise the Lizardmen Tribes and the Scaled Peoples as the rightful rulers of the eastern swamplands.
- Allow the Lizardmen tribes to return to their territories and prevent the further destruction of the holy swamplands.
- Unify with the Scaled-Peoples states into a collaborative conglomerate and coexist without strife.
- Mark yourselves as a false protectorate and acknowledge your atrocities levied against the swamps people and the denizens of Ludwag.
- Abandon your efforts in the swamplands and vacate any unlawful construct you may have built on swamp soil.
- Discard the mark you wear, you don’t deserve to bear its sigil.
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