Covenant of Twilight
Information on the history, mythology and structure of The Covenant of Twilight
The Twilight Covenant is the worship of Astraeus and his band of oddfellows, that travel the realms between day and night, basking in the romance of colours, freethinking and opportunity.
Astreaus and his allies according to the heavens mythology rule the realms of creativity, art, revelry, love, freedom, passion, change and luck. ''My heart broke twice and in the void between I saw true colour shift from high purples to deep reds, as my passion for life burned. In that moment I knew that I was and that I would continue to be. For the destruction of me, is the birth of change and possibility''.
-Written by Bastardo Galiard, My Early Confessions, 782 AD, The Second Age.
According to some scriptures Astraeus is said to have grazed Pangea with his presence, hidden in his avatar form of crimson and purple robes, as he travelled the world. Sensing his opportunity while his brother Helios was mourning the loss of Eos. Bathing where ever he went, in beautiful twilight, shadowing the otherwise dark tears of heaven. With him, he introduced the world to the first elves and the curious creatures known as gnomes, the children of Twilight and Dusk, that he brought with him from the Feywild, then a cauldron of pure chaotic creative force.
The preaching of Astraeus, the Dusk Sage, birthed into existence a new wave of artists and thinkers. That blessed Zenithra with a treasure trove of art, poems and books. Thus his teachings made him the patron of poets and troubadours everywhere.
He blessed all whom showed the ability to create wonderful things, channeling his endless source of true inspiration through music and pencil. His Covenant then became an organisation worthy of praise, worshipped through the art of his followers, he opened their hearts to self-enlightenment through passion for life and love.
When Helios hid beneath the horizon and Astraeus walked the earth, he introduced the world to magic, through his lover, the goddess of the weave, Mystra. The high elves, whom were created in her form, started to teach the ways of her weave, as they had once learned. Handing off the gift of magic to the humans, halflings, and dwarfs of Pangea.
-Written by unknown poet, as dated back to the arcane twilight, circa 72 AD.
Astreaus and his allies according to the heavens mythology rule the realms of creativity, art, revelry, love, freedom, passion, change and luck. ''My heart broke twice and in the void between I saw true colour shift from high purples to deep reds, as my passion for life burned. In that moment I knew that I was and that I would continue to be. For the destruction of me, is the birth of change and possibility''.
-Written by Bastardo Galiard, My Early Confessions, 782 AD, The Second Age.
History
Origins
Originating by most accounts from the Feywild, the twilight covenant was brought into Pangea alongside the first migration of elves and other Fey creatures doing the Prismatic Schism.According to some scriptures Astraeus is said to have grazed Pangea with his presence, hidden in his avatar form of crimson and purple robes, as he travelled the world. Sensing his opportunity while his brother Helios was mourning the loss of Eos. Bathing where ever he went, in beautiful twilight, shadowing the otherwise dark tears of heaven. With him, he introduced the world to the first elves and the curious creatures known as gnomes, the children of Twilight and Dusk, that he brought with him from the Feywild, then a cauldron of pure chaotic creative force.
The preaching of Astraeus, the Dusk Sage, birthed into existence a new wave of artists and thinkers. That blessed Zenithra with a treasure trove of art, poems and books. Thus his teachings made him the patron of poets and troubadours everywhere.
He blessed all whom showed the ability to create wonderful things, channeling his endless source of true inspiration through music and pencil. His Covenant then became an organisation worthy of praise, worshipped through the art of his followers, he opened their hearts to self-enlightenment through passion for life and love.
The Prismatic Array
The prismatic array was the name of a school, and faction, that began preaching the teachings of Astraeus, Mystra, and the art of magic, somewhere before the era of twilight and long after. It is said they sheltered the whisper of their teacher, who spoke to them through the Feywild about the coming changes.When Helios hid beneath the horizon and Astraeus walked the earth, he introduced the world to magic, through his lover, the goddess of the weave, Mystra. The high elves, whom were created in her form, started to teach the ways of her weave, as they had once learned. Handing off the gift of magic to the humans, halflings, and dwarfs of Pangea.
The Dusk Wars
When the Golden Order learned about this new preacher, whos words spoke against their dead Queen, they sought to end him and any who followed him, beginning the dusk wars. The wars would last until the masked mistress Selene overtook the heavens from her brother Astraeus, sending the world into a peaceful slumber, that would wash away their desire for war and conflict, uniting the people once more, now under her beauty and graze.The Silken Night
Doing the era of the Silken Night Astraeus and his covenant, inspired by the satin veil of his sisters beauty, conducted music and poems to immortalise the passions of change. Unlike his brother Helios and his sister Selene, Astraeus was uninterested in ownership of the heavens, he simply wanted freedom to create art. The art of living. Not about becoming, but about being. So his followers praised his virtues as an artist, touched by his blessing a new wave of ideas flourished, embroidered by the silk of moonlight. ''My fellow man, is there no desire purer than that of longing for the touch of soft velvet hands. Adorned by the perfumed skin of love personified. O'! how my being is swelled by the this, my dreams lighted by candled roses, swaying in a gentle breeze of hope, promise and fire. A wish that carries me across the river of fear and to lands of soft hills..''-Written by unknown poet, as dated back to the arcane twilight, circa 72 AD.
''In the fabled words of the lost king of twilight, there is no beauty without freedom. But the gift of freedom is not something given, but something taken, for in our hearts we are our own wardens.''
- Unknown Source
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