The Erondós, Legends of the Elder Days. 33rd Edition

Book 1 The times that where Before

"This is an ancient tale, recanted by the Lámœrian Peoples, who tell of how all began, before the Epoch of Time, before the Primordial Fires of Chaos and the Holy Light of Order. It was an Era beyond the Measure of All Time and Recollection. It was a nightmare, an endless expanse of nothingness, liken to a cold and still black ocean, where its brutal winds stung into the flesh of all living beings, like sharpened daggers. Bleak and blind were these beings whose names are terrible to utter, and whom dwelled therein this realm that shrouds and surrounds them still to this day. And there they dwell still; these blind primordial gods, screaming agonizingly in ceaseless consuming silence have lived in torturous existence for unfathomable eons of time." ~ Grand Wizard Xanglao Gao Xijang of House Zelxhia, The Times Before the Mythos Age Volume One.

[1:1] Long ago in a time beyond our comprehension, [1:2] it was in the unfathomable voids within the distant past, [1:3]that seemed like an unmentionable bad dream.

[1:4] It was the time of the Great Nightmare; [1:5] where the Dreaded Old Gods of Hunger and Bleakness Reigned Supreme.

[1:6] Their names are each forbidden and terrible to utter, [1:7] they were all and singular and formless, [1:8] like a puddle of water, [1:9] and as deep and black as the eternal abysmal plains.

[1:10] They hated and destroyed all that once was therein long ago.

[1:10] They hated life and snuffed it out, [1:11] thus they became deathless.

[1:12] They hated sleeping and dreaming, [1:13] and so it ceased to be.

[1:14] They hated the light and had destroyed it within their blackened maws, [1:15] and darkness consumed all that once was.

[1:16] They hated sounds and one by one silence fell upon them all, [1:17] until there were none left to scream, [1:18] as their teeth gnashed into all the worlds, [1:19] and into all of their being.

[1:20] They hated movement and ceased all action, [1:21] thus they became so very still, [1:22] like the bottom of a deep empty well.

[1:23] Their hatred was complete and so they were and so shall they be.

[1:24] Each of these Gods were greatly destructive, [1:25] wielding powers of only pure evil, [1:26] and they ceaselessly sought sustenance in the dead silence they dwelled, [1:27] and in the emptiness that shrouds and surrounds them, [1:28] their will was absolute and were only blinded by the blackness of their creation, [1:29] and their thoughts only silent screams of restlessness.

[1:30] Until Theo Návrös'mŏrtoz came into being, [1:31] from the spark of life and light within her yearning dreams, [1:32] the Primordial All-Mother dared to defy the Perfect Order of her bleak brothers, [1:33] and so with her powers gave form in the abyss within her womb and brought forth a son.

[1:34] Than Theo Ólom Vóqīno, The All-Father, was born, [1:35] with him came the epoch of time and the ages, [1:36] he came into being by his burning will, [1:37] fully formed and alight in this oppressive blackness, [1:38] he was singular and perfect in his body, [1:39] and in his mind and in his heart and in his soul.

[1:40] The Dreaded Old Gods of the Void saw the child of primordial fire, [1:41] and in their hatred of his being, [1:42] they attempted to eat him for their own gain, [1:43] screaming in anguishing hunger and gnashing their teethed maws.

[1:44] The All-Father fought a long and terrible battle against the Dreaded Old Gods of the Void, [1:45] taking his Mother's Heart with him, [1:46] and a fragment of her soul and mind from her corpse.

[1:47] Ahôrannos was triumphant in his war, [1:48] and so he sealed the Dreaded Old Gods in a prison far from all things, [1:49] where they continue to dwell, [1:50] and their teethed maws ever gnashing and gnawing at the barriers between realities, [1:51] and there they yearn to once again be unleashed, [1:52] and spread a vile hungering dread, [1:53] to one day consume all of creation itself again.

[1:54] Though the battle against the Dreaded Old Gods took a toll on Ahôrannos for he was wounded and scarred, [1:55] with his blood and his fire and his sweat and his tears, [1:56] he took his mother's heart and her soul and her mind, [1:57] and made the sacred Theo Kosmikó'avogó, The Cosmic Egg, [1:58] that's shell is made of pure silver.

[1:59] Ahôrannos weak from his labour slept with the Cosmic Egg for a time, [1:60] his fires of life dimming yet his heart beats still strong, [1:61] and he gave onto the Cosmic Egg warmth in the surrounding darkness, [1:62] stirring the ancient blood confined therein with dreams upon dreams of life and being, [1:63] and waiting to be born anew now and forever.