The World Gate/ The Veil of Worlds
Aug 31, 2014 0:45:22 GMT -5
Post by Thorlah on Aug 31, 2014 0:45:22 GMT -5
This is the information about our local landmark, the world famous 'World Gate', also called the 'Veil of Worlds', and is the culmination of the information gathered by the Zarosian forces from the Second Age onward.
Created before the First Age began (likely One Year BFA <Before First Age>) by Guthix, a former god focused on mortals well-being, the gate is comprised of minerals not even remotely capable of being formed naturally or artificially on this planet, and surged with energy as if it were the pulse of the planet's very soul.
"Truly it was a beautiful sight." said Saint Azzanadra, upon seeing the gate for the first time.
As the mortal-minded god went to rest, Lord Zaros came upon the planet, as if drawn in like a moth to a flame. The coincidental timing of Guthix being asleep and Lord Zaros' arrival is an incredible coincidence, and some scholars have speculated that the fabled 'Elder Gods' were to blame for Zaros being unable to sense the planet until after Guthix, the gatekeeper, was out of the way.
For the most part, Lord Zaros let the gate remain as a vital resource for Lady Seren to have use of, until the time came that he was shaken to the core at a perilous discovery, one so haunting, it has been deemed a state secret until the last thirty years, where the Council voted to reveal what scared Lord Zaros.
The 'Elder Gods' were incredibly real, unfathomably powerful, and horrifyingly apathetic to any existence aside from their own. Worse yet, they lived on the planet, and would erase the universe once they awoke.
What frightened Lord Zaros was the realization that they were due to awaken at any time.
His only hope of ensuring immediate safety was to beseech Lady Seren herself to side with him, and to lead the other gods in opposition against the Elders.
Guthix, however, had convinced Seren that such wanton interference with the world at large would be more harmful than helpful, and so she refused his dire requests.
In retaliation, Lord Zaros pulled the gate out of this realm, and placed it beyond the reach of the 'Unblessed', a term used in some writings to describe races not endowed with divine energies, such as the Mahjarrat.
The Gate, by in large, is unmentioned for the rest of the Second Age, as well as the Third, Fourth and majority of the Fifth Ages.
In the Fifth Age, scant writings by local gnomes and Elven scouts, colloquially called 'Mourners' mentioned a vague sense of familiarity in the area, as if their being there made them feel like they were home. Scholars have recently come to conclude that the ambient magics keyed into their souls, and changed the gate's destination to their race's home world, though we have no way of confirming this due to the Sixth Age.
Indeed, much changed in the Sixth Age, and most was not for the better.
The higher the rise, the farther the fall.
Our culture's greatest rise came at the return of our Lord, on Year One of the Sixth Age, and the release of his prominent generals and strategists.
Best of all, his warning did not fall upon deaf ears this time.
In his personal notes, Saint Azzanadra notes the determination of Lord Zaros as '...focused, and prepared. As if it were his singular thought for centuries, and the formation of his plan the culmination of his solitude, coupled with his experiences, as fresh as the wound in his chest from the horrid day.'
The most prominent mention of the gate afterwards is by Wahisietel the Wise, whereupon the name 'The Veil of Worlds' is first recorded in documentation.
That story will be covered specifically at a later date, but for now, we return to the gate's last hurrah, Year 50 of the Sixth Age.
The Zarosian records fall perilously silent in the matter of hours before the Great Sundering, but what is known is that the Gate let out a loud noise, painful to any race of beings near by to hear, and the energy was torn from the Gate, leaving it void of use forever more.
Though our ancestors sought the Gate in the futile hope of escaping this war-torn planet for a new one, their seeking of asylum led to our foundation as a society.
To the lost ones we give thanks, and in their honour we recount their journeys for all to read.
Beatae Memoriae
-Neil Allenby
Created before the First Age began (likely One Year BFA <Before First Age>) by Guthix, a former god focused on mortals well-being, the gate is comprised of minerals not even remotely capable of being formed naturally or artificially on this planet, and surged with energy as if it were the pulse of the planet's very soul.
"Truly it was a beautiful sight." said Saint Azzanadra, upon seeing the gate for the first time.
As the mortal-minded god went to rest, Lord Zaros came upon the planet, as if drawn in like a moth to a flame. The coincidental timing of Guthix being asleep and Lord Zaros' arrival is an incredible coincidence, and some scholars have speculated that the fabled 'Elder Gods' were to blame for Zaros being unable to sense the planet until after Guthix, the gatekeeper, was out of the way.
For the most part, Lord Zaros let the gate remain as a vital resource for Lady Seren to have use of, until the time came that he was shaken to the core at a perilous discovery, one so haunting, it has been deemed a state secret until the last thirty years, where the Council voted to reveal what scared Lord Zaros.
The 'Elder Gods' were incredibly real, unfathomably powerful, and horrifyingly apathetic to any existence aside from their own. Worse yet, they lived on the planet, and would erase the universe once they awoke.
What frightened Lord Zaros was the realization that they were due to awaken at any time.
His only hope of ensuring immediate safety was to beseech Lady Seren herself to side with him, and to lead the other gods in opposition against the Elders.
Guthix, however, had convinced Seren that such wanton interference with the world at large would be more harmful than helpful, and so she refused his dire requests.
In retaliation, Lord Zaros pulled the gate out of this realm, and placed it beyond the reach of the 'Unblessed', a term used in some writings to describe races not endowed with divine energies, such as the Mahjarrat.
The Gate, by in large, is unmentioned for the rest of the Second Age, as well as the Third, Fourth and majority of the Fifth Ages.
In the Fifth Age, scant writings by local gnomes and Elven scouts, colloquially called 'Mourners' mentioned a vague sense of familiarity in the area, as if their being there made them feel like they were home. Scholars have recently come to conclude that the ambient magics keyed into their souls, and changed the gate's destination to their race's home world, though we have no way of confirming this due to the Sixth Age.
Indeed, much changed in the Sixth Age, and most was not for the better.
The higher the rise, the farther the fall.
Our culture's greatest rise came at the return of our Lord, on Year One of the Sixth Age, and the release of his prominent generals and strategists.
Best of all, his warning did not fall upon deaf ears this time.
In his personal notes, Saint Azzanadra notes the determination of Lord Zaros as '...focused, and prepared. As if it were his singular thought for centuries, and the formation of his plan the culmination of his solitude, coupled with his experiences, as fresh as the wound in his chest from the horrid day.'
The most prominent mention of the gate afterwards is by Wahisietel the Wise, whereupon the name 'The Veil of Worlds' is first recorded in documentation.
That story will be covered specifically at a later date, but for now, we return to the gate's last hurrah, Year 50 of the Sixth Age.
The Zarosian records fall perilously silent in the matter of hours before the Great Sundering, but what is known is that the Gate let out a loud noise, painful to any race of beings near by to hear, and the energy was torn from the Gate, leaving it void of use forever more.
Though our ancestors sought the Gate in the futile hope of escaping this war-torn planet for a new one, their seeking of asylum led to our foundation as a society.
To the lost ones we give thanks, and in their honour we recount their journeys for all to read.
Beatae Memoriae
-Neil Allenby
