Somewhere in the Chaotic Territories on Eklipses...

They are alive, as it was stated in the ancient text,

Though in the same vein in how we foolish humanoids view the animals to be below us,

For if they do not bow down to it, they will become vexed and eroded by their majesty,

It powers froth forth from the power of death, as it's perplexed by the defiant and the foolish.

It brings ruin upon them, for they chose to defy its will and its tenants,

As it creates land full of nothing resembling life,

But their imitation born from death and strife as the deity sees fit,

As its followers spread the word of its belief and fear to hopefully become rife in new lands.

It brings forth ruin, upon this land that had once isolated it, harmed it, shunned it, 

Oh, so it was said, by the first of its followers, those alike in their grief shared with our lord,

Those who joined it, during the time it was said to have been a mortal with nothing but grit,

As it defied those who covered our great lord in mud, now they can't help but stare in their last moments in disbelief.

As the one, they kicked down in the dirt is now standing high above them,

With many of her follower's weapons ready to pierce metal and flesh,

Bringing death and slaughter to the land, ending lives just as quick as they were to condemn,

To force those aloof and indifferent beings from high above to refresh this world.

But then the Lord was sealed within the earth,

By the vile worshippers of order, who follow such a wicked lord,

Forced to slumber as we worked to unearth them from their cold prison,

As we did so, we gather forth more followers, to serve as one cohesive horde.

For our Lord, the only action left now,

Now that the world has forgotten even why it began its rampage from its rebirth,

The reason why it began all that it did and allow,

It shall begin its task once more, to decide just how much everyone is worth.~

Written by, an Unknown Worshipper