Synopsis Istoriko
By Merlin of New Holffied
Written in 109 P.B.T (Post Burning Times)
Section I: Death of Tipota
In the beginning there was nothing
An endless expanse of black void
Ruled by the empty goddess, Tipota
Time did not move
The land did not shift, for
There was no land.
Tipota’s domain was absence
Eternity and nevermore all in one.
She ruled her expanse alone
Cold and empty as her kingdom
Until death came for her
In bursts of radiant glow.
First came the heavens,
And Óloi Paróntes ,the winged sun, and
His ten million angels.
Then came Titania Oberon
The faerie trickster, with an army
Of spirits and sprites
In a haze of glittering lights.
Finally, bursting from the flames
Came Thyella,
King of Her Thirteen Hells
With horrific beasts trailing behind her
As she scorched Tipota’s spotless void.
As the nothing became something
Blinded by the radiant light
Smothered by the faerie fog
Set ablaze by devil and imp
Tipota took her last breath.
Section II: Birth of Enodia
Ten million cycles
Past Tipota’s end
Three realms collided
When first Thyella lay with that
Fae trickster, conceiving their omen
Of khaos, Adamon, who in turn
Caught the gaze of
His Holy Majesty, Óloi.
Their union produced a child
Of three realms, the creator of
Balance, the binding path between
Worlds, Enodia,
A goddess with earthen eyes.
Section III: Creation of Palutem
Enodia saw her immortal world,
Through a century,
Unchanging, unmoving, her family
Statues of minds.
With each year passing,
She grew bored, eternity slow
Against her cold chest.
Then, on the hundredth year,
When Óloi eclipsed Thyella’s throne
And Titania’s faerie army danced in their
Faeries realm
Enodia took light from Heaven
Took the sky from Titania’s Fantasia
And the sea and earth from the Hells.
She shaped a world,
Bright and forever changing,
Palutem, home of many creatures who
Sprouted from the earth to feed on its
Grassy fields and shining oceans,
Beneath her palms
The immortals all gathered
To see Enodia’s creation,
Amazed they reached for her lands,
But Enodia forced them back,
Only letting Óloi Paróntes, her father,
Cross the threshold.
Full of pride, for his daughter’s creation,
He reached to the ground and pulled against
The rock and clay,
Molding and shaping
Until the figure of a man stood before him.
With a single kiss,
Against the dirt figures forehead,
It sprung to life,
Now the first of mankind.
The process was repeated,
Until men created cities
and conquered Palutem’s surface.
Section IV: Arrival of the Fae
Immortal kind had since retreated
To the above, beyond, and below,
As Enodia guarded her precious creation.
But jealous fae still lingered,
Waiting for a moment to strike,
For they were jealous of the
Ebb and flow of
Mankind’s life.
Waiting for Enodia’s eyes to stray,
The mystic beings crept
Along the border of her world,
Until finally,
Enodia looked elsewhere
And the fae rushed in.
As the faeries arrived,
Magic came to Palutem,
Spreading across the land,
Birthing new beasts
That shaped the land and waters.
The mortals watched as their
Landscape was transformed,
Mountains blocking their eyes,
As Enodia’s balance left them,
Their world now more fae than
In-between.
Section V: Origin of Magus
It is in a fae’s nature to be drawn in
By shiny things,
So, makes it nature
That the most beautiful of humankind
Caught the interest of
Their unseelie eyes.
On the dawn of the first
Full moon,
At the time that
silver-crowned Cyndia
Rose from her silken sheets,
And graced the four realms with
Her presence
the first children were born of this
Unnatural marriage,
With the pointy ears of their
Fae Parents.
They spoke with mouthless faces,
Rainbow-bathed eyes and hair, with
Glittering presence.
Light harnessed at their fingertips,
They wielded the magic of Palutem.
The men called them “Magus,”
An abomination to be feared.
Section VI: The Splitting of Palutem
Through the intertwining
Of human blood and mage lineage
Came the decline of the power
The ancient magus held.
They changed,
As Palutem changed,
Its landmass splitting in two,
In the West, was little magic, kingdoms ruled
By mage-hunters donning crowns,
Crushing magekind beneath
Leather soles.
In the East, an untouched mass,
Where magic still thrived, dragons
Roamed the sky, and traitor faeries
Scattered the forests.
Section VII: The Formation of the Kingdoms for Purity and Humanity
Magekind were one
For every thousand humans.
Outnumbered and hated by the masses,
Mages hid in the shadows,
With few supporters,
As the tyrants in throne
Ordered their deaths,
By pyre and smoke,
Skin against burning wood,
And ashen lungs.
Coming together,
The nations of
The dry and forested Belfyre,
The northernmost Phosse,
The deserted Croacha,
The red-skyed Cardinia,
And the mossy green Whitwoc
To form an organization,
So vile, so zealous,
The Kingdoms for
Purity and Humanity.
They claimed fire to be
Our weakness,
But any experienced mage
Would know how to ward off
The heat, thus making
The main victim of their
Violations, our children.
Our numbers dwindled,
Day by day,
For two hundred years.
Section VIII: Fleeing the Eastern Nations
In darkness, there is light,
Just as in Tipota’s dead void,
Burst three colors of light.
As the East killed our matriarchs,
And slaughtered their daughters,
One man rose up,
From the flames,
From the persecution.
Magus supreme,
Archsorcerer
Saviour of Magekind,
The Weaver of Bridges,
His name
Aidenous
the Goldencrowned.
In the dead of night,
He led those remaining
In “pure” soil,
To the coast,
Pouring them into rafts,
Made of deadwood, and
Scraps found in the shadows,
And sailed them across the
Leviathan Sea,
To new land, new soil,
Untouched by man,
Into the mystic wilds
Of Majora.
And to this day,
We
Still
Stand.
