Jenrak
17-11-2006, 03:42
Jenrak gives out a warm welcome to the nations of the world, a call that perhaps your official religion comes into light as the grace of Enkur. For in Enkur, we live through death, for in Enkur, we live in peace, in prosperity amongst a sea of troubles, as in the great scripts of Ascherach, the homeland of the ancient ones, we come as one. As stated by Vaazka, “Make your words bread of your people, and your tongue the sword of your army. For talk and wage war through vocabulary, not vile destruction. Kill souls, not bodies, for as bodies are temporary, souls are everlasting” Vaazka 4:15.
Enkur lives in death, and we are everlasting! Join us, for our glorious love of the Tsellia, the holy rites that dictate the life for us all! Within your hearts, Ciraranaar and Enkur call as your fathers before you, for your freedom to come from the hearth of the cavernous human soul. Make the Tsellia your heart. Make Tsellianism your official religion, for with every nation that spreads the word of Enkur, becomes a brother to the true ways, glorious fortunes and vast armies rise in honour to defend.
Come join us.
The Tsellian Laws (Supported by excerpts from the Ascheran Scripts)
[1] A man demands equal respect from a woman. A woman demands equal respect from a man. Those who make inequality amongst the two children of the vestige of Azhuj are nothing more than heretics, for they do not acknowledge the children of Azhuj, and this Azhuj’s blood himself. And she to him, and he to her, for they are one, and as one they entranced together and triumphed against the multitude of the beasts upon this wretched world. For within the blessing of men and women, the man is blessed upon strength and valour, the women upon mind and haste. For within the four cores of honour – strength, valour, mind and haste – the greatness of an empire anew came about; an empire of humanity. Kelirius 2:1
[2] War upon the honour of Enkur is to be of defence till the rising enemy blade breaks yonder upon the countryside. When sun rises as victory, offence for the grace of Enkur may be taken, and thus his pride in stone. Take not tarnishes of the name of the fatherly Enkur by taking what is not given by the gods. Many gods play random chance, that they plan nothing out but to simply retain pointless games upon which they use their people are pawns. However, Enkur in his blessed judgement, makes nothing but honour of us, to make us proud and strong, yet he wishes no dishonour. For in dishonour comes hatred towards us, and by breaking those of their honour is dishonourable upon us. Only strip those of their honour when they have none to begin with. Kelirius 3:11
[3] Worship no more than Enkur and Ciraranaar. The other gods are apathetic, and apathy is fit for ignorance of glory. When Ciraranaar waged divine war of blossoms atop his castle in the sky, Enkur created a disc of a cage entrap his brother’s wrath, and in his blood to trap Ciraranaar, Enkur bred the greatest generals of his army – men – to fight against the final weapons upon the legions of Ciraranaar – women – and thus they came about and forged us as their children. As the other gods watched our creation, pawning us as they deemed fit, only Ciraranaar and Enkur make out of their way to aid us in our struggle for honour. Vaazka 12:2
[4] Make not apathy. Make not sloth. Slothfulness and apathy makes one inexperienced, and inexperience breaks the foundations of thought. The broken foundations of thought makes a broken kingdom. There was a kin of a kingdom whose bejewelled oft held with softness, the blade coarse but not a very strong one, crafting its light within the essence of the air. This empire rose upon broken apathy, upon broken slothfulness, and from this we are born, that Ascherach makes great glory of our selves within the realms of the great Enkur. Make broken apathy your teachings, make broken slothfulness your goals, and thus you make great honour and adhere to no slavery. Vaazka 12:4
[5] Kindness to your kin is required. Make selflessness amongst those who assume you of selfishness. Make good unto those who assume you of wickedness. Make honesty upon those who assume you of treachery. Make nothing but is good in the eyes of Enkur. For those who lie and meet and make nothing more than fools of ones who seek honour, for the greatest honour amongst all is mercy, and the merciful make great despite the failure. To make greatness upon those who deserve not seeks the highest honour. Vaazka 1:15
[6] When you are judged before the Gods, you make not the bow of king or court, but the bow of the lack of apathy and slothfulness. You make yourself whole and speak with the truth in your heart. You make naught of lies and falsehood, you make potentiality of truth. You become one with Enkur and a tainted soul gets taken out. When you are chained upon a golden throne within the eyes of Enkur, you say naught of what blood you bled for land, for country, for brother and sister, but for Enkur himself, for he judges your afterlife. You make blood bleed by the colour of your soul, you commit acts of distrust by the darkness of your hearts. When a lord asks you to commit heresy, Enkur sees your damnation, not theirs. Vaazka 3:22
[7] Make nothing of murder, make nothing of heresy. Benefiting from heresy is a gift from the unwanted, and taking an unwanted gift becomes a danger to you and everyone around you. A shrouded gift gives nothing more than a fog of dishonesty. Karbulia 16:64
[8] Respect your superiors. Enkur wishes them to be superior to you, and thus you must respect Enkur’s wishes by respecting your Lords, your nobles and your government. Rebellion is heresy, and heresy seeds damnation. Servitude in life is temporary, damnation in death is permanent. To rebel is to abject authority, and to take none of authority is to send experience of elderly thought to damnation, and the disapproval of knowledge. And thus disapproval of knowledge is the damnation of a soul. Karbulia 16:12
[9] Supporting Heresy is the mirror of being heretic. A Murder of a man is the same as the order of the murder of a man. Vizith Journals
[10] There is honour in war, and there is honour in pain. There is honour in fear, but more honour in courage. There is honour within all things, but some are more than others. Make the most honour with what you can do, and no matter how trivial the task may be, it is honourable, and the gods favour honour. Dishonour is the lack of honour, and so it is still honour, for it is empty honour. Vizith Journals
Follow these laws, and acknowledge so:
The ends of the world, Khraikhran, will come when the sinner will plunge his blade into the heart of the righteous.
Enkur died for our lives, yet Ackthal bled for our creation.
The full moon is the open gate on which the legions of evil pour forth.
Karbul is the great holy city of Tsellia. Here Enkur fought Ciranaar, and here the fortress of the moon of Arkthary blazed in battle against the fists of Ackthal in the Eldest Wars.
Excerpts from the Ascheran Bible:
Ascheran Bible
Script of Enkur
(1) In this world, there is nothing but chaos. In such a universe of blackened hearts, there is nothing more lethal to taste than defeat. It was so, and in this universe, in this coercive blade of existence that allowed such a small sliver of life to prosper, something rose. He rose. He was Ackthal, the great father of us all. He fathers all things, and in all things they are his sons, and as his sons they must obey great Ackthal and his whim. For from Ackthal, from his blood for which he sacrificed to give us life, comes everything we desire and everything we need to reach our desires. For that is what we wish – to gain our desires from our loyalty. From our loyalty Ackthal becomes pleased. He made the World. He made it whole, and he made it with his blood. And in his drop of blood be made the sword of creation, the dried blood creating the Sword which separated life from death. And in life, He made what was required to keep the test going. He made food, and He made sorrow, and he made trust and friendship. And in each, he gave a perfect trait to all. He made the world for his sons.
(2) Yet Ackthal was alone. He was all great, all powerful, but he knew he would give up his power to be naught of loneliness. He made great power. He made his children from the formations of blood from his eyelids. And in his eyelids, he turned himself into a window for his will for his children. But they were flawed. They were too weak to work with Ackthal. They were too unintelligent to listen to him. They were too untrustworthy for him to tell his secrets. These children were unreliable. So he made the opposite of these children. He made only one, a great child from his left hand, the hands of chaos. He made his hand no longer a hand of chaos, and he sired his child. And thus Ackthal made his child, whom in his name he called Arkthary.
(3) Arkthary was a great being. He made great things, such as passion, vengeance, ambition. But he made worse things, like betrayal, destruction and all things imperfect. He made betrayal against his siring brother, Ackthal. Ackthal was not pleased. He chained Arkthary to the dark rivers of the empty void. In a river that never existed, to a stone that is not real, Arkthary was chained in his own mind, and Ackthal kept him confined. But chained in his mind was his sanity and normality, and Arkthary existed still, but against his brother. Ackthal shielded himself against Arkthary, but something was wrong. Arkthary knew he could not fight against such a great foe, so he fought against a weak foe.
(4) And thus Arkthary took to the world, which hung on a silver chain from the bottom of the ocean, and he said to himself “I will make your children mine.” And so he did. In this whim and falter he turned a corrupt beast into a terrible foe, and in this terrible foe they turned on Ackthal’s teachings.
(5) First were the sea-people, the great Duhladuhns, on which they built all their ways to the whim of Arkthary. And Arkthary did not find it pleasing. In such a great way, over a single night, Duhladuhn was ravaged and sunk beneath the waves of the ocean. So it was, that Arkthary whom so cherished such solitude punished his followers when he wished none. Arkthary made children, and his children were great and strong like their father. They were named Scion, Izmishna, Enkur. Arkthary was pleased with his children, but Ackthal made his own. His children were born in the womb of his greatest child, Adelena. Adelena gave birth to Ciranaar, Sethlion and Zarazego. And they were thus. And a great schism begins.
The Script of Ciranaar
(1) The trumpet was blown, and Arkthary was in a great rage. The trumpets blew harder, and his ravaged fingers sent forth the legions. Great causeways and castles of the bones of the Duhladuhns were built, and Arkthary began to flee to the sanctums of his great castle, Thornduhn. In Thornduhn, he made a great world on a silver chain, and he made this world small, but it was not touched with life as Ackthal made this world. And he called this world Moon. And this so this was a moon. And all others like it were called a moon. And many days and many times Arkthary’s Moon would block out and stop the power of the fist of Ackthal, called Sun. This Sun would emanate great danger and life, both testament to the whim of Ackthal. And in his fortress, Arkthary built his legions from blood that did not exist. And he made this blood, and this blood became his soldiers.
(2) Arkthary told to his daughter Izmishna to bring destruction to this battle, and she did. And she ravaged and brought destruction to the lands for all greatness, and thus she brought damnation and chaos to the world once more, and thus it was given that all wars were to touch Izmishna’s destructive kiss. And thus Izmishna was at every war, and destruction and the undoing of Ackthal was the consequence. But Ackthal had greater will than either Arkthary or Izmishna, and Ackthal said, “Let all this war be done with, and in this I give my greatest power to my greatest son. Ciranaar shall bear Authority.” And so it was that Ciranaar bore authority on his shoulders, a great sword that was shining with a giant emerald glimmer.
(3) Ciranaar said “I will uphold all these things, and in my control, greatness will be formed.” And he did, and in the great roaring of the trumpets of Akhraduun, the great castle in the sky, the fortress of Arkthary was devoid of power.
(4) Arkthary was sentenced to a dark place, and in that dark place he lives in exile. And in exile he works his way. Ways that are of unleashing to allow Arkthary are: taking those of which you do not deserve, taking those of others you do not know of, taking those do you not wish to have yet you still do, taking the life of one, taking the life of one when they hear of a deed you do, taking your life, destroying such creation and resulting in the taking of life, dishonouring those of greater honour, and bearing false work to others. Arkthary works on these, and they are slowly weakening the joints of the realm when he is fed these things.
(5) And thus Ackthal said “I am done of all this labour, and I give such labour to all my children, and all my brother’s children, and in them they will govern as they see fit.”
The Script of Eduhria
(1) But as the Gods wallowed in their power upon the skies that dangled above the earth, a rebellion was forming, an uncertain god of his stature. Enkur was a great god but he did not enjoy his power which was measly and unattainable. And Enkur was angry, and in his righteous anger he slaughtered all his followers in his domain of Khrandiusk. And in Khrandiusk he broke the realms and took great soldiers from the dead towards his brother.
(2) And in the league of his brother Ciranaar, Enkur waged war. A great trumpet was roared again in this war, and it started under the watchful eyes of Ackthal, who said “My children may die, but the world and the universe will benefit from them.” And so the war began.
(3) And Enkur pushed his legions to Godhza. In Godhza Enkur made a new sword, the Aghurwrath, and he swung it with great fury to destroy all the armies of knowledge from Zarazego. But Zarazego foresaw it, and Zarazego attacked with the bows of Carcarus, but it was blocked by the Aghurwrath and the arrows nothing more than a breaking of splinters. And the breaking of splinters caused rain, and in this, the rain gave water to the world which no longer hung on upon the finger of the great Fate. And the war continued.
(4) In a great attack upon the castle of Zarazego, Enkur unleashed the Aghurwrath and he said ‘my sword is my finger and my finger will crush your form, to show my strength’. And it was, for the sword began to cut through stone and metal alike, and the waves crashed and the ground shook with every chasm that was made in every swing. Zarazego was surprised, but he foresaw it and launched against Enkur, but he could defeat him. Enkur then wooed Izmishna to join him, and the two of them joined to great a child, Delidhack, a great villain of old. Delidhack was a general and he fought with great tenacity, before he fell in love with the child of Ciranaar and Iaian, a human. This child was named Arnah, and she gave great love to all, and she was thus instrumental to defeating Delidhack.
(5) Arnah killed Delidhack, but she was imprisoned in the world of fire by Enkur for vengeance. Arnah was to suffer pain for a thousand millennia, but she was freed by a group of men who tried to rape her. However, they fell in such love that they no longer wished to harm her, and she was saved and went to the safety of Sethlion.
(6) Sethlion created a fortress for Arnah, and it was called Arnisiah. In this fortress, Zarazego helped Arnah pushed back the outposts of Enkur and Izmishna, but they could not fight Enkur for he was too powerful with Izmishna on his side. So Ciranaar descended and broke their powers. Ciranaar sentenced Izmishna to wander the world aimlessly, and Enkur to be stripped of his powers and forced to help in the land of Earth below.
(7) In the skies above, peace was reigned, but in the world below the world would shatter under Enkur’s fist.
(8) Enkur said “In my vengeance I will turn my suffering into joy, and through suffering of Ackthal’s children my joy will grow.” And he made others join to his side. And this was thus the beginning of the Heretics, the Ascherans. And the Ascherans followed and worshipped great Enkur.
(9) But Enkur wanted more power, and he quickly forced his people down to the south, and killed more, and he enjoyed it more. And it was thus that he built the empire of the Heretics, the Ascherans. But eventually they were shown the ways of the old lands, and they followed Enkur and his ways. And they became great believers, and no longer they were heretics, but still they kept their name to remember.
Benefits of joining the Tsellia
-Sons of Enkur will be aided by their brothers. Jenrak will assist nations through money, through economy. We shall make Tsellia an empire of wealth upon the tongues of glorious Enkur.
-Refugees may seek amnesty within Jenrak, people torn by wars of unbelievers may come to pray safely behind the wall of the Temsplace
-Temples will be constructed if required to give the masses a means to worship
Admit that you are a son of Enkur, and benefit from his grace.
Enkur lives in death, and we are everlasting! Join us, for our glorious love of the Tsellia, the holy rites that dictate the life for us all! Within your hearts, Ciraranaar and Enkur call as your fathers before you, for your freedom to come from the hearth of the cavernous human soul. Make the Tsellia your heart. Make Tsellianism your official religion, for with every nation that spreads the word of Enkur, becomes a brother to the true ways, glorious fortunes and vast armies rise in honour to defend.
Come join us.
The Tsellian Laws (Supported by excerpts from the Ascheran Scripts)
[1] A man demands equal respect from a woman. A woman demands equal respect from a man. Those who make inequality amongst the two children of the vestige of Azhuj are nothing more than heretics, for they do not acknowledge the children of Azhuj, and this Azhuj’s blood himself. And she to him, and he to her, for they are one, and as one they entranced together and triumphed against the multitude of the beasts upon this wretched world. For within the blessing of men and women, the man is blessed upon strength and valour, the women upon mind and haste. For within the four cores of honour – strength, valour, mind and haste – the greatness of an empire anew came about; an empire of humanity. Kelirius 2:1
[2] War upon the honour of Enkur is to be of defence till the rising enemy blade breaks yonder upon the countryside. When sun rises as victory, offence for the grace of Enkur may be taken, and thus his pride in stone. Take not tarnishes of the name of the fatherly Enkur by taking what is not given by the gods. Many gods play random chance, that they plan nothing out but to simply retain pointless games upon which they use their people are pawns. However, Enkur in his blessed judgement, makes nothing but honour of us, to make us proud and strong, yet he wishes no dishonour. For in dishonour comes hatred towards us, and by breaking those of their honour is dishonourable upon us. Only strip those of their honour when they have none to begin with. Kelirius 3:11
[3] Worship no more than Enkur and Ciraranaar. The other gods are apathetic, and apathy is fit for ignorance of glory. When Ciraranaar waged divine war of blossoms atop his castle in the sky, Enkur created a disc of a cage entrap his brother’s wrath, and in his blood to trap Ciraranaar, Enkur bred the greatest generals of his army – men – to fight against the final weapons upon the legions of Ciraranaar – women – and thus they came about and forged us as their children. As the other gods watched our creation, pawning us as they deemed fit, only Ciraranaar and Enkur make out of their way to aid us in our struggle for honour. Vaazka 12:2
[4] Make not apathy. Make not sloth. Slothfulness and apathy makes one inexperienced, and inexperience breaks the foundations of thought. The broken foundations of thought makes a broken kingdom. There was a kin of a kingdom whose bejewelled oft held with softness, the blade coarse but not a very strong one, crafting its light within the essence of the air. This empire rose upon broken apathy, upon broken slothfulness, and from this we are born, that Ascherach makes great glory of our selves within the realms of the great Enkur. Make broken apathy your teachings, make broken slothfulness your goals, and thus you make great honour and adhere to no slavery. Vaazka 12:4
[5] Kindness to your kin is required. Make selflessness amongst those who assume you of selfishness. Make good unto those who assume you of wickedness. Make honesty upon those who assume you of treachery. Make nothing but is good in the eyes of Enkur. For those who lie and meet and make nothing more than fools of ones who seek honour, for the greatest honour amongst all is mercy, and the merciful make great despite the failure. To make greatness upon those who deserve not seeks the highest honour. Vaazka 1:15
[6] When you are judged before the Gods, you make not the bow of king or court, but the bow of the lack of apathy and slothfulness. You make yourself whole and speak with the truth in your heart. You make naught of lies and falsehood, you make potentiality of truth. You become one with Enkur and a tainted soul gets taken out. When you are chained upon a golden throne within the eyes of Enkur, you say naught of what blood you bled for land, for country, for brother and sister, but for Enkur himself, for he judges your afterlife. You make blood bleed by the colour of your soul, you commit acts of distrust by the darkness of your hearts. When a lord asks you to commit heresy, Enkur sees your damnation, not theirs. Vaazka 3:22
[7] Make nothing of murder, make nothing of heresy. Benefiting from heresy is a gift from the unwanted, and taking an unwanted gift becomes a danger to you and everyone around you. A shrouded gift gives nothing more than a fog of dishonesty. Karbulia 16:64
[8] Respect your superiors. Enkur wishes them to be superior to you, and thus you must respect Enkur’s wishes by respecting your Lords, your nobles and your government. Rebellion is heresy, and heresy seeds damnation. Servitude in life is temporary, damnation in death is permanent. To rebel is to abject authority, and to take none of authority is to send experience of elderly thought to damnation, and the disapproval of knowledge. And thus disapproval of knowledge is the damnation of a soul. Karbulia 16:12
[9] Supporting Heresy is the mirror of being heretic. A Murder of a man is the same as the order of the murder of a man. Vizith Journals
[10] There is honour in war, and there is honour in pain. There is honour in fear, but more honour in courage. There is honour within all things, but some are more than others. Make the most honour with what you can do, and no matter how trivial the task may be, it is honourable, and the gods favour honour. Dishonour is the lack of honour, and so it is still honour, for it is empty honour. Vizith Journals
Follow these laws, and acknowledge so:
The ends of the world, Khraikhran, will come when the sinner will plunge his blade into the heart of the righteous.
Enkur died for our lives, yet Ackthal bled for our creation.
The full moon is the open gate on which the legions of evil pour forth.
Karbul is the great holy city of Tsellia. Here Enkur fought Ciranaar, and here the fortress of the moon of Arkthary blazed in battle against the fists of Ackthal in the Eldest Wars.
Excerpts from the Ascheran Bible:
Ascheran Bible
Script of Enkur
(1) In this world, there is nothing but chaos. In such a universe of blackened hearts, there is nothing more lethal to taste than defeat. It was so, and in this universe, in this coercive blade of existence that allowed such a small sliver of life to prosper, something rose. He rose. He was Ackthal, the great father of us all. He fathers all things, and in all things they are his sons, and as his sons they must obey great Ackthal and his whim. For from Ackthal, from his blood for which he sacrificed to give us life, comes everything we desire and everything we need to reach our desires. For that is what we wish – to gain our desires from our loyalty. From our loyalty Ackthal becomes pleased. He made the World. He made it whole, and he made it with his blood. And in his drop of blood be made the sword of creation, the dried blood creating the Sword which separated life from death. And in life, He made what was required to keep the test going. He made food, and He made sorrow, and he made trust and friendship. And in each, he gave a perfect trait to all. He made the world for his sons.
(2) Yet Ackthal was alone. He was all great, all powerful, but he knew he would give up his power to be naught of loneliness. He made great power. He made his children from the formations of blood from his eyelids. And in his eyelids, he turned himself into a window for his will for his children. But they were flawed. They were too weak to work with Ackthal. They were too unintelligent to listen to him. They were too untrustworthy for him to tell his secrets. These children were unreliable. So he made the opposite of these children. He made only one, a great child from his left hand, the hands of chaos. He made his hand no longer a hand of chaos, and he sired his child. And thus Ackthal made his child, whom in his name he called Arkthary.
(3) Arkthary was a great being. He made great things, such as passion, vengeance, ambition. But he made worse things, like betrayal, destruction and all things imperfect. He made betrayal against his siring brother, Ackthal. Ackthal was not pleased. He chained Arkthary to the dark rivers of the empty void. In a river that never existed, to a stone that is not real, Arkthary was chained in his own mind, and Ackthal kept him confined. But chained in his mind was his sanity and normality, and Arkthary existed still, but against his brother. Ackthal shielded himself against Arkthary, but something was wrong. Arkthary knew he could not fight against such a great foe, so he fought against a weak foe.
(4) And thus Arkthary took to the world, which hung on a silver chain from the bottom of the ocean, and he said to himself “I will make your children mine.” And so he did. In this whim and falter he turned a corrupt beast into a terrible foe, and in this terrible foe they turned on Ackthal’s teachings.
(5) First were the sea-people, the great Duhladuhns, on which they built all their ways to the whim of Arkthary. And Arkthary did not find it pleasing. In such a great way, over a single night, Duhladuhn was ravaged and sunk beneath the waves of the ocean. So it was, that Arkthary whom so cherished such solitude punished his followers when he wished none. Arkthary made children, and his children were great and strong like their father. They were named Scion, Izmishna, Enkur. Arkthary was pleased with his children, but Ackthal made his own. His children were born in the womb of his greatest child, Adelena. Adelena gave birth to Ciranaar, Sethlion and Zarazego. And they were thus. And a great schism begins.
The Script of Ciranaar
(1) The trumpet was blown, and Arkthary was in a great rage. The trumpets blew harder, and his ravaged fingers sent forth the legions. Great causeways and castles of the bones of the Duhladuhns were built, and Arkthary began to flee to the sanctums of his great castle, Thornduhn. In Thornduhn, he made a great world on a silver chain, and he made this world small, but it was not touched with life as Ackthal made this world. And he called this world Moon. And this so this was a moon. And all others like it were called a moon. And many days and many times Arkthary’s Moon would block out and stop the power of the fist of Ackthal, called Sun. This Sun would emanate great danger and life, both testament to the whim of Ackthal. And in his fortress, Arkthary built his legions from blood that did not exist. And he made this blood, and this blood became his soldiers.
(2) Arkthary told to his daughter Izmishna to bring destruction to this battle, and she did. And she ravaged and brought destruction to the lands for all greatness, and thus she brought damnation and chaos to the world once more, and thus it was given that all wars were to touch Izmishna’s destructive kiss. And thus Izmishna was at every war, and destruction and the undoing of Ackthal was the consequence. But Ackthal had greater will than either Arkthary or Izmishna, and Ackthal said, “Let all this war be done with, and in this I give my greatest power to my greatest son. Ciranaar shall bear Authority.” And so it was that Ciranaar bore authority on his shoulders, a great sword that was shining with a giant emerald glimmer.
(3) Ciranaar said “I will uphold all these things, and in my control, greatness will be formed.” And he did, and in the great roaring of the trumpets of Akhraduun, the great castle in the sky, the fortress of Arkthary was devoid of power.
(4) Arkthary was sentenced to a dark place, and in that dark place he lives in exile. And in exile he works his way. Ways that are of unleashing to allow Arkthary are: taking those of which you do not deserve, taking those of others you do not know of, taking those do you not wish to have yet you still do, taking the life of one, taking the life of one when they hear of a deed you do, taking your life, destroying such creation and resulting in the taking of life, dishonouring those of greater honour, and bearing false work to others. Arkthary works on these, and they are slowly weakening the joints of the realm when he is fed these things.
(5) And thus Ackthal said “I am done of all this labour, and I give such labour to all my children, and all my brother’s children, and in them they will govern as they see fit.”
The Script of Eduhria
(1) But as the Gods wallowed in their power upon the skies that dangled above the earth, a rebellion was forming, an uncertain god of his stature. Enkur was a great god but he did not enjoy his power which was measly and unattainable. And Enkur was angry, and in his righteous anger he slaughtered all his followers in his domain of Khrandiusk. And in Khrandiusk he broke the realms and took great soldiers from the dead towards his brother.
(2) And in the league of his brother Ciranaar, Enkur waged war. A great trumpet was roared again in this war, and it started under the watchful eyes of Ackthal, who said “My children may die, but the world and the universe will benefit from them.” And so the war began.
(3) And Enkur pushed his legions to Godhza. In Godhza Enkur made a new sword, the Aghurwrath, and he swung it with great fury to destroy all the armies of knowledge from Zarazego. But Zarazego foresaw it, and Zarazego attacked with the bows of Carcarus, but it was blocked by the Aghurwrath and the arrows nothing more than a breaking of splinters. And the breaking of splinters caused rain, and in this, the rain gave water to the world which no longer hung on upon the finger of the great Fate. And the war continued.
(4) In a great attack upon the castle of Zarazego, Enkur unleashed the Aghurwrath and he said ‘my sword is my finger and my finger will crush your form, to show my strength’. And it was, for the sword began to cut through stone and metal alike, and the waves crashed and the ground shook with every chasm that was made in every swing. Zarazego was surprised, but he foresaw it and launched against Enkur, but he could defeat him. Enkur then wooed Izmishna to join him, and the two of them joined to great a child, Delidhack, a great villain of old. Delidhack was a general and he fought with great tenacity, before he fell in love with the child of Ciranaar and Iaian, a human. This child was named Arnah, and she gave great love to all, and she was thus instrumental to defeating Delidhack.
(5) Arnah killed Delidhack, but she was imprisoned in the world of fire by Enkur for vengeance. Arnah was to suffer pain for a thousand millennia, but she was freed by a group of men who tried to rape her. However, they fell in such love that they no longer wished to harm her, and she was saved and went to the safety of Sethlion.
(6) Sethlion created a fortress for Arnah, and it was called Arnisiah. In this fortress, Zarazego helped Arnah pushed back the outposts of Enkur and Izmishna, but they could not fight Enkur for he was too powerful with Izmishna on his side. So Ciranaar descended and broke their powers. Ciranaar sentenced Izmishna to wander the world aimlessly, and Enkur to be stripped of his powers and forced to help in the land of Earth below.
(7) In the skies above, peace was reigned, but in the world below the world would shatter under Enkur’s fist.
(8) Enkur said “In my vengeance I will turn my suffering into joy, and through suffering of Ackthal’s children my joy will grow.” And he made others join to his side. And this was thus the beginning of the Heretics, the Ascherans. And the Ascherans followed and worshipped great Enkur.
(9) But Enkur wanted more power, and he quickly forced his people down to the south, and killed more, and he enjoyed it more. And it was thus that he built the empire of the Heretics, the Ascherans. But eventually they were shown the ways of the old lands, and they followed Enkur and his ways. And they became great believers, and no longer they were heretics, but still they kept their name to remember.
Benefits of joining the Tsellia
-Sons of Enkur will be aided by their brothers. Jenrak will assist nations through money, through economy. We shall make Tsellia an empire of wealth upon the tongues of glorious Enkur.
-Refugees may seek amnesty within Jenrak, people torn by wars of unbelievers may come to pray safely behind the wall of the Temsplace
-Temples will be constructed if required to give the masses a means to worship
Admit that you are a son of Enkur, and benefit from his grace.