[The younger Emet-Selch remains quiet while Elidibus speaks, his stern expression betraying some hint of emotion, and when that patient and reassuring smile (subtle though it may be) is at last cast upon him, he relents with a sigh. "The correct decision"? That's some faith you have in him, Themis.]
[He is aware, too, of another pair of eyes upon him, and he pauses a long, considered moment, before his frown finally settles into something resolute.]
...If you would have me heed and hear, then it is only right that you should be presented with the truth of what befell our star. 'Tis hardly a telling for the faint of heart, and a burden I'd have much preferred that none have to bear.
[He glances aside, and thus he begins:]
It all started with a cry, a terrible keening sound from within the depths of Etheirys. The aetherial currents had grown stagnant, and our very star begun to rot. Life and the very laws of creation soured, and we were all afraid.
"Three dooms to unmake all that we were... "
The first beast was striking in its unsightliness. It called down a cataclysmic deluge, yet even its defeat did not halt the coming march of oblivion. Through our dread, and I will admit, our despair, creation magicks ran unchecked, giving rise to malformed beasts and abominations, manifesting our deepest fears. The sickness soon spread, and the fabric of the very star began to fray.
The sun scorched the earth, boiled seas... the lands buckled, cities burned and rivers ran red with blood.
Thus did the second doom break us, giving birth to terror. A terror which, in turn, gave birth to new beasts. Fiery rain fell from the heavens, and fear began to take root within the land itself, incapable of being expunged. Thus did the third doom undo us. Its voice was fulgent destruction, and none could bar its path. As it edged inexorably closer, we knew...
Without decisive sacrifice, our star would perish.
[...]
...through many long and sleepless sessions, we of the Convocation at last landed upon a solution to save Etheirys and reinstate the flow of aether. We would summon a vastly powerful being, a god, and make manifest the will of our star to halt the coming doom.
The Third Seat
[He is aware, too, of another pair of eyes upon him, and he pauses a long, considered moment, before his frown finally settles into something resolute.]
...If you would have me heed and hear, then it is only right that you should be presented with the truth of what befell our star. 'Tis hardly a telling for the faint of heart, and a burden I'd have much preferred that none have to bear.
[He glances aside, and thus he begins:]
It all started with a cry, a terrible keening sound from within the depths of Etheirys. The aetherial currents had grown stagnant, and our very star begun to rot. Life and the very laws of creation soured, and we were all afraid.
"Three dooms to unmake all that we were... "
The first beast was striking in its unsightliness. It called down a cataclysmic deluge, yet even its defeat did not halt the coming march of oblivion. Through our dread, and I will admit, our despair, creation magicks ran unchecked, giving rise to malformed beasts and abominations, manifesting our deepest fears. The sickness soon spread, and the fabric of the very star began to fray.
The sun scorched the earth, boiled seas... the lands buckled, cities burned and rivers ran red with blood.
Thus did the second doom break us, giving birth to terror. A terror which, in turn, gave birth to new beasts. Fiery rain fell from the heavens, and fear began to take root within the land itself, incapable of being expunged. Thus did the third doom undo us. Its voice was fulgent destruction, and none could bar its path. As it edged inexorably closer, we knew...
Without decisive sacrifice, our star would perish.
[...]
...through many long and sleepless sessions, we of the Convocation at last landed upon a solution to save Etheirys and reinstate the flow of aether. We would summon a vastly powerful being, a god, and make manifest the will of our star to halt the coming doom.
Zodiark.