The Mountains of the Gods 3712 BCE


    No one knew how the words became, or who wrote them into the stones of the mountains. But by time, design, and misfortune, the glow of their ethereal origin had long faded before anyone found them. They lay scattered across the peaks of the Tandor Mountains, subjected to the blustering winds of summer and frigid storms of the winter for longer than any other stone of their kind. So, when the first of the Tandor people picked up the curious stones, it sparked to life intrigue they’d never known before, and they gathered the rest. Soon, there was a whole collection covered in fantastic and strange markings.


    Like a puzzle, the lines met up with one another and formed a greater image. It wasn’t one any Tandor understood, so they took the message to the three great Mountain Gods, the guardians of all they knew: Viashuana, Ma’anihapu’a, and Mulsvada. Delighted at the sight of the stone, they brought the Tandor together and taught their meaning. This was when the people of the world learned their first language, the language of the gods. And for every day, and month, and year, and for every generation after, they passed down the story scribed on the stones left on the highest peaks of their beloved mountains.


    As time wore on and the people of the world divided, few mouths spoke the first language and told the first great promise of the gods who’d made them. The people corrupted and turned on one another and war became them. Ashamed of the endless tragedy and suffering born of wickedness in the hearts of those they’d once loved, the great Mountain Gods turned away from the people of the world and fell to the night of eternal slumber. And the message they’d once taught, eroded until all that remained was the very last part of the greatest story ever told.


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    Old Styxin


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    <h4>Styxin Common</h4>


    Priniches promises, Chinge qwominege, chesis Astixis


    Xomepeletese Siqwules, Giphu Rinege chewil


    Pures beludes e Tserepanetines chise chesis


    Puhisen e puhisen, belise e belise


    Tsaqwuriphise, wunise e phutire


    Bhos shen sapheses, Wiphes bhos taken


    No astixins shes giphu, Dateru e Gadens


    Chis name ches sharen, mane losen chen taken


    eDege e Astixins-Astixis, behonede Sichis,


    Astixis liphe


    eLewase eLiphe, eLawase dinege, Astixis wilebe


    Astixis stestixin, parete astixis donote


    Chis sole shes hase, here harute ches kepen


    Astixins belude, eLewase-eLewase, lasete to be


    Peroteqwetedis Wureme, sete chimes fure shes


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    Qwurenes shes qwominesen, perises ches peses


    Sacharuphise, Astixins Chinge name


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    <h4>Common</h4>


    Our promised prince, our coming king


    completes the circle, the unbroken ring


    pure is the blood of the serpent’s kiss


    poison for poison, bliss for bliss


    once and future sacrifice


    save the boy and take the wife


    daughter of the gods, no children she bears


    for all he lost, his name she shares


    Edge of the world, beyond the skies


    all that lives, always dies


    Endless over, they never part


    She has his soul; he has her heart


    eternal our blood, the last to be


    protected is the Wyrm to set it free


    our queen, she comes, pays the price


    The name of our king, Sacrifice