Book of Korbal
The Book of Korbal as you read is written as an account of one of the older acolytes of faith.
Valyrhn could feel the world dying and not knowing why, sent seven messengers each meant to teach her tenets to the people. There were two of each side of the three tenets and the seventh She sent to protect them all as well as the growing church that could help her step into this realm. As her angels were sent ahead to understand the world and see if it could flourish, after decades of work with the people it did. As the years passed and the angels did her will, She communicated with them all and was most interested in what her protector had to say as he saw all. She trusted this angel with her vision and he saw to it knowing what She meant to Create in this world. However, as the decades passed, the angel warrior realized that he was being worn thin and what began as small threats began cascading. He could not be everywhere at once. He asked for help, beseeched the connection he shared even as his charges and those that begged for his protection lay dying, but for some reason, the connection remained blank. The seven were left alone. The warrior scoured far beyond the reaches of the lands they knew and beyond where the people of this realm resided and as he flew past, they beseeched him for help, “Where do we go? The world was dying.” The people were right and the farther he flew the more he saw. The world was becoming a place destroyed by blight and darkness. He and his brethren were the last protectors this world had. He had to hold steady against it all. Returning back, he and the other six cast a shield with the vestiges of their power over the lands not affected by the Blight protecting those that sought refuge. Yet, through it all, as time wore on the people felt alone without their gods. Despite this, the angel didn't lose faith. He realized something dark must be the source in these lands and that others would fall victim to it. So, he did what she would do, gather the helpless and protect them, use whatever he had to shield them from harm. But he did not know how much longer he could keep this world from drifting under. He needed to find the source of this darkness, and he set out. He found it. The other six angels did not know what happened... not truly. It is said that he came back with scars dark as pitch and mangled flesh that could not heal. He could not summon the weapon he was so fond of gifted to him by the goddess herself. However, the truth remained, he had indeed returned and the shield had held a testament to his will-- as it would have broken should one of the seven lose faith. Yet, as he walked forward, he could not pass through his own protection. He merely acknowledged his brethren as if for one last time before turning to stand like a sentinel, his back toward them and as his wings spread they saw the truth. Gone were wings of light and air-- what emerged were wings black as night and sharp as dragons, taloned at the edges. They asked what happened and all he answered was that he did all that he could, all within his power. And then something crashed against the shield in its attempts to rush through. Focused on the return of their brother, they had failed to realize-- something had followed him... something dark and writhing, consuming and alive. It crashed against the shield protecting them all and he stood there in front of it, the darkness swirling around him trying to consume him. As he fought back against what was cursing the land, it tore apart pieces of him. He could have left, warned the others on how to prepare and had them join him-- but they were teachers, not warriors. He knew she would not want them all to succumb to this Darkness. Though his battle was valiant, his flesh was turning to light-- no one had ever seen an angel die.
It should be noted that later on people realized what he had found... a lost people not willingly there but created for servitude. He came to their aid in glory and light and as he liberated them, showing them a life beyond their creation, they believed in him. He taught the people of Valyrhn's grace, of her light and her love and the chance at life she had to offer if they chose to forsake their creator and follow him for she could not reach them steeped in Darkness as they were. He asked them in her sake as he was there for them and in him the people saw the only one to ever care about their race. He became their savior and they looked up to him. It can only be assumed that it was them that had changed him, his form becoming similar to theirs as their gratitude turned to worship. The Lost People told stories of how Korbal had found them, lost and broken, and how he had stayed to protect them, how he had remained and taught them, how he had shown them a life in Light and with love. In those stories, the people did not hide their sorrow and upon seeing that there were others like him-- they realized what they turned him into. However, Korbal insisted that what had happened to him was meant to happen if it led to exactly this. While those of Valyrhn's faith wholely accepted these new people in, other aspects of creation could not and when the Blight spread even further into reaches of the known world, they began to blame those that had come before it. Lest we forget about the Dark, the devil that lost his creations was vengeful. He whispered words of malice and deceit to the other peoples telling them that those that had followed Korbal wrought misfortune and were the bringers of such adversity. Twisted poisoned words turned people against the devil's creations and soon the valley of Valyrhn's believers found themselves under attack. Besides peoples of the realm, the devil created hordes of his own to attack. Again, and in defense of everything, the angel did what he could to protect, but this time, he was not alone and the people he'd led out of the darkness fought by his side and as a result, they began to die in battle. Unable to see the new people be slaughtered, he turned to the sky, begging Valyrhn to help him, but there did not seem to be any aid coming for the tieflings. The brethren heard his last words, "Thank you for the life you have given me." Severing the connection to the goddess and the other angels, surviving on the will of those that believed in him, he transformed into a beautiful winged demon warrior. Immediately, his powers began straining as he used it to bring back those that had fallen. Even in this form, he sought to protect, and those who had fallen rose again, restored to life. Together, they beat back the threat. However, as he had cut his connection-- he could not return home. His people were not about to abandon him and they were also not welcome where others lived and to protect the people pf Valyrhn and prevent any other wars, they forced themselves to wander this realm fighting the Blight where they could.
Valyrhn could feel the world dying and not knowing why, sent seven messengers each meant to teach her tenets to the people. There were two of each side of the three tenets and the seventh She sent to protect them all as well as the growing church that could help her step into this realm. As her angels were sent ahead to understand the world and see if it could flourish, after decades of work with the people it did. As the years passed and the angels did her will, She communicated with them all and was most interested in what her protector had to say as he saw all. She trusted this angel with her vision and he saw to it knowing what She meant to Create in this world. However, as the decades passed, the angel warrior realized that he was being worn thin and what began as small threats began cascading. He could not be everywhere at once. He asked for help, beseeched the connection he shared even as his charges and those that begged for his protection lay dying, but for some reason, the connection remained blank. The seven were left alone. The warrior scoured far beyond the reaches of the lands they knew and beyond where the people of this realm resided and as he flew past, they beseeched him for help, “Where do we go? The world was dying.” The people were right and the farther he flew the more he saw. The world was becoming a place destroyed by blight and darkness. He and his brethren were the last protectors this world had. He had to hold steady against it all. Returning back, he and the other six cast a shield with the vestiges of their power over the lands not affected by the Blight protecting those that sought refuge. Yet, through it all, as time wore on the people felt alone without their gods. Despite this, the angel didn't lose faith. He realized something dark must be the source in these lands and that others would fall victim to it. So, he did what she would do, gather the helpless and protect them, use whatever he had to shield them from harm. But he did not know how much longer he could keep this world from drifting under. He needed to find the source of this darkness, and he set out. He found it. The other six angels did not know what happened... not truly. It is said that he came back with scars dark as pitch and mangled flesh that could not heal. He could not summon the weapon he was so fond of gifted to him by the goddess herself. However, the truth remained, he had indeed returned and the shield had held a testament to his will-- as it would have broken should one of the seven lose faith. Yet, as he walked forward, he could not pass through his own protection. He merely acknowledged his brethren as if for one last time before turning to stand like a sentinel, his back toward them and as his wings spread they saw the truth. Gone were wings of light and air-- what emerged were wings black as night and sharp as dragons, taloned at the edges. They asked what happened and all he answered was that he did all that he could, all within his power. And then something crashed against the shield in its attempts to rush through. Focused on the return of their brother, they had failed to realize-- something had followed him... something dark and writhing, consuming and alive. It crashed against the shield protecting them all and he stood there in front of it, the darkness swirling around him trying to consume him. As he fought back against what was cursing the land, it tore apart pieces of him. He could have left, warned the others on how to prepare and had them join him-- but they were teachers, not warriors. He knew she would not want them all to succumb to this Darkness. Though his battle was valiant, his flesh was turning to light-- no one had ever seen an angel die.
It should be noted that later on people realized what he had found... a lost people not willingly there but created for servitude. He came to their aid in glory and light and as he liberated them, showing them a life beyond their creation, they believed in him. He taught the people of Valyrhn's grace, of her light and her love and the chance at life she had to offer if they chose to forsake their creator and follow him for she could not reach them steeped in Darkness as they were. He asked them in her sake as he was there for them and in him the people saw the only one to ever care about their race. He became their savior and they looked up to him. It can only be assumed that it was them that had changed him, his form becoming similar to theirs as their gratitude turned to worship. The Lost People told stories of how Korbal had found them, lost and broken, and how he had stayed to protect them, how he had remained and taught them, how he had shown them a life in Light and with love. In those stories, the people did not hide their sorrow and upon seeing that there were others like him-- they realized what they turned him into. However, Korbal insisted that what had happened to him was meant to happen if it led to exactly this. While those of Valyrhn's faith wholely accepted these new people in, other aspects of creation could not and when the Blight spread even further into reaches of the known world, they began to blame those that had come before it. Lest we forget about the Dark, the devil that lost his creations was vengeful. He whispered words of malice and deceit to the other peoples telling them that those that had followed Korbal wrought misfortune and were the bringers of such adversity. Twisted poisoned words turned people against the devil's creations and soon the valley of Valyrhn's believers found themselves under attack. Besides peoples of the realm, the devil created hordes of his own to attack. Again, and in defense of everything, the angel did what he could to protect, but this time, he was not alone and the people he'd led out of the darkness fought by his side and as a result, they began to die in battle. Unable to see the new people be slaughtered, he turned to the sky, begging Valyrhn to help him, but there did not seem to be any aid coming for the tieflings. The brethren heard his last words, "Thank you for the life you have given me." Severing the connection to the goddess and the other angels, surviving on the will of those that believed in him, he transformed into a beautiful winged demon warrior. Immediately, his powers began straining as he used it to bring back those that had fallen. Even in this form, he sought to protect, and those who had fallen rose again, restored to life. Together, they beat back the threat. However, as he had cut his connection-- he could not return home. His people were not about to abandon him and they were also not welcome where others lived and to protect the people pf Valyrhn and prevent any other wars, they forced themselves to wander this realm fighting the Blight where they could.
Tell me, where do I go?
Tell me, where do I take us?
My heart is starting to slow my love, why have you turned us astray.
As I fall away-
I can’t hold you anymore.
we fall
I'll be reaching out to keep you
we fall
I can't hold on much longer
We're drifting down to the side
Tried to pull us apart
Keep holding out for me
Pulled away from my family
Pulled away from love
I lay here cold and thrown away.
I just tried to give life as you did.
You shunned my love and my gift.
I shall hold them out and keep them safe.
I shall give them my love.
I shall never take away the warmth you took from me.
Tell me, where do I take us?
My heart is starting to slow my love, why have you turned us astray.
As I fall away-
I can’t hold you anymore.
we fall
I'll be reaching out to keep you
we fall
I can't hold on much longer
We're drifting down to the side
Tried to pull us apart
Keep holding out for me
Pulled away from my family
Pulled away from love
I lay here cold and thrown away.
I just tried to give life as you did.
You shunned my love and my gift.
I shall hold them out and keep them safe.
I shall give them my love.
I shall never take away the warmth you took from me.
-Book of Korbal
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