A sect, broken away from the whole
The Abolethic Sovereignty, with its singular goal
Shall free Morda of this reality’s tethers
That he might fly, a bird without feathers
A rift tore asunder that Morda may expand his mind
Yet they came through, creatures of a different kind
The Unknowables, bored of the reality they had destroyed
Unto the snows of Degera, all eight deployed
The Sovereignty corrupt, turned to dyenderii
Many followed, eaten by Bakal’s mortii
The ground obsidian, shattering glass
A fateful day, promising Aduna’s last
Pholgru the Youngest consumed the heavens above
All became darkness—the stars and angels beloved
A terrible fated awaited any who drew near
And so he lingered, making his home here
Brakal the Pestilent filled Aduna with his swarm
Consumed animals and men, corpses then warm
They rose again, a twisted army of rot
Marching ‘cross land they’d long forgot
Suryphia the Sister twisted the minds of all
From inside out, caused their downfall
Driven mad, took to own flesh with knives
Forged seeping wounds, ripped out their eyes
Vragzi, Vaelzi, carapace-clad and twisted twins
Fought with mind and wit, one laughs, other grins
Their shells impenetrable, their minds well-guarded
Commanded the armies, stood high-regarded
All-consuming Greatshield, Chaagon
Took all blows: slash, pierce, and bludgeon
Each strike grew his strength, each bloodlet his size
‘til he engulfed the horizon, then continued to rise
And Palavokva, the terrible fiend noxious
Forged twisted, mangled armies with a raucous
They turned on friends, their veins pulsing green
Those once thin and frail, powerful and lean
All knelt before the Eldest Evil, Urguzuth
His knowledge surpassed all, elder to youth
With new information, so grew his power
None stood against him, all did cower
Then behold, Judecata rose, glistening warbands!
All in Aduna took up arms, weapons in their hands!
Celestials and mortals alike fought side by side
With the might of Dragoste, they turned the tide
The battle waged in Grozav, corrupted orcs and dragonborn
There it would end, Urguzuth’s conquest a dream forlorn
Focused, Nahaliel raised her bow and struck true
Her arrow firing into the heavens struck down Pholgru
Brother lost, Urguzuth drove her to madness surreal
Her weapon fell, ripe for Fainarr to steal
With a rapier of blessed moonlight, lashed out Empyrea
To moondust turned Chaagon and his paraphernalia
The blade corrupted, now all it touched was obsidian
Bequeathed to Queen of Sclav, Daughter of Gideon
Lavina’s great axe split iron hides of twins asunder
Despite their wits, they stood in bewildered wonder
Their heads cleaved by a strike with a toll
Axe gifted to Caedwaladr, its edge now dull
With the moonmaiden’s ring Sofiel called forth the moon
Light cleaved through columns, spelling Urguzuth’s doom
The battle done and her body weary, Sofiel returned to Aen
Returned the ring to its dwarven makers once again
Her power at its height, Judecata sought to seal Urguzuth away
Knowing that the Eldest Evil could not be truly slain this day
But Suryphia sought to corrupt our goddess of light
Lashed out at the moonmaiden with all her might
Darkness welled within, but Judecata held true
As into the fray, her celestial Rachiel flew
Halberd brandished, the valkyrie pierced the Sister’s heart
Brakal wailed, screamed, as Suryphia broke apart
The Pestilent swarmed Rachiel, consuming her from within
Her halberd thus fell, unheard beneath the battle’s din
Kezef, like Brakal, felt rage at his own sister’s demise
Flew forth, sword brandished, furious and unwise
Brakal perished with him, who rests now in a glade
In Et’Laterna, marked by great stump and moonlit blade
Palavokva observed and saw what remaining would cost
He stole Rachiel’s halberd and fled, the moonlit weapon now lost
Now his siblings were gone, Urguzuth had no recourse
No emotion as he was sealed, the Evil showed no remorse
At last, a flail was crafted by Judecata and Vaeke
Of mithral, of moonlight, of old dwarven-make
The weapon was given to Hayyel to cure Aduna of its dark
The angel shattered Evil’s hold, flail raised in glorious arc
All was restored to beauty held prior
To the war waged by Evils conspired
This final weapon, gifted to the faithful chief Makathune
Its points dulled and blessings held by weakening rune
T’was more a show of gratitude, of thanks
Than a weapon fit to serve their ranks
The battle was won, but fear still ruled Aduna
But they would all be protected thanks to dear Luna
Her moonlight shone upon the earth, a promise and warning
To the Evils, their violent path brought such mourning
They would never again corrupt the people, corrupt the lands
Not so long as the moonlit goddess, Judecata, still stands
There was cause for fear, though few had pieced it together
This was a peace incapable of remaining forever
Judecata pulled her corrupted self away
This Evil now dear sister, goddess Erindre
And in the Mania Plane, driving all ‘round him mad, Urguzuth remained
Wounded, sealed, but wheels still turning, mind still strained
Even now and ‘til time ends, he plots, plans, and schemes
We here complacent in moonlit life as the Eldest Evil dreams
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