Book of Marches

The holy texts of the Illuman, it chronicles the exodus from the Blessed Lands to the Divided Lands.

Book of Marches 1:1

And Illu stood on the edge of the world and he spake unto his brother Belit “why do you punish my people so?”. And his brother rose so that his ears were among the stars and replied “they spread across the land like vermin, multiplying and consuming all that they find; they deserve to be treated no better than the hare or the rat; I did not make this world for them.”
And for an age Illu pleaded with his brother, instilling the virtues of his people: their creativity, compassion, their strength in their diversity and their overwhelming curiosity. “I do not deny they have lost their way,” he said “I admit that they have become somewhat complacent in their nature. But they do not deserve to be removed from the world entirely. Look to your heart, brother, find another way.”
Belit rose further and placed a hand on Illu’s shoulder. “Very well, brother.” He said. “More hare than rat and, as such, I will limit my wrath. Let them run like the hare and hide in the thorns of the wood. Take a number and march them north and east away from the blessed lands. There they will find hardship, war and an uneasy peace and will be reminded of the price of complacency. But they will live under your light.”
“Lead them and warn them: do not stop until they find the spire of stone that shines with your love for them; do not look south and mourn not for those left behind.”
And Belit turned from his brother to prepare his next great work.

The Book of Marches 2:11

"Shined above the peaks of stone
Burned the rays of silent dawn
Steeped in the lies of man and beast
Blood-soaked tears and kingdoms torn
Beneath the sound of teeth and bone
The voice of children thick with scorn
Prepare, oh lord, the maggot feast
For knotted horn and thorn reborn"