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“The Coming of the True Creator”
Anonymous Yha-lei priest, held by residents of Timorous Deep
When the great change came, we didn’t know what to do. We Yha-lei have always shown our devotion to our great god, Prexus, and thought that our methods were true. We respected his dominion, were ever obedient, and exalted him with all of our words. We did all this in the name of our god.
But then one day, Prexus left us.
Without Prexus’s guidance, we began to fall apart. The waters themselves seemed to become rougher, the waves battering and abusing us and carrying away our city piece by piece. Yha-lei began to slaughter Yha-lei senselessly. Our blood darkened the waters of our city, and our hope began to wear thin. Then our new god came.
It is said to have been a dark day when our ancestors discovered the new god. But once they had come across his resting place, the water grew clearer and bright. Light filtered deeper down into the depths and illuminated the passage of those first chosen few.
In those hints of light, its dark scales flashed, its thrumming heart beat gave a pulse to the very sea, and its coils enveloped those first pilgrims.
Though our first meeting was one of misunderstanding, we came to realise it was because we had offended the god. None were to disturb its sanctity, and if we were to help maintain its privacy, we would be rewarded with its blessings. Our god came to be known by many names: Ghatachonoth, the Deep One, the Life Coil.
And so it was that the age of the True Creator began.
Or people built a great temple to the True Creator, and we worshipped him as we could. Keeping the god’s chamber free of intruders was relatively simple at first. Only the occasional curious creature swam up to inspect, and they fell easily under our blades. But then, the seas shook violently for days on end and great stones rained down upon us, fracturing the very seascape. When it was through, all had changed.
We at first thought our new god had abandoned us, and we despaired, but finally when everything settled, we found that our god was true. Squinting in the new brightness, we inspected our realm, which had grown dangerously close to the surface world, and found that our god had not left us. In fact, he was more awake and alert than ever, needing even more of our care and devotion.
But then, the land dwellers came.
It was at first in small numbers, and then in many scores as our presence was known. We did our best to fight them and defend the Deep One as best we could. Many Yha-lei have given their lives defending his sanctity, and many times more would be proud to do the same. But for as many as we killed, more came.
And so we accepted our new role as warrior protectors. None would disturb our god so long as we stood.
And here is where we stand. The True Creator guides us, sustains us, centers us, and in turn, we protect him from the forces above that would threaten him. We have realised the importance of a first strike, and now raid the surface dwellers’ territory the way they do ours, taking members of their races to serve us and warn away others.
With the True Creator on our side, we are truly powerful, and will prove this might to any who would stand in our way.
Our battle cries unites us. “For the Deep One!” “Protect the True Creator!” And our voices will not fail.
Editor’s Note
The day after we recorded the Yha-lei priest’s ramblings, he was found dead by his own hand. His guards heard him screaming for mercy and forgiveness, beseeching his dark god. But it seems that regardless of whether or not his god forgave him, he couldn’t forgive himself for telling us its secrets.
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