Vasilia'ad'Somnum/Paidi's Notes

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The Great Old Ones
What my mentor feared above all else, was these. The Elders, the Creators. Beings far beyond our power, able to create and unmake the universe as they will. I have not met them, nor have I had the desire to. They slumber on Gielinor, and they stir. The banishment was in my favour, with the Great Old Ones moving below me.

The New Gods
Gods who are not the Great Old Ones. Their power is more manageable, but their thirst for it is foolishly measured.

Alcides ho Meghas, o Daímonas-Dolofónos
The bane of my current existance. A resilient pest, to say the least, that could threaten my home of Novus Infernae. An ally of the Renderra. He is a Hero-God older than Gielinor, and by far experienced in dealing with demonkind. But he will not be experienced with me. I have studied him, I know his limitations.

His name and titles call him "Alcides the Great, Demon-Slayer." A name that my grand-progenitor had come to know by devouring Gielinorians who claimed him immortal, invulnerable. This name was so powerful, that it survived to the third age, where the Arrenda carved it into their walls.

And thus, wishing to revive their third age survival of the God Wars, the Renderra looked back on the third age to learn more of their ancestors. Some of their children are named for such heroes. Including Thalia's father.

I will have to kill him, and it will force my hand to ascension. My fate will be sealed.

Guthix
This god alone, has earned my truest form of disgust. Above all others, the sins of his followers toward my breed are the greatest. From Aethyros the Ent of old, to Thalia Renderra of today, these so called heroic, bold fighters are relentless. You break their mind, they pray to a tree and awaken once more. You poison their body, and they slow the poison to a long, excruciating death to pass their knowledge. Their fear of what is unnatural drove them to banish myself, my grand-progenitor, and slay my own creator.

I know little of the God worth mentioning. My spawning was too close to his demise, and my ancestors never directly encountered him. A policy of peace and balance is surely appealing, when you are atop the pile. But is that not what comes naturally, to those who are successful?

Loarnab
A tale told to my kind time, and time again. A simple lesson on how the Empty Lord fought, a footnote to history, but undoubtably powerful. Though negligible to Zaros' greater tales of travels and conquest, the story I wish to focus on, is the one of Duke Nemesis' failure.

Duke Nemesis fought Loarnab directly with his Avernic horde. After failing to address the root of the problem, as you fight a Hydra, he had lost almost all of his hundred Tsutsaroth. A terrible waste of slaves. Zaros then struck, when the moment was best. Loarnab was left a twisted monument of stone,  and Zaros' military prowess proven. The lesson was clear, to myself at least. Seize the opportune moment. Wait for it, and take it. These openings are how the intelligent fight.

Tuska
The World Eater. It is said Tuska was a prolific conquerer, with an appetite and pallet that would make any of my species envious. No longer satisfied with mere mortals as food, the World Eater began to devour anima for raw power. Swelling up to a monsterous size, three gods and a being of pure anima bound together to slay the monstrosity.

She lacked elegance, intellect, and motivation. But that is to be expected from a beast. Her example, however, led to me abosrbing anima for myself. The power was potent, but the true realization was that of the souls within. I could feel the very intelligence of the dead and damned. Yet, it appears Tuska ignored them. Or lacked the ability to see as they saw.

V
One of the many Hero-Gods of the World. He was slain by the Dragonkin, but even now as my armies travel the cosmoes, they hear tales of his heroism, his death, of what it means to be a hero.

Disgusting.

Zamorak
Ah, Zamorak. A tragic tale for Zaros, of who to trust. A Mahjarrat, once. A god today.

Zamorak climbed through the ranks and earned the right to be called Legatus Maximus. A title that has since left a poor taste in any Chthonian's mouths. For reasons that will soon be clear.

When Zamorak began his betrayal, it was initially viewed as a slave revolt. Avernic rebels vandalised buildings, rose against their masters on Gielinor. Nobody thought anything of it, at the time. My kind continued as usual, having grown complacent and lazy under Zaros' leadership reaching inactivity. With the Mahjarrat to wage war, and the Avernic to cater to our whims, we lost our edge on Gielinor. Our caution. The constant supply of humans and other food even left our appetites satiated, now lacking a need for the politics that drove us to greatness. We were no longer paranoid. We no longer fought. We had no feeling of threat.

And then Zamorak came. I cannot blame him, for truly, he saw the opportunity and seized it. And slew Zaros.

The Avernic whisked him away. He had promised them freedom, if he had their help to end Zaros' reign.

And freedom for the Avernic, meant their masters, my people, had to be cast away. Ask any Duke who survived the revolt, and they will recall the experience with negativity. Our thrones, our power, lost due to the simple failure to predict. Our expectation that people would not act on an opportunity we presented.

It was said by my mentor, that we all will have a Zamorak one day. A being with an ultimatum, who will force us to give up all we have to give, or all we have to live. And it will be our own doing. Never sit easy. Never be confident and secure in your position. Anyone, at any time, could turn on you. Even and especially your generals.

Zaros
My god of choice, though only loosely. My Human following praise him in the highest of names, whereas I merely respect the culture we had under his reign. The mix of artistic styles is intriguing, beautiful. I have styled my dwellings and temples in Second Age Chthonian style,  with a touch of my own personal flair.

As for Zaros himself, he is mysterious. A quality I despise about him. But one I unpuzzled. Zaros cared not for his empire, after the defeat in the desert by Tumekan's forces. He realized attempting to take over the world was not the way to assert he was most powerful. But, he refused to leave his empire to crumble by departing. Power was his goal, and asserting that power over other gods was most vital to him.

So he withdrew himself, and the rot festered. The Empty Lord was without his empty throne, and people began to question if he actually existed at all. Legates and Pontifexes alike began to plot to take incremental amounts of power. Before long, my people held but three Legions, when we were the ones to arrive with 12. Our power was being taken slowly from under us, and we did not even notice. Then Zaros briefly returned.

He brought with him a new... Thing. It called itself Nex. I suppose it felt insignificant, she was not the strongest Legate, nor the most important. She sat over the Sixteenth Legion, dispatched far to the west. But the Gods feared it. They feared Nex, for reasons clear to me through my banishment. There are no others of Nex's race. Scouring the cosmoes through three generations, and Nex is nowhere. But carries aspects of races we know all too well. She was created.

Zaros had created life. And the enemy gods knew it. Enough so their most loyal followers panicked, and were even willing to help Zamorak remove Zaros. Every piece Zamorak needed was in front of him, and he took the opportunity.

Zaros lost his empire, but he had more ambitious plans. A vainglorious search for power he feels he deserves, to become like the Great Old Ones. I would pity his desire, were it not so in reach for him.

Duke Nequior
Tuk' Airu Veale Torm is inseperable from his "puppet," a spawnling known only as Pinky. They are both a waste of my time, though view themselves as rivals. A caged Duke far below my power and his spawnling of low intellect bound to Gielinor, is of no threat to me. Nor even my own children.

Zhaldyr Valzhlorus Xhalistrith Nûl
Duke Aranea

Nas'Nûl
Once Yig'dralthik, this gluttonous sloth of a demon had no control over his eating. I was tasked to awaken him, as a lesson in mental infiltration. Yig'dralthik was sent to examine a race of interest to my mentor, and instead of watching them, devoured them and slept.

He spared none, in what would surely be a great display of conquest, but disobeyed his progenitor. Time and time again, Yig'dralthik proved to be of no use to his progenitor's plans. And thus, was summarily repurposed into a garbage disposal, stripped of rank and title, and took the name Nas'Nûl forever more. Never again would he be forced to go without eating, or do anything but sit idle.

Tath
Once known as Ehr'Githath, the shapeless demon was among the first I had met of the Court of Nûl. She was always a mass of gelatinous ooze that had difficulty holding to any one form, but eventually she had desired more.

And she desired too much. She devoured what was not hers, to try and be of more use to her elder siblings. As punishment, the Court decided it only fit to repurpose her as a cleaning rag for the skies of the Verus-Nûl

Xara
Expected for a long time, Xara was a product of a human female's reproductive organs, and Zhaldyr. Xara was aware enough to access the Verus-Nûl, and all the information within it before growing beyond the size of a human spawnling. This granted her valuable information. While her siblings went about on tasks, Xara had nothing to do but learn.

When she emerged, finally, from the womb of her host, she was by far the most politically aware of the Nûl, and earned her place by the side of Nûlith and Mylnhta.

Xistra
A mother figure, for a while. The first of the Nûl I met on close terms, she struggled in overcoming the human memories of Astrid Grace. When she conquered these, she proved herself worthy to her progenitor. Her rivalry with Thalia Renderra was odd, and there was little explanation as to why she claimed possession over her. Though my mind found much when exploring Thalia's, and the information gleaned explains all.

She and I have been out of contact for a while, but this is intentional. She carries two of my spawnlings, to raise as her own.

Moonborn

 * Blue
 * Kivyal
 * Lakana