What Is Dead May Never Die
The Leviathan of the Lear Sea is a legendary creature that was slain on the same day as the landing of The Drostol Comet. The creature was immeasurably long, spanning over the horizon of the ocean, and took a generally serpentine form. Demonic scales cloaked it in darkness within the oceanic abyss made the Leviathan extremely difficult to sense without touching it, though few that could get that close would survive. The beast also had long protruding tendrils that would feel for it miles in every direction. Spines and fins decorated its back and sides, and its head was draconic, with curling horns, multiple sets of eyes, rows of teeth and a multi-forked tongue.
"Perhaps as old as Virosia herself, that Leviathan. Ha! And to think it slain by heros, of course, mythmakers greater than any of our time, but people, mortals nonetheless! Millennia later now, and would you believe it, the serpent bleeds yet. Bleed for all eternity, that's what they say it shall do, and so it would seem. Indeed! Perhaps the oceans shall return to a Sanguin Sea afterall." -Mythmaker Kendo'suala of the Talii'Mendo
It is unknown where the beast came from, and it is explained differently across Virosia, but there are a few points that are consistent regarding its origin: it is Bassyric in nature, and that there is a portal to the Abyss of Bassyr at the very lowest point of the oceans of Virosia.
The Elven Myth
Elves are the longest lived people, and some of their oldest recount when the only ocean surrounding Virosia was the Sanguin Sea. This was a sea of pure Bassyric nature, countered by a shining Silaean sky. The permanent, ambient light of the sky mixed with the dark oceans, meeting only at the farthest reaches of the horizon. The sea and sky fought one another, and it was seen by the elves that neither side won. The sea's crimson and pitch hues receeded, and so too did the platinum and auric lusters of the sky. The darkness of the sea fled to the depths alone, and the golden shine of the sky coalescened into a single point that could only shine for part of the day, replaced by but mere specks of light for some time. Thus, the moon filled the place of the sun when darkness came about, that Virosia's land would always have light.
The darkness, however, would also sink so low and become so deeply shrouded, that the pitch of the Abyss would become eternal. Like the sun had formed in the receeding light, the Leviathan formed from pure darkness, the oceans of Bassyr given flesh.
The Dwarven Myth
When the dwarves had emerged, they spent many centuries in their mountains in the north, never having known the ocean. Some clans, however, did explore outside of the mountainhome of Old Fjorlosia. The Jenaruun Clannik of the Old Fjorlosians were well known for their time, having been proficient miners, and were not satisfied with the stone of the north. They saught more, and this took them to the southern reaches, where now modern Fjorlosia is found. They encountered a dark ocean, but horrors spawned from its shores. The Jenaruun dug deep, cracking through the earth until magma poured freely. Great channels were carved that Virosia could pour herself onto the Fjorlosian shores, fending the creatures off with the continent itself. As magma struck the ocean, jagged shores of obsidian formed, a barricade against the horrors. The magma rivers of Fjorladdr flow to this day.
The ancestors of the Jenaruun state that over the centuries, the ocean's blue has grown, and the darkness has receeded for a great time. Dwarves would claim that there is a yawning portal at the bleakest depths of the Lear Sea, where lies a portal to Bassyr. One of these creatures, when the sea was completely black with oily darkness, had emerged from the portal, and began to drink of this liquid. It did so for many hundreds of years, draining the ocean of its dark hue, and fueling the Leviathan. The creature grew to immense size, encompassing miles and miles of the depths. It was said that the beast grew to the distance of Virosia to Bassyr, bridging the two realms seamlessly.
When the beast was slain at the end of the Age of Towers, it was a sign that the heavens were churning, changing, and that the bridge to the Endless had been severed. The landing of the Drostol Comet only confirms this further, as a shining beam coming from the opposite side of the universe, a portal from somewhere in opposition to Bassyr finally had the breathing room to express itself.
The Talii Myth
The talii's history is that of an oral tradition, and their stories regarding the Leviathan are quite varied indeed. The talii are actually a very old race, some argue as old as the elves, but they did not unite officially until the cohesion of the realms. As a result, their many, sporadic tribes never completely unified the tales of the Leviathan, at least not entirely.
The darkness of the ocean is known to have been the deepest void in times ancient, where only the worst horrors lived, creatures that could live countless years in hiding. The talii say they were made by Korvyre to teach these creatures what death is, and to be his blade in delivering their fate. For a very long time, defeating them was extremely arduous, taking dozens to so much as wound one. Eventually, they found that the creatures avoided certain deep sea vents, but not others. They sook sediments from the ones they avoided, and developed copper-alloy weapons as a result, finding that the creatures hated the metal, and that it wounded them deeply.
Only the strongest could destroy them, and still with great numbers, but they could finally fend off the darkness from their shores. Slowly, the darkness gave way to blue seas, but the sheen left on the talii remains, their skin still stained with the blood of the depth lurkers. The beasts became a rare sight, and the slaying of them became a rare ritual, and a great honor known as the Ragmahira, the "Death of the Depthlurker".
Soon though, the talii found that something worse was growing at the depths, a creature of immense size that swallowed the ocean whole. They found their homes were further from the ocean than they had once been, the ocean receeding. After over a century, the ocean's decay had stopped, and the creature stirred violently. Storms raged for weeks on end in the talii realm, and they knew something had to be done.
Enormous harpoons were fashioned, using all of the copper the talii had made over the years. Every tribe came together for the unanimous threat of the Leviathan, two of the hooks fashioned. Hundreds descended into the darkness just as the beast was to begin what they could only imagine would be the end of Virosia. They drove them into the Leviathan and in this surprise, were able to drag the creature down, to the vents that spewed the coppery silt, forcing the creature's face and gills into them. Their luck then turned, and from the creature's flesh spawned demons that ravaged the talii, and all that went on this Ragmahira died honorable deaths for the future of Virosia. The storms ceased, and the creature was sundered to the depths. Imprisoned.
The Human Myth
Humans have much of the same information that all other races have, but it is mixed and muddied, as they were neither alive during those times, nor were they directly involved until millennia into the Leviathan's imprisonment.
