The Fall of Adin
Here are the collected myths regarding the breaking and subsequent fall of the god of war Adin.
In the time before time, when the The Home Above and the The Pit Below were one with the primal Ashua, Adin was a seen as a hero to the forces of good, a bastion of light in a time when the daemons of the Pit were able to roam the land freely. Adin would periodically go on grand crusades against the daemon, taking out untold scores of them with each swing of his mighty star-shaped maul and his legions of soldiers at his side. While these crusades in actuality did little to thin the numbers of the daemons, themselves being stuck in an agonizing reincarnation cycle until the end of time, they did help the young god quell his famously horrid temper. It also helped to clear the daemon from those regions of the world. It was the night following an overwhelming victory after an unexpected skirmish, that Adin made his first mistake. A woman walked into his tent uninvited. This is something that not only did he not allow, but had never happened before. After battles, when most would be celebrating their victories and mourning the lost, Adin preferred to sit in quiet meditation, reflecting on the battle, reviewing tactics, and allowing his battle rage to fully leave him. She began to approach him when he raised his hand, literally forcing her to freeze in place. "Who are you, that you would approach me in this place?" Adin stood up smoothly, legs uncrossing and and coming to stand in one quick, lithe motion. The woman tried to brush a stray hair from her face, but found her arms still stuck down by her side. "I...came to congratulate you. I'm from these lands, and ever since my father died to the daemon I-" Adin raised his hand once more, and the woman felt her tongue seize up against the roof of her still open mouth. "I understand. Now, if you don't mind." With a small gesture from the god, the woman found herself back outside the camp, with her horse underneath her and the reins in her hands. She looked around, confused, and then flicked the reins, urging her steed forward. The following day, after camp was packed up and everyone was ready to head out, Adin climbed atop his horse Aja and led his forces down the road, the same direction the woman went the night before. They traveled for nearly two hourse with no issues, but when they rounded a bend that brought the group within sight of the village, a grisly scene revealed itself to them. The woman, it seems, hadn't quite made it back to her village last night. Her remains were scattered among the rocks of the road, with a trail of blood trailing up the rock face to the right of the path. A mix of emotions washed over Adin in this moment. Sadness, at seeing someone needlessly killed. Disgust, at such bestial, animalistic carnage, typical of the daemon. Elation, repressed though it might be, at the thought of fighting again so soon. Above all though, anger. Anger directed towards the woman, for coming to him in the first place. Anger directed at the daemon, for killing yet another innocent soul with their incessant killing. Worst of all, anger directed at himself. Did he send this woman to her death? Did he cause this woman's death, albeit inadvertently, by sending her home without a guard at night? Did he potentially leave a child without their mother, in a world already full of death and strife? In response to the maelstrom of emotions roiling in his mind, he did what any reasonable militant god would do; He went on a crusade. This crusade put all before it to shame, however, so much so that it is now referred to as the Grand Crusade. It started out as the biggest military campaign Ashua has or ever will see until the end of days, but quickly turned into something more sinister. Adin didn't stop at clearing a particular region of the daemon scourge, however, he was planning to wipe them out altogether. What began as a "Grand Crusade" quickly became a great genocide. Once obsessed with order and proper form in combat, Adin became ruthless and wild, smashing recklessly with his massive star-shaped maul, once striking a foe so hard, he leveled the mountain range behind him with the force of the blow. This was Adin's second mistake. Not his strong blows, not the countless daemon he sent back to the Pit, but the lack of control and discipline. After clearing as many daemon as possible from the realms of men, Adin still wasn't satisfied. There were still daemon tricking in from the Pit, and he didn't have nearly the manpower to keep them all at bay. He began postulating how to remove the daemonic scourge altogether, and came to a dark conclusion. He would wake Vraskyrrlaaghraan. The sleeping primordial was currently slumbering away in his lair, deep underneath what is now Tal Hi'Lamadii. Adin traveled there, braving the intense heat and dangers along the way. As he approached the gargantuan reptile, his hands tightened around handle of his maul. Raising his weapon above his head, Adin brought the star-shaped maul crashing down on Vraskyrrlaaghraan's massive head, shattering his weapon in the process. This was his third mistake. The primordial awoke for in the first time in hundreds of thousands of years in a fit of burning, white hot rage. The brawn of the young god was nothing to bat an eye at, but Vraskyrrlaaghraan had ancient strength. Born from the writhing slag of the infantile protoplanet that would become Ashua, the raw presence of this terrifying primordial was enough to reduce to ash anything and anyone within miles. As the shards of his weapon were still falling, Adin knew he had made a grave miscalculation. The roar that erupted from the maw of the great leviathan ripped through the surrounding rock and magma, shredding through it like butter. It was then that the Strixalan Desert was born. The crushed rocks and debris turned into dust and dunes around the mighty pair, but Vraskyrrlaaghraan wasn't done yet. He coils around to face the young god, each of his eight eyes burning with the fiery intensity of a small sun boring into the divine figure, no more impressive to this behemoth than any common man. Opening a gaping maw the size of a city, Vraskyrrlaaghraan belched forth burning, white hot lava, coating the infantile dunes around them. Adin jumped with all his might, soaring over the molten rock towards the head of the great beast. His flight was cut short, however, by the whip of a lithe, quick flick of the leviathan's massive tail. Adin smashed into the ground, ripping apart a huge divide in the dune, blowing back the sand on either side of him for hundreds of yards. When the tail had made contact, Adin felt several ribs crack within him. As he smashed through the dunes, he felt fabric and flesh tearing away. This was different than any other battle he had been in had been. He felt pain yes, but he also felt...alive. Alive in a way the young god had never felt before. A grand elation came over him, and with that elation a newfound strength combined with an overwhelming bloodlust. He jumped to his feet and sprung into action, dashing towards the ancient wyrm. The whip-like tail cracked towards him again, but this time he was ready. Quick hands snapped out, grasping the tail firmly. With a sharp twist of his body, Adin heaved with all his might, and...threw the primordial up into the air. Of all the might and power Vraskyrrlaaghraan had at his beck and call, flight was not among his abilities. Nor should it be, by most accounts, for why would a serpent the size of a country need to fly? Today he did fly, however, and experienced an emotion altogether new to him; fear. Flying through the air, blacking out the ground underneath him like a small, terrestrial moon durning an eclipse. He cruise through the clouds northward in a sharp parabola, the when the wyrn came plummeting back to the ground, two things happened. Firstly, the Bowlsea was formed in the crater that remained, and
In the time before time, when the The Home Above and the The Pit Below were one with the primal Ashua, Adin was a seen as a hero to the forces of good, a bastion of light in a time when the daemons of the Pit were able to roam the land freely. Adin would periodically go on grand crusades against the daemon, taking out untold scores of them with each swing of his mighty star-shaped maul and his legions of soldiers at his side. While these crusades in actuality did little to thin the numbers of the daemons, themselves being stuck in an agonizing reincarnation cycle until the end of time, they did help the young god quell his famously horrid temper. It also helped to clear the daemon from those regions of the world. It was the night following an overwhelming victory after an unexpected skirmish, that Adin made his first mistake. A woman walked into his tent uninvited. This is something that not only did he not allow, but had never happened before. After battles, when most would be celebrating their victories and mourning the lost, Adin preferred to sit in quiet meditation, reflecting on the battle, reviewing tactics, and allowing his battle rage to fully leave him. She began to approach him when he raised his hand, literally forcing her to freeze in place. "Who are you, that you would approach me in this place?" Adin stood up smoothly, legs uncrossing and and coming to stand in one quick, lithe motion. The woman tried to brush a stray hair from her face, but found her arms still stuck down by her side. "I...came to congratulate you. I'm from these lands, and ever since my father died to the daemon I-" Adin raised his hand once more, and the woman felt her tongue seize up against the roof of her still open mouth. "I understand. Now, if you don't mind." With a small gesture from the god, the woman found herself back outside the camp, with her horse underneath her and the reins in her hands. She looked around, confused, and then flicked the reins, urging her steed forward. The following day, after camp was packed up and everyone was ready to head out, Adin climbed atop his horse Aja and led his forces down the road, the same direction the woman went the night before. They traveled for nearly two hourse with no issues, but when they rounded a bend that brought the group within sight of the village, a grisly scene revealed itself to them. The woman, it seems, hadn't quite made it back to her village last night. Her remains were scattered among the rocks of the road, with a trail of blood trailing up the rock face to the right of the path. A mix of emotions washed over Adin in this moment. Sadness, at seeing someone needlessly killed. Disgust, at such bestial, animalistic carnage, typical of the daemon. Elation, repressed though it might be, at the thought of fighting again so soon. Above all though, anger. Anger directed towards the woman, for coming to him in the first place. Anger directed at the daemon, for killing yet another innocent soul with their incessant killing. Worst of all, anger directed at himself. Did he send this woman to her death? Did he cause this woman's death, albeit inadvertently, by sending her home without a guard at night? Did he potentially leave a child without their mother, in a world already full of death and strife? In response to the maelstrom of emotions roiling in his mind, he did what any reasonable militant god would do; He went on a crusade. This crusade put all before it to shame, however, so much so that it is now referred to as the Grand Crusade. It started out as the biggest military campaign Ashua has or ever will see until the end of days, but quickly turned into something more sinister. Adin didn't stop at clearing a particular region of the daemon scourge, however, he was planning to wipe them out altogether. What began as a "Grand Crusade" quickly became a great genocide. Once obsessed with order and proper form in combat, Adin became ruthless and wild, smashing recklessly with his massive star-shaped maul, once striking a foe so hard, he leveled the mountain range behind him with the force of the blow. This was Adin's second mistake. Not his strong blows, not the countless daemon he sent back to the Pit, but the lack of control and discipline. After clearing as many daemon as possible from the realms of men, Adin still wasn't satisfied. There were still daemon tricking in from the Pit, and he didn't have nearly the manpower to keep them all at bay. He began postulating how to remove the daemonic scourge altogether, and came to a dark conclusion. He would wake Vraskyrrlaaghraan. The sleeping primordial was currently slumbering away in his lair, deep underneath what is now Tal Hi'Lamadii. Adin traveled there, braving the intense heat and dangers along the way. As he approached the gargantuan reptile, his hands tightened around handle of his maul. Raising his weapon above his head, Adin brought the star-shaped maul crashing down on Vraskyrrlaaghraan's massive head, shattering his weapon in the process. This was his third mistake. The primordial awoke for in the first time in hundreds of thousands of years in a fit of burning, white hot rage. The brawn of the young god was nothing to bat an eye at, but Vraskyrrlaaghraan had ancient strength. Born from the writhing slag of the infantile protoplanet that would become Ashua, the raw presence of this terrifying primordial was enough to reduce to ash anything and anyone within miles. As the shards of his weapon were still falling, Adin knew he had made a grave miscalculation. The roar that erupted from the maw of the great leviathan ripped through the surrounding rock and magma, shredding through it like butter. It was then that the Strixalan Desert was born. The crushed rocks and debris turned into dust and dunes around the mighty pair, but Vraskyrrlaaghraan wasn't done yet. He coils around to face the young god, each of his eight eyes burning with the fiery intensity of a small sun boring into the divine figure, no more impressive to this behemoth than any common man. Opening a gaping maw the size of a city, Vraskyrrlaaghraan belched forth burning, white hot lava, coating the infantile dunes around them. Adin jumped with all his might, soaring over the molten rock towards the head of the great beast. His flight was cut short, however, by the whip of a lithe, quick flick of the leviathan's massive tail. Adin smashed into the ground, ripping apart a huge divide in the dune, blowing back the sand on either side of him for hundreds of yards. When the tail had made contact, Adin felt several ribs crack within him. As he smashed through the dunes, he felt fabric and flesh tearing away. This was different than any other battle he had been in had been. He felt pain yes, but he also felt...alive. Alive in a way the young god had never felt before. A grand elation came over him, and with that elation a newfound strength combined with an overwhelming bloodlust. He jumped to his feet and sprung into action, dashing towards the ancient wyrm. The whip-like tail cracked towards him again, but this time he was ready. Quick hands snapped out, grasping the tail firmly. With a sharp twist of his body, Adin heaved with all his might, and...threw the primordial up into the air. Of all the might and power Vraskyrrlaaghraan had at his beck and call, flight was not among his abilities. Nor should it be, by most accounts, for why would a serpent the size of a country need to fly? Today he did fly, however, and experienced an emotion altogether new to him; fear. Flying through the air, blacking out the ground underneath him like a small, terrestrial moon durning an eclipse. He cruise through the clouds northward in a sharp parabola, the when the wyrn came plummeting back to the ground, two things happened. Firstly, the Bowlsea was formed in the crater that remained, and
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