Typhon and the Ebb of Chaos - Third instalment

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Part 2: Lyrus

Lyrus is an isolated place, and the smallest of the Typhonian continents.  For a time, it was mostly barren. A land of geysers and calderas; it was this surplus of geological activity that contributed to the formation of the Khem. However in the aftermath of the verneshot that devastated the eastern continents, it changed drastically. Shifts in Typhon’s crust would eventually calm the heaving earth, and the once volatile mantle of Lyrus became relatively static. Along with extensive flooding, this transformation contributed to life on Lyrus as it is today. Now, nearly 90% of the continent is wet-land; the Marshes of Psyfus. The small portion of dry land remaining became known as Urum Rekhesh, the valley of lights.

The ecosystem flourished, and even fostered the development of a new sentient race. The Vaelyk were amphibious creatures, with significant intelligence, as compared to the Khem. At ease both on land and within the murky waters, their multi-faceted society prospered. The deep places of Psyfus were soon occupied by under-water temples and funerary halls, while available dry land was dotted with homes and craftsmen’s huts.  Philosophers and priests, the Vaelyk were the first and only sapient residents of Typhon to deify elemental forces. Two pantheons were established; the Psyfian Pantheon and Morothi Triumvirate. Psyfus was their prime deity, the Lord of creation, after whom their home is named.  At his side were Mydus, god of creeping mist and icy showers, and Kespa, goddess of rampant growth and fertility. They were contrasted by beings with more destructive inclinations. Chief among them was Kar’moroth, god of change. The nameless twins, gods of calefaction and decay were at his behest. Their eternal struggle for supremacy maintains the balance of forces that allows life to exist.

Though the Vaelyk were peaceful for millennia, disorder would seem through the cracks. Many came to question the power of Psyfus and Kar’moroth as unfavorable climate changes and disease claimed their people. Dissenters among them turned their attention away from the marshes, to Urum Rekhesh…towards a strange beacon, coruscating in the distance.

 

Part 3: Urum Rekhesh

Hot and dry, Urum Rekhesh is a place of death for most life within the marsh. No Vaelyk had ever ventured beyond the wet-lands, as Urum Rekhesh was a forbidden place. It was a domain untouched by the gods; the sickening lights a warning to the nocturnal life of the marshes. It was said that without the influence of the pantheon, life cannot exist. All who dare enter the valley of lights—where the gods hold no sway—will perish. In death, only the void awaits them.

Ryth was low in the sky. A group of approximately 250 Vaelyk defectors stepped over the borders of Psyfus, the first of their kind to see beyond the trees. As Ryth continued to set, the scintillating Khem began to dim. The beacons of Urum Rekhesh became distinct; figures in the distance, beckoning to the faithful. As they left the humidity of the marsh, arid air scorched their lungs and cracked their skin, and many receded back into the trees. The brave—or perhaps foolhardy—pressed onward. All perished but two, Illyk and Jasko. They were saved by a pool of water that filled the depression wherein the Khem had been erected. Delirious, and on the brink of death, they were haunted by visions. Hallucinations that were perceived as contact with the divine. In their furor, they were told of an ancient pantheon, who ruled over life on Lyrus long before Psyfus and Kar’moroth—usurpers from a distant planet—imprisoned them with vile trickery. Slack-jawed, they listened intently as their new Lords promised great power and immortality to those who would free them from stasis.  Upon returning to their people, Illyk and Jasko would become the spiritual leaders of the new Rekheshi Vaelyk. A race with a new purpose; the liberation of their gods, and the destruction of those who would stand in their way…


Submitted: January 23, 2013

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