The Typhlotic Descent of Fomor

A corrupted tome folded in blighted wooden covers, stone fingers acting as clasps to keep the folio shut. Spore of an ancient forest permeate from the pages.

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Completed by Maeve

''[...centuries followed, a near millennium. A thousand years of darkness. A force of power upon the land, but forced below into eternal slumber. A curse of mind, body and soul, with only those who retreated beneath the darkness that can save themselves. For Fomorians to retreat, wicked and unnatural. Within the palm of our graps, the Aes'ahn stood. Crushed and broken were they. Unable to free the Fir from our chains. They did not belong, as so they were destroyed...]''

''[...incapable, unable and weak. Seeking aid from beyond. Beguiling the strength of idols from beyond the mists. To a world ruled by no faith, only strength. A godless land upon which only power ruled. So weak were they, that they must call upon divinity and destroy the very foundations of our world to achieve their victory. Broken, unattached, protected against the planes beyond the mists. Then shattered in an instant. A door open and our world unable to breath as radiancy showered the lands as faiths broke the very fabric of our world. Sojourn, trespassers, infidels and invaders. That they would seek their powers at their own detriment. Defeated, but so were they. They could not defeat us. So arrogant and blind to believe they would control the white feathers of the Outer planes...]''

''[...no matter how long. No matter the years, the centuries, the millenniums that follow. We shall rest, we shall wait, we shall watch from the darkness. As idols rise from lands to skies, not even their prayers shall protect them when we return. Descendants of idols shall be no match. Just as the Aes'ahn fell, so shall they....]''

''[...fomor shall be a godless land again. The door shall close, the door will be broken, the gods will torn down one by one and even prayers shall not save them. The Fir will fall within palm, grasp and chain. So too the mortals that walk this earth. These refugees that await their enslavement to Bencawr...]''

''[...a King awaits. The great eye. The worthy descendant of Bencawr. The last ruler of Fomor, to rise from the depths and come again. The piercing eye, the dark smiter, the evil eye, the god-killer. His gaze shall fall upon the world and turn it asunder and anew. He shall awaken, and his armies of titans shall follow. Those not befallen of curses. Those not malformed by magic. Our putrid souls are unworthy of the Fomorian name. The Elder Fomorians shall rise and the world will tremble. Even the gods shall fear our tyranny...]''

''[...Aes'ahn. Aesir. Bound in blood and union. Aes'ahn, Sojourn, Miasma. They all shall fall. And we shall revel...]''