In a time before time, the creation of Baymaroen was primordial as all worlds are. Forces of energy clashing in a climactic font of brilliance to form the bedrock of the world. Silence issued forth for an eternity but lasting an instant. The appearance of the Firstborn was instantaneous. Life created itself from the cosmic essence left behind by creation. This is the story of the first war, the Untold War.
The follow string of Mirror-folk evolutions, Mihradhz, Mihrral, and Mihradamagus, are collectively known as The Mirr. They are all curious and slightly annoying, each in their own way. They advance through their lives by pestering the rare mortals who visit their plane.
Faith is a powerful thing.
Belief in ones self can help you push yourself beyond the limits imagined.
Belief in others can raise spirits and make them work with greater fervor.
Belief in a religion can make people perform actions which would otherwise be unacceptable.
Once however, long ago in times forgotten, someone believed so deeply; so strongly, that in an eternity of darkness, a glass eye opened.
The abominable spawn of Ll’hhrau, the Thing Behind The Sky, the Minotauri descend from above, hideous and awful perversions of natural life.
“The threat of the enemy flanking me is our concern. Send in three of the Hundtaur to find any hidden resources. Tell one of them to seek out their general. I know his name, we were clutched together in our infancy. He is the closest thing to a brother I could have. Have the Hundtaur kill him publically to break their moral.
Slaughter them all and pray to the Weapon that Kills that this day will be bloody. Sing the song of your God and may they get you through today!”
- Legatus Suuhai - Commander of the Minotaur Armies of the Blades
“The Orstaur beasts are unleashed My Lord Legatus!”
“Quiet your tongue, I am no Lord Master. I am a tool and that is all. Send the other troops to the east of the Orstaur. I don’t want them turning on us when they run low on food. Pray to the Weapon that Kills that this day will be bloody. Sing the song of your God and may they get you through today!”
- Legatus Suuhai - Commander of the Minotaur Armies of the Blades
“The battle is near its start. The feasting that will follow will be great and we shall gorge ourselves with plenty of the fallens flesh. Praise to the God King for this chance to show our reverance, and a silent prayer to the One Above Who Can Not Partake. Lest she whitness and be pleased.”
-Harrotaur Tribunus - Second in Command at the Battle of Forgotten Sorrow
“Masters say the advanced scouts have reported no enemies to the west of the plains. We are to assault them from their western flank and pepper their bodies with vengence and blood. To victory and the God King.”
- Ebertaur Tracker - Battle of the Forgotten Sorrow
“The Masters have ordered our advancement on the enemy. They are entrenched and well defended Legatus, what is your intent?”
“The Masters say kill, we kill. They order and we obey. The difference in ordering an infidel and a weapon, is the weapon enjoys the order. Slaughter them all and pray to the Weapon that Kills that this day will be bloody. Sing the song of your God and may they get you through today!”
- Legatus Suuhai - Commander of the Minotaur Armies of the Blades
“My Lord Oweadyen, the enemy awaits our presence on the Plains of Forever Sorrow. Our advanced scouts have seen no possible threat of flanks, what are your orders?”
“The infidels shall quiver at my thunder and feel their complacency at the fall of my sword. Send in the Taurs, make them bleed.”
Slaughter them all and pray to the Weapon that Kills that this day will be bloody. Sing the song of your God and may they get you through today!”
- Legatus Suuhai - Commander of the Minotaur Armies of the Blades - The Demon Wars
Your adventurers can name this one, if they survive. The last thing they will hear is: “ppppooockt-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t” before their eyes and ears start bleeding and their body become black and blue… battered by something unseen and untouched.
On a world made entirely of molten rock, there is still life.
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