The Legend Of Larfu is an old legend that forms a very important part of the Brotherhood's beliefs and revolves around the theme that The Wave Slayer will one day return to redeem the Brave People.
When the tribes of The Brave People were united by the mysterious strangers called the Cuada that came from a distant land over the face of the sea Goddess Vaet,the gods watched with curiosity and marvel.
Who are these strange beings that command our children,the Brave Ones so,was the question they asked themselves.They had never seen anything like these odd,short statured,almost comical looking beings that had come from across Vaet's endless wastes of water and they had seen plenty ever since the Old One had sprung from the womb of Vaet and and had then vomited forth all life,including them.After much discussion as to who these strange beings were,they agreed to send Quilta the god of fish and the youngest of their phantean,to investigate the agenda of these visitors.Taking the form of a mosquito,he descended to the great camp where the Cuada leader Toltep was holding a council with the leaders of the various Clans.He watched and listened,as Toltep promised the Brave People victory and glory against their enemies.
When he returned he was ecstatic.''Oh,my brothers and sisters,I am convinced that these strangers are beings are the children of mother Mother Vaet,sent by her to lead our children to victory against the pagans and barbarians that refuse to worship us!"'.At this there was much rejoicing and the gods praised Divine Vaet for sending her children to aid the Brave People and their gods in the struggle against their foes.But only one of them remained unmoved.He was Larfu,the Wave slayer,the Eternal Hunter,the one that never trusted what he was not sure of.He spent most of his time in Lady Vaet's embrace and she had said nothing about sending her children to aid the gods and the Brave People.
''Oh,my siblings,I fear this is some clever hoax to deceive us. Divine Vaet
told me nothing about these strange beings and that is odd,for I who stalk her depths,am very close to her. I fear this a trap for our children the Brave People,much the same way the angler fish lures its prey to it,with the its alluring little lamp. They swim toward the light,expecting food,only to find betrayal and death. Such is the way a skillful hunter entraps its prey and I have no wish to see our beloved children,The Brave People,enmeshed in such a trap''. At this,the other gods lost their temper.
''You primitive fool,skulking in the depths of the divine Vaet does not elevate you above her!
How dare you presume to know better than her or the rest of use!'',roared Worta,the brutal,hot headed God of War''. For being so impudent as to doubt the Divine Vaet,you have shown yourself to be unworthy of being one us! You must die!''
The other outraged gods begun to take up this cry. With a scream of rage,Worta charged at Larfu with his Drah Of Smiting. But the sleek Wave Slayer was much quicker on his feet than the burly God Of War,and jumped out of his way with ease. He then grabbed Worta's striking arm and snapped it off. As Wrota collapsed to the ground,clutching the bloody stump of his ripped off arm,the other gods,determined to avenge the loss of Worta's arm,rushed upon Larfu and ripped him to bloody bits.
His mutilated remains were then thrown into a lagoon for the sharks inhabiting it,to feed on. But the sharks did not devour them. Instead,they guarded them from other scavengers. The reason for this was that their master,the ancient spirit inhabiting the lake who was known as Poqua,or the Lady Of The Lake,had recognized the remains that the gods of water had thrown into the lagoon,as being those Of Larfu,The Eternal Hunter. He had often hunted along her sharks and she had watched him from afar,admiring his skill and determination. Now upon seeing his scattered remains,she gathered them together and made them whole once morerestored life to The Eternal Hunter. She realized however,that it would be best to keep his resuraction a secret from the other gods. With this in mind,she cast a powerful enchantment on him that would keep him in a deep slumber for eons. She then steeled herself to take him away to the one place where he would be safe from his foolish and and vain kindred..
Turning herself and the prone form of Larfu into tiny mud skippers,she forced her way through to the very core of Tarrod,where the mother of everything,The Old One slumbered. Turning Larfu back into himself,she carefully laid him next to the vast form of the Old One. Then she departed,confident in the knowledge that the other gods would never venture here for fear of awakening their divine progenitor who not take kindly to such an intrusion on her slumber.
There he still lies,awaiting the day of his return,when he will appear as the dread Tuwasa and slaughter the imposters known as the Cuada and the arrogant Gods Of Water.