The Bible of Tyraellia

Chapter I: The Dwelling of the Mountain Titaness

1 In the days of old, when the world was but a tapestry woven
by the hands of the Almighty, there arose a mighty mountain
known as Orcenmut. ² Its peaks pierced the heavens, and its
roots delved deep into the heart of the earth, where ancient
secrets lay hidden. ³ Beneath the shadow of this towering
colossus, a deity of great power and mystery made her abode
“The Mountain Titaness.”

4 She, the Mountain Titaness, whose presence is felt in the
rumbling of the earth and the whispering winds that sweep
through the crags, dwelt deep beneath Orcenmut’s stony bosom.
⁵ In the heart of the mountain’s core, where molten fires
danced and magma flowed like the lifeblood of the earth,
there she made her sanctum. ⁶ None but the boldest and most
faithful dared to venture into her realm, for her power was
both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

7 From the loins of the Mountain Titaness emerged wondrous
and fearsome creatures, like unto house-sized bronze spiders.
⁸ These arachnid colossi, born of earth and fire, scuttled
forth to weave their intricate webs across the dark recesses
of the underworld. ⁹ Their spinnerets crafted threads of
strength and beauty, and in these silken strands, the fate of
the world was woven.

10 Yet, not only spiders did the Mountain Titaness bring
forth, but also did she breathe life into the heart of the
mountain’s womb. ¹¹ Five races of orcs, forged in the
crucible of her divine essence, emerged to tend to her needs
and venerate her might. ¹² The orcs, born of her divine
embrace, bore the mark of their creator, their destinies
intertwined with the ancient rhythms of the earth.

13 High in the craggy peaks of Orcenmut, the orcs fashioned
their abodes, carving cities of stone from the very bones of
the mountain. ¹⁴ These underground sanctuaries, illuminated
by the soft glow of luminescent crystals, echoed with the
songs of praise and the hum of industrious labor.

15 For the orcs, their purpose was clear “to serve the Mountain
Titaness,” with unwavering devotion, to tend to her needs, and
to uphold the sacred balance of the world.
¹⁶ Let it be known that the Mountain Titaness, a deity both
fierce and nurturing, holds dominion over the hidden realms
beneath Orcenmut’s gaze. ¹⁷ Her bronze spiders weave the
threads of fate, and her children, the diverse races of orcs,
labor in her name. ¹⁸ In the depths of the earth and the
heights of the mountains, her presence is felt, a reminder of
the ancient bonds that tie all creation together.

19 Thus, the first chapter of the sacred tale unveils the
dwelling of the Mountain Titaness, her progeny, and the
divine purpose that shapes their existence. May the threads
of destiny continue to weave, and may the orcs’ faith remain
steadfast in the shadow of Orcenmut’s towering might.

Chapter II: The Banished Barbarians and the Wrath of Odin

1 In the realm of the gods, where the great hall of Valhalla
stands resplendent, there dwelt a race of fierce and untamed
warriors. ² These were the barbarians, known for their mighty
feats and wild revelry, for they reveled in the pleasures of
mead and mirth. ³ Yet, their revelries took a fateful turn,
and their actions brought upon them the wrath of the All-
Father, Odin.

4 It came to pass that on a day when the sun hung high in the
sky, the barbarians, in their drunken revels, did commit an
affront most dire. ⁵ They, in their merriment, did urinate
upon the goats of Odin, creatures sacred and dear to the All-
Father. ⁶ Their laughter echoed through the hallowed halls of
Valhalla, an insolent challenge to the order of the divine
realm.

7 Odin, the Wise and the Terrible, looked upon this mockery
with a gaze of stern resolve. ⁸ His countenance grew dark as
thunderclouds, and his voice rumbled like the rumblings of
distant storms. ⁹ “You, who have defiled the sacred beasts of
Asgard,” he decreed, “shall be banished from this realm of
glory and honor. ¹⁰ Cast out shall you be, to dwell in the
rugged mountains of Tyraellia, far from the halls of
Valhalla.”

11 And so it was that Odin’s wrath was swift and unforgiving.
The barbarians were flung from the golden gates of Valhalla,
their laughter silenced and their mugs of mead spilled. ¹² In
the mountains of Tyraellia, they found themselves exiled, a
people unmoored from the feasting halls of the gods. ¹³ Their
purpose became clear to prove their worth, to earn their
redemption, and to win their way back into the favor of the
All-Father.

14 The charge set before them was mighty and perilous to
wipe out the orcen, offspring of the Mountain Titaness, who
dwelt beneath the shadow of Orcenmut. ¹⁵ The task was
daunting, for the orcen were fierce defenders of their
mother’s realm, and their loyalty to the ancient deity ran
deep. ¹⁶ Yet, the barbarians, driven by a thirst for
redemption, embraced their destiny with a savage
determination.

17 In the mountains of Tyraellia, the banished ones carved
out their existence, a life of untamed passions and fierce
battles. ¹⁸ They made music that echoed through the valleys,
a mournful melody that spoke of their longing for Valhalla’s
embrace. ¹⁹ Their raids upon orc camps and the realms of men
and elves were marked by a relentless bloodlust, a desire to
prove their mettle and to wash away the stain of their
transgression.

20 Let it be known that the banished barbarians, cast out
from the halls of the gods, find purpose and redemption in
the mountains of Tyraellia. ²¹ Their path is one of trials
and tribulations, of battles waged and destinies forged in
fire and steel. ²² May their determination be unwavering,
their resolve unyielding, as they seek to fulfill Odin’s
charge and regain their place in the glorious halls of
Valhalla.

Chapter III: The Exiles’ Voyage and the Founding of Raellia

1 In the annals of time, when the world still bore the marks
of its creation and the stars danced across the tapestry of
the heavens, a chapter unfolded that spoke of exiles and the
forging of a new destiny. ² A schism, a rift in the fabric of
elven civilization, gave birth to a profound divergence of
paths, one paved with the allure of forbidden magic.

3 The Elves, fair and graceful, had long graced the lands
with their presence, weaving their ethereal arts and
communing with the secrets of the natural world. ⁴ Yet, the
allure of a new and treacherous path beckoned, as a line of
magic emerged that offered the power to possess other beings,
to traverse the boundaries of flesh and spirit. ⁵ This dark
art came with a grave cost – the death of one’s own
corporeal vessel.

6 As whispers of this arcane invention spread like wildfire
through the elven realms, a war of ideologies ignited. ⁷
Those who clung to the purity of tradition stood against the
proponents of this insidious magic, and the realm was torn
asunder by the clash of wills. ⁸ The echoes of battle
resounded through ancient forests and shimmering glades, as
brother fought against brother, and the very fabric of elven
society unraveled.

9 In the midst of this turmoil, a group of researchers and
practitioners, the last vestiges of those who held the
forbidden knowledge, made a fateful decision. ¹⁰ Boarding a
flotilla of golden ships, they embarked upon a perilous
voyage across the endless ocean, carrying with them the
secrets of possession and the weight of their choice. ¹¹
Exiled forever from their homeland, they set their course
into the great unknown.

12 Many months passed, and the exiles faced trials that
tested their resilience and their very will to survive. ¹³
They navigated treacherous storms, battled hunger and
despair, and clung to the memories of their lost kin and
shattered civilization. ¹⁴ Their sustenance was a restorative
honey, a precious elixir that sustained them through the
darkest nights.

15 At the brink of despair, when their golden ships had
become fragile shells adrift upon the vast sea, the exiles
beheld a sight that rekindled their hope. ¹⁶ The shores of a
new land, Tyraellia, emerged from the horizon like a beacon
of salvation. ¹⁷ With the last of their strength, they guided
their flotilla to the welcoming embrace of the southern
shores, where the City of Raelia would rise.

18 Deeply ancient and steeped in magic, the City of Raelia
became the haven that the exiles sought. ¹⁹ They nurtured the
land, drawing upon their ancient arts to shape their new
home, and the echoes of their history resonated within its
very stones. ²⁰ The forbidden knowledge of possession, once
the catalyst for destruction, became a guarded secret, a
reminder of the past’s haunting lessons.

21 Let it be known that in this third chapter, the exiles’
voyage across the ocean marked a turning point in the
tapestry of history. ²² The City of Raelia, birthed from
adversity and shaped by the wisdom of those who carried the
weight of their choices, stood as a testament to the enduring
strength of the elven spirit. ²³ As the years flowed like a
river, the ancient stronghold would become a bastion of
magic, a sanctuary of wisdom, and a testament to the
resilience of a people who forged their destiny anew upon the
shores of Tyraellia.

Chapter IV: The Human Dominion and the Gaze of “All-See”

1 In the realm of Tyraellia, where the mountains and rivers
entwined like the threads of fate, there emerged a race of
humble yet fervent folk known as humans. ² Arriving from
distant shores to the east, they settled near the banks of
the great rivers, carving out simple cities near bustling
shipping ports. ³ These newcomers, guided by a hierarchy of
unyielding faith, embarked upon a path of worship and
commerce that would shape their destiny.

4 The human cities, though small in scale, pulsed with an
energy born of ambition and determination. ⁵ A strict
religious order, led by powerful priests who held the reins
of authority, governed the lives of these humans. ⁶ The lords
of the cities wielded dominion over their people, possessing
the right to life and death at their fingertips.

7 In the shadow of their rule, the citizens of the human
cities toiled and traded, the pursuit of crescents – the moon-
shaped currency – driving their endeavors.
⁸ Central to the humans’ existence was the deity they
revered, the enigmatic and all-seeing God known simply as
“All-See.” ⁹ This divine figure, shrouded in mystery and
cloaked in power, watched over every aspect of their lives,
rewarding loyalty and profit alike. ¹⁰ The humans, bound by
both reverence and trepidation, looked to “All-See” for
guidance and favor in their daily affairs.

11 Temples dedicated to “All-See” adorned the lands of
Tyraellia, their spires reaching towards the heavens like
fingers extended in supplication. ¹² Within these sacred
sanctuaries, the faithful gathered, seeking solace, healing,
and blessings. ¹³ Yet, the benevolence of “All-See” came at a
price, for the faithful were required to offer their
crescents in exchange for the miracles bestowed upon them.

14 The human cities were a tapestry woven from threads of
faith, commerce, and the looming presence of authority. ¹⁵ In
these bustling centers, vendors of various races and
religions mingled, driven by the common pursuit of
prosperity. ¹⁶ The moon-shaped crescents exchanged hands as
goods were traded and bargains struck, the rhythm of commerce
echoing through the cobblestone streets.

17 As the sun dipped below the horizon and cast its final
rays upon the human cities, the people retired to their
humble abodes, the specter of “All-See” and their lords’
authority still lingering in their thoughts. ¹⁸ Under the
watchful gaze of the moon, the humans slept, their dreams and
aspirations shaped by the intricate dance of faith and
profit.

19 Let it be known that in this fourth chapter, the human
race carved their place within the mosaic of Tyraellia’s
lands. ²⁰ They lived and labored under the austere tenets of
their hierarchical religion, guided by the mysterious
divinity of “All-See.” ²¹ In the cities that flourished along
the rivers’ embrace, the ebb and flow of crescents
intertwined with the rhythms of devotion, commerce, and the
enduring belief that their actions were seen and rewarded by
the ever-watchful gaze of their enigmatic God.