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When the original four Xenotls first came upon the offspring of Izalotl they were surprised by their power and forced to flee. Shortly after, as all know, the god Faotl created man from the ocean, and Xeataotl was made into the night stars when he almost destroyed Faotl's creations, and Teatoatl became the sun . Faotl created a new man, learning from his past mistakes. This time, they died once more, this time becoming the birds. A third time, Faotl reated man, this time from the dirt, but these were doomed and became the monkeys. At last, alone, Caraoatl created man from his own blood after killing the remaining Xelatls. These humans eventually became the lizards when Caraoatl was slain by the surviving Xenotls.
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=The Names of Gods=
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From their creation every being and thing has a True Name. A name which describes what that thing is, which makes it unique from all other things and beings in this vast universe. That knowledge is inherently powerful. To know the True Name of a rock allows you to command it. To know the True Name of a man allows you to influence him. But to know the True Name of a god... that is something different altogether.
  
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From the bones of the slain Xelatls the Xenotls created man to fight the curse lain upon them by Caraoatl. At first, the surviving Xenotls believed all of the Xelatl to be slain, but this turned out to not be so. In their wake new gods arose, and the Xenotl feared them once again. The fear of the new man, fighting amongst themselves, and the fear of the gods rose into the skies, to a new place, and there the god Xerotl was born as the answer. From his throne of shadows he taught man to impose order on others, and from there to create kingdoms and prosper. He taught man of Strength and new ways to fight war. To fight with honour.
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Throughout the history of the world there have been many gods; those that are dreamt up, created, and those that are indeed true gods. These have all been known by a multitude of names through a multitude of forms. But each of these - both those that did and did not truly exist - had a True Name. A name known only to few, or perhaps only themselves. You see, to know the True Name of a god... it grants the god absolute power over the one who knows it. It changes and mutates the one who knows into ways resembling the nature of that god.
  
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The other Xenotls saw this and were pleased. They turned to one another and said "Xerotl has done great things and allowed man to prosper. There are now more than we need to satiate the curse, so let us reward him." And to Xerotl the remaining Xenotl gave domain over a portion of the souls of man who were not needed to sate their thirst to do with as he pleases.
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And when that god is a true god, one of true power, it also grants great power. To resemble the nature of that god is to be closer to it, making the act of calling upon that god a much simpler task, one as easy as breathing. But why would a god hide it's True Name from a mortal?
  
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With these souls Xerotl created his army to defend man from death by the hands of the new Xelatl, lest the Xenotl be left with no source of blood. The other Xenotl saw this and were pleased, so they turned to one another once more and said "Let us name Xerotl the Master of Armies, and allow him to defend Man from his throne of shadows."
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The first is that they are often misheard and deformed, leading to a name which represents that god but is not that god's True Name. That god may be called by that name, but it is not his name. The second is the power that a True Name gives one god over another. To know the True Name of another god is to have doomed him. Because of this, the gods are cautious in allowing others to discover their True Names, often maintaining guises for eons to ensure the name remains buried.
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There are those few mortals that are granted with this knowledge, however. They are often the wisest of the follower's of their god, and as such are blessed with this knowledge. They are granted this knowledge when it is known they will never reveal it to another; when their faith has become something greater than their own life. These are the mortals who receive the highest of rewards when they join their god's side. The commander of Xertol's armies, the hand maidens of Itzpapalotl and Yohuatocatl, and the most favored of the other gods; many of these, but far from all, know the True Name of their god. For you see, in all the eons they have existed, the True Name of any of the gods have been revealed barely a dozen times. These few, these champions of the divine, have been forgotten; their True Names nearly as powerful as the True Name of a god.
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=Arxantl and Xerotl=
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In the time after the birth of Arxantl, the Xenotl came to realize a great danger to themselves. The daimons of Nethitlpl had grown to hate them, and with their blades of obsidian at his command, Arxantl would one day seek the vengeance of his people. The war with the young daimons had taught the Xenotl that they could not survive this coming war: they needed a champion.
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In the aeons in which the daimons rebuilt their civilization under the rule of Arxantl, the Xenotl found their champion. From the hearts and minds of their creations they took a small piece of their champion. Justice, order, power, and the unending desire for war. These they kept for a time.
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As their creations waxed and waned there were those who stood above all others. Great kings, warriors, and heroes of men. As each of these reached the height of their power and passed on to the realm of Itzpapalotl, the Xenotl took the smallest portion of their greatness, holding each for a time.
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Eventually, the Xenotl had amassed a wealth of all they sought. The Xenotl then traveled to a place beyond all worlds they had traveled to before: a place beyond even time and thought, where there was naught but chaos. Here, they scattered these dark pieces of greatness into the chaos.
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As the chaos was filled the Xenotl were surprised to discover the chaos receeding. All they had amassed and scattered gathered together, forcing order upon the chaos. Shadow spread into every corner of this new realm of order, and from this shadow grew massive fortresses and towers. As the Xenotl watched, a new being formed in front of them, emerging from the shadows they had seeded. He was a dark thing to behold, both terrible and wonderful. In one hand he held an icy mace of great power, and in the other he held a great staff. On his shoulders rested a great serpent, the likes of which none have seen before.
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The Xenotl named this warrior Xerotl and gave to him a small portion of the dead in the care of Itzpapalotl. With these dead he formed a great number of armies, choosing those great kings and heroes that had helped to create him as the marshals of these armies.
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It is with these terrible Armies of Dark that Xerotl now waits for the second war with the daimons. That his kin may live, he will fight. Time passes, and the Lord of Shadow waits, his armies growing every stronger.

Revision as of 22:00, 14 May 2009

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In short, the contents of this page are to be considered OOC knowledge, except for characters who are elders of The Blood Cult.

The Names of Gods

From their creation every being and thing has a True Name. A name which describes what that thing is, which makes it unique from all other things and beings in this vast universe. That knowledge is inherently powerful. To know the True Name of a rock allows you to command it. To know the True Name of a man allows you to influence him. But to know the True Name of a god... that is something different altogether.

Throughout the history of the world there have been many gods; those that are dreamt up, created, and those that are indeed true gods. These have all been known by a multitude of names through a multitude of forms. But each of these - both those that did and did not truly exist - had a True Name. A name known only to few, or perhaps only themselves. You see, to know the True Name of a god... it grants the god absolute power over the one who knows it. It changes and mutates the one who knows into ways resembling the nature of that god.

And when that god is a true god, one of true power, it also grants great power. To resemble the nature of that god is to be closer to it, making the act of calling upon that god a much simpler task, one as easy as breathing. But why would a god hide it's True Name from a mortal?

The first is that they are often misheard and deformed, leading to a name which represents that god but is not that god's True Name. That god may be called by that name, but it is not his name. The second is the power that a True Name gives one god over another. To know the True Name of another god is to have doomed him. Because of this, the gods are cautious in allowing others to discover their True Names, often maintaining guises for eons to ensure the name remains buried.

There are those few mortals that are granted with this knowledge, however. They are often the wisest of the follower's of their god, and as such are blessed with this knowledge. They are granted this knowledge when it is known they will never reveal it to another; when their faith has become something greater than their own life. These are the mortals who receive the highest of rewards when they join their god's side. The commander of Xertol's armies, the hand maidens of Itzpapalotl and Yohuatocatl, and the most favored of the other gods; many of these, but far from all, know the True Name of their god. For you see, in all the eons they have existed, the True Name of any of the gods have been revealed barely a dozen times. These few, these champions of the divine, have been forgotten; their True Names nearly as powerful as the True Name of a god.


Arxantl and Xerotl

In the time after the birth of Arxantl, the Xenotl came to realize a great danger to themselves. The daimons of Nethitlpl had grown to hate them, and with their blades of obsidian at his command, Arxantl would one day seek the vengeance of his people. The war with the young daimons had taught the Xenotl that they could not survive this coming war: they needed a champion.

In the aeons in which the daimons rebuilt their civilization under the rule of Arxantl, the Xenotl found their champion. From the hearts and minds of their creations they took a small piece of their champion. Justice, order, power, and the unending desire for war. These they kept for a time.

As their creations waxed and waned there were those who stood above all others. Great kings, warriors, and heroes of men. As each of these reached the height of their power and passed on to the realm of Itzpapalotl, the Xenotl took the smallest portion of their greatness, holding each for a time.

Eventually, the Xenotl had amassed a wealth of all they sought. The Xenotl then traveled to a place beyond all worlds they had traveled to before: a place beyond even time and thought, where there was naught but chaos. Here, they scattered these dark pieces of greatness into the chaos.

As the chaos was filled the Xenotl were surprised to discover the chaos receeding. All they had amassed and scattered gathered together, forcing order upon the chaos. Shadow spread into every corner of this new realm of order, and from this shadow grew massive fortresses and towers. As the Xenotl watched, a new being formed in front of them, emerging from the shadows they had seeded. He was a dark thing to behold, both terrible and wonderful. In one hand he held an icy mace of great power, and in the other he held a great staff. On his shoulders rested a great serpent, the likes of which none have seen before.

The Xenotl named this warrior Xerotl and gave to him a small portion of the dead in the care of Itzpapalotl. With these dead he formed a great number of armies, choosing those great kings and heroes that had helped to create him as the marshals of these armies.

It is with these terrible Armies of Dark that Xerotl now waits for the second war with the daimons. That his kin may live, he will fight. Time passes, and the Lord of Shadow waits, his armies growing every stronger.

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