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Lore / Know thy enemy – know who to loathe

 The Serpent lives even when dead, for it is Eternal. It was sealed in the prison made by Meora, but Its influence can reach outside, and some things obey Its commands. Yet with equal hatred and envy they bear towards all which exists, they hate each other for existing as much, giving us a chance to not be overwhelmed with forces we are not ready to face – enemies within and enemies without.

Jealous Beastiary

Deep inside the Ocean of Mud are born creatures pestilent in their nature. When Meority was divided we were giving them different names, but even different cultures understood these things to be not of this world – Umbral Horrors, Nightmares of Envy, Hellish Spawn – creatures of Serpent’s descent, Its offspring in mind and flesh, monstrosities acknowledged by the Herquisition as Jealous Beastiary. From the smallest pests to the terrifying ancient Leviathans, they exist only to purge us – children of Meora.
 The Mud-born Umbral Horrors have no common mold: formless and mindless they have no shapes to evolve from or into – their nauseous bodies are never the same. Meanwhile the Leviathans give births to batches of monstrosities brewed inside their twisted minds, which have no borders for depraved imagination: a swarm of beasts made of glass which erupt in deadly shrapnel upon death, tireless army of hundreds headless bodies and thousands bodyless limbs in control of one distant worm for a brain or a simple herb of armored mountain-eaters…
When enough of Jealous Beastiary are begotten inside the Ocean of Mud, or bred by Leviathans in a gyne frenzy on the Cursed Islands, they gather into shoals and swarms led by dreadful Tyirans and march towards us in a wave of deadly Envasions.
Regardless of what nightmares assail us – we fight and prevail, but even in death these parasites bring ruin and sorrow, like a vile creator of theirs. When slain, the Umbral blood and flesh poison the land, water and air, corrupting existence itself, demanding immediate purification and cleansing, or punish our indifference; yet no less sorrowful fate awaites those who slay these creatures. As chivalrous this duty is, our heroes become tainted by the corruption. Even if loyal to Allmother until death and unburdened by Envy, the Light of existence is no longer pure and bright anymore for those who know the evil so close.

 Infernal Miscreations


Also known in different cultures as Chaosborn, Tarfested, Tarformed, the Warped or Hellgrafted – wretched creatures who were victims rather than evil, like water turned to vinegar.
The Umbral blood and flesh, left untreated, will deform nature before its inner corruption dissolves by itself (yet even then it remains a raw poison). A mercy when it simply kills, but as unstable it is, some animals and plants transform, distort, fuse, and reborn into monsters. As mutated, they become vessels for the Serpent’s bidding, now acting only as vicious execrated husks.
Too many of them gather in violent Tarherds, breeding and spreading new forms of Malady upon Her gorgeousness, but even more dangerous they are when intelligence from a life before is still intact – these creatures understand where we are weak or when we are too dangerous, bringing havoc and ravage that we don’t expect.
Whatever they all are, we shall show pity and obviate them from the misery they now suffer.


 Envious


The worst of all our enemies – Traitors and Heretics, ours sistren who turned away from Her Light, from Her Joy and Gorgeousness… no, not our sistren anymore, they do not even deserve to be remembered as such. Whatever happens to the Envious Souls after death, be they forgiven or forgotten, it is not for us to question the decision of Allmother, but in life they are traitors and deserve to be treated as such.
The seed of taint starts slowly, feeding on gloom thoughts withing. But then suddenly they fully embrace the corruption and we know no about their dark secret when we see them walking among us as fellow sistren. Tempted by the Evil, they seek only to subvert Meority, to own it, to satisfy inner gratification, not even listening to the whispers of the Serpent, yet still making It triumphant through ruinous actions. What they create is corrupted, what they create is a conduit for the Alleater’s will. They can fall so low as to drink Umbral Blood, or use it to graft themselves to other beings… or even to the source of that blood. And if a mountain of bodies and ruins is what the Envious need to see unreachable dreams on a horizon – then they will raise it with joy.
Even more appalling it is when an Engifted becomes Envious. The Corruption touched by the Gift transform one into a nightmare with powers of creation they should never have wielded. The weakest become Young Abomination and lead small gangs of common-minded Heretics to sate their minuscule greed – they are easily dealt with by Ordono Krano; but the most vehement Engifted become High Abominations and gather massive Cults of Envy – such Cults pose a threat to entire nations… and at this very moment they might be scheming thousands of wicked plan to destroy all of Meority...
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// Forbidden Archive / 4 /

Cursed image of a High Abomination of the Cult of Slug; Eight times redrawn and purified by Herquisition; First depicted by a Martyr 1324, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal.

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"Smells like wet fire… like a putrescent brine... darkness everywhere… but it is not absence of light, it is miasma… I hear thunderstorm, but see no lightning... I see nothing... but I see umbral blood vessels... so swollen they spread outside, outreaching… Rotten leaves grow where arteries burst with boom… it is sacrilege rot... and own blood is worn like a dress... veins converging into a knot… pulsating like a heart, all-thinking, always-knowing, Narcissistic about own existence… carried by two bodies... but there was more… there is more… there will be more… they are inside veins, not blood… faces of parasites, constantly changing in their Arrogant expressions… myriad… merging… still in process of merging... but never... It spreads bloody tendrils towards me… I refuse… it doesn’t care… it wants to know me, so it can remove me from the existence… because it doesn’t like that there is something else in here... but it already knows about me, from the future where I don’t exist anymore… It consumes all the darkness around itself, blaming everything that ever existed and don’t exist anymore… but… Darkness is oozing from it, stench of black nothing… It survives on slurping its own rot...”
Cursed murmurs of a Martyr 1317, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal; Eight times rewritten and purified by Herquisition; describing unholy visions of a High Abomination of the Cult of Slug.
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// Forbidden Archive / 3 /

Cursed image of a High Abomination of the Cult of Worm; Eight times redrawn and purified by Herquisition; First depicted by a Martyr 1141, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal.

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Her body is wiggling like a worm, gently suspended in the air… or… no, it is motionless, like time is nonexistent… But roots… I see them move under her skin... I see them growing from her body… Hundreds? Thousands? Millions? Infinite? Roots… spreading like a web? It grows in every direction, spreading into everything and claiming for itself… the manifestation of own Greed she is... Mushroom grow on these roots… Faces grow on these roots… Eyes are mushrooms…mushrooms are eyeS… tears are worms… A see an ocean of umbral tears under her feet... moving... the eyes… They always watch, they always look for… and when they find – more roots crying from these eyes… now they look at me… all of them… I sense hunger, bottomless appetite... I can’t hiiiiide! They know I exist! THEY WANT ME NOW!”
Cursed murmurs of a Martyr 914, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal; Eight times rewritten and purified by Herquisition; describing unholy visions of a High Abomination of the Cult of Worm.
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// Forbidden Archive / 2 /

Cursed image of a High Abomination of the Cult of Snake; Eight times redrawn and purified by Herquisition; First depicted by a Martyr 1129, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal.

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“It is… Ooou It is! It is an apparition of a snake, with many feet… but not feet they are... it is a mockery of gentle beauty… crooked Egoistic twisted toes – like a centipede this snake is… infinite pairs… crawling in perilous mist… It is crawling... and with each step a fusion of metal and flesh pierce through its prey, melding with it… not thorns, but gnawed nails... and snake dosns’t devour, nor prey is dead… snake enjoys this pain! Aaoo pain! flowers grow on a pierced body – in its mouth, in its eyes... nose and ears too... and from wounds and skin itself… and petals of these flowers are same as petal that fill empty eye sockets of the snake, and crown its head – fingers, toes, nails… long, pox-colorful, scrawny, twisting, wicked toes… Always trying to grab onto something… scratching on skin... Oouo! These fingers… Snake smiles, its laughs! Its prey laughs too now... In agony to please that Selfish creature! Let it bite you… Let it feast… let it penetrate with all of its fists! Ahaaa-ha-ha!”
Cursed murmurs of a Martyr 1219, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal; Eight times rewritten and purified by Herquisition; describing unholy visions of a High Abomination of the Cult of Snake.
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// Forbidden Archive / 1 /


Cursed image of a High Abomination of the Cult of Carp; Eight times redrawn and purified by Herquisition; First depicted by a Martyr 1531, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal.

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"Standing straight on its legs… mouth open wide beyond mouth itself… and there is more of them all over her body… sharp teeth everywhere… I don’t hear her speaking… but I know I can smell her words… they reek of deep see, of a rotten fish... Is she mourning? Or praying? Or cursing? She screams, never whispers... word of Anger and Rage and Hate and Malice…Blasphemous words denigrate and disparage Joy... and light… all colors… its shining from every orifice… As bright as the scream itself… But it is not beautiful light, it is ugly... fake… perversion of Her Light… it is gooey, thick as tar… she spitting it… and berries grow inside same cavities, they discharge sweet colorful oil... she offer to eat one, to lick some… I will scream too… but I am already deaf – made myself… I can still taste her spit... I can still hear her..."
Cursed murmurs of a Martyr 1531, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal; Eight times rewritten and purified by Herquisition; describing unholy visions of a High Abomination of the Cult of Carp.
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