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In the Time Before, in a Place Apart, the Creator made all things, but was never satisfied with his creations. He divided the world apart, and reserved the greater share of it for his final creations, those that he would consider perfect, while every creation that did not utterly displease his eyes was thrown down to the World Below, to huddle on the barest crust of the world, and squabble over their tiny portion of Creation, unaware of their insignificance in the greater scheme of things. Some of his creations so displeased him that he could not bear to even place them upon the world, and so he crafted next a beast he called the Devourer, whose endless unreasoning hunger he sated by casting forth those creations that he found too imperfect to allow to live. The Devourer greatly enjoyed its duties, and stayed at his side, in the workshop of creation.
Time moved as time does, and the creator grew surer of his vision of perfection, and the Devourer grew frustrated in its hunger, as fewer and fewer of the Creator’s handiworks were sent its way. Finally, the Creator finished his masterwork, the race he called perfect. Strong of limb, able to push through the waters like a shark, sleek of form and with skin as hard as steel armor and claws like daggers, these perfect creations had four powerful arms with which to rend their prey, and with which to work their crafts. Satisfied, he rested a time, pleased with his success.
The Devourer knew not how long it had been since the Creator had sent a meal its way, but it rose to the Creators place of work, and gazed with many hungry eyes upon these new creations. Its mind was a simple thing, and it could not fathom why the Creator had left them like this, and not sent them down to the world, as was the way with successful creations. And yet the Creator had not given them to the Devourer, as was the way with failed creations. Perhaps these creations were *almost* worthy, having only a small imperfection? And the Devourer was so hungry...
The Devourer decided in its simple way that these creations must be imperfect in some minor way, and noted that they possessed two more arms than previous creations. Thinking this must be the flaw, the Devourer took up these creations and bit away the offending limbs, leaving them maimed, but, in its eyes, perfected. Surely the Creator would be pleased? Only a single specimen survived its attentions, concealed under the bodies of her kin, her four arms, and her perfection intact.
When the Creator woke, he was outraged. Perfection had been destroyed by this thoughtless act, and he hurled the Devourer howling down to the World Below, there to impact like a fallen star upon the dry wastelands over which the soft-skinned surface-dwellers squabbled meaninglessly. Those weak imperfect creatures named the Devourer ‘Rough Beast’ and other names, and some even took to worshipping this pathetic creature as a god itself, in their foolishness.
The Creator accepted the imperfection in his greatest creations, coming to realize that he had spent too long striving to give away a flawlessness that his creations must earn for themselves. He sent us down to the World Below, to claim the greatest share of the world, as is our birthright, and in every generation, a lucky few are blessed with the perfected blood, and are born with four arms, as a reminder to us all that we have not been forsaken, and can once again attain perfection.
Very interesting and cool, Set! This really fits a lawful race which would turn away from Rovagug.
Nicely done!
Very good! I now consider this PF canon. ;)
Peace,
tfad
Thanks, it was one of those things that cropped up while I was trying to sleep, and had to get the heck out my head. :)
Well, okay. Please be careful when you're up at night thinking about Cthulu! ;-)
Funny I always have trouble sleeping when I read Cthulu just before bed. No idea why that is... :)Well, okay. Please be careful when you're up at night thinking about Cthulu! ;-)Thanks, it was one of those things that cropped up while I was trying to sleep, and had to get the heck out my head. :)
Probably something you ate. :)
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Funny I always have trouble sleeping when I read Cthulu just before bed. No idea why that is... :)Well, okay. Please be careful when you're up at night thinking about Cthulu! ;-)it was one of those things that cropped up while I was trying to sleep, and had to get the heck out my head. :)
Probably something you ate. :)
... Or something that would eat you.
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... Or something that would eat you.Funny I always have trouble sleeping when I read Cthulu just before bed. No idea why that is... :)Well, okay. Please be careful when you're up at night thinking about Cthulu! ;-)it was one of those things that cropped up while I was trying to sleep, and had to get the heck out my head. :)
Probably something you ate. :)
A quick sidetrek... sorry... the other night I had trouble sleeping. So I took a long nap the next day. I woke up during the nap and there was a leopard on the bed next to me. Needless to say, I was startled by the discovery of a beast on my bed. Then the beast moved and morphed into our 1 year old pit bull. Okay, I decided I need more sleep...
I woke up later and there was a dark angel crouched in the corner of the bedroom, black feathered wings folded, dark cowl hiding its face. Needless to say, I was startled by the discovery of a monster in my room. Then the dark angel morphed into a bookcase and lamp. I decided I needed more sleep...
Not overly fond of waking up to find something that wants to eat me. :)
okay end sidetrek.
