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Subject:Tribes of the Moon I.2
Time:04:34 pm
It was after the First died that the rest of the Elders came to realize the error of their actions. After millennia of creation, none of them had taken into account their mortality. By making themselves separate from the darkness, and allowing light into existence, they had condemned themselves to eventual death.

One of the youngest of the enslaved "children" of the Elders, ΧΘΥΛΥ, had an epiphany that came to it in a dream. When the First has passed, a vast sucking void of inpenetrable darkness was left roiling where his form expired. ΧΘΥΛΥ dreamed of seven stars converging on one of the Elders (his master), and leaving behind a similar sucking tear in the fabric of reality. Upon awakening, ΧΘΥΛΥ realized that the stars were the younger shadowspawn who had been enslaved by the Elders. This thought led to black hope in a cold heart.

So it came to be that the first war came to pass. It was not between light and dark - but rather between dark and dark. The lesser Elders, the shadowspawn, many maimed, or kept in states of disempowerment and slavery for eons, began to stir in their prisons. The bulsing ebony of the cosmos carried the conspiracy of the usurper powers, who plotted and schemed, while their masters continued to toil on their perverted magics and maths.

ΧΘΥΛΥ made another powerful discovery in the wake of his master, one which he kept hidden from his "allies" - not only could the Elders be eliminated, but a portion of thier powers could be subsumed in the killing. ΧΘΥΛΥ guarded this knowledge jeaously, but others eventually came to a similar understanding.


So it came to pass, that over forty revolutions of the galaxies, the Elders ceased to be. In the void of their passing, great clusters of planets, comets, and asteroids came to be. The rotting particles of the corpses of thier childer led to the tracks of dust which crisscross the night skies. Where each Elder ceased to be was born a black hole - the inverse of the process of their birth.

Not all of the Elders met an end at the hands of the usurpers. More than one fled into the holes created in the wakes of their comrades, hoping some new twisted reality lay beyond the unfathomable blackness they radiated. Others hid - using their powers to create pockets of time and space into which they could retreat - not returned to the immateriality of shadow, but not subject to the ravages of time and the revolutionaries.

So things came to be, in a multiverse where ΧΘΥΛΥ and his ilk reigned supreme. Lacking the powers of their predecessors, they set to altering the landscape of the planets born of their masters past, customizing where they could not create.

And so it was for another epoch, while ΧΘΥΛΥ and his brethren worked the planets. It was during this time of shaping that ΧΘΥΛΥ dreamed another powerful dream. He dreampt of a chunk of molten rock, so bright it was painful to look at, which fell into water, and cooled, making it bearable to look upon. The water the rock fell into froze over time, and over ages, the planet that held the frozen rock was consumed by a black hole.

ΧΘΥΛΥ drew inspiration from his dream. He would create a way to contain the stars - a byproduct of the birth of the elders. With that creation would come a realm of eternal darkness. To set out towards this goal, he would need to create entities which could contain the brilliance of the stars in thier own forms. He began working on a planet near enough to a star that he could see the fruits of his labor, but at the same time, hide from the accursed light when it loomed over him. Thus began the age of racemaking, where the new Elders sought to create animations of matter which could capture the powers of the stars.

Thus began life on Earth.

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Subject:The Tribe of the Moon - I.1
Time:05:02 pm
Science strives to explain everything.

It has no goals, no lofty aims, it does not strive to save or condemn, only to prove, or, as the case may be, disprove. It has led to some of the greatest atrocities our species is capable of. It is, in essence, magic, without the mystery. Science provides miracles through the application of thought and fact. Magic provides these things with no less commitment, but much more faith than fact.

In the beginning, there was darkness. Out of that darkness was not born light, as many would have us believe. Out of that darkness came a fragmentation - shards of darkness each with their own characteristics and capabilities. The variance of odd powers and morphology of the shadow is vast - even the shadows of today keep some of the aspects of the shadow of old. They all had different wants, and they all had different aims of attaining them. But they were all dark, and twisted, and impermanent- immatterial

What is the night sky but a vast blanket of shadow with small points of light? And the moon - which comes and goes, our own personal point of light. The one eye which blinks and watches. It is the compromise of the Elders - the Covenant and the Tribe of the Moon.


It was the fragmentation of the darkness that ultimately led to light. The places where the shadow was not, there was light. The shadows took form to make their will known to the multiverse.

The shadows took form, and my taking form they birthed light. The darkness covers all, but for the places where the first beings of shadow took form - ripping themselves from the eternal inky aether to walk, creep, crawl, and float. The ancient dark ones caused the stars to be born, the way a babe leaves the afterbirth behind in its squirming fluid-drenched mewling into existence.

These dark beings, the Elders, set to carving their realities soon after the shockwaves of their birth settled. Some carved enormous chunks of rock, birthed from primitive guts which fed on the filth and byproduct floating in the shadow. Some sought to create vast expanses of noxious collections of gasses. Many destroyed what they had wrought in the frustration of learning the making. Some shaped crystals from the frozen tracks of foetid slime which oozed from their dark forms.

All avoided the light - for it pained the Elders, and their creations. The light was a reminder to them of what they once were, and the antethisis of what they had become. Many of the first host of Elders saw new aspects rip themselves from the shadow. They were quickly enslaved, for the newborn elders were like infants unto adults in the screaming blackness of the stars.

The first host of Elders toiled for epochs - building and destroying, learning and experimenting. That is until the passing of the first Elder, whose name is as lost as the rest, save for the fact that it was First.

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Time:12:43 am
Tuica, Silovitz - it has many names.

Strong heady, but bitter, like the piss that lies stagnant in an unstirred cesspool for too long. Who would have thought that something so sweet and delicate could possibly produce something so strong and awful? It burns, warms, and brings tears.

Why do we fear the dark? Because we should.

The cover of night has wrought many miseries in our species' past. Night was the hider of predators first, then enemies later. The mysteries of its queen, the moon, vexed us since we could look up from a stoop - her sway over tides, and our minds, inexorable links to the time when the roots of our species were thoughtless mollusks churned in lunar-kissed reefs.

The night has always been the time of mysteries. The spirits are more powerful. The powers of perception are heightened, and suppressed all at the same time. The smells of earth, the sounds of the unseen - the feel of the black air over sensitive flesh. Things seem sharper and more blurred all at once. In the moonless night there is no comfort for the eyes but that of man's creation. In the full waxing of the moon,

We fall in the dark, we can die in the dark. If we fall and do not die, we may lie bleeding a slow death, as lifeblood fertilizes thirst earth, or freezes on unforgiving tundra, until its scent draws the nocturnal nibblers, or predators. We could be yards from help, but if they have no light, they may not find us if we cannot scream.

Most of all, the night brings the darkness.

Darkness is in each of us. So is blood, piss,vomit,shit,and pain. When we see any of these things manifested external of ourselves, we react with fear, or disgust. Some would call it irrational.

It is not.

Things that crawl, things that fester, things that will suck your blood, eat your flesh, rend your bones - these are all things that creep in the night. Be they bears or bogeymen, mosquitoes or vampires.

The darkness hides them.

In times of old, when lights were fewer, and our species less populous, there was more time for the night magics.

The dark magics.

The reason children cry at night, and parents' pulses race like starving hounds after a thin rat.

It is within us, the darkness - we know what we are capable of as humans. Not too attractive. We also know what we might be capable of, should the checks and balances of our chemistry should go awry.

Should the checks
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Cannibalism, incest, murder, carnage, torture, sadism, cruelty, unabashed reveling in suffering, causing suffering, witnessing suffering.

There are few things more distressing than a silent dark. It means that danger is on it way, or recently passed by. Are we in its path, or walking away from it?

The darkness does not answer, it just sits, surrounding, waiting for its inevitable flight when the dawn comes.

Each step we take to remove ourselves from the root of those fears, the more we fear them.

I am but a fool, rambling on about all this. The Fool, if you will. I offer postulates on the nature of man, but offer no proofs. I offer theories on the workings of our world, but I offer no evidence. If you listen to me, you may yet find yourself wearing my label, especially would that it were that you find yourself repeating my "wisdom".

But, children of the moon, that is what it is - I offer the wisdom of the undying ages. I am, as some have said, the ultimate Fool. Perhaps I am just the only one who ever cared to make a stand.

I know not - thousands of years of toil and argument has not made much of a difference.

I want to bring it all down. For years I sought to do that through deceit, illusion, trickery, and lies. However, I have found a better way.

The truth, raw and adamantine, has points and edges as unforgiving as any sword. To know its embrace is to know the end of night fears - or any fear at all.

For all fear stems from the fear of death. Once that is conquered, there is nothing left - for many, left to live for.

Te truth will set you free. Or so this Fool hopes.
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