This is just getting such a cool feel to Fain's entire Order, though. If you were a God, and wanted a relatively large Order of people - carefully selected, of course - who held undying loyalty and devotion to you, what better way to advertise than to spew ego-boosting propaganda? /Especially/ with Magnagorans. It just works. I'm paralleling it to Celest a bit in my head, because it's sort of their same spiel, but with a scarier -oomph- behind it.

Viva the new Masque!

I don't think you've looked into the 'new' Fain, so I can't put your opinion on anything. None of these prayers/texts will be getting out of the order, I'm just putting them up here for some critique, they're meant to be devout, even fanatical in a sense. It's not really stupid, but that's my opinion and you are, of course, totally entitled to your own!

Edit: That was aimed towards Daganev, not Jael.

Is the book Morivor is writing really supposed to be an IC book written by a random mortal?

I guess its not so bad then, I got the impression that it was divine book though.

Also, as far as I remember, the book that Keph wrote was dictated to her by the fates themselves, something which is actually more powerfull then the gods.

It is ICly stupid to believe thatn any of the elder gods are "all powerful" or "all knowing"

And that is true, I havn't looked into the new fain much. I just assumed that since the old Fain concepts were so cool that they were kept (and many of the "look how cool fain is" posts were in the same vain. This is the only thing I've seen deviating from it)

The 'Liber Cruentus' which is the Holy Book of Fain has been around for ages, long before this 'new Fain'. What I'm doing is actually adding to the original texts, which most heavily follow along the lines of 'Fain is superior'. I never stated that Fain was all-knowing, or all-powerful, but that Fain is 'The best' of the Gods. The King of Kings, etc, etc.

Other were defending the biblical style literature by saying that Fain was all powerful, and so was similar to the message of bilical literature instead of pagan literature which most of Lusternia uses. (i.e. less absolutist, more amoral, and flowery/poetic/apealing text. Instead of harsh, "this is the way it is" approach.)

Btw, the best of the gods and the king of kings are two very seperate things. I wonder how Estarra would react to that.


But its a very good Fainian bible!

Biblical literature by its very nature is religious. You sound like you're trying to relate it to the Christian Bible, which this is decidedly not.

It's got a very religious, zealotic feel to it - it's the whole tone of the thing that was called into question in the first place. It is a religious writing, written by a shamelessly devoted priest, and Pagan and Biblical literature have little to no meaning in context with the rest of Lusternia. It's a Divine writing, like the topic title says, because it concerns one of the world's Pantheon.

As far as being 'best of' the Gods, King of Kings...it's a Fainite writing, what do you expect? That doesn't make it truthful IC - it can say what it wants. It's a mortal writing. I doubt Estarra would find a ridiculous amount of fault in a tome designed to increase the image of an already fearsome God.

Wouldn't this make a great conversation/debate topic in-game? I mean, why is there a discussion on Fain's omnipotency on the bloody forums? Go play the game!

Well-said.

Though I'd have to be a Fainite to really want to debate this, maybe.

Hey Morv!

Knowing very little of the Christian Bible, this sure reminded me of it! (particularly that book about the end of the world)

My point seems to have been lost.

When official Lusternia prophecies and "ancient texts" are given to the player base they have a certain feel to them. (I will call that feel "pagan mythology")

When I read this text, I am reminded of the Christian bible, and not "pagan Mythology." Thats -all- I'm saying.



The point I was making is that I don't think anybody IG actually believes this (I.e. its not something Fain says), and thus why that style of text seemed out of place to me.

Certainly! I didn't mean to cause offense or anything.

Well, what if they did? What if Fain's followers have become so devoted to Fain that in their perception of things, He eclipses everything and Everyone else. Such followers might write something like this and would Fain really say, "Wait, guys, no. I'm not really the most powerful of the Gods."

He did when I declared him such!

Fun times then! Damn that Raezon...

P R O P H E C Y

17.0 I have seen the streets that have run red with the blood of the heretic,
the unclean, the impure, those that would stand against the glory of He
who is Most High

17.1 I have heard the wails of the dead and damned, those that would plead
for mercy when there is none, and those that would seek to bribe, to
cheat, steal, and even kill to escape the fate that they have so wrought
upon themselves in their Ignorance and Stupidity

17.2 I have looked upon the True Face of the Crimson Lord, and seen He who
is without equal. I have seen the Horrors that rest within the Eyes of Our
Master, and wept rivulets of blood, for I am unworthy. For Within Him is
every Dark Secret, every Muttered Thought, that I am but Nothing before
the Darkest of Lords, and King of the First Circle.

17.3 I saw Him walk amongst His Kingdom, the Basin burning with His Hate
and His Contempt. The dead piled upon high, festering and rotting with
pestilent bulbous growths, weeping pus. I have seen His Throne, rising
higher than the greatest of towers, forged completely from bone. It
stretched on beyond imagination, defying all rules and laws of dimensions
and staying upright only by the sheer Power of His Infinite Will.

17.4 It was then, sitting upon His Throne of Bones, His iron grip resting upon
the skulls of Terentia and Eventru each, He spoke. His voice was the
howl of a thousand agonies, and His very tone sent a shiver through my
body. I was afeared, for I am but a mere maggot before The Crimson Lord,
His almighty gaze settling upon me. I saw His mask shift, and He saw fit
to smile upon me. He spoke as such.

17.5 "Look now, mortal, and understand, that in the ages to come, My reign
shall be absolute. Comprehend the best that you can, and realise that
in all attempts to thwart Me is the essence of futility, for now you have
seen what shall come to pass. None shall, in the end, stand against
Me, and in My hour of glory, in My greatest triumph, all of My foe's
shall comprehend this also. There is no mercy. There is no peace.
There is only Me."

17.6 He raised up His hand, and before me, His mask was removed. Within
Him, I saw All. All Horror. All Torture. All Agony. All Pain. All Disease.
All Famine. All Violence. My senses were wracked by glorious
agony as He revealed Himself to the Basin. His Glory finally unmasked,
I heard the very Basin scream in terror, for Within Him is All that is Great,
and I learned. I knew. In the blink of an eye, my soul was ravished by a
thousand upon a thousand tortures, I was ripped from my body and
reborn through the pain of a thousand deaths. I wailed. I cried. I begged.

17.7 But He does not know mercy. I suffered, and I was reborn. He looked
upon me and I knew of my rebirth, and through Him, I was purged. No
longer does mercy concern me, nor pity, for all were wiped from my
soul and being through His single gaze. I await with anticipation for
the End Game. For the time when He will grow bored of His Game
and place the Basin within checkmate. For then, the Basin will see
His most beautiful and vicious visage.

17.8 And it shall be glorious.

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I swear, Fain's scripture is the best thing since the Coming of Estarra. Every single page is absolutely wicked.

T H E P L O T

17.9 And Lo', I looked upon the inscrutable visage of The Lord of Hate, and He spoke to me thus;

18.1 "Look, Maggot of Mine, and see. The unfathomable plots that I weave. The inexplicable nature that I may suddenly change my mind is but a farce, a bait of which to lure the stupid to relax and the weak to pacification. For I am Hate, an everlasting Hatred that will never burn out. My plots layer upon themselves in numbers near infinite, with a complexity that is beyond your feeble mind." He spoke, and I grasped for feeble understanding.

18.2 "Fear not, My Tool, for as long as you have use to Me, your existence continues. The constant battling within My order for position and status is but one layer of My Plot. For only the strongest of body, mind, and will deserve any status that I may deem worthy to afford to them. You have seen of My endgame. Yet you know not of its time." His Mask changed, metal screeching as it took on a visage of amusement, mocking and dark in its sharp edges and blackened reddish metal.

18.3 It was then that I grew to understand, that time for us is a straight line, forever continuing onwards, but for Him, The Dark Lord, of the First Circle and Master of the Fifth, time is simply a mere seconds thought. For His knowledge is beyond mortal ken, and His plots stretch and span over hundreds of hundreds of years, to numbers of which I have no name for. That His mind thinks up a thousand moves of the chessboard of reality in an instant, picking and choosing the best and either implementing the others as distractions or lures for the lesser, or discarding them for another time.

18.4 For that every obvious movement that He makes, there are five subtle movements shielded from view, and that what is believed to be the main play is simply a distraction to obfuscate those that would dare raise against His Glory from the true next move in His Plot. It is then that I knew that I knew, in my deepest, darkest recesses of my heart, that I was thought of nothing better than the tiniest tool to My Master.

18.5 Safe in the knowledge that I was a tool for My Master, all that matters now is to wait for the turn where it is my movement, and to be safe in the knowledge that in that movement, My Master, Master of Masters, Darkest of Lords, shall advance one step forward to that most beautiful endgame, where those that stand against Him are swept away in a river of blood, their skin flayed from their bodies, and their bones used in the construction of His Throne of Bones.

18.6 Exalt Him.


I haven't done this in a while. A long while. So it's an experiment to see how well I can pull it off still. See anything wrong? Tell me, please. So it can be corrected. Suggestions are welcome too.