The Lost chapters of the Livro

Introduction
This is a text found in and translated from Olomaric, the ancient language of the people in modern Tolomar, related to the official religion of Tolomar, Georgeism. It relates to the history of Georgeism and also ways of worship.

Editors note
This text was credited and transcribed by [...] of the temple of George of [...].

Some fragments of this text were completely ruined by time, since they were kept in poor conditions, found in a secluded cave inside the nether.

Dawning of time
In the early millennia of time, Grogothstritolne roamed the dark space as a shapeless spirit with no physical body, in the thin seas of the young reality, he was only one in the legions of spirits roaming emptiness, but as time passed and the material began to take form, Grogothstritolne also wished for a body, and to form one he needed power, power from other spirits, and so he started to consume his peers.

As more time passed, so did Grogothstritolne’s power, and in his endless hunger for power he roamed the cosmos for more spirits to consume and form a body that could fill the distance between suns. Though his eternal wish for power didn’t pass unseen, another great spirit would go to Grogothstritolne’s encounter.

A nameless Great Old Spirit of chaos and material inconsistency, who also learned to consume spirits to fuel her eternal shift of madness, and she met Grogothstritolne in mutual hunger, they recognised each other with respect as creatures of great deeds deciding to travel together in their endless quest towards power, Grogothstritolne learned the power to control the material reality, forming his body out of fire from a thousand suns and a million moons.

Eventually the dreaded duo developed a strange attraction to each other and declared to all their union, blessed by the universe’s scream and path of nothingness left behind, but after millennia more, reality was well formed and shaped in a recognisable way and spirits started to be surpassed in numbers by a new, stronger kind of power, enveloped in physical bodies, this kind came to be known as souls, who were populating the many worlds of the cosmos, one such world caught the attention of the Great Hungry Spirits Grogothstritolne and The Nameless Spirit of Chaos, the then unnamed world of Rathnir.

In a now forgotten continent of the world, lived a myriad of childish souls, all belonging to different kinds of bodies, humans, elfs, golens and an army more, the dreaded duo saw a great opportunity to grow even stronger, to cater for such souls, enslave the young races and breed all to gorge their hunger and so they ruled over seven great nations designed to worship both Grogothstritolne and The Nameless Spirit of Chaos, with sacrifices made in many different ways all across the seven nations they ruled.

But not all was a paradise for the duo, as they grew lonely as the only gods of the world, they desired to create something, born from them and who would incorporate both of their natures into one being, more powerful than any ever was, born not as a spirit nor a soul, a new breed so powerful that was incomprehensible even to them, who could walk between flesh and spirit, but there was an obstacle in their way and would serve as their avatar on earth, but to make such a being they would need fuel, and so they sent forth a seven nation army across the many continents to bring soul beings back for the greatest sacrifice that there ever was, the most vile of rituals witnessed by soul or spirit, people named it The March of Lost Souls.

Life of Martyr George
George was a street philosopher, he made a virtue of poverty and drunkenness. He begged for a living and often slept in a large ceramic jar, of which he also sometimes used to brew poor quality distilled drinks in the marketplace. He became notorious for his philosophical stunts, such as carrying a lamp during the day, claiming to be looking for an honest man. He criticized many others from his town, disputed the interpretation of greatness of kings and lords, and sabotaged lectures from more traditional philosophers, sometimes distracting listeners by bringing food and eating during the discussions. George was also noted for having mocked StoryStudio, both in public and to his face when he visited him.

He lived in The First Empire of Yimmu Audal, a nation that neighbored the seven scourged nations as they were known, and his town was one of the first to be raided by the armies of the hungry gods, so, he was taken to the very heart of darkness, the ebony pyramid where Grogothstritolne’s presence resided. George was stripped of his clothes followed by his eyes, for any who could see Grogothstritolne’s body made of fire and stone would be burned on the spot, and so the humbled man became a servant to a tyrant God King.

With time George talked to the God, and the God admired what that memory of a human had to say to a living god, indulging George to speak, but the man’s wisdom and wit astounded Grogothstritolne, and so their relationship started, between humble soul and great spirit.

As the seven armies ravaged all nations in reach, Grogothstritolne and George spoke about philosophy, statecraft, history, science, but most important of all were their conversations on the nature of mortality, the human condition and essence of power, Grogothstritolne never before had imagined that such small and powerless creatures were capable of what he deemed to be the wisdom of a god, Grogothstritolne barely had realised, but they had become friends.

The March of Lost Souls
After years of endless war, the dreaded duo of gods had gathered the necessary souls for the ritual of unholy birth, The Nameless Spirit of Chaos called for all in the seven realms to gather, the fiery god Grogothstritolne was summoned, and he attended, all was set for a new being of death to be born and help it’s ruinous parents to expand their empire of darkness to expand.

And so it had began, Grogothstritolne and The Nameless Spirit of Chaos mated above an enormous pit, where soldiers slain the millions of slaves and pushed their bodies into the pit, this sacrificed souls were all absorbed by the The Nameless Spirit, all occurring simultaneously, the ritual lasted three days of macabre cacophony, mating and sacrifice, The Nameless Spirit was bloated and then it happened, birth was given to an amalgama (a mixture or blend) of the duo’s offspring and millions of souls.

A creature of human appearance laid in the pit, and it crawled to the top with every step shaking the earth and The Nameless Spirit of Chaos named him Esdril. The newborn set forth to attack all he could who were watching the ritual, consumed by an endless hunger for souls and power, a trace he inherited from his progenitors, but that included soldiers, followers and servants, as he leapt in the direction of the servants and George, the philosopher servant, Grogothstritolne stood between his son and his friend.

George had made the god of fire see what previously he couldn’t, the grandeur of humility and the struggle of mortality, he was not the power hungry spirit he once was, many millennia had passed and his character had evolved, the decadent ways of his older self now disgusted him, the acts of violence against the mortal souls now seemed abhorrent, his friendship now ignited a new kind of flame inside of the fire god, one not of limitless desire, not based on ego, but founded on equality and mutualism, he wanted to seek his path no longer for himself but with others, and so hoped his son could be taught to see this, but the visage of the savage animal, born from a thousand deaths shattered all his dreams to change the ways of his family, he had committed the worst of sins, he had birthed the bane of existence.

No words were uttered, only silence whispered above the scene, no words were needed for The Nameless Spirit of Chaos already suspected of Grogothstritolne heresy and with a screeching scream the battle began, first she attacked and Esdril soon followed, a clash between three gods.

Tears of Ember
Grogothstritolne was powerful, one of the most powerful known gods in fact, his will could move planets, but tried as he might he could not win a combat against his newborn and former lover [...]

Scavanged fragments posterior to the initial text
[...]  George laid lifeless in the temple stairs [...]

[...]  Both, the Dark Amalgama and the Nameless Spirit [...] for eons forward [...] kept powerless [...]

[...] On the deepest of the deepest sheol (Hell or Hole) [...]

[...] Reborn again [...] Grogothstritolne said; “may I see the world anew” [...]

[...] So the fire spirit George [...] in the nether, he kept [...] with a legion strider [...]

[...] Through dreams [...]

[...] Alone.

Prayers to George
[...] for he lives in me and I live through him, both in one, one in both

we are one, amalgama of two, born and reborn in bonds of friendship and I [...]

[...] For I am the first and the second.

I am the honored one and the scorned one.

I am the wife and the virgin.

I am the mother and the daughter.

I am the members of my mother.

I am the barren one

and many are her sons.

I am she whose wedding is great,

and I have not taken a husband.

I am the midwife and she who does not bear.

I am the solace of my labor pains.

I am the bride and the bridegroom,

and it is my husband who begot me.

I am the mother of my father

and the sister of my husband [...]

[...] For where bond is, I am, where l am, they are,

whole in many pieces, broken in the whole [...]

[...] You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.

And do not banish me from your sight.

And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.

Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time.

Be on your guard!

Do not be ignorant of me.