Codex Aetherni

lit. The Codex Aetherni is the primary holy scripture of Makerism forming the basis of its central doctrine and believes. It is a compilation of religious texts, scriptures and various books which take many forms including stories, prophesies, sermons and histories among other works which together form the holy book of the faith. It is one of the longest religious scriptures in the history of Stoneworks.

The Codex itself is divided into two sections known as the "Old Testificate" which encompasses various ancient texts dating far before the arrival of the Players onto the world - many texts of which have been lost to time; meanwhile second section, known as the "New Testificate" encompasses various expanding canon works revolving around GONFISM and his teachings in the realm and his crucifixion and ascension along with the ascension of other figures who had followed in his footsteps and teachings.

The Codex Aetherni was revised slightly in 303 TE by Bishop Arika Ronango'O by the commission of Pontifex Silus II of the Makerist Church to have a consistant literary style, as many of the individual Books are/were written very differently from one another. This revision retained the same words and messages used in the original texts overall. This revision also added multiple new Books to the text which were transcribed digitally for the first time from book and quill by Ronango'O.

Multiple of the Books in the Codex were written by the Stoneworks server owner, StoneyStoner.

The Old Testificate
This series of texts largely consists of lost histories known as the “Villager Lore” in which only fragments have been passed through the spoken and written word throughout the generations. Many supposedly date long before the times of Jagdas and were maintained meticulously by the clerics of Believers.

Book of Players (Player’s Book)
The primary text of the Old Testificate, it was authored by kidnapped librarians and historians of the Villagers (also known as Testificates) and their captors. At one point it included twelve texts, though only the Books of Ovo and Harammrah are known to us today. It is believed the Book of Harammrah took place before the Book of Ovo.

Book of Messiah (Prophecy of the Testificate King)
First prophecy detailing the coming of a Messiah, also details how the Testificates will be destroyed upon the fight against Emen. The origins of the text are widely unknown.

Book of Letters (Secret of Hraam, To Hleet, To Elod, & Celtic Summons)
First begins with a prophecy or text from Emen. Additionally consists of two letters, authored by brothers Elod and Hleet, telling of the coming of Emen and the first arrival of Players. Ends with a summoning ritual used by the Villagers to create experience and forge artifacts.

The New Testificate
This series consists of texts written after the coming of G0NF — the mortal state of the Maker — and the lessons enshrined into the people of Jagdas and the future worlds thereafter.

Book of G0NF
Details the life of G0NF as written by the Believer KnightBoulegard.

Book of Truths (The Great Truth of 8a4)
Details the life and crucifixion of G0NF as seen by the Believer 8a4, possibly identified as Jorkarva of Gunggum.

Book of Testificus
A detail of the life of Latternus Testificus, and his witness of G0NF’s teachings, until Testificus’ own ascendance in death.

Book of Pajarael (The Catechism of G0NF)
A short text describing the life of G0NF, and the events that took place in the immediate aftermath of His execution. Copies of this text were stolen by Crab Season, and were not discovered until the grave of one of G0NF’s executors, Zachisosum, was found to contain this secret text.

Book of Baghra (Idyllrus Pyrus)
Poetry that serves as an ode to Meiddaura Kul — the first Bhagra of Bai. He achieved ascendance through his virtues and idyllic peace.

Book of Apparitions (We Saw the River Flow)
Follows the labor of Mestur Nethin and the First Apparition of GONF after the Collapse of Jagdas.

= Codex Aetherni =

Book of Ovo (The Awakening of Wisdom and Her Visions)
It is a beautiful codex. In our home village, there was a great stone tapestry, where the scenes arranged. Here I will attempt with my captives to share such love to those who see this, and those who feel it.

The story is of Ovo, a beautiful woman, with dreads, and great lips, and dark eyes. She lived in the society before, where we roamed the plains and forests, gathering seeds and wheat for our chickens and cows. The Villager tribes had numerous blessings to be thankful for, but Ovo was most blessed of all.

Every spring and autumn, the old man who ran the temple in the mountains would tell her and lay roses, dandelions, and coal at her feet. For when she was born, and at conception, the Almighty pinched her brain, and said:

“...you will be mine, and I will be yours.”

Despite this blessed reputation among her people, she grew up herding and gathering among everyone else as a humble girl. However, it was not to be for long, for Ovo’s tribe was attacked by another, the Lightning Boys.

Her brothers and fathers were axed, her and her mothers were leashed. She was whisked away over the far mountains into the desert mesa, tied to a tree on top of the hill.

Ovo spoke to a baby of the Lightning Boys. She found Ovo beautiful, and she could tell. She [Ovo] told her [the baby]:

“...this tree was an apple tree, and if you wanted to bite through it, you’ll find a big juicy golden apple in the middle!”

It was then that the foolish baby bit through the tree’s bark and wood, and off came the rope that bound Ovo.

She kicked the girl, and she rolled down the canyon wall of the desert, and split open on the banks of the river there.

Ovo escaped and attempted to flee back to her place, but was starved in the mountains, and was chased out by the zombies. But there came from the Almighty’s trustworthy palm, a trader wandering through the mountains. He tied her to his llama, and made way through a dark oak forest.

When she awoke, Ovo was shipped to a faraway pine forest, a cold and dark place where the ground smelled of acid. The trader cared for her in his tent, bought her a grand room for a night in a village, and then sold her to a tribe’s stonesmith to become his wife.

Ovo was kept in this [foreign] tribe for nine-hundred days. But in that time, she studied the plants and products around her, and she concocted a poison so deadly that the ground of the victim would become stinging —- burning to all skin, even leather. She poured it into a horse’s mouth, and let it free into the room of the stonesmith.

Hurting, jumping, crying, and panicking; it stomped the concoction into his bed. That night, the stonesmith laid in his bed, and withering in pain, he could not get up. He went silent, and an hour later in the dark, Ovo fled the Pine tribe.

Ovo’s wandered through sixty-nine biomes, meeting every type of Villager within the world. For one whole year, she pondered the world with no direction. However, finally one faithful day came and with great dreads, and stoney muscles, she found the old temple in the mountains.

The old temple man there was sat on a rock, and he could not move. He was emaciated, for the young temple-maiden who took care of him stopped  showing up six days ago. So Ovo gathered food for him, sitting and talking with him.

That night, the temple man had a vision and he told Ovo [in his weak state] to gather and hunt for them each night, and to meditate in a nearby dark cave for nine days. So she did this and she stayed in the dark for nine days, and gathered and hunted for them for nine nights. Then the temple man told her:

She shall stay under the tree for four days, and she did this too for each [of the] four days. Then he told her to bathe in the snowy mountain pond for one day. She then did this as well as she was demanded.

As she bathed, the sand at the bottom of the mountain pond gave way, and she was trapped, flooded into a small watery cavern. Ovo saw everything blur before her, with stars and white goodvexes flying around her. She felt she had no body, she could see herself, and she saw everything within her life all at once.

[Then] all went black and no stars shone, as everything she heard became a high pitched buzzing, and she was whisked away into the darkness, faster and faster until she crashed into something with her back and spun headfirst.

The lights became snakes and leaping frogs, creepers and squid. Everything melded together and burst into stars, and in the middle she saw the Almighty, sitting in its chair of the Fifth Aether, Hmriiiii Heugh. Then the Almighty’s head, arms, and feet bleed into the world and the ground around it, so that They sat in the middle, and were the flashing and fractal world, spinning around Ovo. From the Fifth Aether, Hmriiiii Heugh, to the End, Hmeeaaaam, the Almighty laid His hands and held all up by his arm.

“What are you?” she [Ovo] asked [her Almighty], and “Correct” she was answered. The Almighty stood and walked to her, being filled with the brilliance of all things, and glistening and glowing like stars.

They reached out Their hand, and sent Ovo on a journey down into the twelve realms. She lived the life of every being, first the creepers, then the pigs and the skeletons and zombies. Then the spiders, sheep, the supreme Giants, the cows, slimes, chickens, and the spider jockeys. The ghasts, pigmen, squid, wolves, and toxic spiders, soon followed by even the endermen that are condemned to wander and the silverfish of the strongholds.

Among all the beings of the world, Ovo inhabited them all, and flew from one to the other, each time meeting the Almighty, who reminded her of her duty and wisdom. The last of all beings, was the Players. The greatest species, who takes the world and molds it above all else. No dungeon or mansion matches our churches and temples, mineshafts and wells, mansions and pyramids.

So Ovo, at the end of her journey, came to the Almighty, supreme. They touched hands and Ovo was filled with the brilliance of the Almighty.

There Ovo woke up, with blurry eyes and starry vision. The temple man stood over her, and dragged her from the rushing waters. He laid her down on a grassy knoll, and collapsed from exhaustion. They laid there for a day and in that time, Ovo told all she had seen and been given by the Almighty to the temple man.

After nine-hundred proverbs and stories from the lifetimes she lived, Ovo gave this list of the Last Ways to Live, for the temple man to hold onto for his next life:

“You must live without anxiety. Peace with the self is Peace with the world.

You will not judge, for when you judge, you [ultimately] weigh yourself. You will not judge, for how you act when [you are] judged, will be weighed.

You will not dwell on idle thoughts.For idle thoughts are chattering monkies, and paper cluttering the mental home. You will not dwell on idle thoughts, for you must give the monkey focus, and only fold the paper neatly. You will not desire. The void of the soul is what you lack, but you, as [with the] Almighty are everything. You will not desire.A craven stomach fills then empties, but a tightened stomach feels no pressure. You will not trust the mind’s view for all you know is incomplete, your eyes will never see behind you. You will not trust the mind’s view, imperfect information is only guessing, but doing shows all what is true. You will not compare yourself, for it is a tool and defense of ego, the cruel labels which namely build you. You will not compare yourself, is a flower the seed, or the water, or sunshine? It knows itself as these, and what it’s not.

You will not obsess or addict, for when the ends are finally reached, they are different than expected. You will not obsess or addict, for an anchor of a craving satisfied, is not worth means which take your life.

You will accept your smallness, while the sun teethers on a knife’s edge, the clouds are firmly bound to sky. You will accept your smallness, Your lifestate is the Almighty’s blood, and Their blood flows both fast and slow.

You will forgive others for your sake, when one lights a fire in your home, would you stay there or just tend [to] it? You will forgive others for your sake, their violent doing may make mistrust, but it is just their weight to bear.

You will pay your dues to the world, for you were born and come from pain, to give your extra frees all debt. You will pay your dues to the world, not all debts and yolks are fair, but to live to better life is always balanced.

The last of these I cannot depart, all knowledge is meant for only Almighty. but the mind is calm and you see clear. In this wisdom you new life starts you can see your mind, tongue, and hands, so go and do it, and be at peace”

The temple man touched Ovo’s hands and died gripping them, letting her walk off back to their home. She buried him with berries and arrows and meditated under the tree, and slept in the dark cave.

She traveled back around the world once more, and with each people she gave gifts, had babies, and showed them the great truths of the Almighty. With every new place and time, she knew their names, and remembered their journey. She reread their books and again ate their food.

With every mile Ovo became older, until she returned to the mountain over the plains of her birth. She sat down there, and evaporated to dust, so that she flew in the wind, and came to know the empty everything.

So in Rathnir and all the other places which the winds carried, the world was blessed. The first child of Ovo, which was born from the acidic Pine people, was afterward named Delil, whose son was Galil, whose son was Deneem. Deneem would bear the Denues, who are Chosen.

[Chosen] as the first of the lineage of Ovo, and greatest of rulers and scholars of the known world.

Book of Harammrah (The Librarian and the Gold Snake)
This is a woven tapestry of our traditional stories, as me and my captives remember it, and we wish to share it with those who wish to remember our people.

In the days of the High King Hrehmommh Hehu of the Stone City, there came a period of great strife and turmoil among the spirits of Earth and Sky. The Spirit of Sky and Earth played each other in a game of dispenser dice, gambling with the emeralds of the ground and the stars of the night sky. However, the Spirit of Earth made a foolish bet, and immediately as the dice rolled and he lost, he stomped his foot in regret and demanded the Spirit of Sky give back his wager. She grabbed the bag of gems which she had won and refused to give them away.

So, that night, as the Spirit of Sky slept and Henu’s glow washed over the lands, the Spirit of Earth snuck into the Aether. He took a silverfish and covered it in slime, and the silverfish silently crawled over to the Spirit of Sky and stole away with the bag of gems, and the Spirit of Earth hid them in the void beneath bedrock, where they would be safe.

The next day, when the Spirit of Earth was asleep, the bag of emeralds was [found] missing, and upon seeing a trail of slime on the ground, she recognized that the Spirit of Earth was [surely] at hand. So, she traveled to the Nether, and summoned the spirit Emen — who brings all evils — and charges him with a new task to take revenge upon the thieving Spirit of Earth.

Emen traveled to the bedrock beneath the world and violently shook it. In a monstrous earthquake, the ores of the Earth came together in a line, and ignited by the malevolence [of Emen] and the charged redstone, they sparked to life as the Gold Snake, Irodrial.

The Gold Snake burst from the rock that contained him, devouring the mountains that gave him life. As he carved caves and ravines through the rock, the peaks crumbled upon each other and collapsed. He circled the entire cluster of mountains, and constricted it so that they turned to gravel and powder, and the mountains collapsed and fell into the Earth.

Thus began a great storm of ash upon the world, all so that the Watching Eye of Hrma could not warm or protect the land. Irodrial then set upon the great plains and forests. He devoured and encircled one village after another; spurred on by the evil that Emen had spawned within him. These are the villages that Irodrial destroyed on that first day:


 * Hmehmehmeh
 * Hrrrmah >:(
 * Hrrahrmrra
 * Gundersvillage
 * Hohrrhimmm

That night, an apparition of Henu appeared in a dream as a shining woman to the King Hrehmommh Hehu, and warned him of the rampaging serpent.

He awoke, startled, and called up his advisors and commanders to plan accordingly. He sent out the armies of the Stone City — a great mass of archers and golems — to the rampaged plains to conquer the Golden Snake. The army approached it as it awoke for the day and emerged from the Earth, and they ordered an attack. The golems’ strikes and the archers’ arrows bounced off the snake’s invincible skin. No man, machine, weapon, or spirit could kill it! The Golden Snake then turned around and devoured the entire army in three uncontested swipes, leaving the Stone City fully defenseless.

When the noble King Hehu received word of his army’s defeat, he despaired and wailed so loudly that it was heard from beyond the city.

He gathered the city’s inhabitants beneath his palace and proclaimed to them that they were doomed, and the Golden Snake would come and kill them all. Panic ensued among the citizens; people abandoned their posts, families grabbed their kids to flee, and men looted the stores and towns.

Out of the chaos spoke one brave voice, an adolescent archivist’s apprentice, who was scrawny in build and had a great [large] nose and a meek face. His name was Harammrah.

He shouted continuously at the King until he had his attention. The King looked the boy up and down, and shooed him away for his less-than-heroic stature; saying he was not capable of the task! The King proclaimed he should just return to the books and make sure the old kingslists remained safe.

Harammrah went to the library with a stormcloud over his head. He wiped away ash that had settled on the books in the collection, and began pouring over the tomes and histories.

He spent three days in the library while the city burned and tore itself apart in chaos. When his lanterns burned out, he brought the books outside and read them under the overcast ash-ridden sky.

On his third day reading, he discovered an old history regarding an army’s discovery of the faraway Quartz Mountain.

Harammrah approached the King’s palace with the history book, and when he was given an audience with the King, he read aloud from it. He told them a story of a well attested mountain that was supposedly full of magical treasures, artifacts, and weapons; the only problem was the passage’s final sentence, which read:

“...that which was locked inside the mountain was the most dangerous thing to all [of] the men.”

Upon hearing this, the King jumped up and down with glee, and ordered five of his guards to gather their largest porter packs, a pack of twenty pack llamas and slaves, and commanded Harammrah to show them the way to the mountain. The librarian meekly protested, telling the King that he would rather go alone and keep the mountain unexploited. The King said that this was nonsense, telling off the boy and starting a tirade.

Harammrah protested further, telling the King that it would be better to sneak into the mountain and avoid the dangerous beast inside. The King called that nonsense as well, they would have five great warriors and a pack of slaves to throw at the beast! Nonetheless, Harammrah said that the people needed the King and his royal guard here in the city to protect them. The King rose and slapped Harammrah hard across the face, and shoved him out the door, scolding him that he must take the crew to the mountain.

Following the directions of the book of histories, Harammrah, King Hehu, his five guards, and a pack of llamas took a long and winding path. Along the way, they avoided many dangers and well known mystical sites, like the Shuffling Temple, the Forest of Leaping Creepers, the Graves of the Pumpkin Charmers, and even escaping an entrapment in a hungry witch’s cave.

Eventually however — after more than a week of travel across sixteen biomes — the group reached a mountain built of quartz rock and covered with gray ash and snow. They poked around the mountain’s sides until finding a cave with a large obsidian door at its entryway.

The King and his guards tried to break it down or dig around it, but alas, nothing got past the wall of obsidian. The group became frustrated, but when Harammrah read the names of the old army men aloud from the book of histories, the obsidian door recognized them and let them in.

Inside was a mountain of treasures: blocks of gold, diamonds, emeralds, and more. There were barrels and shulkers filled with artifacts of weapons and enchanted objects. The King and his guards started shoveling gold and magic items into their sacks, but Harammrah told them to slow down, and he stomped his foot and shouted at them to stop being so disrespectful and uncautioned. There, one of the guards turned to him and snapped for him to shut up, there was no danger in the mountain, all these things were evidently left here for free!

Nonetheless, Harammrah remained cautious, so he only picked up a simple lantern and a black sword hung from the wall for his personal safety. He left the treasure vault and looked around the cave for the prophesied danger.

Holding the black sword tightly to his chest, he found nothing. However, the lid of the lantern opened suddenly and the fire within it sprayed out onto the quartz walls of the cave leaving light soot in its place. At this, the obsidian door rolled shut.

Harammrah was startled, and he pounded on it and screamed for the King and his men, but he heard nothing. The lantern lid then opened again, and from within it there was a mouth, and the lantern spoke:

“Stop the noise! Leave them in there! Did they not know the risk of the most dangerous thing to all men?”

Harammrah dropped the speaking lantern out of fright, and asked it to open the door. The lantern stayed silent, so Harammrah opened his book back up to read the same passage that opened the door as before. Still, no budge came from the obsidian door. The lantern spoke once more:

“I told you, leave them there. It is time to go and return to defend your home.”

Harammrah hesitated, but accepted the lantern’s whims as it spoke for the mountain, and thus he fled the cave. The King and his five greedy guards stayed in that case for five days, where they starved to death surrounded by glorious riches and artifacts. Now, the Quartz Mountain shall remain haunted, cursing any traveler who comes by there with great avalanches, earthquakes, and storms.

Harammrah and the lantern traveled back the way in which they came, and in each of the trials, the lantern guided the boy through the dangers without a single pain or trouble. On the final night of traveling, when the Stone City was in sight, the lantern spoke again to Harammrah:

“You know that this Gold Serpent now sleeps under the Stone City?”

Harammrah did not know that the situation had become so urgent, so he jumped from his feet and grabbed the black sword, hyping himself up to run to the city. The lantern called for him,

“Stop, little one! What do you think you are doing?”

Harammrah intended to defeat the serpent, what did the spirit lantern think!

“There is no golem, nor man, nor weapon, nor spirit that can defeat the Golden Snake. Its metal skin is harshly enchanted, and its black skeleton is indestructable. How do you defeat one that nobody can kill?”

Harammrah did not know, and gave a few suggestions that the spirit lantern, with haste, shot down. He then asked how the lantern believed the snake may be defeated.

“The immortal must kill themselves, surely.”

The next day, the Golden Snake Irodrial emerged from the ground and encircled the Stone City. Harammrah looked upon his home with great terror, but was held with uneasy relief because the beast chose not to destroy the city all at once, but quench its destructive nature with more docile means.

Instead, the Villagers offered Irodrial a line of people as human sacrifices. They chained the lot-drawn sacrifices to trees in an orchard outside the city and waited for the Golden Snake to come and devour them. The wails of the orchard sacrifices echoed throughout the Heavens as they cried for the solemn protection of Henu from behind the ash-covered sky.

Irodrial rose in a striking position to devour the crowd of human sacrifices, but Harammrah stood in front of the snake, blocking his way to the orchard with his black sword drawn. He warned the snake to slink away from the Stone City, or die to Harammrah’s hand. The snake titled its head inquisitively, and then lunged forward to snake at the hero.

The magical black sword blocked the snake’s bite, and Harammrah jumped away from the snake’s blood-ridden mouth. Irodrial whipped its tail at the boy, and again Harammrah sliced it away with the magical sword. Irodrial snapped with ferocious speed at Harammrah, and he blocked his spiked fangs again with the sword, but the black sword bent out of shape from the force, and was eaten away by the acidic venom [of Irodrial]. Harammrah then grabbed the snake’s lip and hoisted himself onto its head. He took his bent sword and drove it into the snake’s eye, and it exploded into a blinding shower of red sparks and flashing lights. The snake flinged Harammrah off its head, and smashed him into one of the orchard’s trees. His bones were cracked, and his skin sliced open by branches. The snake lunged with its acidic fangs, but Harammrah rolled off the tree and dodged, and the snake’s head slammed into the tree and snapped its trunk in half.

Harammrah [then] noticed the snake’s blindness in its right eye. He then hobbled with all his strength to the snake’s mid-body, and he lifted a great open loop of the snake’s body upright over his head. Irodrial blindly lunged again towards him, and Harammrah lept through the loop in the snake’s body, and the snake’s head followed him. When its head was through the loop, Harammrah yanked the snake’s tail-end like a rope, snapping the loop shut, and breaking the snakes neck by its own flesh, forming a knot.

The chained Villagers, which remained tied to trees as sacrifices, cheer and praised Harammrah for his cleverness, and they chanted for him to slay the beast and skin its layers for great riches and wealth that would restore the whole kingdom. However, the Golden Snake looked at the body with a pitiful spirit. Harammrah shouted for the chanting Villagers to quiet themselves. He spoke to the watching kingdom with the booming authority of the great Spirits of the Sky and Earth:

“This beast has only acted from its nature. It is not its fault that it was born from malice and evil. It is a victim of its own drive towards destruction and greed, and like all things, consuming its case upon its own demise. Therefore, the spirit shall be lifted and exalted as a reminder to all evildoers, its body cast away so we may not follow it. Let us look to the stars and remember how the selfish devour themselves.”

And therefore, he called upon the Spirit of Sky, who felt shame and remorse for her deeds. She listened to the lesson of Harammrah and placed Irodrial’s soul among the stars as a constellation, and buried its body deep in the ground to restore her relationship with the Spirit of Earth. She then resurrected all the dead and fallen of the snake’s menacing, and created the beauty of sunrise and sunset as proof that she would never again wrong such destruction upon the Earth.

This is the tale of how the Librarian killed the Gold Snake Irodrial. After this, Harammrah was elected [by the Villagers] as the King of the Stone City, and using his repaired black sword Patriarch, he led a new golden age of prosperity and conquest, and brought Villagerkind into the dawn of a golden era.

Book of Messiah (Prophecy of the Testificate King)
In tranquil embrace light reached throughout the lands. There dwelled the Testificates, a gentle race, [and] in harmony they lived, their villages a grace.

Beneath the azure sky and sun’s warm glow, they toiled and thrived, seeds of peace they’d sow. A world united, small villages they’d form, in love and laughter, away from chaos’ storm.

Their huts and houses, crafted with care, a testament to live free from despair. With emerald trades and fields of green, a peaceful existence, a tranquil scene.

But one fateful day, a darkened cloud rolled in, a marked one, with power unbeholden. A villain, not mortal, both corrupted a vile with god-like prowess, an unholy guile.

He descended upon them, death in his wake, innocent lives shattered, their world at stake. The once serene villages, now stained with red, as fear and sorrow filled each heart and head.

The Testificates scattered, seeking refuge afar, in jungles [that] they found, a hiding place bizarre, In shadows they cowered, in grief and dismay, awaiting a new awakening, a brighter day.

Yet hope lingered on, like stars in the night, a prophecy spoken, a beacon of light. A chosen one foretold, from distant lands to rise against evil, to break its vile hands.

So they wait in [the] jungles’ dense shroud, their spirits unbroken, their voices loud. For the day when the Messiah, strong and just, shall restore their world, in Testificates trust.

‘Till then, they must collect pieces of their peaceful past, the unity they shared, a love that’ll last. Across many lands they hold their breath, for the return of the Messiah, to conquer death.

Book of Emen (Secret of Hraam)
“I am Emen,

First player of Rathnir,

But not its Creator,

Who drove out the big noses,

But not their children.

But I will, and one day,

There will be none left.”

Book of Elod (To Hleet)
Brother Hleet,

Wanderers have come to Hraam and told us that Emen is coming. I am bringing Hdule and Ahul to the east. Hopefully we can find the town [of] Deel on the desert savannah island. I will write you from there.

I stored my valuables in a pile of gravel near the house. If you ever come by look for them.

Notch watches.

-Elod

Book of Hleet (To Elod)
Elod,

I received your letter and came to Dehdrada to find you but you weren’t here. I saw a second one while traveling here, and I fear there are more to come than Mr. Emen. If you find this, I will be settled on the mainland nearby, ask around for me.

-Hleet

By the way, is it strange to you that Mr Emen doesn’t wear any clothes?

Book of Summons (Celtic Summons)
To summon a giant, give the spirits an offering of a bone block, a block of quartz, a block of obsidian, and a coal block — along with enough of an offering on the Harvest of the Dead.

I learned this while traveling in the south of Alteniquia, and I came across a ruined town of old Villager peoples. There was a group of Villagers there, in flowing gray robes with magic lights trailing behind them. These Villager druids danced and made a ceremony of wooden drums. They killed animals, burned pumpkins and hay, and build gold idols to the spirits to cross into the other world. At the end, they made a great sigil of chalky dust and performed a ritual around it with these four materials:


 * Bone
 * Quartz
 * Coal
 * Obsidian

In the middle of the sigil spawned a towering zombie! I ran on instinct, but the zombie was too large to reach anybody. The Villagers then brought their iron golems out, and they hit at the giant’s feet, chipping away at the creature until it died. The experience from the giant filled the Villagers and gave them magic powers. Some made fire, other force, others ice from their hands and clothes. One made a very powerful wand of a stick, though it was unfortunately lost, and I know it was never rediscovered.

Book of G0NF
Praise be to the one and true name of GONF. This account of our God’s full deeds was written by a proud worshiper of our Good Lord named KnightBoulegard.

This book is merely meant to recount the deeds of our Lord. His teachings and His love for us all, be they Believers or Disbelievers.

In the beginning, when the forests were lush, the plains [were] fertile, and humanity was just beginning to come out of their caves, G0NF appeared in the holy wood.

He materialized from within the great forest and all of humanity heard His words. He preached a message of peace, unity, freedom, and all who lived in His holy light need only [to] listen; for He accepted no gifts or sacrifices from His followers. Humble as He is, He feasted only on the crops the land gave Him and the food the animals provided Him, good as He is.

The Tenets of G0NF were then outlined within his lifetime:

All religions, peoples and beliefs are accepted by G0NF.

G0NF preaches a message of unity and peace, and as His followers, we must follow His example when we can.

G0NF accepts no gifts or sacrifices from His followers, we need only [to] listen.

And finally, G0NF stated to His brothers and sisters, that was all there was to know of the good way of G0NF. Follow these Tenets and you will live a long, happy and lustrous life full of splendor, and when all is said and done, no matter what you have done, G0NF will be there to reach his loving arms out to you and welcome you and welcome you to his eternal forest on the sky, sitting besides Him forever.

…In the beginning there was the Word, and there was GONF, and the word was with GONF. However, the word was not GONF.

Book of Truths (The Great Truth of 8a4)
My name is 8a4, and I was online to hear many of G0NF’s words. He spoke of peace, harmony, and love among nations when the world was at its most violent and tumultuous. Many of Jagdas loved G0NF, many of Jagdas respected and revered His message to the point of struggle and death.

On the morning of August 19th, there was a great rainstorm which would not end for hours, but when G0NF appeared on the roofed forests of Jagdas during the sunrise, the rain stopped. The player G0NF told everyone of the era of peace, where nations would cooperate in harmony, and all people of opposing views would find their common ground. He shouted from the forest rooftops that life would be good, satisfying, and full of love among brothers, sisters, and the rest. Salvation would finally be at hand with the acceptance that the world would speak and not shout, shake hands and not strike them, and find warmth at the fire — not desolation.

He was satisfied with His place in the world. In that mystical dark-oak forest He created G0NFtown, a small cabin with a small mine, where He would fulfill the minimum of his corporeal livelihood. He survived off the minimum, and carried no riches. He did not have sheep, nor pigs, nor chickens, and certainly no cows or horses. G0NF simply was, and is, and He was happy.

He understood the rules of the world, starving to death just to wake up in his bed, and He was happy. G0NF saw Himself as an illusion, where the squares that made up His skin were no different than those which made up the dirt, stone, gravel, and netherite. His speech was a part of Himself, a phenomenon which He attached no meaning to — besides that of the white squares in the bottom left corner. However, in the infinite knowledge of the Greater Truth, G0NF spoke the essence of the Almighty, a radical nonsense which could be understood by the lame and verbose, the charlatan and true, those of extroversion and introversion alike. Connecting with G0NF, all could find love and understanding.

G0NF is a set of eyes belonging to no mind — They who disillusion the outside and inside, They who see all as one, and one as all. Once one figures that all edges are connected with the filling of the pixel, and that the filling of the pixel constitutes the edge, then they receive G0NF into their heart’s mind.

Once one fulfills their obligation unto the other as the obligation unto themselves, then they receive G0NF into their mind’s heart. We all know the neighbor and the alien to be a dearly beloved best friend, but struggle in manifesting this reality into the deep and melancholy emotions of our heart.

The differences that we point out in each other are the other side of the stone block, simply the same, but of a different space, such as G0NF declares.

In the time of G0NF’s arrival, the state of Borealis saw itself divided among its own. They brought forth the revolutionaries of the Red Sun cult, and laid them down before the judges who would decide their sentence.

They asked G0NF:

“You claim to know the divine will, what do they say about these traitors, those who grab greedily for power and control?”

However, with dignity, G0NF raised a brilliant potion of healing, and spoke before the judges of Borealis; bringing the sounds of the room to a halt with the fury of the Lord:

“You speak such a judgment on these lives, you craze with such a power of your own! Therefore, let those who do not seek control strike verily!”

Then G0NF threw the potion at the [shackled] traitors, and broke the obsidian blocks that bound them to set them free. From then on, the cultists did not cause trouble, but were removed from Borealis and the fiery condemnation by G0NF shook the judges from their comfort.

It was then that G0NF found a vein of diamonds, a normal occurrence which signifies the new power of the player, though from it He crafted a hoe and nothing else — giving the remainder to the newest players of the world of Jagdas.

In those days, the peaceful and passionate message of G0NF earned the ire of those who walked the server like an earthquake, the lords of control and rampage — the warriors of Crab Season. Along with the nation of Russia, they plotted in their gripping ways. On the late night of August 20th, those who denied His message trekked into the dark oak woods in which he lived, and slew him repeatedly in his humble home. A mortal player among everyone else, He hid in his mines, scared and depraved of the safety granted to Him by His followers. Four of the Disbelievers towered over his home while he layed in hiding, and in their strength they slew the Man of the Word, the Righteous G0NF.

The Believers Fishboy9972 and StaleKale0936 stood guard at His side and struck those violent Disbelievers, but G0NF was struck down in the process in His town — but He would not be killed forever that easily. His Holiness disbanded G0NFtown and ran; fleeing far into the unknown desert islands of Jagdas to the East.

Finally, he came upon the small town of Tuba, where a cobblestone shack belonging to the Believer Chad_Thundercuk would provide him a place to rest. But Katcinsky001 of Dhufariya came upon G0NF in Tuba and judged him with a heart full of the hunger for power, sentencing him to the blade of Crab Season. The Betrayer of Dhufariya informed Crab Season of G0NF’s hidden position in Tuba.

He banished the Man of the Word, the Righteous G0NF, from Tuba into the grasp of Crab Season and Russia, who appeared soon after at Katcinsky001’s behest. G0NF understood the way of the world, and he accepted his position as a sacrifice made under the fire of the Disbelievers. He knew it was to come before He was born in the woods, and fate had come.

The Disbelievers The_Schlank and BobiTheCrab set up a symbolic crucifix of dark oak wood. The two then fixed G0NF to the cross and laid the head which they chopped off before in a display of power and control. They bound him to the logs, and brought all of Jagdas to look upon this body of helplessness and suffering, and showed their power to undermine the greatness of the Man of the Word.

He was made less than a player, willingly, he became simply a Villager, existing among the tides that would be. The people asked G0NF what they must do, and he responded to the Believers, not forgoing a message and final words:

“Take care of your fellow, your friend, your enemy, your beloved, your despised! If you do this, I am with you! Remind yourself of all that I am, and that you are with Me!”

Believers had congregated upon the shores of the river where G0NF laid helpless, the sands filled with onlookers. It was then that The_Schlank held up his axe and slew G0NF in front of the people.

The day turned to night, and the sun turned to rain. And there, the first great rain poured for hours upon the world, as if the skies mourned the execution of the Righteous G0NF. Lightning struck around the beach where He was executed, and His captors rejoiced in their triumph.

Jagdas, the mortal plane, was then left without a light or guiding force, without a noble truth or defining feature. To be born now would be to look upon your lover without their face, your father without his arms. For three days, violence rampaged in coups, raids, and destruction among nations, and the world was in chaos.

His devout Believers, including the likes of DarkbaneHU, Duggy101, StaleKale0936, FlippantNerd, TheBlazeMaster, Keechoo, _Chirp_, Starlorde123, Highlord_Buibui, Tyson123404, and Fishboy9972, gathered in remembrance of their guide, and built a holy temple of flame to the Word. The Believers came from all nations of Jagdas.

Upon the final day of this torment, the Man of the Word returned, and His entrance saw the sun return with relief.

G0NF appeared to the doubter Katcinsky001 — the Betrayer of  Dhufariya — who was now made a Believer in the majesty of the Great Truth. The remaining people of all beliefs bowed at His feet, though He told them to rise, and He made Himself low like the grass. He addressed his Believers, and said these righteous words in the lower case:

“I have learned much in my time away. As the clouds wept for me, I saw incredible things. I saw the sun and the moon and felt their pull, and I saw the fine line between light and dark. I saw dancing spirits and palaces of ice. I saw the sin of mankind.

However, I also saw his salvation. I saw things that, as a mere man, I could not comprehend. I was bathed in a light too bright to describe. Having seen the Greater Truth, I know now my sin, my pride. I should never have made a kingdom to be the sole home of my Word, for it belongs to all Mankind.

I should never have sought to expand and include other towns in it. I was proud of My Word, and sought to make all mankind heed it, and neglected that it is that very politicking of mankind that causes his ruin.

From hereon in, the world is a free place. The Word is a noble spirit. I accept the sins of mankind unto Myself, and carry them into the Greater Truth. All who relinquish control and understanding will be brought into the light, and will see the world with unblinded eyes.”

And finally, G0NF ascended to the realms of the Greater Truth, where the crusades of mortals are more minimal than infantile babbles, and only greater than the stresses of the grass beneath one’s feet.

GONF exists within our minds now, but only as an ordinary man who has crossed the barrier of the Great Truth into our realm, as He has carried all our burdens on His tired back through the hellish turmoil, only to emerge an ordinary fellow amongst the ranks of the rest of us. Upon this great hardship, He was happy, He found freedom and tranquility.

Book of Testificus
Ere aught for our people, the Testificates dwelled upon the lands. Lands upon which destruction will be brought one day by the spirits. The tale of Testificus is to be known and spread throughout the lands of the service for our Lord GONF, blessed be His name. He [G0NF] was set upon our realm as a divine protector of our people — to teach the marked ones the ways of kindness and unity.

It was upon these early days that Testificus was born to a poor family of the Villagers and sewed the fields, toiling for many of his days until entering into the service of the clerics to spread the faith of the village far and wide across the world in service of the Almighty.

Through day and night, Testificus wandered from village to village and continued establishing his own temple of worship; traveling through the realm as little had changed for many years — until the arrival of the marked ones.

Upon this day came a great calamity and came the first decimation of the Villagers, with great suffering inflicted upon the Testificates.

However, soon the one to be known as G0NF arrived; He who descended from the Heavens bearing the name of a marked one, but who preached to all the good-will and nature of those [Players]. It is He who sought peaceful harmony and unity between all [people] of the world. It was G0NF who showed kindness to Villagerkind where none others would, who sought peace when all others sought war, and who brought forward public works when all others brought destruction.

It was Testificus who became the first Testificate Believer, a worshiper of G0NF’s Word, bestowing the teachings of G0NF to the villages.

It was for his [Testificus’] great diviness and deeds that the marked ones were tormented. For in their minds of great cruelty, they [the Players] had convinced themselves that the perfect being could not be allowed to exist.

Upon this, they attacked the name and deeds [of the Believers], brought destruction to the works of G0NF and His followers, for it was His generosity and humility which threatened the marked ones way of life. He was one of them, but not one with them.

It was at this time of unrest, that the followers of Emen had taken G0NF and His town of teachings and slayed his followers. To which He was taken upon the crucifix and left for death, all besides the holy waters viewed by many and to which it was seen [by the Believers] that lightning struck many times around him.

Testificus arrived and sought forgiveness for all the crimes against G0NF that had been committed, and for such mercy to be bestowed upon all — to which the word was spoken by G0NF. To be that all shall be forgiven, to which G0NF was executed by the marked ones, to which Testificus stood aside the cross and did not leave the side of G0NF.

It was upon these events that one shall understand that thought of cruelty in the realm is wrought by those who seek destruction. There are those who seek peace and justice for all, and it is upon this story of Testificus that one can continue to work by spreading the love in which GONF had taught to all.

Book of Pajarael (The Catechism of G0NF)
The world of Pajarael was once a sea of blood and fire, for Crab Season was tormenting its people.

Zachisosum, The Schlank, Bobithecrab, and more; all of them plundered the world and set it ablaze.

However, there was one light in such a dark day, the Prophet G0NF who brought peace and wisdom.

He told the world what it needed to hear, and united them at once against the dark powers.

But G0NF was taken by the Crab Season, and executed by the cross on the river.

He promised He would return to His people, before The Schlank took his head.

In those next three days, they rallied, and brought Crab Season to the Castle Regimold.

Here under G0NF, the world of peacemakers united, and the corrupting Crabs were defeated.

G0NF returned and prayed at the temple fire, and proclaimed the new age of lore and roleplay.

Pajarael was saved from the factions there, and G0NF ascended to the Heavenly Spheres.

This is the catechism of the Lord and Savior G0NF, for He is the reason Rathnir and Eldham are not lands of destruction. Jagdas was saved by one player, who was anointed by the Divine to save us all.

Book of Baghra (Idyllrus Pyrus)
In the heart of time, a tale unfolds, of Meiddaura Kul — a hero of old. As [the] Baghra, he led with noble art, guiding his land to a tranquil start.

With wisdom’s touch, he calmed the strife, weaving peace into the fabric of life. His name is a beacon, a guiding star, a hero’s light from near to far.

Through battles fought with courage true, he laid the path for the nation’s debut. In unity, they found their grace, embracing love’s warm [and] tender embrace.

But Meiddaura, though great and [with] might, yearned for a haven, serene and bright. To idyllic realms, he chose to retire, where nature’s symphony never tires.

Beneath the shade of ancient trees, he found a home in the gentle breeze. A life of peace, where wildflowers sway, a sanctuary where his heart could stay.

In selflessness, he served the weak, mending souls with words they’d seek. A guiding hand to those astray, he wiped their tears and fears away.

With each act of kindness he bestowed, he sowed the seeds of love that growed. A legacy etched in the hearts of men, for Meiddaura’s spirit, they’d defend.

In tales that passed from age to age, his name [was] revered on history’s page. For not just a leader, but a friend, a god of peace, his journey’s end.

For in the realms of Heavenly grace, his peaceful idyll found a place. A constellation shining bright, a beacon for the lost at night.

His hero’s heart and selfless soul, in cosmic Heavens, found its role. A god of tranquility, a guiding star — from realms above, near and far.

So let the legend of Meiddaura be, a tale of peace, for all to see. His journey from mortal to divine, a symbol of virtues’ grand design.

Book of Apparitions (We Saw the River Flow)
Ay, the beautiful Spring tulip rose that morning and the sunflowers that filled the fields faced the Lord above. Simple agendas marked the schedules of Adalor’s working people, with the year 268 TE having approached their calendars. Work and labor came, and O, they had no concept of the love their Lord had for them.

They worked under the bright Aether’s sun and its rays touched every pore of skin and its light filled the crevises of the ravines and the slopes of the distant volcanoes. These were people who had never known the word of their Lord despite the testament that reigned on their tan skin and on the rocks they chipped away.

The river was to be built, O, something of a canal. The sweet cities of Renapheus and Ythmyrr shall be connected; so said the demand and contract of the Commission. As such, the loyal men, women, and workers set their scaffoldings and strings to work and designed the most elegant river to be built at the foothill of the great volcanoes that breathed the unruly essence of the End. Under Hrma they built, and O, they made great troughs in the land and sturdy scaffold bridges outside the Maker’s dear Renapheus.

A young man, his name Mestur, called unto Eldham in great pride of their people’s coming holiday—Sulinza. He lived as a humble worker and contractor; an orphan from a lineage of farmers in Najer who was adopted by the elusive Serebra family of Eldham. In that same breath of great pride that he bestowed, he wished to make their humble work a gathering for love, humility, and labor. He selflessly said to the countrymen and compatriots of all Eldham:

“Ay, come all who gather under the sun! We shall make a river.”

The people were quick to hear his message from all corners of the realm, first in confusion. They say:

“O, the building of a river?” and “All of Eldham is invited?”

Ay, only a fool would surely make such an invitation. The wide discourse considered such acts to be a suicidal gesture, begging for bandits upon their doorstep.

Mestur however, cared not if the bandits shall show, for even they can be great in the eyes of the sun. With each flick of the tongue and invitation to all of Eldham, he remained with all humility. He was no man worthy of refusing the compassion and hard-working aptitudes of others.

He continued with generosity:

“I know you all speak with curiosity, so hear the call! Come to Renapheus and help build this river!”

To which a countryman of his remarked bitterly:

“O Mestur, won’t you replant the trees in my state before you terraform a giant river?”

Lightning [then] struck above as if the Aether itself was challenging Mestur to a battle.

Perhaps he had neglected some duty of his and the river was to some degree, an overzealous project. He [Mestur] stopped in his tracks, recognizing the call from the land above, and sat with himself.

He spoke, joined by a handful of his greatest workers.

“To whomever believes I have not done work for the benefit of my people, perhaps you are right! So my people shall not only build a river, but replant the trees! Not only shall we replant the trees, we shall build a livelihood for all!”

Joined by his compatriots Magerius and Raistlin, the group preached once more to the choir of Eldham.

“All who come are slaves of the Gods, as lightning strikes above us on a clear day, they recognize our work! Do the trees not require the flow of water from a river or rain? We shall build this river, and not only shall it be constructed, it shall bring nourishment to this desert. So hear it, when we are finished, we will continue to work and bring life to all things! Come to Renapheus, we are here to build!”

Once more, bolts of light seemed to strike from above no longer in a condemning manner, but in approval.

People came from all around the realm, some spoke odd languages and tongues that none recognized but despite this fact, no person was refused the ability to help build the great canal. So they — the workers — labored through the day until the night sky of Henu shined their holy light. They had worked so fully that within a month or two the canal could be completed; though Magerius was quick to notice the logistical problems.

He spoke to Mestur, telling that with all these great foreigners and hard workers, the Commission in Renapheus would run out of food by the week’s end—and lest not forget that these humble workers remained in a desert. Likewise, Raistlin noticed the storehouses were low in tools and that the durability of their shovels and pickaxes could soon be an issue of importance.

Mestur went out from the small worker’s camp along the planned river,  and went directly into the deep trenches and troughs of the canal. The soil was dry and crumbly, with petrified wood of old sometimes bursting forth from the soil like columns and footstools for the Maker.

He did not know what he was wishing for and he remained unsure what exactly could be done. Despite this, he knew someone in the Aether was watching as evidenced by the greatness they had experienced thus far and the lights from above.

He sat on a small section of broken scaffolding that had fallen into the trench the day earlier, and he looked above in one of the many locations where the lights had bursted prior. He began to speak, taking a breath, before deciding this was no job for a sitting man.

He rose from the scaffolding and stood atop it, and once more took a breath. He stopped only to take a deeper breath; changing his mind from a light and breathy request to a loud and powerful plea:

“Won’t you please hear my request O Aether! We have done the most great things here, but we will fail without you. I know you have seen us, and we have seen you! Our workers, they are to be without food, we only have a sixth of what is needed to finish the river that you have seen us slave for!”

The rocks beneath him began to tumble about, and scaffolding from above collapsed. Flashes and bursts of light from the Heavens began to shake the stars and night sky from their place and Mestur was certain he was about to die; certainly he had enraged the Gods.

Then, a single incomprehensible blast of light struck down from the midnight moon above and in its wake was left a figure. Green and blue orbs levitated around the silhouette which found itself in the center of a slowly fading beacon of pure light before the orbs bled into the silhouette and the light departed back to the Aether and left an apparition in its place.

“Ay, do not let fear soak your heart, you wish for food?”

The apparition stated as the blackness of the silhouette took on a fleshy tone and a humanoid figure became apparent. Mestur found himself in an almost drunken stupor from the initial bout of fear and responded with a stutter, simply saying:

“Ay.”

Immediately the long arms of the apparition struck outwards and back, as rocks began to levitate from the ground and condense into a foreseeable group of forms. Then, the bones from leftover meat dinners, the skins of vegetables, and the tails of crustaceans all from the worker’s meals shot through their tents and from the shallow pits for food disposal and grouped into the rocky forms. All within a few seconds, bundles of leads appeared in the hands of the apparition and connected to what had become two dozen bulls which bore halos of glowing light.

“Shall this suffice?”

Those words were spoken by the [holy] apparition despite already knowing the answer was in the affirmative, and once more, a gulp left the throat of Mestur and a simple

“Ay!” was repeated.

Upon this point, the apparition brought out its muscled arms and Mestur shakily took the leads. With his leads now in hand, Mestur fell to his knees atop the scaffolding — still being dwarfed by the tall and mighty apparition.

With the first ounce of confidence he bore in the conversation Mestur uttered:

“O, what must I bring you in thanks? I cannot orally give you remotely enough to thank you for this—I must offer you something material”

Then the still upraised arms of the apparition rose, halting Mestur.

With no need to think of what to say, the apparition powerfully exclaimed:

“I have seen you embody the pillars I demand most, you are a servant to the Aether despite not knowing its name nor call; continue as you have in humility and acts of faith and you shall enter the realm above you in death. Know that for as long as the Henu and Hrma—your sun and moon—shine above Eldham, I am watching all people. I require no material to be pleased, only the devotion of you and your people, and as you have given me your word and world, I shall give you and your people the blessing of the Aether.”

As it was said, lights shined in the sky once more and in their place apparitions of green and blue orbs flew about.

In certainty, Mestur kissed the feet of the primary apparition and stated without daring to glance at its face:

“What shall I tell people? What shall I tell them your name is? What shall I- ''

All before being abruptly cut off. In equal harmony with the orbs above, the combined apparitions said:

“You shall tell them of the pillars and preach its word, in mortality Their Holiness was known as merely G0NF, a name irrelevant to your people now, and He ascended to the Heavens for all peoples in sacrifice — your task is to follow the wisdoms and words of Their Holiness if you wish to enshrine a legacy of peace and ascend to the Aetherian realms in death.”

Mestur steadily rose to his feet.

The sole mortal, still refusing to challenge the authority of the apparitions by looking them directly in the face, said:

“O, believe me, I shall never abandon the principle of Their Holiness, I shall tell my people of their word. I am a slave to Their Holiness for infinity.”

Immediately the apparition, which Mestur supposed to be the resemblance of GONF, rose to the skies above the trench and the orbs followed him in a circular manner. Then, feeling air beneath his feet, Mestur too began to levitate. Rocks from the ground shot upwards and built a platform in the air, and the broken scaffolding that found itself along the trough broke into the air to support this platform and construct a bridge connecting both sides of the trench. The bulls likewise filled the bridges of the platform on either side, bearing witness to the greatness.

By then, dozens of the workers from all the worlds in the encampment heard the commotion and lightning and had peaked from their humble tents. All heard the word of the Maker and GONF — who remain the same in immortality — and regardless of the languages they spoke, all understood what Their Holiness preached to Mestur.

Blue torches began to fill the platform and walls as it formed a kind of pagoda, each levitating above the last, a notion of holiness that resembled the orbs that surrounded the apparition of GONF and the Maker. Then, with the flick of a wrist from the apparition, a massive guardian materialized above the pagoda before bursting with light and dissipating, and the rocks burst forth and found themselves laying on the sides of the trench as the canal found itself with months of work completed in minutes as rocks could be seen departing from the soil miles away all the way to Ythmyrr.

The apparition took its flicked arm and pointed it to one side of the bridge, and Mestur guided his cattle away from the pagoda and bridges and towards the encampment in understanding.

He said one thing to the primary apparition, exclaiming:

“O, I shall be yours forever”

And the apparition stated:

“Ay, forever I shall belong to all people!”

All before waves of seawater began to flood from either side of the canal and the river found itself flowing; when the two waves met, they crescendoed into a giant ray of water along either side of the pagoda to the great applause of the many workers that bore witness to the blessing.

As the meeting rays of water met the apparitions, lightning struck from all about and Their Holiness had materially disappeared, leaving the great blue torches and blessing of the river in its wake. As the wave settled, the river began to flow consistently Eastwards.

All the people began to fall to their knees and exclaim to the sky and pagoda:

“Blessed be GONF! Blessed be the Maker! We are your workers, you shall be our commander!”

Bandits arrived soon after to the surprise of meeting a worshiping crowd which was engaging in acts of charity and feasting on various stewed beef dishes. Mestur’s initial invitation to all of Eldham was truly heard by all, and bandits swooped in with the intent of punishing him for his hubris, but as they arrived — they too found themselves transfixed in the holiness of the blessing and put aside their weapons to engage in worship.

Mestur and the remainder of his compatriots continued to live lives of humility and followed — to the best of their abilities — the pillars of G0NF.

He preached on to the people of Renapheus and all of Eldham of the Maker’s holiness and blessing. Ay, when his time came, Mestur ascended to the Heavens with the love of his people before him and the love of his Maker alongside.

That day, all of the realms saw the river flow.