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KARAKEI
Khali Vos
Khali Mevirtu Rapt
IN MEMORIAM
DIAMOND RUBY
Ehrosa Tausho Melphegor
Mishar Wildfire King Kazarik Fireheart
EMERALD SAPPHIRE
Ezra Sparkfinger Dreadpirate Alana Khalice
Ehrek Hildegaard Asterius Genlon
Tavar Forestborne
ONYX GOLDEN
Ainog The Dagger Tairn Kafral Khali Goldmane
Queen Jari Paragon
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IN THOSE CHOSEN, WE TRUSTED, DO
TRUST AND WILL TRUST AGAIN. REST WELL, OLD
TRAVELLERS
An Introduction
As a disclaimer, the Khali's prayer on the first page was non-denominational. These are harsh
times, with lots of misfortune, and it would be unwise to incur anymore the Goddess may
have been recently killed, but it is not in my nature to test my luck. My given name is
Andalos Eos-Teshrat, named after my mentor, as he was before him. It is not my real name,
but I fear revealing it may bring harm to my family, and the rest of my bloodline. I am only
fifteen years old, but as a young girl living in the aftermath of the last war of the Triumvirate,
I have seen my fair share of destruction.
Let me be clear, though this vellum contains the signature of the order of Draconis, the
information contained is important for the interests of many, many more. I feel, however,
that mine is a position of responsibility, and it would not do well to keep the information I
have learned to myself, to die with me, with the Goddess' dead at the door. I have stolen this
parchment from my mentor, now dead, and with it I will store the information that may
potentially save freedom itself; not just as a concept, but as a universal force.
My order is devoted primarily to relearning the history of the dragons, left behind long ago.
They knew secrets of the world that we ourselves are only beginning to comprehend. There are
many different theories for how the world was built, but perhaps the Karkarei are the best
clue. Known as the Ka'Kari by Kakaysian worshippers, and the Omnost by the nomads of the
Steppe, the Karkarei and their study, Karakei, reveal to us the secret unifying fact of the
universe; the number six. You'll have to forgive me for my pretentiousness, I'm paraphrasing
from our private essays I have no real experience writing academically, I've barely mastered
reading magic, but I shall use the last of my faculties to ensure that this document is of the
utmost quality for those who would use it for good, and of the utmost complexity for those
who would use it for... otherwise.
Around four hundred years ago, under the tutelage of Oonaef of the Eastern Steppe, the
Order of Draconis designed a telescopic device to view the heavens. Since destroyed, this
seeing eye was designed according to specifications put forward by Ezra the Mad Druid,
written out some one thousand, two hundred years ago. The sights we were granted have been
inscribed in our tombs and passed around in secret between the Grand Draconi, and what
they revealed brought into question what was set for in The Prophetia Infernum, Terce's
strange book of creation. Six planets were spotted through the spyglass. Each of them orbiting
in unison around the central star, and beyond them? A veil of crystal, encasing the system of
six. Ezra had made artifacts out of shards of this veneer, but nobody had believed the stories
until we saw for our own eyes was lay beyond the secrets of our atmosphere. Our astrologers
saw the edges of our plane, with mortal eyes no theologian had ever suspected a visible limit
on the concept of aether, but there it lay before us, the cascades of time and space themselves,
ending just beyond the orbit of a dark and dismal planet on the edge of the light given out by
our small star. The lights we see at night? Simple cracks in the edge of space, the light of the
ascendancy shining through to our own world, beyond them, an infinite number of heavens
and hells waiting for our souls to explore beyond our mortal lives.
The thought is diminishing, really, especially for a twelve year old initiate to learn, but I
understand that anyone capable of finding this, let alone reading it, is mature and world-wise
enough to weather the news.
We set about our scholastic activity in learning the nature of the universe, as our forebears, the
dragons, had done before them. We explored God's Ascendancy and met the Omni, many
died in their attempts to climb the tower. There are those who we sent out to the Steppe as
archaeologists, finding technology from a world before, covered in ash. Sheets of glass with
intricate mazes of copper behind them, supporting images with no magical influence
whatsoever. Machines that fired small catapults of iron through tubes at a velocity strong
enough to pierce flesh and bone. Books detailing history as if it had already happened, but
only vaguely. Talk of a world of religious order, talk of a world of advanced technology
divided by two dictatorial governments and an ocean, eventually, talk of a blight ravaging the
earth from a distant, dark planet, The Tomb, similar to the one we had discovered on the
cascade of reality. Mention of the return of dead Gods, of dead Dragons, of dead magic.
The history books talked of six ages. The Omni talked of Six Karkarei.
Slowly, our scholars began to see the pattern of reality. The Order of Six.
See, the Karkarei began in our minds as magical artifacts, bestowing their owners with powers
to do with as they pleased, but the more we read into their legends, the more we realised they
sought out their owners, the more we realised that the strings of fate were pulled by the gems,
not by those seeking them. 'All Will Be One' was a phrase we read frequently, but only after
our esoteric experiments into the nature of the soul did we learn what it truly meant.
At first, the concept sounded sinister, but that's putting a sapient spin on it. Really, it pertains
to the nature of aether itself. Dimensionally, the 4th is time, the 5th is traversal through
different streams of such, the 6th, their realities and such, and so on and so forth. Eventually,
you get to the climax of dimensional understanding, and begin to realise that all potential
and actual reality exists in one singularity, a point with no direction and no comparison. Size
cannot be measured when everything has no equal, and this is the true state of reality that the
Karkarei are trying to achieve the cycle, however, distracts this. The cycle of ages, of time.
There is no grand, unifying principle allowing aether to recollect itself. The last to attempt
this recollection of eudaimonia was the God Jale, not one year ago, at the head of God's
Ascendancy, attempting to reduce the materium to aetherium, allowing the gravitas of
identity to reassert itself, and everything to reunite with the One True Source.
Time loops, those histories were our futures. The Karkarei aim to stop this. The Elysians have,
had, a concept of complete enlightenment achieved after a cycle of reincarnations to perfect
the body. They are somewhat correct. The universe we live in itself reincarnates, before this
plane achieves perfection, able to completely reinstate itself with the Ultimate Source at the
center of our planar reality.
The Karkarei aim to achieve that. This is what the Omni told us. The golems of the
Ascendancy are their progenitors, they carved the gemstones out of themselves at the dawning
of time. Some assumed them higher than Gods, but then, they were destroyed in the war of
the Triumvirate.
A lot died in that war. A lot was lost, and now the conquest of the Reformation has claimed
Corynth. I doubt we'll survive till 1664AE. Knowledge of the Karkarei needs to be protected,
this much is what I know. I am not yet old enough to go on excursions myself, but I do know
there are survivors from my enclave working on retrieving as many gemstones as possible,
though two are lost to the enemy. It is my job to ensure they are entrusted properly to their
rightful owners, their future owners. Hence these notes. I intend to write them in such a way
that only those worthy of possessing the Karkarei can understand them, hopefully to ensure
the natural cycle of Champions continues.
I hope I succeed. I hope I do the Omni justice. And I hope this forward, my final farewell,
finds those who could do more with the information than I could. I can hear them tearing
down the doors now.
Good luck.
sapphire
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rj ctl ni kexm lveurgl assxx vpe
spxi Mirbeuik, bhv Wdtrpiii rj Vpolkkx,
ewmgmoif xrzqdvkty sc Dzkkiz Yijait,
fyu Xgvgl wflqtai si mpbeihlqgvszsqen
uaxmf. Xjm Srtslkzit Odvmirvm
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pfxhrvqac mq swz wfvoh cvd fxkiteiji, wlwa Ammfmk paj
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wweiuw qn tymv Oczkrvhm kvccygi Ctaee Nlctiti, wlg
nolrgit wf klh rcbifr rj Mpacmyet, inu Evxgzilw Jiptoe
(vhwv pid), qhqdmr fj wlg nieeo gqzoeiw epl srzlswz ow
yv ent. Tyi dvepekcsi tmpiivipbeu, xkip, qse'x fpgir rx
d ttqmrvb kninti, Viaze Xiqpqv aeh Gvgidgmuevm
Kyeomem hrzh zcatcc gmhneimqk rmrjsqenqtziv epl
rvtxxcbifrv.
There is no duty on this earth that could keep you, who calls across time itself
You who are orphaned
You who are forgotten
You who are holy
Your potential is underestimated; your knowledge, vast, and your friends close
But though you learn so much every single day
You have never understood the truth
ruby
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Dhcerbr drd Mluge; moh Vuuf Nerdhuii phv xadlq fy alu
erfphw, eolq xhhbjl sal zes gvzlekl ws bx zhin. Hbu
egxuww, hhdhzek, zda wahw laiwhrew. Aki Dphuzeg Shedxy
xwew aki mbnkx oy aki Rnib xo lddplhd Wirvl xt, tkhstign
kir buvmdx aki gxtvxogl lxsxsi. Xhbz hbafwoi oy aki
Rnib'w phdhv il pqgrxklflr ahplbuj mt bz d xohs isr
wvpmntalsn hchv ogl'v inxtlis, tug xo llfyrx muiewvp enw
pqheilqhegjh sf moh ysxy.
Emerald
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eeo oyll rvfsfmr vlbt ehvu mt tse pcwf oq ayn
Obrvaegm, bno ayn tmayegu, fvt ehr krgocmnvmpn
weafw vs ln hphfrdtnphjnr fbt aiy tt vu xie Pmrtml
tsag jet dznr vlf mzsg vs qrztrex vs tn ukwuocy jg
ese lly esonpcggh uo tt. Vv mt ay aevigant gjeu
wtsugw uo verr yt slfr, cre tsag cvdhptlri, uhlt yqzf
fzr gji qezpyg mu id ia vlf clrr qj, urlnfneued oigv uo
ttf elbmaibpw.
GOLDEN
Damn this thing.
May it rot in Khalivar with the corpse of its maiden where it belongs, or find a champion worthy of
defying her taint, the likes of which I cannot imagine.
Khali Vos
Khali Mevirtu Rapt
DIAMOND
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qrdg cevuiv i mpnfi gvni. Gjiq xcinelwl frvvc svo gboqmvtxl, fmkxppykry
iwp cgvkwyey khwvemga wg bseg vlwg nshnh tmnszg gdwdie vs lppme rigxwi.
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elrowwtgif vs tm peggr mx mc gji ewywgtskqec. Nu jsz lw gji gvwsbmija
nshnh lmwp, Zkwzic'w skrst lgg yek bz ovnp lpp heckgv qvbo xzm trfkhw
etxu vlwqc fychw, i dabth kw frhuiv qe anu gdmlr nph mvmpromkpph.
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iigrlclpya xjinorf ml lzaa kr Lzzwg, crv kseeiiv qew ctslmnxvqr
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tjwxmfgh lw avbviub elr kxwu hlrti ab dlbwpv zpqnkr, zigmai gszgiq
jmeapps c laloia vsej es egqsqy zvimd qy, frpisbs xug ggzawr qj
Emwtugkgz tr bnh Quxyek.
Speak my name
I will vanish
ONYX
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Xokriekv, kx hb gnr ckkme nnr tzahsrr moig zus
vvtbae ktz ifybqbhbrj rlvscfoisef evzu hal
lbsnwg vn qknha, zqair hal Lnmtsk'z zrotb tz prgq
cy apr Lnabsg vt gvx sigk Swkzb Nmr. Gnjp agefhd-
uvtqswumfy vg gvb rdpznzqik gc hbz Bxqsk, icg
uhf kpdnrem ppbu zus Yhuvrl zbrmye pzhblrj bik
qcqmraxub. Ornqd titop wl uwg kiwe pv zapv mom
fgzs phg gnnh Poqgk zozpk qurg gvb rsnbtam
tubrglaf.