the beginning there was two forces Duras and Gyna'hes.
Diametrically opposed the represented the clash between
good & evil, law & chaos, light & dark. These
powers had struggled against each other since the beginning
of time. Their struggle had lasted so long that they realised
that neither could be victorious and that the very fabric
of the universe would be in jeopardy if it continued.
They agreed rather than destroy what they were fighting
for they would leave this plane of existence and appoint
7 proxies that would incorporate both of their essences
and that through their rule balance could be achieved.
7 proxies or guardians were chosen from an immortal race,
akin to shadows, that would, being neither light nor dark
could rule impartially and the balance of light and darkness
would be maintained. Having appointed these guardians
the two distilled their knowledge into tablets of power
that were placed in an ark so the seven would be guided
by their wisdom. They then removed themselves from this
plane and in essence became two distinct planes of reality
Gyna'hes became the Obliviat, Duras becoming the Vitaliat.
war however was not to end there. Gyna'hes attempted one
last coup to gain the upper hand. In the moment of her
apotheosis she dragged the seven guardians into herself,
in effect trapping them within the Obliviat. What was
left of Duras, his essential core, concentrated itself
and cast itself into the Obliviat so that a beacon of
light would shine within the Obliviat, turning into a
place of shadow rather than darkness.
seven would have been lost were it not for the essence
of Duras, but there were able to build their own realms
Temporus, The Lord of Time.
is fitting that I am starting with the Lord of Time as
He was the first to answer my prayers. After all, He was
here before all others. He keeps the universe turning,
to His eternal beat of time. Time does strange things
in His presence, it can seem to be taking an eternity
for your heart to beat, or your life can pass in an instant.
In His presence time has no meaning, in essence it is
being formed and seems to be sluggish in its flow, tick
no longer following tock. I can only describe it as being
the single most surreal experience in my life.
Lord appears to me as a small old man dressed as what
I can only describe as a gardener, I also had the strongest
feeling that I had seen Him before. When I questioned
Him on this He answered "As all see the Lady of Sorrows
at the end, so all will see me at the beginning."
all the other Lords of Shadow have a place in the Obliviat
He has none, but travels through both the Obliviat and
the mortal plane never looking behind him. While the other
six were chosen he was already there.
Mo 'Hsh Pytt, The Lord of War
stands eight feet tall and towers above all men. He is
the greatest of all warriors, unbeaten and enduring. Yet
His body shows the scars of countless titanic battles,
the wounds of his Avatars. He has an immense presence,
seeming to fill the space around Him. I am impressed and
fearful as I write these words, He is that imposing upon
wears His famed armour, impenetrable to both blade and
arrow. Over the ages, His armour has become one with His
body making it like second skin.
carries an axe made of the patterns of the holy warriors
of the temple, the greatest of the great and the mightiest
of the mighty. The chosen ones that have become His Avatar
in battle and fallen in His name.
lives in the valley of Eternal Battle sitting on His iron
throne, surrounded by the bones of the fallen, atop a
mountain of the weapons of those he has defeated, and
the fallen warriors killed in his name.
Kofius, The Lord of Peace
the Lord of Peace appears to you, consider yourself blessed.
For He only comes to those who are truly enlightened.
When He appeared to me, He was dressed as a white robed
priest. His mere presence can prevent war and reveal the
true pointlessness of your violent actions. Violence in
His presence will result in a deep sleep, in which you
will receive an insight into the futility of your actions.
He lives on the Lake of Tranquility, a place in which
all live in a true state of harmony and enlightenment.
Mandalzan, the Fallen One, The
Lord of Lies
is a dark, small, and slightly twisted man, but oddly
pleasant. Everything he says has a double meaning, very
often a valid sarcasm. He lives in the Citadel of Lies,
a maze that cannot be solved, cannot be left, without
His permission, due to its constantly changing form. At
the centre of His Citadel, in the highest tower, is the
Black Library where He lives. In the Black Library there
can be found the truth behind every lie ever told.
Pahx'man, The Lord of Truth
takes the form of a paladin, a crusader knight solid in
his purpose. His armour is reflective, in which your own
personal truth is reflected. He lives in awhite tower
in the Desert of Truth defended by a unicorn.
Bez, The Lord of Joy
is the happiest of all of the Lords, but like all clowns
while He may be laughing on the surface, He is crying
Myst killed His wife, His only love, He has never been
the same. He has spilt into two minds, representing the
two sides of joy. One side is the Bez that loves to party,
happiness and joy. His other side is the side that victimises
for fun, fetishism and the destructive side to love.
He lives on Bucket island.
Soma-Ertot, The Lady of Sorrows
Temporus was the first so Soma-Ertot will be the last.
The Lady of Sorrows is the most tragically beautiful of
all the Lords. When I first saw Her I thought that my
heart might stop at that moment. Her voice is soft but
with a hint of ice. She is the psychopomp, the guardian
and guide of the faithful departed, carrying them to the
can be found walking on the costline of the sea of sorrows,
an ocean of all the tears that have ever been shed.
(as written by Azrail of the Temple