Origin

The creation of Zol from the perspective of Zolaen Scripture

Zol is the end of a cosmic cycle called The Circle. A product of thousands upon thousands of worlds cultivated, and consumed like livestock. Worlds made to sustain cosmic beings called the Great Old Ones. Amongst these cultivated worlds, one grew strong enough to fight back, and imprison its creator in The Great Wall of Roots.

The being’s name was Goh’zul. In his prison, the Great Old One was forced to slowly starve and rot away. As he did, his body attracted a myriad of creatures from all across the cosmic sea. They gorged on his infinite body for eons, forming The Sea of Monsters. Many of the beings who partook in the flesh of the decaying god gradually developed deformed physical characteristics, devolving into horrible, and extremely powerful creatures.

At the core of the writhing sea, was the once core of the Great Old One. A heart of black stone called Oblivion, home to The Great Old One’s Soul. A remnant of the ancient being called The Wretch. Since the defeat and imprisonment of the Great Old One, it had become the site of an everlasting duel. A fight between The Wretch, and the first being he ever consumed.

When Goh’zul fell from power, the consumed individual swore an oath to never let the creature return to its true strength. He guarded the sole door to the heart of The Great Old One, fighting tooth and nail, to prevent the escape of The Wretch. Declaring himself The Watcher in The Door.

After an age of fighting, The Watcher had reached his limit, in a final attempt at securing his victory, he wounded the immortal Wretch, so gravely it could do not but flee and hide in the dark corners of its prison. In this victory, The Watcher left Oblivion, and took a new approach to his oath.

He made demands of the sea, speaking a new language called The First Tongue. His divine words struck order to the chaos. The Watcher called forth the bravest and greatest creatures, who still held onto a fragment of their past dignity. He cured them of their monstrosity, and in thanks they became his pantheon. Together they became the Zolaen Gods.

The Zolaen Gods bent the sea of monsters to their will by speaking this new holy language, The First Tongue. In shaping the new world, they bound the infinite power that laid inside the Great Old One into a force called The Trinity. A designed paradise that would have been a land of endless prosperity. However The Wretch, had one final strike to lay upon his foe.

From the confines of his prison, it whispered a dark tongue of his own. It’s speech poured from the unguarded door, a weak and dying sound in comparison to the chorus of creation sung by the Zolaen Gods. The primal power clung to the words of the new gods, twisting them at their corners, and weaving darkness into the new world. This act left The Wretch as a husk, but its poison would live on outside, in the newly birthed world of Zol.