Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Talitha, Sunday
Spoiler 7 Tales of Creation :
7 Tales of Creations: It is quite well known among our culture that this earth was created when the Great Destroyer bed the Creator, but throughout my wanderings I discovered that other cultures had far stranger myths in their historybooks. Allow me to tell you about a few select gems…
The Elder of the Tamin, a Nomadic Race of people in the desert wastes:
Eh? What did you say, Wanderer? Creation? Oh my my… it has been a while since I was asked that question… good thing that I know the answer, young man. In the beginning, everything was a desert. A desert! As far as the eyes could see, I swear by my mother’s grave.
Now, young man, this was no ordinary desert, for it was absolutely flat. Cross my heart, absolutely flat. None of these sand dunes, desert plants, nor those skittering deadly scorpions. We didn’t exist either, mind you. It was just sand, sand as far as the eyes could see. Then the gods came.
Well, no, I did not see the gods myself, young man. Don’t be silly. It all happened thousands upon thousands of years ago! What, you think the gods willed all this mountains, sand dunes, and horrid seas in days? Sheesh, people nowadays have no patience whatsoever. First, the gods of time proclaimed the world to begin so that the stars and the moons in the sky could turn. Winds began to blow across the world and allowed for clouds to gather.
When the clouds gathered, the God of Water appeared with all his mysteries in the world. He thundered down from the clouds and crashed into the desert sands! When the dust settled, a great spring of water was created, from which the seas emerged. The sea very nearly consumed all of Creation, if not for the timely arrival of the other gods, who created the mountains of stone and dirt from the swirling desert storms. The gods could not, however, affect the lands already claimed by the God of Water. That’s why the seabed is all sand, young man.
What? How did we come along? Oh that’s simple. The gods got together one day, put their heads together, and discussed how to divide creation. Of course the gods, being proud creatures, bickered over who should have the most lands. Eventually, they arrived on a great compromise. They would create Men, created in the Gods’ image, in order to inhabit our world. The people would be free to worship anyone, and the gods would, instead of fighting over lands, would seek the souls of all the people on this earth.
Hmm? What? How did the suns and the moons and the stars come from? Oh go to sleep, young man.
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The Priest of Igtnithal:
It came from the sea.
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The Elder of the Rinani People, who inhabits the mountains:
Hello there, traveler! What tales should I tell you today? Wow, Creation? That’s going to be a long story. Luckily for you, you came to the perfect man! You see, I was there with two other wise men when the Messenger from the Gods came from the heavens to explain it to us.
What? Who are the other two men? Oh that doesn’t matter.
Anyways, listen very carefully. You see… creation… don’t actually exist! Yeah, you heard me right. It doesn’t actually exist. Our world is a carefully crafted limbo set between our previous life and the next. When we die, we move on to the next world… and then the next… and then the next until we finally reach the True Creation, our paradise! But to have the chance to move on to the next, we first have to live a virtuous life to develop our souls! Else we are reincarnated into another body in this existence. Wanderer, I must urge you to live a virtuous life and cease your wanderings too. Where will you be once the God of Death comes to judge your soul?
What? Who made this kind of system? Oh well that’s the Creator of course. He willed it into existence so that the True Creation will only be inhabited by the most Virtuous and the Powerful of the souls.
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A drunken old man in the Kingdom of Peridor:
Wha-? Creation? Why the hell are you asking me for, young man? If I knew how Creation came into being, would I be here, drinking away my freaking sorrows? Whaddaya mean you don’t know who else to ask? Okay, okay, here’s what I’ve heard… Creation… is like a beer bottle.
Yeah, you heard me right. This freaking jar of beer. Tastes more like soup. INNKEEPER! YOUR BEER TASTES DISGUSTING! Whaddayamean it’s actually a bowl of soup? Oh. Right. Anyways, it’s like this jar of beer. It’s hard on the outside and seems like it’s mostly dirt, but it’s actually mostly water. And once you partake of it, you have this sudden sense of great joy and your troubles seems to melt away… and it also has a very good aerodynamic shape for throwing and I had a place where I was going with this metaphor but I forgot.
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A wanderer in the desert: Creation is kind of a mess.
Way Talitha explained to me, anything that you believe in has a chance of being true. Enough people believe, really believe in something, more likely it is that it will become retroactively true. So back in those days, people believed that the world was created from nothing and it was actually created from nothing.
Now we have a thousand different people with their personal stories about how the entire world came into being so all those different creation myths are canceling each other out and placing the entire thing in a really crappy limbo of a situation.
What? Talitha? Oh, yeah, I met her once. Caught her in a net, a cleverly designed trap if I may say so myself. That’s how I learned all of these things. Wish I haven’t though.
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So which one is true?
Answer to that is my tale, of course. I’ve also met Talitha and forced her to explain things to me in more detail… See, we were not the first ones to live on this earth. It was actually the Giants who lived on this earth before us. The gods that we know were mere children to the Great Primordial Gods who lived and ruled these giants.
The giants were a fierce yet cultured people, loved by Talitha and all other gods alike. The Giants worshipped all of the gods and the Great Primordials showered them back with love and gifts. The greatest gifts of them all, however, was the gift of Magic. See, overnight, the giants were suddenly able to wield powers as if they were gods as well!
For a while, things were well… until the giants grew too overconfident. The giants, on their dragon mounts, stormed the palace of the Gods themselves, seeking to take our lords’ seat of power. This rebellion against the gods was a miserable failure. The gods were disappointed. The Primordials were infuriated.
The Great Destroyer, who knew the values of life that he destroyed and still holding out love for the giants, refused to punish the giants for their transgressions, but the Creator disagreed. The Creator took the great Hammer of the Destroyer and swung it down upon the earth. In an instant, the Giant civilization ended. It was here when Talitha grew to be a cold witch that we know her as today. She kept on restarting the clock over and over again, hoping that she could somehow change the Creator’s mind this time or somehow save the giantkin from destruction. It was no use, the Creator’s will was indomitable and the giantkin’s fate was written in stone. For the first time, Talitha failed to cause a miracle. Her heart broke into pieces when she saw her favored race die a hundred million times. When she finally gave up, she could not care for anything at all anymore.
Then Men were created in order to replace the giantkin. We were made much smaller, much less intelligent, and much less quick than the giants. To keep us from rebelling, of course. However, Talitha did something special and wicked to spite the Primordials who destroyed the giants. She gave them the curse of Mystery. The men were made to forget how they were created, what kind of beings the gods and the Primordials were, and what was their intended role in the world was. Disgusted, the Primordials left our world to begin a new one elsewhere. That’s how we came to be.
Of course, you don’t have to believe me. Who says the gods know the truth too anyways?
The Elder of the Tamin, a Nomadic Race of people in the desert wastes:
Eh? What did you say, Wanderer? Creation? Oh my my… it has been a while since I was asked that question… good thing that I know the answer, young man. In the beginning, everything was a desert. A desert! As far as the eyes could see, I swear by my mother’s grave.
Now, young man, this was no ordinary desert, for it was absolutely flat. Cross my heart, absolutely flat. None of these sand dunes, desert plants, nor those skittering deadly scorpions. We didn’t exist either, mind you. It was just sand, sand as far as the eyes could see. Then the gods came.
Well, no, I did not see the gods myself, young man. Don’t be silly. It all happened thousands upon thousands of years ago! What, you think the gods willed all this mountains, sand dunes, and horrid seas in days? Sheesh, people nowadays have no patience whatsoever. First, the gods of time proclaimed the world to begin so that the stars and the moons in the sky could turn. Winds began to blow across the world and allowed for clouds to gather.
When the clouds gathered, the God of Water appeared with all his mysteries in the world. He thundered down from the clouds and crashed into the desert sands! When the dust settled, a great spring of water was created, from which the seas emerged. The sea very nearly consumed all of Creation, if not for the timely arrival of the other gods, who created the mountains of stone and dirt from the swirling desert storms. The gods could not, however, affect the lands already claimed by the God of Water. That’s why the seabed is all sand, young man.
What? How did we come along? Oh that’s simple. The gods got together one day, put their heads together, and discussed how to divide creation. Of course the gods, being proud creatures, bickered over who should have the most lands. Eventually, they arrived on a great compromise. They would create Men, created in the Gods’ image, in order to inhabit our world. The people would be free to worship anyone, and the gods would, instead of fighting over lands, would seek the souls of all the people on this earth.
Hmm? What? How did the suns and the moons and the stars come from? Oh go to sleep, young man.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
The Priest of Igtnithal:
It came from the sea.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
The Elder of the Rinani People, who inhabits the mountains:
Hello there, traveler! What tales should I tell you today? Wow, Creation? That’s going to be a long story. Luckily for you, you came to the perfect man! You see, I was there with two other wise men when the Messenger from the Gods came from the heavens to explain it to us.
What? Who are the other two men? Oh that doesn’t matter.
Anyways, listen very carefully. You see… creation… don’t actually exist! Yeah, you heard me right. It doesn’t actually exist. Our world is a carefully crafted limbo set between our previous life and the next. When we die, we move on to the next world… and then the next… and then the next until we finally reach the True Creation, our paradise! But to have the chance to move on to the next, we first have to live a virtuous life to develop our souls! Else we are reincarnated into another body in this existence. Wanderer, I must urge you to live a virtuous life and cease your wanderings too. Where will you be once the God of Death comes to judge your soul?
What? Who made this kind of system? Oh well that’s the Creator of course. He willed it into existence so that the True Creation will only be inhabited by the most Virtuous and the Powerful of the souls.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
A drunken old man in the Kingdom of Peridor:
Wha-? Creation? Why the hell are you asking me for, young man? If I knew how Creation came into being, would I be here, drinking away my freaking sorrows? Whaddaya mean you don’t know who else to ask? Okay, okay, here’s what I’ve heard… Creation… is like a beer bottle.
Yeah, you heard me right. This freaking jar of beer. Tastes more like soup. INNKEEPER! YOUR BEER TASTES DISGUSTING! Whaddayamean it’s actually a bowl of soup? Oh. Right. Anyways, it’s like this jar of beer. It’s hard on the outside and seems like it’s mostly dirt, but it’s actually mostly water. And once you partake of it, you have this sudden sense of great joy and your troubles seems to melt away… and it also has a very good aerodynamic shape for throwing and I had a place where I was going with this metaphor but I forgot.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
A wanderer in the desert: Creation is kind of a mess.
Way Talitha explained to me, anything that you believe in has a chance of being true. Enough people believe, really believe in something, more likely it is that it will become retroactively true. So back in those days, people believed that the world was created from nothing and it was actually created from nothing.
Now we have a thousand different people with their personal stories about how the entire world came into being so all those different creation myths are canceling each other out and placing the entire thing in a really crappy limbo of a situation.
What? Talitha? Oh, yeah, I met her once. Caught her in a net, a cleverly designed trap if I may say so myself. That’s how I learned all of these things. Wish I haven’t though.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
So which one is true?
Answer to that is my tale, of course. I’ve also met Talitha and forced her to explain things to me in more detail… See, we were not the first ones to live on this earth. It was actually the Giants who lived on this earth before us. The gods that we know were mere children to the Great Primordial Gods who lived and ruled these giants.
The giants were a fierce yet cultured people, loved by Talitha and all other gods alike. The Giants worshipped all of the gods and the Great Primordials showered them back with love and gifts. The greatest gifts of them all, however, was the gift of Magic. See, overnight, the giants were suddenly able to wield powers as if they were gods as well!
For a while, things were well… until the giants grew too overconfident. The giants, on their dragon mounts, stormed the palace of the Gods themselves, seeking to take our lords’ seat of power. This rebellion against the gods was a miserable failure. The gods were disappointed. The Primordials were infuriated.
The Great Destroyer, who knew the values of life that he destroyed and still holding out love for the giants, refused to punish the giants for their transgressions, but the Creator disagreed. The Creator took the great Hammer of the Destroyer and swung it down upon the earth. In an instant, the Giant civilization ended. It was here when Talitha grew to be a cold witch that we know her as today. She kept on restarting the clock over and over again, hoping that she could somehow change the Creator’s mind this time or somehow save the giantkin from destruction. It was no use, the Creator’s will was indomitable and the giantkin’s fate was written in stone. For the first time, Talitha failed to cause a miracle. Her heart broke into pieces when she saw her favored race die a hundred million times. When she finally gave up, she could not care for anything at all anymore.
Then Men were created in order to replace the giantkin. We were made much smaller, much less intelligent, and much less quick than the giants. To keep us from rebelling, of course. However, Talitha did something special and wicked to spite the Primordials who destroyed the giants. She gave them the curse of Mystery. The men were made to forget how they were created, what kind of beings the gods and the Primordials were, and what was their intended role in the world was. Disgusted, the Primordials left our world to begin a new one elsewhere. That’s how we came to be.
Of course, you don’t have to believe me. Who says the gods know the truth too anyways?