FOREWORD:
Esteemed Postulant of Rasmuno Lasfitot,
The golden, benign sunlight of Carcossa welcomes all who wish to study, and learn our ways of tranquility. It is our way to seek order in all things, and to subject them to the scales of balance, finding their place in the cosmos. Yet, many are those who refuse our offer, who revel in the discord and chaos of the outside world, seeking greater highs and lowest lows in and endless quest for satisfaction...
But chief, and most dangerous among them, are those closest to our own.
Our "family", so to speak.
Much has been said already of the accursed followers of Volkruss, bringers of destruction and pandemonium. Their unforgivable sin of sinking our beloved Carcossa into the sea, through which we were only saved by the intervention of our patron, shall forever be etched into our hearts...
But, this tome sets its eyes on our patron's other sibling, who peddles a different, yet no less abhorrent form of disruption and distortion. We speak of course, of the adherents of Gizos Gragios, Evil God of Creation.
While the archives of Carcossa are filled with the learnings of our great sages, insights and words of wisdom seeking harmony in all things, those who follow Gragios horde information ravenously. All that is lost exists merely to be reclaimed. All that dies will live again. Gragios is the patron of scientists, artists, and those in the deepest despair, yet who cling to the most important thing of all.
"Hope".
To the unwary, this may sound innocuous - perhaps, even, benign. The promise of "hope", the dream of something better, or to reclaim one's youth, a lost love, or avenge an ancient wrong, is as alluring as the sweetest honey.
Yet make no mistake: to resign one's soul to Gragios' clutches is to invite the deepest and most profound despair imaginable.
Tread with great care in your learning, for even among our kind, the God of Creation's power over others is not to be underestimated.
Blessed be the peacemakers.
Signed,
Pontiff Cassilda
The golden, benign sunlight of Carcossa welcomes all who wish to study, and learn our ways of tranquility. It is our way to seek order in all things, and to subject them to the scales of balance, finding their place in the cosmos. Yet, many are those who refuse our offer, who revel in the discord and chaos of the outside world, seeking greater highs and lowest lows in and endless quest for satisfaction...
But chief, and most dangerous among them, are those closest to our own.
Our "family", so to speak.
Much has been said already of the accursed followers of Volkruss, bringers of destruction and pandemonium. Their unforgivable sin of sinking our beloved Carcossa into the sea, through which we were only saved by the intervention of our patron, shall forever be etched into our hearts...
But, this tome sets its eyes on our patron's other sibling, who peddles a different, yet no less abhorrent form of disruption and distortion. We speak of course, of the adherents of Gizos Gragios, Evil God of Creation.
While the archives of Carcossa are filled with the learnings of our great sages, insights and words of wisdom seeking harmony in all things, those who follow Gragios horde information ravenously. All that is lost exists merely to be reclaimed. All that dies will live again. Gragios is the patron of scientists, artists, and those in the deepest despair, yet who cling to the most important thing of all.
"Hope".
To the unwary, this may sound innocuous - perhaps, even, benign. The promise of "hope", the dream of something better, or to reclaim one's youth, a lost love, or avenge an ancient wrong, is as alluring as the sweetest honey.
Yet make no mistake: to resign one's soul to Gragios' clutches is to invite the deepest and most profound despair imaginable.
Tread with great care in your learning, for even among our kind, the God of Creation's power over others is not to be underestimated.
Blessed be the peacemakers.
Signed,
Pontiff Cassilda