The adventures of Tor and the Darisians
A leather-bound tome, noted to have been copied by scribe several times in order to preserve the integrity and artistry of the piece, rests in the Akrinus Chamber of the Temple of Lies and has done so for more centuries than any can remember. The vellum pages reek with age but boast such feats of calligraphy as to be considered a masterpiece. The literature takes the form of an epic poem that oscillates between direct narrative and verses of complex depth and polysemy.
Tor, the hero of the poem, is a homunculus of a man, forged from materials that would both serve to protect him and defile his enemies. A pantheon of daemonic patrons, an alliance of the malefic, planned his life out as the hero of his people, the Darisians. Enemy city-states surround Daris, populated by cultists of false gods who see the pantheon of Daris as a threat to the world itself. The deamon-gods of Daris value the strong, the cunning, and man’s will against the righteousness, piety, and meekness touted by the false gods. Tor stumbles upon the lairs of mythological monsters, sails hostile seas beset by storm, and conceives plots of cruel conquest in the arenas of human politics and desire in the many cities he encounters on his journeys. These adventures read more like a collection of stories than a chronological narrative and at times it is hard to follow where one ends and another begins. In the end, though, Tor succeeds in extending the dominion of Daris over the defiled lands of his enemies.
The daemon pantheon was wise when crafting Tor’s half-mortal soul, however. In order to prevent him from becoming so powerful that he should threaten their sovereignty, they forged in him a seed of desire that would grow over time, a desire for tyranny over men. The eventual corruption of his soul led to a means of destroying him. As a being of great power that could otherwise rival the daemonic fathers, he would instead focus on taking power over man and ultimately die a puppet of his very own creators. Interestingly, much of this manuscript is missing, leaving the copy of the Torestus incomplete, a compilation of stories rather than a conjoined narrative. For example, the explanation of this seed of corruption occurs at the beginning of the text and the last several pages are missing, leaving the story—and details of Tor’s fate—a mystery.
Until recently, the text remained on a high shelf out of the Mendacious Oracle’s view. It was by chance that he decided to search that part of the chamber to revisit some other tomes and stumbled across the tome. His readings initiated a series of powerful visions, which yielded revelation of a prophecy; Tor and his adventures were an analogy for a great seer who would rise and come to Kymerus, and then a great seer would fall. If the one who falls is the seer who arose or not is a mystery; the seer’s fate, like that of Tor himself, is a mystery.
The Mendacious Oracle awaits the coming of the prophecy with great apprehension, as he has sensed the future of the Screaming Vortex hinges upon it’s fulfillment.