Scream in Prayer, Here comes Baleful Glare
Oh no- Oh no- Asazi watch Out For The Stars!
Oh We dont know…What to do… Asazi is Dead
Oh dear here comes another! Intlekele Can Only Watch.
Oh What to do?! Intlekele is shattered…
Oh Here come the Baleful Stars- Slain Our Moons
Now they plummet, now they implode, oh crater they wrought.
Oh Floods They Come! Oh Dear oh No here we drown-
Death come this day, this Day of Wyrmwood.
Two Moons were lost, for Sertha used to have five. Rezene, Nkosi, and Bhekimuzi used to have more siblings.
Asazi and Intlekele are absent. Reduced to rubble by the Balestars during The Day of Wyrmwood. This event
drowned the planet Sertha in sorrow and in water. The losses of life and culture in the aftermath of Wyrmwood were
immense and their scale still unknown.
Balefire, a still relatively unknown thing. But a few things are very clear. One: Balefire is a necromantic agent. Whatever it
burns it burns fast, and as the flesh is chased away by the fire. The flesh regrows to be burnt anew. Causing the affected to
thrash wildly as they burn for Hours unable to die. Two: When they do eventually die. Their bodies freeze in the position of
their last death throws. Oddly, more oft than not in a position that invokes feelings of acceptance, prayer, or reflection.
Yet of course, there are always those frozen in a rictus of agony.
Dragomii have and have always had, a strained relationship with the stars. From being the cause of their fall, to
enslaving them in Starships. Yet they are not the sole agitators in this toxic relationship. For many are said to
have been targeted by the stars- in era’s past and era’s modern. Sometimes a Star will fall, and strike someone.
Leaving them dead, possessed, or riddled with debris. Besides, a malevolent presence can sometimes be gleamed by
looking at the stars, as if one is being watched. And perhaps, they were being watched. At least they were during
the beginning of the commissioning of Alabraxia. As during the laying out and drafting of plans, did the Balestars
strike.
The First Balestar struck during the night. Lighting the skies up in baleful green. And tearing through Asazi
before striking and imploding where they planned to build Alabraxia. Carving a vast crater and erecting sharp
mountains. Yet none could approach the impact site. For necromantic balefire raged all across- radiation
bloomed over the landscape. Poisoning the air and water, causing the forests and animals to recede. Chaos
reigned in the first hour after the First Star struck. And to their growing horror, the sky soon lit up
green once more. And Intlekele was shattered, all braced for another impact yet none came. For The
Second Star buried itself deep in Kajir. And for a long while, they thought they had avoided the worst
of The Day of Wyrmwood. They did not.
Disorder and chaos all around in the immediate aftermath. The Balefire spread fast and lended no mercy.
Each impact sent shockwaves all about Sertha and several lines of animals were extincted. Yet, by some
miracle, things were not worse. But they certainly weren’t okay. The tides were thrown into Chaos
and the world was drowned. So much was lost during this period, and much hate was bestowed upon the Stars.
But they endured. They withstood, and they remembered that day.
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With two moons obliterated, one smoking crater, and one hole punched through the ground. With chaos reigning as parts of the
moons fell down to Sertha. Balefire wildfires started in Talsmajir, but did not last long. For the tides came in with divine
fury. The water so salty so unsweet dragged all down to drown. Not even the cascars desert was safe from this divine judgement.
For the waves rolled over the singing deathsands, bringing ecological obliteration. It is said the mighty Djarr'kîrvé-wyer’s
drowned in drear death. Even their elders falling to the liquid flooding their arid habitat. The seas rolled into the smoking
crater of Talsmajir, and while the water contained wild balefire- The purest of the flames; The Crater Flames lit the ocean
ablaze. And a chain reaction followed. For like an infection so pure so vile. Did the crater flame spread. Bringing radiation
and boiling the water beneath it. Fish died en masse. Entire groups of species annihilated. And the three great titans of the
water, Scylla, Charybdis, and Azaeroth were all scorned by the crater fire. Burned and maimed.
Kajir, who thought they had the worst of it. Soon found the small amount of crater fire they had managed to put out around the
hole punched into their mountain; was back on their dorestop as the ocean aflame came rolling in. And whilst they could hide on
their highest mountains, food was in high demand. And then came raining down remnants of the moons. Like artillery did it carve
away at their numbers. And with each bout of rubble did it bring what they called the Moonfire. Balefire at its highest
concentration. A nightmare like no other. And all around, this moonfire fell with pieces of the moons. Purification.
During the time where the balefire burned bright. Where those involved died due to radiation, there was
inspiration. For there was destruction so pure, its memory lasted ages. Some turned to cultish worship of
the stars. Thinking that if they became submissive- perhaps this would not happen again. Others called to
flee underground. Calling the night sky but a thing with many eyes. And then there were those who took the
Day of Wyrmwood personally. Those who first ordained the idea that they should enslave the stars, one way
or another. Others thought of Balefire as a cleansing agent, as divine fire to purge them of their sins.
This would later culminate in The Cult of Balefire Redemption years ago after the immediate end of
The Black Crusade.
Long after the day, after the Regions had formed and two had fallen. One named Balefras took divine
inspiration as he heard of trouble in Arkhan. Knowing world war was soon to fall he took to crafting a bomb.
One to rival the stars and bring back the name of Wyrmwood to the then modern era. And bring back the notion
of Wyrmwood he did. For as The Black Crusade advanced, as trouble in Arkhan became trouble around the world.
Did they have to test the bomb, have to annihilate one of their cities to prevent the Shivuhound from taking
it. The end result was magnificent- so very beautiful the way the world lit up in green as he perverted the
atom. And even more terrifying was the scale of destruction, and harrowing the sacrifices they had to make.
For they could not evacuate that city. And thus, decimated city Salzkin and her citizens were annihilated by
necromantic balefire. Creating perfectly preserved statues in the newly named, City of The Silent. Balefras,
distraught by this, later comminited suicide by blowing himself up with a smaller Balefire bomb.
