We are, all of us, music. 
We are, all of us, fire and song. 


While still babes in the womb, we know the song of the earth, the 
harmony of the spheres, 


and as children we look out to the golden lands beyond the hills. 
Ah, but so we forget 
And lose ourselves in the mists of life 
Where the story goes untold, 
And we forget the magic beneath our feet 
And our song is left a trailing note 
Hanging in the lonely wind. 
Sing! Sing, my friends! Burn brightly in the night, 
and sing ‘till the song’s ending and the dancing’s done. 

Over the last several years, | have slowly developed a patchwork 
canon within my body of work, offhandedly named the Djoricverse. 
This hub is an attempt to collect all of my related pieces into a single 
whole — revising out inconsistencies, expanding upon threads and 


characters, filling in blank spaces of the timeline, and overhauling 
plot arcs as needed. None 


The hub is a bit bare-bones now, and far from its finished state (| 
cannot guarantee anything), but | wanted to get it up to at least show 
some sense of direction. 


(Under Construction) 

The Eldest, the All-Death 

The Middle Brother, the Great Death 
The Youngest Brother, the Small Death 
The Scarlet King 

A’habbat 

Nahash, the Serpent 

Hakhama, the Broken Goddess 
Adam 

Hawwah 

Qayin 

Hevel 


Set 
(Under Construction) 
(Under construction) 


Legendarium 


The building blocks on which the world sits. 
Chapter 1: Verse 1 
Dust and Blood 
Beneath Two Trees 


Jeremiah and Deer’s Excellent 
Adventure 


One’s a time-travelling wizard. One’s a reincarnating scam artist. 
Together, they are crime. 


(Awaiting Construction) 


Et Tam Deum Petivi 


Sometimes, a normal life is all the miracle one needs. 


(Awaiting Revision) 


House of Crows 


There was a mistake. 


(Awaiting Construction) 


Adventures in Capitalism 


There’s a lot more to the good Doctor W. than just toys... 


(Awaiting revision and completion) 


A Canticle for Naomi 


In her mother's footsteps. 


Excerpt of an Autobiography 
Mud on the Carpet 


(Awaiting revision and expansion) 


Miscellanea 


There’s always a story somewhere, even if it’s not in the spotlight. 


A Funeral On Mars 
Across the Hills So Quiet 
The Grand Theological Game 
(Awaiting Revision and Expansion) 


Not Canon, but True 


Sometimes, what is true is not necessarily a fact. 


Stealing Solidarity: Phase 1 
Stealing Solidarity: Phase 2 
Stealing Solidarity: Phase 3 
Stealing Solidarity: Phase 4 
Stealing Solidarity: Epilogue 


Theophany 


This is the end. Farewell. 
(Awaiting Construction) 


When We Came Home 


Dust and Blood 


In the time when The Tree of Knowledge was planted, all things 
were given form. Even the deep waters of the Darkness Below and 
the vaults of Darkness Above took shape and form, and many elder 
gods were born of them. Of these gods, whose names are oft 
forgotten, there was Khahrahk. 


Khahrahk was not great upon his formation: in truth he was small. 
He crawled around in the darkness of the abyss, but unlike his 
brothers and sisters, he knew himself and knew the abyss. So 
blessed and cursed by awareness, he felt pain and loneliness, and 
looked beyond the depths: but the thought of the light and the shade 
of the tree pained him more. Existence was pain, and he would have 
no part of it. It would be better to not exist. It would be better for all 
things not to exist. 


Upon this vow, he consumed his brothers and sisters, and grew 
strong on their essences. This act, this first sin of Knahrahk, caused 
him greater pain as he himself grew greater. He grew blind by his 
pain. So great was his spite and so absolute his hate, that he cursed 
the Creation and its Creator, and vowed to destroy the Tree and all 
that it supported in its branches and roots. 


He clawed his way up to his throne on the bones of his fellow gods 
in those dark aeons. Many other gods born of the Darkness Below 
died in these times, or chose to leave those shadowed realms to 
work within Creation. Those that remained grew old and powerful, 
but they were bound in subjugation under Khahrahk. 


When there were no more gods to subjugate in the lower realms, 
Khahrahk declared himself King of the Darkness Below, and took 
the name Khnith-hgor, and set the boundaries of his kingdom. This 
kingdom he built to bring utter despair to those who lived among the 
Tree and its roots and branches, to share his pain with all of 
Creation as he destroyed it. He diverted many souls to his realm, 
delivering pain untold upon them as they were stayed from their true 


rest. 


With the borders of his realm set down, the King declared his war. 
His servants, and there were many, those birthed of the Darkness 
Below or those that had fallen to the King’s service, surged out of his 
kingdom, and there was war with Creation. This war continues to 
this day, and shall not end until the end of all things. 


Of the gods the King had subjugated, Sanna was considered to be 
the wisest and most beautiful. She had not remained in the King’s 
realm willingly, but her escape had been prevented by circumstance. 
She obeyed the king with her words, but not with her soul, and for 
this goodness she is mourned. 


With the war declared, the King took Sanna by force, and lay with 
her for seven days and seven nights, until the Mother of Those 
Beneath Us was broken beneath the King. When this was 
completed, he rose in her blood, and was from then on known as 
Shormaush Urdal - the Scarlet King. 


Seven children were born of Sanna, seven daughters of the Scarlet 
King emerging from her broken womb. The King saw this, and took 
them by force to be his brides. Upon the seven brides the King put 
seven seals, so that they might never die as Sanna had died. With 
them, the King gave rise to seven ranks of abominations, seven 
orders of Leviathans, who became his most beloved servants, who 
march at the front of his war. 


Of the seven, this can be said: 


The first bride was A’tivik. She was beloved of the King, though her 
children were few. For her loyalty, her children were made wise 
above all others, and knew well the ways of war. By their hands, 
they guided the war, and lead to victory. 


Her seal was vaduk, “dominion”, for just as she sought dominion, so 
she was dominated. 


The second bride was A’ghor. A great hole was rent in her soul that 
she could not fill, and so she despaired and wept. She brought forth 
many children, and her children brought forth armies in a tide 


unthinking, to go forth and conquer. 


Her seal was kifenn, “longing”, for neither the King nor her children 
could provide what she sought. 


The third bride was A’distat. She had a great hatred of her sisters 
and brought ruin upon all she surveyed, and blasphemed upon 
sacred ground. Her children ride out to declare the triumph of the 
King, drowning battlefields in blood and ash, spreading pestilence 
and fear in their wake. 


Her seal was hezhum, “desolation”, for she was wiped bare, and the 
furrows of her soul were salted. 


The fourth bride was A’zieb. She was vast and powerful, and terrible 
to behold, taking the form of a great beast. Her children were like 
her, and feared no weapon nor magical spell, for their injuries were 
healed, and their hides impenetrable. 


Her seal was ba, “wrath”, for by her hate she was forever bound in 
conflict. 


The fifth bride was A’nuht. She was strong in mind, though frail in 
body. Her children were wise in the ways of magic, and created 
great destruction. But because of their power, the King had them 
crippled, so that they might not rise up against him. 


Her seal was ner, “lack”, for her thirst and the thirst of her children 
was never quenched. 


The sixth bride was A’tellif. She spoke not, and held herself private. 
Her children could change their faces and move about unseen, and 
walk among Creation unknown. They opened Ways between worlds, 
and made way for the war to spread. 


Her seal was usheg, “hidden”, for she was lost in shadow. 


The seventh bride was A’habbat. She was the smallest and weakest 
of the seven, but she was not broken utterly by the King, and was 
horrified by her state. Her children walked on two legs, and were 
mighty hunters and heroes: she taught them in secret, hoping that 
they might destroy the children of her sisters and overthrow the 


King. They are few, and they have failed. 


Her seal was xokib, “hope”, for she was doomed to know of what 
she could not achieve. 


The seven brides sealed forever, the legions of their children spread 
out, and added their strength to the war. Worlds that had resisted 
the dark gods of the King fell under the weight of ceaseless assault. 
The roots of the tree rotted, festered with the King’s spawn. The 
Ways became treacherous and poisoned, to where travel could only 
be made by the blessed, the brave, and the mad. The King’s realm 
grew fat with damned souls, and the Places of Rest waned in 
strength: Few souls managed to escape that fate, but even in death 
many still fought. 


Many gods fell to the service of the King: The grinding machinery of 
the Factory, who consumed all, leant its mindless strength in blood 
and steel. The King on the Gallows, He Who Was Hung, tore at the 
Tree’s knowledge from within. The Prince of Many Faces warped 
the wills of mortals, and Moloch the Horned One brought forth their 
shame. Many more whose names have been erased also served. 
The King’s many mortal servants recreated the establishment of his 
line in living effigy. 


It shall not be said that the King was unopposed in his conquests. 
Many gods and heroes among mortals struck back at the invasions 
of their worlds, serving under countless banners. But they fell, in 
time, and their ages are past, and they are as blood and dust. 


The King and his armies approach the Taproots, the center worlds, 
in all his wrath, and all his hate, and all his spite. He reaches out to 
corrupt and consume and destroy. Even now his presence is felt. 
Time slips away. The Brass Goddess is broken, the Serpent has 
fled. The heroes are gone. The children of A’habbat have been 
slaughtered to the last. The King’s servants are already here, 
making straight the path for his arrival. 


With this arrival the Tree shall die, and all creation shall die with it. 


High above, the brothers of Death watch the war unfold, hovering 
over the depths. As they always have. They know the outcome of 


the war, for they are the end of all things, but they do not speak of it. 


There is little more to be said. 


Beneath Two Trees 


In the age after the great Yeren fell on the Day of Flowers, in the 
days before the Flood, there was a man who lived in the West of the 
world, in the region between two rivers, and his name was Adam. 
He was chief of his tribe, and was considered by all to be a fair and 
just ruler, wise in word and admirable in deed. His tribe was barefoot 
and dust-bitten, herding their humble flocks between the ancient 
monolith-cities of the West. They were a hardy people, withstanding 
many trials and hardships, defeating mighty monsters and working 
glorious deeds in the name of the All-Mighty. 


When Adam was thirty-five years old, having reigned as chief of his 
tribe for fifteen years, he came upon a hidden valley, which was 
fertile and abundant with life. His people, tired of their wanderings, 
asked that they remain there in the valley and live then in peace and 
prosperity, and to this request Adam agreed. 


Within the valley, amongst the many animals and fruiting plants that 
lived there, two trees stood in the center of the garden. These trees 
were the Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge, and they were 
watched by their twin guardians, the brother and sister who had 
stood guard since the time of the First Children of Yesod, many 
ages before even the Yeren. 


The guardian of the Tree of Knowledge was Nahash, the Serpent, 
who was later named the Adversary, who kept watch over its secret 
power. He spoke of all the wonders that might be accomplished with 
the Tree’s power, and would test man’s skill and spirit. 


The guardian of the Tree of Life was Hakhama, the Great Voice, 
who was later named Sophia, kept watch over its gifts. She taught 
the proper use of knowledge, and methods by which life might be 
extended through copper and bronze, and would speak often the 
directives of the All-Mighty. 


Here Adam now reigned as chief among the People of the Two 


SCP-753: Automatic Artist 


Item #: SCP-753 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-753 is currently contained 
at Sector-28, located on SCP-753 is to be contained ina 
6m x 6m holding cell, monitored by surveillance cameras at all 
times. SCP-753 is to be provided with five (5) litres of each primary 
color of paint each day, along with twenty-four (24) standard painting 
canvases. All paintings created by SCP-753 are to be recorded by 
research staff. 


In the event that SCP-753 attempts to destroy itself, security 
personnel are to restrain SCP-753 and await further orders from 
Research Staff present. 


Description: SCP-753 is a highly advanced automaton 
approximately ten (10) centimeters across, six (6) centimeters wide 
and eight (8) centimeters tall. SCP-753 possesses two (2) pincer- 
like limbs protruding from its main circular body, which it uses to 
slowly move itself across the ground. This is likely due to SCP-753's 
locomotive functions having been damaged at an unknown point in 
its history. 


At the center of SCP-753's body is a red sensory organ similar in 
structure to that of the human eye. SCP-753's eye appears to be 
organic, but it is likely artificially produced. This eye is also 
damaged, leaving SCP-753 partially blind. A ‘Marshall, Carter and 
Dark Ltd.’ logo has been engraved on SCP-753's back. 


Interior analysis of SCP-753 shows that it moves using a 
rudimentary nervous system, coordinated by an extremely small 
spherical ‘brain’. Above SCP-753's body is a small 'receiver', the 
purpose of which is currently unknown. SCP-753 appears ignorant 
of its surroundings, and does not recognize the presence of 


Trees. He interpreted the edicts of the Voice for his people, and was 
gifted with the fruits of both, as was his wife, Hawwah. The two bore 
three sons, whose names were Hevel, Qayin, and Set. 


Hevel became the protector and champion of the People of the Two 
Trees and carried with him the Tumbling Blade, which was both 
mercy and justice. He was a simple man who spoke little, but he 
was greatly skilled in combat and he defended the valley and the 
People from the beasts and demons that wandered the desert. 


Qayin his brother was gifted in magic and storytelling, and became a 
great shaman. He would one day become chief of the tribe, and was 
held in high regard, equal to his brother Hevel. 


Set was often forgotten by the passers of stories, for he was a 
humble man and never rose to the prominence of his brothers. He 
turned his mind away from martial glory and magical prowess, 
focusing instead upon the natural philosophies and the service of 
the poor. 


Now the Serpent, who guarded the Tree of Knowledge and knew the 
secrets of deep magic, had looked to the East, and saw in those 
regions a brewing shadow. A new power was rising within an 
ancient kingdom, a power that swallowed all in its path. Old gods 
had been uncovered, and all their terrible rites now knew public 
practice. Most horrible of all, the Serpent saw the Scarlet King rising 
from the depths of the Abyss, rising to consume all of creation. The 
Serpent saw this, and, frightened at how the All-Mighty could permit 
such a thing to exist, then acted of his own will. He wished to strike 
first, to cut down the shadow of the Daevas before it could spread 
too far, to cut off the reaching hands of the Scarlet King before they 
could spread their foul influence further.