The Desecration

### Result

Mortals created, death of quadrillions, magic introduced into Trea, several eruptions of Tre'Ataat.

Commanders| * Ouros,
* Calabor,
* Uulun Kaan,
* Meriala,
* Tanat,
* Corvenus
* Erokan (Before the Battle of Tre'Ataat}
* Yrrn
* Aatanen
* Atrophia
* Thros
* Erokan (After the Battle of Tre'Ataat)

**The Desceration War** is the name giving to the ongoing eternal conflict between the Gods of Odem and the Gods of Akat, which began after Anatal's fall to madness.

## Events of The Desceration

### ***The Fall of Anatal***

*Before Time*

   Before time and before mortals roamed the lands of Moro, the divine brothers, Anatal and Ouros were constantly at odds fighting to see who could covet the most knowledge. Ouros undertook this journey in a scholarly manner, systematically and empirically learning about the world through observation and creation. He travelled the cosmos, looking to every world and every star, rooting out the meanings of the world from across the universe. Anatal, was impatient and knew he could never hope to learn more than his brother, so he endeavered to learn the secrets of the universe through very different means. Anatal pulled at the weave of the world, ripping it apart to see what lay within. When he pried the essence of the universe apart he saw a different universe altogether hidden within, a dark, twisted and monsterous reality opposite of the current one. Enthralled by its secrets he entered into the place between realities and was stricken stiff with fear when he was confronted by ancient entities in the darkness who offered him a solution to his problem. Terrified but eager he returned to his own reality with his new artifact, a tome which would later be known as The Fifty-Five Blasphemies. On each of the fifthy pages was said to contain a Blasphemous secret that could destroy the Gods and reality itself.

The secrets of the Fifty-Five Blasphemies gnawed at Anatal and the weight of its dark knowledge beared down on him with the crushing weight of a thousand suns. He could not bear the weight of knowing the secrets that were held within those pages and it consumed his mind polluting every thought he had, and clawed away at his divinity. Anatal, couldn't contain the blasphemous truth held within and descended onto Trea to attempt to contain the powers they held. He built numerous constructs, each trying to contain the pages, so their contents would never be seen by another. He built countless creations as his mind and immortal body was slowly withering at the weight of the Blasphemous Truth. Hundreds of monuments, tombs and vaults were built, but none could contain his madness. His final creation, The Pillar of the Broken God finally succeded in containing the tome. Scattered throughout the near infinitely winding halls of the dark library was the pages of the Fifty-Five Blasphemies.

Content with his knowledge safeguarded away in the Pillar, Anatal in his maddening fear built an impervious fortress in the centre of Trea, where no being, mortal or God could get to him. Muttering to himself mad incantations and paranoid thoughts his voice echoed against the fortress, and indeed no God could get to him. Ouros tried to understand what power had overcome his brother, but Anatal's insanity defied any reason. Although Anatal was safe from any God, that which hunted him was no God, the entities who bestowed upon him the Fifty-Five Blasphemies reached out from their place between realities and dragged Anatal through it ripping Anatal, his fortress and a huge portion of the surface of Trea alongside him in a huge cataclysmic event. The event was so violent and sudden that the place in which Anatal's Fortress once stood became the super volcano Tre'Ataat, bubbling with the fire of Anatal's madness and infused with the evil of distant realties.

The gaping hole between realities after Anatal's Fall introduced the origin of Evil into Trea and created the most fundamental force of life and death on the planet, Tre'Ataat.

> *"In his failure he had nothing. In his greed, he sought everything. The walls of the Universe grew thin as his jealousy flared for his brother's wisdom. The world was blank to him, he sought to colour it with his madness where knowledge lay abandoned. Stars moaned and suns croaked as Anatal's fingers ripped them apart looking at what lay within. One after another he tore them apart to peer into them. But his wisdom was shallow as a shadow and he discarded sun after sun, world after world ripped apart and forgotten like empty shell nuts in the bleak nothingness of the cosmos. Finally, the secrets of the stars grew hollow before him and no longer would he find his answers hidden therein. The knowledge of this reality was inchoate and dull, and so he sought new secrets and a new reality. With the husks of a thousand stars drained frigid at his feet he threw his arms wide into the infinite reaches of the universe. His arms spanned galaxies, with his shining fingers of starstuff stretching on for eternity. In each hand, at either end of the universe, he grasped tight two dark stars that even light could not escape. He threw his head back and with a roar against the nothingness he brought together the two dark stars with a bellowing bang. Shockwaves scattered forth to each corner of the cosmos ripping apart a gigantic schism in space like a curtain drawn apart. Anatal, peering in saw the solution to his sorrows ... but the founding of his fears."*
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### ***The Birth of Velern***

*Before The Age of Flames*

> *He stands unmoving, like a stout oak, so dark that it seems his existence would snuff out the light of the entire universe around him. His dark face shrouded beneath the folds of his robe, and his hands meekly joined together. He stands there so still and peacefully you would not think he was the end of all things. The ender of gods, the bane of all mortals, of all life, all matter, all things that were and all things that will be. He is the entropy of the universe, the slow withering death of all things, the conclusion of time itself, the causal finality of all fate, the final word in every story, the final note in every song... the final face anybody ever sees. When everything in all universes and all of time is cold, motionless and forgotten he will still walk amongst the emptiness, after it all, with his dark robe and those burning eyes. When even time itself falls wounded at his feet gasping its final breath, he will still stand there in silent victory in a universe of nothingness. And after he sees the end of all things and the universe crumbles to him; after it all he will begin again, forging a universe out of nothingness. Plucking stars from the vacuum of space, bringing planets to life from the memories of ancient worlds and shaping the very concepts of reality from his cold hands. He is Ouros, the beginning, He is Velern the end.*
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### ***Battle of Hadaar***

*140,000 Years Ago*

> *A thousand, thousand bodies stained the lunar battlefield, cut down by Yrrn and her undying rage! Piles of broken gods lay at her feet as she thundered forward, hungry for more. But there was none left to satisfy her bloodthirst, all who opposed her lay mutilated. There was no escape, no hope, no chance against Yrrn. All the forces of Calabor, shining and radiant could not stand against her foul strength, and the battle was lost. The gate of Akat, sheltered on the pale ivory moon of Hadaar, was protected and nothing could pass beyond her frenzied wrath. From that day on the ivory moon of Hadaar was stained forevermore a crimson red, painted entirely with the divine blood of her enemies, the blood of the gods who dared face The Mother of War.*
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