This is a compilation of all the histories, legends, mythologies and parables in the Bas Magdamar, the sacred text of Paxism.
Tale of the Stars
Every star in the sky was made by Noi, each individual jewel set in the crown of the firmament.
Every star was different. They appeared in the sky at different seasons, shone with different colours of light with varying brightness.
Every star had a name, an identity and a personality. They were all content to be as they were and to occupy the role that was made for them.
When the Tep rose, its light eclipsed every celestial being so completely, that their sparkle disappeared as if it had been extinguished. Nevertheless, they rejoiced when they saw the Tep for it reminded them of their Creator.
The stars would bow down and shout with joy, “Mighty is the Most Beneficent and the Most Merciful. Great is Noi, the creator of all things”.
Yet, then came the Bringer of Shadow, the Enemy of the Light, Borg. With the army of the Darkness, he and his hoards invaded the firmament seeking to extinguish the stars and smite the Olune and the Tep.
The stars conferred among themselves what to do.
The Kaythion and Kyrion Stars said unto the others, “I pray you. The Shadowbringer is too mighty, and the armies of the Maker do not have the strength to defeat him”.
The other stars were shocked by their utterances and were deeply distressed. But they watched, as the shadow spread across the universe. They beheld some stars become darkened, their light lost.
The Jovian Star called upon the other stars, “The army of the Silver City has not failed. The throne of the Most Marvelous remains and never failed”.
As the darkness encroached and the light of the Silver City seemed further away, some stars heeded the call of the Kaythion and Kyrion Stars and capitulated to the armies of the Shadowbringer.
Upon the Urth, the beasts and creatures that flew and crawled and climbed and swam, hid away. The shadows seemed to leap from the ground and enter every heart, filling the world with hopelessness and despair.
Minds were darkened as their actions seemed not their own, instead they were guided by a reassuring and gentle voice that concealed a deep and evil malice: the voice of Borg.
Brother turned on brother, cattle devoured meat, and beast lay with another in manner unnatural and defaming of the divinely set order. All that was good seemed to fade.
As the stars wavered, so too did the hearts of the good.
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