Disciples of the Void, hear the Whispers in the Words:
Its was the glorious Empire of our masters that stirred fear within the world itself. The soul a powerful entity slumbered and from her dreams did the Gods show nightmares unimaginable and terrors extreme. All truths of what her glorious purpose would be once the Divine touch of the Void reached her. But even in this time of Pure Darkness, the cursed light returned.
Unjust and cruel beings known only as titans arrived and came to blows. “We are Azeroth’s salvation. Begone maggots that crawl upon the ground.” This was the command that these false beings dared to command upon our masters. “This is not your world to save, for you have no claim here.” Said the masters. It was the titans that mocked the truth that was not their claim. Azeroth was made in the Voids womb of despair and was to be reshaped as its perfect form.
Thus, the Gods went to war against the machinations of these titan beings. They did not wish to understand our masters or gaze into their depths to understand true madness. Instead, they sent forth their order upon our Empire and sent it crumbling with each passing wave.
It was the Master of Vices, our Lord Y’Shaarj that mocked the titans naming them in the Great Beyond as False Pretenders and calling them the Destroyers of Truth. We name them the False Pretenders eternally and shun their order on the world. The False Pretenders funneled their power into one and from above reached into the sky and pulled our Lord from the ground.
The sky rained twilight and acid as they tore apart our master among their presence, the cries of our God became many and drenched the land in Shadows. In their act of pride, they tried to draw the life energies from the world we claimed.
Their pride became their downfall for they could not usurp our glorious Empire or our world, thus they sent servants of stone and metal to crush our armies and imprison our Pantheon within Azeroth. One by one the remaining Gods were unjustly captured and chained by their power. We curse these chains and the light that banished the Black Empire from the lands.
“Our Wills remain strong and our desire to return to Madness remain for no chain can hold us Destroyers of Truth.”
Spoke the remaining trio of gods whose tears bathed their prisons in eternal Void. Their music silenced, and the world lost without knowing its final truth. For now, the False Pretenders and their army brought down the glory of a world of Void, and paved the way for the cursed Light.
We remember in dreams the glory of once was and will forever return one day.
From the Whispers in the Words, let these Truths be told.
