Agrian Fellatoma Tzelara looked up from his reading, and sighed. It was tedious, but he tended to be forgetful, and so he studied constantly, and wrote down whatever he thought of at the time, lest it be lost into Pure Chaos, never to be known again. It was as his wife said: If it isn't written down, it never existed. That seemed to be the Tzel'toah motto, Agrian reflected. Remembering, he wrote this down.
"We Tzel'toah have obtained a great deal of knowledge in our existance, and as such, we have found reason to write this knowledge down. Perhaps one day our ancestors will read this, and become enlightened. And, perhaps, mortals shall read it, and they, too, shall be enlightened. Thus, our race as a whole strives to spread knowledge."
He looked it over. It was a bit incoherent, but he'd fix that part up later. The Tzel'toahan langauge was strange to most mortals, and not many could learn it. This forced Agrian to study Common. Though he was the best with it in the village, he was not as fluent as someone who was born with the language, and thus made mistakes frequently. Agrian sighed, and turned back to his reading. It was about the birth of the Tzel'toah, and was written in their languauge. It was a lovely tounge, at least in Agrian's mind. It flowed like a river, and was as fresh sounding as springtime. Agrian paused again, and wrote this on a separate piece of paper. He would put that in his book. Finally turning back to his reading, his eyes passed over the knowledge contained within. And thus, he was enlightened.
The birth of the Tzel'toah has long been in debate amongst the elders. Some say they were descended directly from the lesser gods, a failure in Primear's design. Others say that they were the first Mortals. One thing is certain, and that is the first Tzel'toah. Her name was Chaya, no surname. She was born of the shadow, lived in the shadow, and when countless aeons had passed, died in the shadow. However, upon her death, she ascended into godhood, leaving behind a number of offspring. All Tzel'toah were descended from Chaya, and her mating with a dragon, whose name was unknown. Chaya, or Tzelgami (goddess of shadows) as she was now known as, watched, and guided her race. It soon became apparent that this race was different from the other Mortals, and thus, they went into hiding. When the Gods fought each other, the Tzel'toah watched, and chronicled this. When the first human was born, the Tzel'toah recorded this. Upon the elves discovery of magic, there was a small celebration that the Tzel'toah threw over their village. However, they remained from mortal eyes.
Agrian nodded, understanding. And since then, they had remained in hiding, cloaking their village, and living in the desert. They had only seen ten mortals in their town's entire existance: Karov, the archangel, Kerov, the Archangel, Ara, the Ryuuzoku, Squintz Altec, or, as most Tzel'toah called him, The Second Kerov, Hakaril, the Archmage, Jak Snide, the Wizard, Rai'm, the Human, Will, the Ryujin, Alexstrasa the Flirtatious, the Demon, and Malachias the Vengeful, the Pit Lord.
Their names were recorded in the library somewhere, but Agrian had forgotten. The point of the matter was this: It was time to end their separation. Agrian was the leader now, and despite the fact he was only 518,342 years old, he felt he knew what was best for his people. Agrian stood. He would do this now. No more wasting time.
Edited by: Squintz Altec at: 6/8/03 9:59 pm