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| Styx Barvakis, Dread Lord of the Dark |
"
Cold as a dying man's breath
who is
Lost and alone in the white abyss
The soul of the pilgrim precarious
That seeks for his Dread Lord Styx"
An Excerpt From an Interview with
Lord Styx
By an Author Unknown
R: Many rumors circulate the lands
as to your origins, Lord. Can you shed
some light on your past for the inquisitive souls of the land?
S: To those who ask my origins, I say how can a god have origins? How can
one explain that which has always been and will always be. There is no
probable way to begin. There were four in the beginning. Three now remain.
The goddess Xyza, the foolish Thrym, the chaotic Awrathre..and myself.
The darker part they would rather forget. Awrathre lost his faith and was
hurled from the heavens. Now we three reside on the thrones, preserving
the balance.
R: You speak of the balance of the lands, but how can there be a balance
when one of the highest gods thrones remains cold and empty?
S: I speak of the balance of good and evil, not chaos and law. Through
the levels of the pantheon, we have many views present. Many beliefs that
ultimately balance each other. Thus preserving the balance between law
and chaos.
R: We've gotten off subject..I apologize. You say you always have been
and always will be. But in the realm there is evidence of you being a
mortal?
S: There is. How can a god not enjoy his creation? I chose to take mortal
form for a brief period. I upset the balance...and thus ascended again
to the thrones.
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