In large, longer events, we often post documents part-way through, or after anything major happens. That first post was made on July 10th. This one came four days later, on the 14th.

Subj: “…then to Death and Sleep, and to the brood of Dreams”

~ The unicorns that were massed around the interior perimeter began to fall to the ground, dead, one by one… - Mythos, “Twilight of the Gods?” ~[Quote from the Achaean Mythos]

The following is taken from a little-known late chapter in the War of Humanity, translated from High Tsol’aa:

In the aftermath of the great war between the gods on Nishnatoba, the gentle Goddess of sleep and dreams walked the blooded fields wrapped in a shroud of silence. Tears glistened upon her cheeks.

Though harsh winds raged all about her, driven to a frenzy by the tremendous amounts of magical energy expended there of late, no wind dared to touch the goddess as she wandered, weeping. Her delicate feet trod softly upon the countless corpses fallen in battle, leaving nary a mark upon their shattered frames.

After some time, a radiant man swathed in black silks materialised and strode alongside the goddess, matching her slow perambulation pace for pace.

“Whence springs such melancholy, sister?” Thoth asked, resting his pale hand comfortingly upon the goddess’s delicate shoulder. “Come, join the celebrations. Victory is ours.” [There had been a war in the heavens over humanity, with three Gods secretly corrupted by one of the aspects of Chaos and urged to rebel against the leadership of the Gods. The rebellion was eventually crushed.]

Valnurana turned her head and gazed at Thoth with shadowed eyes. “We have paid a high price for victory, have we not? The unicorns, the magnificent creatures, are lost forevermore. I loved them dearly, as you well know.”

“Have you forgotten to whom you speak?” asked the God of Death, amused.

“Their souls are not lost to me.”

Valnurana glanced again at Thoth, a sudden light shining in her eyes. “Yield them to my care, brother,” she pleaded. “Release their shades unto me, to run free in the wilderness of dreams.”

Thoth raised one eyebrow. “That is an… unusual request. You spoke of high prices, dear one; this may bear more than you wish to pay.”

It is known only to the God of Death and the Goddess of Dreams what covenant was struck at that time, but at long last, Thoth was satisfied.

Thoth said, his tone ringing clarion with the voice of divine prophecy: “Very well. These souls do I give unto you. All but one, for one male shall I keep. His soul shall be mine until the day that the night swallows up the sun and the moon.”

“And after?”

“You may have him then,” Thoth said, smiling, “but you may not know him.”

[…to be continued]