26th Day of Ojo Didi in the Fourth Month of Snow's Fall
4380 A.G.G. (253 Years Ago; Mundus Reckoning)
The Lands of Omëÿocån, Ërëwħon Basilica
The Fourth Region of the Dįvįnë Realm of Ëmpÿrë
It should be understood that some of the following passages may not be entirely accurate as they weren't transcribed as they were spoken. They've been translated here for ease of reading. Because of this, unfortunately, some things may be lost in the translation from the original Ångëlįc to common.
Translated passages will be indicated by the use of bold print.
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On the Subject of the Ǻngëlįc Choirs
In the years following the Great Rebellion and Lumå'įl's fall, the Ǻngëlįc authority found itself in a position where it had to be reconstituted. Especially in the wake of the birth of the new God and the creation of the Drågon race. Hence was formed the Choirs of the Ǻngëlįcs.
During the golden years of the Drågons, amongst the multitudes of the majestic creatures that existed between the living world and the here-after, there were twenty and one specific Drågons who were chosen by Sånįgron to walk the Dįvįnë Planes almost exclusively. Ones who were considered to be of the highest and most influential of the Dįvonësë; chosen from among the first of their kind. Of these, nine were paired with the highest ranking Ǻngël of each of the nine Ǻngëlįc Orders, and the others were paired with the Ǻngëls who were given governorship of the twelve principal domains.
But as it is with any hierarchy, between these prominent Ǻngëls and Drågons of the Ǻngëlįc Orders and the Principals, there still had to be guidance. The ones who lead. And so, from among them were chosen four beings who would lead the Choirs in all things. Two pairs. A pair who spoke with the overall voice of the Orders, and a pair that spoke with the voice of the Principals...
Unfortunately, the Choirs of the Ǻngëlįcs hadn't been the same since the Ten and Five Year Wars; for the battle's destruction had spread to all things. And as a result, there were a great many seats that now stood empty...
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Zåkÿntħos
Walking alongside his ma'jong companion, Zåkÿntħos moved from the unspeakably lavish antechamber in which he'd sat dreaming, through the set of impossibly large wooden doors that Tå'Sånnun led him to. Doors which were opened smoothly and soundlessly by Benevolent Spirits at their approach; allowing them to feast their eyes on the open air chambers of the Choirs.
The "room", which sat on the eastern portion of Ërëwħon Basilica's precipice, stood high above the gently rolling plains of Omëÿocån. Beautifully carved pillars surrounding the area reached up to support nothing but the sky and marked the non-existent wall between the chambers and the rest of creation.
All about them, all beneath them, from this extension of the Ërëwħon, also known as Åmbrosįå's Valley, the majesty of the Dįvįnë Realm could be seen.
The paths of the powerful Sånįgron River under the cloud-like mist below.
The snow covered mountains that circled from the north far around to the southeast.
The upper tips of the awe inspiring towers of the Halls of the Ǻngëls nestled in the White Forest beyond said mountains.
The quiet towns, holdfasts and small citadels which were carved into and sitting atop majestic rock outcrops and rolling mounds all about the Goddess' hill-side basilica proper.
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