In the heart of our great forest, our religion began.
We stayed small in number as instructed.
Ages past and our search for the Trimurti continued fruitlessly.
The few followers we did have despaired;
"The scriptures lied" they said.
"It was all a trick to take our time and our hard earned coin"
"We should have known"
All these and more blasphemies were echoed in our most sacred halls.
The wait for the Trimurti continued...
Soon only one devotee remained, the Patriarch.
He remained true and saved the scriptures from destruction,
He continued his search diligently,
Working on spreading the word of our lord Creator,
But still the Trimurti was nowhere to be found,
Then war began.
The world began to tear itself apart.
It was only then that the Trimurti came and from the most unexpected of places.
Exert from The Neutral Territory Library, 'Church of the Creator', subheading "Known Scripture"
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FantasyThe prophesied Trimurti, saviour of the world, is yet to be found. Time is running out. 'The Breaking' is coming and the people of Lemuria are not ready. Will this fabled redeemer appear before its too late? or will the unrelenting fight for domin...
