Past Incarnations - Ayfer, Tunnel Folk, 'Demir Clan', DA 2921
Third Entry: Ayfer, Tunnel Folk of Nuradi Region, DA 2921
My oldest memories extend back approximately two thousand years. It was a different world then. The blights had not begun to form within the Maker, his health was maintained by his processes. The Great Cities were still few, some nations containing only one such holy site. This is as far back as I can look back into my memories as well – for the Ministers themselves had only just begun to use Elder Angels as their citadels. Lord Ku’s first citadel, Netzach-Yesod, was founded in DA 2736. It was about two centuries before the vast data recording municipal charms were installed. Thus, these are both my earliest memories and a glimpse into one of the great mistakes of humanity. When the cities of the Champions began to spring up across the Markers flesh – so too did the blight bloom in the Reaches. I believe this might be due to the cities themselves, drawing the life essence of the Maker in such vast amounts. It was akin to a man spending too long in the frigid rooms where the data stores are kept, his fingers and toes and ears growing cold – then numb – then blackened with death. So too did the Maker circum to the chill of the Blight – the blindness of man seeing no ill as they sat within the warmth of our god’s belly.
It’s so dark, the nerves of the Maker we once tapped to light our small village… they’ve grown still. The Elders have sent runners along their length and it seems the gifts of the Maker have been diverted to a bright silver blaze in the far north. We’ve sent envoys to beseech them – to let these people from the village of light know that they now hold the thrum of the Maker, that we sit in the darkness now. Only one man returned, with a message. Of the other twenty-seven sent, all have been imprisoned and enslaved. Our returned envoy reports that the Maker has singularly blessed the people of the bright city and that we may come to them and kneel as slaves with a promise of a better life after we die or we may stay freemen in the Reaches but damn our souls. Another, from the city of light, came with him. A slender being made of the same silver metal with whirring gears and sparking dynamos beating within his flesh. Many of the villagers prostrated themselves before this thing, they believed it an avatar of Autochthon. It denied that it was such a god – stating that it was but a humble servant to the people of the city of silver light. It told us that without a gem set into our skulls – a terrible and dark place waited for us when we died. Everyone in the village is deciding now. Many wish to travel farther into the Reaches to find a new home – a place singularly blessed by the Maker. Many others seek the promise of a greater life after this one – a life as one within the city of silver light. I’ve decided to go to the city of light as well. Not for the promises of a life after this one – but to learn more of what this place is and how the Maker has showered his blessings upon it. What the bright people have done to so please our god.
This memory shows me how fickle time and fate can be. Had I turned from the words of that Priest-Champion then, I would not be here today. My soul would have been lost in the Reaches and I would never have experienced all of these millenia. I would no longer be here to serve my Maker in his time of need. At the same time this memory shows me that others will use and abuse you when they can. The people of the “Bright City” could have shown us the secrets of the soulgem then and allowed us to decide if we would remain separate or serve them. It benefits the Maker that all Souls be tied into the cycle of service. Yet, they chose to hold it over us as a bartering chip – to press us into a generation of slavery to earn what was already our right and the will of our Maker.
This memory is important because it shows me the false idols of nationalism and greed. That many men will subvert the Maker and put themselves above him – would endanger humanity and the world itself for their personal gain. These urges I feel, to cause pain and destruction. They are no different than men’s lusts – but I know them for what they are. The Makers needs will ever be above my own self-indulgence.