Apocrypha of the Maker
Origin of the Albs
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Adhasaror Inásdhe and Adhasaria Inásdhe, the indelible Sibling-Couple were looking for a place to stay for them and those who were chosen by destiny to go South as the Avari elves of the Kinn-Lai.
But Ungoliant, the great dark spider of the Void cut them off of their brethren:
They roamed about, were surrounded by the cruel wild, by Ugliness, by terrifying creatures, that Melkor, Ungoliant and other entities threw against them in order to destroy them. They gave the land the name Ûdh'voroón - Ever being Vileness.
The Indelible prayed to the Valar, so that they may give them a sign.
But all forsook them, save Nienna and she wept as she saw what occurred to these children. There where the black tears came down the sky like flaming stars emerged blessed craters.
The monarchs of those Albs who had followed them perceived the signs and founded within the first crater they found, Kinn-Sala. So it was born: The ancient place of our kind.
Around the crater emerged six long and deep gaps, that were likely to the crown of the falling tear.
Also there did our ancestors settle and they gave these rays all different names: Avaris, Vélérón, O'Kinndhur, Riválgis, Dhimâl, Kadhagôn and the heart Dhsôn.
The ancestors smoothed the rifts, gave them straight forms.
Gathered within the star-land Kinn-Sala we became strong and were not conquered since our creation a single time. Those people who tried to stand against us we made our vassals, servants and beings without rights.
In Avaris lived those Albs who were of high ranks and were blessed with riches. Who wanted to live within this ray had to receive the permission of everyone or had to take his leave.
Vélérón fell to the warriors and priests and all those who had heard the call of the High Arts. But there were hardly those among our people who mastered these Arts. Their avari blood did not permit it.
But the knowledge about the operations within the body began to grow.
Soon the healers were able to open skulls without killing the patient and to heal them of what ailed them. They replaced foul flesh with healthy, exchanged ill blood with fresh, took out organs or fixed them.
Hardly any Alb died again of ailments or wounds.
In O'Kinndhur settled the laborers and the crafters and they exchanged their knowledge. All their skills were put into equilibrium and they founded schools and universities in order to bring their abilities to perfection.
In Riválgis those lived who called themselves artists and also they brought their craft together and created the most different forms of art and made new kinds of it. The Death fascinated them the most and they took with affection those materials that Death supplied them with.
Dhimâl lured those Albs who knew the breeding of cattle and field work. Enormous farms were build, cattle and grain was made for the entire realm.
Kadhagôn is the home of the true warriors! Albish women and men that had dedicated their lives to battle came here and founded academies in which were formed the most hardened, best and deadliest warriors.
Dhsôn!
The heart of the star-realm, pulsating and alive, the playground of those who ran the realm, those whose conspiracies, treaties and enmities were only visible to those who were within them. Academies stood next to the universities and also they were bound in enmity and contest. In Dhsôn rules an ever-being hidden war.
But above all ruled the indelible Sibling-couple.
Phandrasôn.
Discovered by the Indelible, hidden and secured by the Indelible.
It is the Unspeakable that lives beneath the earth and no world that may be entered. there lived nameless terrors, monsters and horrors, the wideness was unending. Criminals were thrown into it, warriors made their tests in it, but nothing could live there what possesses a clear mind.
And who will try it anyway, will loose it in Phandrasôn.
The Indelible ordered to protect the realm, by digging a deep rift around the entire crater.
A host of slaves surrounded the circle and thousand died and were buried beneath the earth were the rift was already deep enough.
Protruding platforms were risen, on each a fortress was build and catapults installed that fired over a high distance like never seen before. Drawbridges connected the star-realm over these island keeps to Ûdh'voroón.
Two miles the forest around the city was burned by the slaves to make any secretive approach impossible. From the wood that was won, the Albs formed ammunition for the catapults.
But the rightless ones muttered under the work, but they were not entitled to it.
After the rift was finished, our ancestors led water into it from the great rivers and flooded it.
With all the slaves within, those who were no longer needed.
And their muttering ended.
Adhasaria and Adhasaror Inásdhe saw that their realm was well and strong.
But they missed a building that showed their triumph above all other beings and that satisfied their claim of power.
So they let a hill be raised in the middle of the city and our ancestors brought stairs into the hills that led to their manor.
A manor, build alone from the bones of those who were vanquished.
As the Indelible did not want to sacrifice their slaves and servants, they send the warriors out against the tribes and creatures of Ûdh'voroón.
The Albs swarmed out, brought death into every direction of the skies and terminated through that entire civilisations and uncivilisations in order to please the Indelible.
No one could bring them to hold.
Except one people. They proved to be strong.
Almost too strong, even for the best warriors of the Albs.
Their numbers were few, not more than four-hundred but they were enough to destroy a host of four-thousand on the open field.
And after that they devoured their fallen enemies!
The Indelible perceived that they could defeat this unbelievable powerful race, whose bones they wanted for their tower, only through deceit.
So they offered them peace and brought the most wonderful wine during the feast.
But the wine they exchanged against a poison against which they were immune themselves and which could not be perceived through smell.
And so died the in battle unbeatable warriors, crawling on the ground and cramping in pain.
But as now the corpses were stripped off their bones and brought to Dhsôn, there soldiers saw how ten of the creatures had been able to flee from the effect of the poison.
The traces of the survivors were lost in the east of Ûdh'voroón.
In thought of the defeated people, the Indelible named them Melkor's sons. The bones and skulls got the best place on the tower, right ontop of it.
Through the bone-campaign, the Albs had gotten many enemies.
Barbarians, mankind whom they helped before and were betrayed by them, nether creatures and the spawns of darkness could not understand why they should be sacrificed for the sake of art and that their lives meant nothing.
And yet, even though they knew what our warriors could do, they gathered and marched against us.
The Indelible knew no fear.
They ordered their hosts to wait one mile before the rift and they stood themselves infront of their people.
And as the spawns of Ûdh'voroón stormed against them and wanted to tear them apart, there lifted both Adhasaria and Adhasaror the veils before their faces.
Their beauty stole the sanity of the attackers immediately. Being insane, they threw themselves against one another, killed themselves.
Not one Alb had to raise his sword this day or let an arrow fly.
The enemies were of use to us.
From the bones we grinded small marbles in order to cover the streets with them, like pebbles.
From their skins we made many a canvas and with their blood we made colors.
From their sinews we made ropes, cords and threads for wind chimes.
Everything was used. For the Art.
Outstanding and not to exceedable Art.
After they took care for peace and beauty, the Indelible ordered their scouts to look for the mortal enemies of the Albs: Mankind.
But as much as they began to look through the entire Uttermost South of the world, they found no trace of these traitors.
But there was one hint that they had left Hildorien to the west.
To a land that was called Middle-Earth.
But just as the Indelible thought that everything occurred as they had planned, the entity of doom brought the ever-being balance.
And balance can take on many forms.
Sometimes it is the arrow of a foe that brings the finity.
Sometimes it is the kiss of a loved one that one receives after long endeavors.
And sometimes it is those who return and were forgotten.
They say wariness is the best protection against surprise and death.
But the Albs had forgotten to be wary in the long years of their existence.
Because they had brave, superior Warriors.
Because they knew of powers that they treasured and kept secret.
Because they had raised up fortresses, rifts and walls which could resist anything.
And because they were since their birth able to withstand death with the grace of Eru.
But there came those days in which the Albs could have made use of wariness. For Destiny send them a in shadows creeping foe to test them.
Death came to the Albs.
And they saw Death coming and did not understand how serious he was.
One time they did overcome him already, but he had learned from his mistakes. A second time he would not be tricked so easily.
Warned through the word of a courageous elf, the Albs took up their arms against Death to protect their people, to protect the Indelible, to protect Kinn-Sala, their beloved home.
And Death rushed forth!
Stronger than a storm, mightier than an earthquake, hotter than a thousand fires he held towards the line of the defenders.
All eyes turned north-east, where the Wandering Towers began their assault!
But the greater danger was already in Kinn-Sala.
In the center, the heart Dhsôn.
Unknown and yet amidst the Albs.
Unknown and yet greeted in rejoice.
Unknown and yet with all supplied what it needed to survive.
Danger grew and bore new danger.
The Indelible stood on the highest point of the Ivory Tower.
They looked towards the North-east to the land between Rivâlgis and Vélérón.
And they thought their people to be safe.
Adhasaror and Adhasaria laughed at the Dhorôn Athun, mocked them and let with catapults hurl wine-filled-kegs after them, to remind them on the shame of once.
The tears of laughter made the Siblings blind for the danger.
The Force that no one stops
Open it lay before the eyes of them.
The Past had brought it to dry up
The Present summoned it to return
and so the Future was lost.
The Force that no one stops.
The Coming Death.
He had three faces.
No one had seen any of them for long, so that none of them was recognized.
The Coming Death.
With faces of steel, of flesh and with black eyes.
The most cruel effect was caused through the gathering of all his faces.
Through the war with the Wandering Towers was hard, for the most of the Albs the day of the finity had come not yet. They were to live to build a new Dhsôn, far up in the North.
But from the strike of the Dhorón Athun, Kinn-Sala never recovered.
So the Indelible had to make a decision that was saving the people of the Albs and yet was for everyone hurtful.
Not everything is said, for it happened too much.
Of some was not spoken, for they are better forgotten.
In the coming splinters of the Infinity I may sit once more to continue this chapter of our people.
But only when Dhsôn Bhalsûr has been risen in Middle-Earth's north and a new Ivory Tower rises up over the new albish realm, only then! Only then!
