Early this morn, before the rooster had crowed or the stars had faded from the night sky, my Goddess Maeve spoke to me in my dreams again. It kind of bothers me that she can slip in and out of my dreams like this... Methinks I will try and develop a ward to protect me from such intrusions. It is quite understandable to fear this ability... What if one of my enemies were to figure out how to look into my dreams to divulge all of my weaknesses? Then I truly would be in dire trouble.
Listen to me prattle on again; my quill just gets away from me at moments. This is the history of the birth of the Goddess Kiara.
I am sure that whoever is reading this scroll remembers the story of the kind immortal Irrail. If not, here is a short summation. The forces of good and evil have strived for power in the realm since the death of the one known as Fjiorim. Ytrewtsu's minions eventually found the tales of the mages' struggles to find immortality and the "Rod of Destruction" they created. Ytrewtsu traveled to the ruined city in hopes of finding this weapon of destruction... and indeed he did find it. Toroid and Irrail had followed the Dark Lord there, keeping close eye on him as to not lose control. When Ytrewtsu pulled the Rod from the ashes of the city, they materialized before him and sought to question him. That was when, with a smirk on his face.. He sent Irrail to oblivion. Although the death of anyone is nothing to celebrate, some good did come of her death. The druidess Mentmacro and the water goddess Kiara were brought unto us. I am sure the tale of MentMacro will be told to me soon, but for now Maeve has asked that I tell Kiara's story.
When Ytrewtsu fired that rod, it exploded, splitting into four parts and disappearing to the ends of the realm. Personally, I have always believed the parts of the Rod had something to do with the way the realm is this day. To a degree I suppose I was right.
At one end of the realm, long ago, existed a small city. Many races lived here together in perfect harmony even after Ytrewtsu was brought unto the land. The peace was so complete that the inhabitants hardly had a city guard or even a small army under their mayor. The entire militia of the city could not have numbered more than a dozen men-at-arms.
Not too far from this city was a beautiful lake. In this lake is where a piece of that Rod had landed. The force of impact this piece made drove the Rod very deep into the soft bottom of the lake, which I suppose is why Ytrewtsu's Disciples never came across it in their travels.
One quiet evening, the residents of this city laid down with loved ones without much of a care in the world. It was a quiet and peaceful night, the kind that occurred every night for the people. No one expected the attack that came after night fell. Minions of Ytrewtsu sacked the city, executing every last person that could be found. It is said that the lake ran pale red and flooded part of the countryside. The tears and the screams of the dying found their way to the bottom of the lake, stirring some ancient magic contained in that Rod piece. The tears came together around the piece, and Kiara was born into the world. I was told she awoke with such a vengeance that the entire army of chaos was swept up in a wave far greater than the tallest of castles.
This rush of magical energy that occurred quickly brought the attention of the gods in the realm. Toroid, Maeve, MentMacro, and Ytrewtsu soon appeared where the city once stood. Angered with the death of his army, of some of his prized General's, Ytrewtsu flew into a great rage and attacked the weak Kiara. Toroid and Ytrewtsu did battle again that day... and the kind god defended the newly born goddess. The battle was a stalemate until with a sneer on his lip, Ytrewtsu blindsided Maeve and struck her down in a fury of lightning. After this, Toroid abandoned the fight and teleported them away from the scene.
So Kiara, the Goddess of the Waters was born. she is worshipped by sailors and those of the sea for the most part. In the War of Gods she does remain neutral, not wishing to remember the deaths that helped her come to be.