Gazetteer – 04a020902 – The Beast
What follows here is very rare knowledge known by very few scholars (DC40 History)
When the Grables conquered the Auspiciums in the land now known as Ranek, they greatly changed the land. Cities were built. The nomadic ways of the Auspiciums changed to farming. The blood of the Auspiciums mixed with the blood of the Grables. Many Grables became fascinated with the ornithomancy of the Auspiciums and the fate rune began to show up commonly in runic bloodlines of the province.
When Borkogal came to build a glorious new capital for the province, he discovered rich veins of marble high up in the northern tip of the Ariedes mountain range. He mined the marble and carted it down to the flatland. There he built a beautiful city in the flatland north of the Ariedes near the Argilla, a sacred place of the Auspiciums which Borkogal thought meant “a place of great beauty” as opposed to the correct meaning “a place for those seeking great beauty.”
The white clay found in abundance in the area was known for its ability to clear and soften the skin as well as whiten teeth. It also made lovely bricks to augment the veined marble. Borkogal was amazed at how easily the city was built to his satisfaction. Benepov the White it was named. With its clean streets and polished marble walls, it was a marvel of Grable architecture.
Benepov soon became the artistic center of all of the western Grable Empire. During the Age of Runes, Jukal signed his treaty with Anglaril within the walls of this city. Jukal promised to halt his westward advancement while Anglaril promised to share the immortal culture of the elves with the runic people of the east.
The marble road led up into the mountains enabling wagon load after wagon load of fine marble to make its way to Benepov for construction of beautiful new halls and statues. The legendary bard, Mephestion, was born in Benepov as were many true lovers of art, but what was also born here was jealousy. Many talented artists did not receive the recognition that they felt they deserved.
One of these artists was Pazo. He was of pure Auspicium blood and one of the rare Auspiciums that could actually talk with birds. Ornithomancers judge their flight patterns for communication with these natural oracles, but one speaking to a bird can just ask them directly without the guesswork. The problem with talking with birds is that their minds work much differently than human minds. Freedom is paramount, but there is a dark side to freedom, a desire to be unbounded by laws. But some laws are absolutes. If dropped, a rock will fall. It drove Pazo crazy trying to break free from these absolutes…literally crazy.
Pazo became obsessed with perfection: perfect circles, perfect squares, perfect proportions. He “perfected” his notion of perfection to the point where he proclaimed he could sculpt the perfect man and he offered to do so for Lord Borkogal of the Immortal Council. In response to this, Borkogal responded casually, “For perfection in man, one needs look no further than the emperor Jukal, master of the all-rune foltute. There are many sculptures of him throughout the Grable Empire.”
Pazo was infuriated. He felt bound by the Grable influence and frustrated by the casual dismissal of the great gift he offered. In secret, he secured a gigantic block of Ariedean marble and began sculpting his rendition of the perfect man. When he finished, he coerced a roc to fly it into Benepov and place it in the square before the palace. Its pedestal was as tall as a man and the statue itself towered 12’ above that.
When Borkogal viewed it from the palace steps, he could not deny its beauty. Pazo asked him in front of a crowd to come view his masterpiece, “Do you still believe your emperor to be the perfect man or is his perfection surpassed by someone more perfect?”
To save face, Borkogal responded, “You show me an ideal, not a man. Your statute is a model of physical perfection, not the perfection that comes from within.”
“But what is more perfect than nothing. When nothing is within, sin is removed. Hate, fear, loathing are the sources of evil. Nothing is nothing and will never be tainted. Can you really say that Jukal will never be tainted with evil? No. He may become as black and as corrupt as the Laughing Man was in the north.”
“These are filthy lies. Tear down this statue. It is an abomination,” Borkogal roared, but the crowd would not have it. Borkogal ordered it done by force, but the crowd resisted with force. Blood was shed on the palace steps and splattered on the sculpture of the perfect man.
The uprising turned into full scale revolt. The Grables were driven out of Benepov. Angered beyond reason, Borkogal looked back on the city and cursed the people within it. “From my beautiful city, only ugliness will now issue forth. Everything that is created within will be bestial, repugnant, and awful. The people here will never know beauty again.” And Borkogal called upon the fate rune to seal his curse.
The curse worked. The art the Benepovians produced was now twisted hunks of nothingness, but the curse went deeper than Borkogal intended. The children of Benepovians became twisted and ugly. They became known as Borks, which with time changed to orks and then finally orcs.
Pazo was one the Auspiciums most ravaged by the curse. He could no longer seek perfection with his art. He began to worship his last great work. Others worshiped it as well. The contradictory nature of the Perfect Man’s legacy of creating so much imperfection awakened Chaos again; this time referred to as the Beast.
Pazo, now literally insane, would talk with the Perfect Man and receive guidance. Chaos informed him how he could bring Chaos back to life. Pazo just needed to leave his body and Chaos would take over. Pazo then spoke to a roc and tricked it into letting him occupy its body. Chaos came into Pazo, but the rebirth of Chaos by Pazo’s hand fell under the curse as a creation of the people of Benepov. Chaos was no longer the beguiling man he had once been, but a hideous monstrous creature. The Roc that Pazo infiltrated warped and distorted as well becoming Pazuzu.
A strange effect also happened with the possession and rebirth. As ugliness grew within the world, Chaos’s new body grew with it. What started in Benepov began to spread and Chaos became a towering titan of evil.
More widely known legend of the Beast (DC15)
The Beast grew and grew in size. As it grew in size his armies grew along with him. He conquered the lands of the Grable Empire and marched on the capital of Tanvarpov. All of eastern Oklos was trapped in a grip of evil. Even the elves in the west were hard pressed by the forces of chaos and had to retreat to their secret strongholds originally built to withstand the threat of the dragons during the Second Age.
The fall of the Beast and the death of the beast are detailed in Jukal’s entry and Calgillien’s entry, respectively.
The death of the Beast has left a power void amongst the races of chaos. Several beings are vying to become the new Chaos Lord. They were unified under both the Laughing Man and the Beast, but now are fractured and are as likely to war against each other as they are against the rest of the world.