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Amongst the infinite cosmic sea of universes, there exist the Ver’sahli. Entities of pure light and energy, these beings watch the multiverse and bear witness to all things that have been, are, and could be. They are ageless, for any attempt to place a signifying figure to date that which is eternal would be a fruitless endeavor. As they exist beyond time, the Ver’sahli mark their growth through the acquisition of knowledge and understanding from all known existence spanning throughout all known dimensions. They are the students of life. The scholars of all things. One among them was Ometra Pandmaeon. Ometra, as beautiful and resplendent as she was, exuded more curiosity and ambition. She was a paragon of her kind. Inquisitive, observant, and wise. She was that which all Ver’sahli were meant to emulate. Yet she was not the first of this stature, nor would she be the last. No. Ometra was but the next one in a line of infinite procession. As with others before her, and those that would follow, Ometra’s ambition would indeed bear fruit. What brewed in her ethereal mind was a design for the next addition to the sea of life she spent eons watching. Genesis was inevitable. I have reached the echelon of my kind. All that I was. All that I am. All that I will be. In my mind I see the spark from which life of my own creation will grow. The time has come to create my own universe.
Ometra sought seclusion from all that existed around her; from her kind and from the endless waves of cosmic creations. She found a vast space between universes; an empty void. There she shut herself off in meditation; contemplating what would ultimately be her infinite life’s work. She visualized what it was she wanted to birth. Ages were spent on this; seeing every galaxy, every star, every planet, and every soul of every animal and every natural thing that would be born. She knew the ideal for which she strove but knew well that all creation takes a life of its own once released from its cognitive womb. The possibilities and infinite moments of chance were well worth her endeavor and watching her seed bloom filled her with love. A maternal, nurturing affection and compassion that enveloped the entirety of her being. When this crescendo reached its climax, a light brighter than her form sprung from the center of her brow and she caught it gently on her luminescent finger. She gazed upon it with compassion and slight jovial surprise. How amusing! An eternity’s worth of my knowledge and yet it is but a drop. Perhaps fitting for a seed. Let us see what it grows. It was after these words she turned her finger ever so slightly to the side and let her seed fall into the void.
As it fell, she could see it fade further from view until the light had vanished into the black. Yet, she knew it was not gone, for in its place a sensation of immense pressure was building beneath her. It grew stronger, more turbulent, yet still stable. Finally, an eruption sprung forth from the singularity. Rushing over her in a roaring deluge of time and space. Galaxies stormed by as nebulae of infant stars were jettisoned into the seemingly endless expanse. She watched, turning her gaze in every direction as the majesty cascaded beyond her view. Despite the intensity of this splendid chaos, there was not but one sound. One deep, low thrum echoing throughout it all. The sound of her energy that resonated within and throughout every single atom of every element within this universe. It was from this sound she derived its name: Ahng’sha. It was the energy that both gave life and bound all that now existed in this fledgling realm.
Nearly as fast as it began, the rapid expanse ceased. All was in place for life to begin. Ometra took this moment of peace to soar through the dimension she bore. She saw the galactic swirl of countless stars taking shape. She saw the gravitational forces that her energy gave motion to and the spheres of dust, magma, and soil that formed in their pull. She peered across it all and all was good. Yet, as the joy subsided, her doubt began to set in. If she was to be mother to all that will be born in this plane of existence, should she not be as perfect for them as she could be? As she ruminated on this question, it dawned on her. She ought to at least try. She should strive to make herself perfect. She rose above her new child and entered another state of meditation. However, now she was compiling the aspects of herself she deemed detrimental. All the greed she had observed throughout the multiverse. All the anger and the aggression. Everything she found harmful was gathered. In a similar, yet distinctly different act, she pulled these traits from her being and cast them out; sealing them in a void away from the universe she made. Now, she believed herself worthy to properly oversee and nurture the spawn of her life’s work.
- From The Ometricarum's Account of Creation, Book I
When all had settled into steady growth, Ometra wished to watch over her creation from above. In this void above the new cosmic entity, she manifested a paradise comparable in size from her mind’s eye. The skies were a swirl of pink and blue and scattered with soft, subtle wisps of clouds. The foliage sprang from the grassy, green surface and clear rivers ran effortlessly through the trees. Mountains sprung up as rocks reached high above the ground. It was magnificent and beautiful. She named it Nah’hani. But alas, the new divine mother existed isolated and without companionship. Were she to do no else, she would watch her universe grow alone. Such a fate should prove bittersweet; for what good is creating existence if one cannot share its glory? And she still had the urge to create yet. So, she resolved to manifest seven children to serve as the guides and guardians of this newborn verse. These children, from oldest to youngest were named. Nexus. Lamech. Yunmen. Sesshin. Di’hyana. Vox. Atma. Collectively, these seven devas were known as the Sol’Numiné. With each of their births a star was born in the universe below; a symbol of their power. These stars formed a constellation, six points with the Nexus Sol burning brightest in the center; for it was through this star all others were connected in strong intertwined bonds of Ahng’sha. The constellation resembled that of an eye, ever watchful and benevolent. The Eye of Elohim.
Billions of years past under the gaze of Ometra and her children and each star formed a system. This was mirrored throughout the universe as planets and moons took shape in the orbit of solar bodies. Yet in the galaxy with the Eye of Elohim, the first that formed around Ometra when she thought the realm into existence, something spectacular occurred. The sentient life that was evolving in the solar systems blessed by the Sol’Numiné began to exhibit superhuman and near divine powers. Magic. Five humanoid races grew into being, four represented within the seven solar systems. The tall and trim Valeune of the Nexus Sol; their appearance most recognized by their long, sharp ears. The strong, green and tusked Qrodiir warriors of the Yunmen Sol. The opalescent Niho’riin scholars of the Sesshin and Di’hyana Sols. The Humans of the Lamech, Vox, and Atma Sols. All races that existed elsewhere in the universe but only in these systems were they gifted with such divinity. They became known as the Ometri: The children of Ometra. All those that were not blessed by the Sol’Numiné were known as the Mah’sura.
- From The Ometricarum's Account of Creation, Book II
In their divine paradise, it was the pride of Nexus that shone brightest among the seven devas. As the eldest sibling, he felt it his duty to keep the others in line. Ometra did not mind this for a time, for it was necessary to maintain order among her flock. Yet as time passed, she grew weary of his arrogance and self-righteous behavior. She knew it was only a matter of time before it would serve to be his downfall. Sure enough, it was. The mischievous Lamech would also come to know well his older brother’s pride; for it was his older brother who charged him with keeping the demonic entities of negative energy in check behind the ethereal curtain of Ahng’sha. Why should Nexus be the prize child in their mother’s eye? Why should he be the strongest and serve as regulator to the rest? Lamech would not stand for being the second in line. For it was in this rank he could feel a growing disdain for all mortal life growing within Ometra’s verse. He knew what he was to do. As the strongest, and most occupied in tasks, Lamech knew Nexus’ pride could easily be swayed to paranoia. With brotherly words of advice, Lamech subtly manipulated his brother’s perspective; creating one in which Nexus was the prime target for usurpation. Afraid of where such treachery would lead, Nexus tightened his hold on his siblings. The Valeune instinctually mimicked this by reaffirming their power over those subjugated to their rule. Both the deva and his offspring turned into the tyrants of oppression Ometra had feared.
As any good mother would, Ometra made a point to punish Nexus for what he was doing to her other children. A punishment that extended to all those that exist in the Nexus Sol lineage. She descended upon her oldest son and lifted him up above his brothers and sisters. For your crimes of hubris, you shall be cast out of this paradise. To be cast into the void, where you shall remain. With these words, and heavy sadness in her heart, she tore Nexus away from their paradise and sealed him within a small space between universes. A void like that which Ometra created all he had known, yet he had no such power. He was trapped. Alone and without the means for escape.
As he was sealed within the darkness of his new prison, a tragic similarity befell the Nexus star. It erupted. The supernova annihilated all but one of the Valeune. The prophet Sahlz. He had fled the system and the space nearby after receiving a vision of its demise. None heeded his warning. The heart of the empire, nearly all of the Valeune, and the communication that kept the universe connected were gone. Sahlz was alone on a foreign earth. A massive blackhole now existing in place of his home. The Ometri were scattered. This was the dawn for the age of the Mah’sura.
- From the Ometricarum's Book of Recollections: The Fall of Nexus
After the fall of Nexus and the Valeune, the Mah’sura began to form their own sovereign governments. First, uniting on their own planets. Then, establishing small inter-solar system confederacies. Over time, these small governing bodies would develop new innovations in technology and their laws, yet these steps of progress came on the heels of great conflict. War was the way of the Mah’sura. The Humans and Qrodiir were the worst of them all, nearly taking any chance that was available to engage in hostilities. The Niho’riin and Dvergaar did best to keep to themselves but, when faced with perpetual galactic conflict, it would only be a matter of time before they too were drawn into the fray. There was a noticeable absence in the galaxy at large without the influence of the Ometri. However, it was not their rule of law that was missing. It was their philosophies. Their culture. The true history of the universe. The Mah’sura had no place for such things. Their focus was in the present and what future riches of money and power their military campaigns could reward them. They thought nothing of the Valeune that had nearly vanished or their ancient religion.
The Ometri evaded the conflicts of the Mah’sura, for they were too distant and divided to be concerned with such destructive habits. As the governments and civilizations of the profane grew, the blessed sought each other out in hopes that they may form a new order amongst themselves. One of neutrality. One that would only serve to advise and aid any of the Mah’sura who would seek it. Sahlz, the last of his Sol, ventured far and wide throughout the galaxy in search of the divine shards that still lived. It was because of him, in fact, the Ometri were able to unite once again as he had knowledge from the former empire to aid him. When this knowledge was not enough, he received prophetic visions. Ultimately, over the course of several years, he succeeded in uniting the scattered divine descendants. However, this unity was not perfect. While six of the seven Ometri Sols were in favor of Sahlz design for a neutral sovereign body, the Sol of Lamech was far from convinced. They saw the fall of Nexus and their empire as an opportunity. An opportunity to exert their rule over the galaxy, for Lamech was the second child of Ometra. This led to the formation of two Ometri factions: The Collective consisting of the six Ometri Sols in favor of neutrality, and The Coven consisting of all Lamech Sol Lines and few dissenters of Sahlz’s political vision. Yet politics was not all that divided them for The Coven also allowed the practice of forbidden magics. Necromancy and the taboo practice of Shae’tal’kuhl: the act of binding one’s soul with a demon’s in order to use blood magic and manipulation of the Ahng’shic veil. Sahlz and the other Ometri knew these practices to be too dangerous for the good of the realm. So, the Ometri sat divided amongst their two houses to watch and influence the Mah’sura as they grew, but their secret existence was only temporary.
Once the Collective had fully solidified and settled on the planet Cha’zan, they began to decide how best they could help the Mah’sura achieve a much-needed peace. Perhaps they would need to choose a side and take up arms in their support. Afterall, they knew well that violence is often a forest one must navigate through in order to achieve a sense of stability. Yet to take a side would be a betrayal of their neutrality. For years they debated the various courses of actions. From one generation to the next, the deliberations continued even after Sahlz passed away from old age. Yet he did not die alone for he had taken a wife and bore one single child. Sahtro, his son, and only heir in the Nexus lineage. Perhaps this was a curse on the Nexus Sol entirely, as he too was only able to conceive one child despite efforts to rekindle their lost people. It would all be for naught, as the tradition would continue for millennia. The children of Nexus losing all physical traits of the Valeune, save the blood-red hair and golden-yellow eyes of Sahlz. It would be his great grandchild, Sohros who would solve the conundrum the Collective faced. He decided that they should not serve one side or the other in Mah’sura strife, but to side with the moral ideals of their ancient and sacred texts. They would help defend the weak and oppressed. They would offer aid to those whose governments had forgotten them. He and the others knew this would occasionally require raising an armed defense against any who perpetuate these injustices but, in doing so, they would be serving the greater good. So, it was their resolve to immerge from seclusion and offer succor. The Coven, however, remained a shadowy force behind the eyes of the public. They sought to corrupt and manipulate the Mah’sura from within; destabilizing their civilizations and governments to hasten their decline.
- From the Ometricarum's Book of Recollections: Reformation of the Ometri
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