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The Beginning of Time
Long ago, (but not long enough to forget) in a world not unlike the Earth you and I know, Romanus—a particularly mischievous god—created something that would forever change the world of Lolimog. The gods were referred to by the people of Lolimog as “Nimh,” and there were many others aside from Romanus. All Nimh possessed the ability to create and change life to bend to their own wills, but they had a particularly difficult time destroying it entirely. As such, a Council was formed to prevent the creation of unneeded or unwanted creatures—a way to establish order and control.
This is where our story began.
Romanus grew tired of the Council, and was terribly impatient. He grew lonely, and wanted to craft a creature of his own design. And thus, from his deviation, there were once two creatures by the names of Xylon and Zephyr. Xylon and Zephyr were curious creatures, not quite like the Vullowisps or Jilphs you and I know today, but rather an amalgam of the two. Xylon was warm and tender hearted, her coat the purest and most undiluted color of white. Zephyr was cold in stature and shied away from others, preferring solitude. His fur was a solid inky black and icy to the touch. Romanus was pleased with himself, and he tended to the two fondly, bestowing upon them powers of their own. The three of them lived together in their own realm happily.
That is—until the Council discovered them.
Outraged, they sought to punish Romanus for his dubious and deliberate crimes. They stripped him of his powers, and his physical vessel expired shortly after. Terrified of what they had witnessed, Xylon and Zephyr begged to join the Council, pledging their loyalty and servitude. After all, they themselves had powers, as Romanus gave them life by using his own. Skeptical, the Council agreed to give them dominion over a small world of their own, as demigods. And so, they inherited from their former creator the world of Lolimog.
The two carefully and thoughtfully monitored and nurtured their new planet. The two of them shared equally the duty of restoration of new life and keepers of death to the best of their abilities, given the limitations of the powers they had. They could, and were permitted to—recycle life. As one creature perished, they birthed another in its place, as is the nature of all demigods put into positions of governing. Lolimog flourished in time, and Xylon and Zephyr were immensely proud of their efforts. The pair worked up the courage to ask the Council for the former Romanus’ power to be inherited by and divided between the two of them, so that they may succeed their creator in rule and maintenance of their planet.
Their request was far from humble. Shy to admit, the Council had all but forgotten about the two creatures, and seeing their faces in the Council hall brought back rather unpleasant reminders of Romanus’ shortcomings. However, after seeing how dutifully the two of them tended to Lolimog, the Council hesitantly agreed…but there was a truly terrible price to be paid in exchange.
For the power to govern life on Lolimog alone, their immortality was taken from them. They could grow old without aging, they could even be killed, but they did not “die” as you or I would naturally. Having been spurned by Romanus’ deception, the Council vowed to take every cautionary measure possible to prevent a repeat of the events that transpired as a result of his own pride and greed. This was not without loopholes or workarounds, but they were proud of their efforts and thought for certain that this new “rule” would be failsafe. Should either of the black and white creatures misstep, they could easily be struck down—or so they thought.
Humans on Lolimog became fond of their new gods, as they had not heard from or seen Romanus in many moons, and had begun to believe him to simply have been a product of man itself. They were happy, nonetheless, and for a very long time Lolimog thrived.
Whether it was inherited, or born of boredom, Xylon and Zephyr craved the same thing that struck down their own dear old creator: new life. Not simply recycling it as they had been allowed before, but to craft something entirely new. Chatter began among the people, and the humans grew fearfully hysteric. Magic was and is commonplace in their world, you see, and the idea of another creature capable of harnessing such a power terrified them.
The porcelain and raven colored gods assured the people and creatures of earth that they had nothing to fear, for surely they had learned the lessons Romanus failed to. Anxious still, the humans eagerly awaited their new planetary roommates. Careful not to arouse suspicion from the council, Xylon and Zephyr brought to life Vullowisps and Jilphs—born of their own image. Because of their charming natures, the humans adjusted and sought only to distance themselves from the new creatures rather than become terribly close with them (for surely they feared a monstrous scorn from above.)
As time passed, the Vullowisps and Jilphs became quite proficient in honing their respective powers and abilities, and all seemed to be well and good in Lolimog. Xylon and Zephyr had gone undetected by the Council, and the countrysides were peaceful.
The time came for the monochromatic twins to be given their turn to create new life on their planet, as a reward for a job well done. Nervously, Xylon and Zephyr confessed to already having done so, and the Council was furious. In fits of rage, they forcefully altered and mutilated the Vullowisps and Jilphs. They flipped their ears backwards, cut off their tails, and marred them beyond recognition. The humans who witnessed such a terrifying event cried out “rapturous!” and logged in their history books the very forms of the creatures that invoked the unwarned wrath of gods, believing them to be vile and contemptible. After the reaping of the land was complete, the poor creatures did their best to attempt to recover their old lives of peace and harmony. Devastated, Xylon and Zephyr became reclusive, grateful that their lives were not taken from them as Romanus’ had been so long ago. They sought only to lay low so as not to bring any further attention to themselves and their children that they loved dearly.
This, however, was not the case.
Angry and afraid, the humans demanded answers. They became violent, antagonizing and poaching Vullowisps and Jilphs in witch-hunt styled mobs. Xylon and Zephyr grew tired, their optimism and hope dwindling ever faster for the harmony of Lolimog. Eventually, they agreed to meet with the people of their world, in order to bring about peace and rekindle love for their people. Having given little thought to their mortality since it was stricken upon them, this seemed plenty a good idea.
Atop a man-made temple in the farthest corner of the world, on the peak of the tallest mountain, the black and white duo prepared their meeting with the humans. They brought with them a massive feast of meats and delicacies the humans could only have ever dreamed of, precious metals and jewels that the humans so adored, silks and cloth made of threads envied even among the gods. Where the world was once barren and chilled, their descent onto the world in physical form created thousands upon thousands of acres of roses as their feet touched the earth, an eternal contradiction of weather set into motion on what would then become holy grounds. Snowcaps and slush and ice bearing fruit only to beautiful buds and flowers. They hoped to dazzle and console the fearful humans into a new era of peace.
Unfortunately, there would be none.
The humans dredged through the frost covered land, resentful that they were being brought to such a frightfully perilous place. With every mile they trekked, their anger grew more and more uncontrollable. Upon entering the temple, they ruthlessly attacked Xylon and Zephyr without hesitation. Their crudely made weapons battered the two poor creatures about, but they did not retaliate. Disappointed and tired after having spent so long fighting the Council and now the humans, they quickly crafted a plan. Xylon expelled the humans from the temple with incredible force, scattering them across the land, careful not to harm them. She used the last bit of her strength to wipe both her and Zephyr’s image from the memory of every human, leaving only confusing history books and the events of the "“rapture” so that humans would (for the most part) never seek to hurt their children again.. She fell lifeless soon after, and Xylon cried out in dismay. Determined, he used the very last bit of his power to do what the pair had become so very good at over the years—recycle life. But not just any life—their own life.
The achromatic pair then became Talmog and Balmong, respectively. Adorned once again in solid white and black coats, the two began their new lives as demigods once more, Talmong (formerly Xylon) became the orchestrator of death, and Balmong (formerly Zephyr) became the recoverer and reclaimer of life. The two worked tirelessly day in and day out in synchronized harmony to keep the circle of life operating as a perfect machine, speaking only with their children the Vullows and Jilphs. They kept their existence secret from the humans, tucked away even still in the temple far, far away.
Or, so the story goes.
Whether you choose to believe the story, it is up to you. Curious reports of frozen flowers still perplex historians to this day.
This is where our story began.
Romanus grew tired of the Council, and was terribly impatient. He grew lonely, and wanted to craft a creature of his own design. And thus, from his deviation, there were once two creatures by the names of Xylon and Zephyr. Xylon and Zephyr were curious creatures, not quite like the Vullowisps or Jilphs you and I know today, but rather an amalgam of the two. Xylon was warm and tender hearted, her coat the purest and most undiluted color of white. Zephyr was cold in stature and shied away from others, preferring solitude. His fur was a solid inky black and icy to the touch. Romanus was pleased with himself, and he tended to the two fondly, bestowing upon them powers of their own. The three of them lived together in their own realm happily.
That is—until the Council discovered them.
Outraged, they sought to punish Romanus for his dubious and deliberate crimes. They stripped him of his powers, and his physical vessel expired shortly after. Terrified of what they had witnessed, Xylon and Zephyr begged to join the Council, pledging their loyalty and servitude. After all, they themselves had powers, as Romanus gave them life by using his own. Skeptical, the Council agreed to give them dominion over a small world of their own, as demigods. And so, they inherited from their former creator the world of Lolimog.
The two carefully and thoughtfully monitored and nurtured their new planet. The two of them shared equally the duty of restoration of new life and keepers of death to the best of their abilities, given the limitations of the powers they had. They could, and were permitted to—recycle life. As one creature perished, they birthed another in its place, as is the nature of all demigods put into positions of governing. Lolimog flourished in time, and Xylon and Zephyr were immensely proud of their efforts. The pair worked up the courage to ask the Council for the former Romanus’ power to be inherited by and divided between the two of them, so that they may succeed their creator in rule and maintenance of their planet.
Their request was far from humble. Shy to admit, the Council had all but forgotten about the two creatures, and seeing their faces in the Council hall brought back rather unpleasant reminders of Romanus’ shortcomings. However, after seeing how dutifully the two of them tended to Lolimog, the Council hesitantly agreed…but there was a truly terrible price to be paid in exchange.
For the power to govern life on Lolimog alone, their immortality was taken from them. They could grow old without aging, they could even be killed, but they did not “die” as you or I would naturally. Having been spurned by Romanus’ deception, the Council vowed to take every cautionary measure possible to prevent a repeat of the events that transpired as a result of his own pride and greed. This was not without loopholes or workarounds, but they were proud of their efforts and thought for certain that this new “rule” would be failsafe. Should either of the black and white creatures misstep, they could easily be struck down—or so they thought.
Humans on Lolimog became fond of their new gods, as they had not heard from or seen Romanus in many moons, and had begun to believe him to simply have been a product of man itself. They were happy, nonetheless, and for a very long time Lolimog thrived.
Whether it was inherited, or born of boredom, Xylon and Zephyr craved the same thing that struck down their own dear old creator: new life. Not simply recycling it as they had been allowed before, but to craft something entirely new. Chatter began among the people, and the humans grew fearfully hysteric. Magic was and is commonplace in their world, you see, and the idea of another creature capable of harnessing such a power terrified them.
The porcelain and raven colored gods assured the people and creatures of earth that they had nothing to fear, for surely they had learned the lessons Romanus failed to. Anxious still, the humans eagerly awaited their new planetary roommates. Careful not to arouse suspicion from the council, Xylon and Zephyr brought to life Vullowisps and Jilphs—born of their own image. Because of their charming natures, the humans adjusted and sought only to distance themselves from the new creatures rather than become terribly close with them (for surely they feared a monstrous scorn from above.)
As time passed, the Vullowisps and Jilphs became quite proficient in honing their respective powers and abilities, and all seemed to be well and good in Lolimog. Xylon and Zephyr had gone undetected by the Council, and the countrysides were peaceful.
The time came for the monochromatic twins to be given their turn to create new life on their planet, as a reward for a job well done. Nervously, Xylon and Zephyr confessed to already having done so, and the Council was furious. In fits of rage, they forcefully altered and mutilated the Vullowisps and Jilphs. They flipped their ears backwards, cut off their tails, and marred them beyond recognition. The humans who witnessed such a terrifying event cried out “rapturous!” and logged in their history books the very forms of the creatures that invoked the unwarned wrath of gods, believing them to be vile and contemptible. After the reaping of the land was complete, the poor creatures did their best to attempt to recover their old lives of peace and harmony. Devastated, Xylon and Zephyr became reclusive, grateful that their lives were not taken from them as Romanus’ had been so long ago. They sought only to lay low so as not to bring any further attention to themselves and their children that they loved dearly.
This, however, was not the case.
Angry and afraid, the humans demanded answers. They became violent, antagonizing and poaching Vullowisps and Jilphs in witch-hunt styled mobs. Xylon and Zephyr grew tired, their optimism and hope dwindling ever faster for the harmony of Lolimog. Eventually, they agreed to meet with the people of their world, in order to bring about peace and rekindle love for their people. Having given little thought to their mortality since it was stricken upon them, this seemed plenty a good idea.
Atop a man-made temple in the farthest corner of the world, on the peak of the tallest mountain, the black and white duo prepared their meeting with the humans. They brought with them a massive feast of meats and delicacies the humans could only have ever dreamed of, precious metals and jewels that the humans so adored, silks and cloth made of threads envied even among the gods. Where the world was once barren and chilled, their descent onto the world in physical form created thousands upon thousands of acres of roses as their feet touched the earth, an eternal contradiction of weather set into motion on what would then become holy grounds. Snowcaps and slush and ice bearing fruit only to beautiful buds and flowers. They hoped to dazzle and console the fearful humans into a new era of peace.
Unfortunately, there would be none.
The humans dredged through the frost covered land, resentful that they were being brought to such a frightfully perilous place. With every mile they trekked, their anger grew more and more uncontrollable. Upon entering the temple, they ruthlessly attacked Xylon and Zephyr without hesitation. Their crudely made weapons battered the two poor creatures about, but they did not retaliate. Disappointed and tired after having spent so long fighting the Council and now the humans, they quickly crafted a plan. Xylon expelled the humans from the temple with incredible force, scattering them across the land, careful not to harm them. She used the last bit of her strength to wipe both her and Zephyr’s image from the memory of every human, leaving only confusing history books and the events of the "“rapture” so that humans would (for the most part) never seek to hurt their children again.. She fell lifeless soon after, and Xylon cried out in dismay. Determined, he used the very last bit of his power to do what the pair had become so very good at over the years—recycle life. But not just any life—their own life.
The achromatic pair then became Talmog and Balmong, respectively. Adorned once again in solid white and black coats, the two began their new lives as demigods once more, Talmong (formerly Xylon) became the orchestrator of death, and Balmong (formerly Zephyr) became the recoverer and reclaimer of life. The two worked tirelessly day in and day out in synchronized harmony to keep the circle of life operating as a perfect machine, speaking only with their children the Vullows and Jilphs. They kept their existence secret from the humans, tucked away even still in the temple far, far away.
Or, so the story goes.
Whether you choose to believe the story, it is up to you. Curious reports of frozen flowers still perplex historians to this day.
Lolimog Today
In Lolimog today, there are three countries, divided by various natural and magical barriers. Still very much aware of their origins and history, the Vullowisps and Jilphs try to keep to themselves, keeping the humans at a safe distance to maintain lines of trade and commerce. Depending on whom you ask, they may or may not hold a grudge against the humans, it varies across the countryside. The humans are friendly, and they can co-exist, but their relations are still unfortunately strained. The Vullowisps and Jilphs keep to their own country, and the humans to theirs, keeping communication to a minimum for the most part. The third country is the “Other Side,” where neither Vullowisp, nor Jilph, nor human dares to go alone, for it is riddled with many terrible monsters and beasts.
Through selective breeding, the Vullows and Jilphs did their best to hide and breed out the “rapturous” genes, and nearly successfully did so. The “cherubic” genes present themselves as gifts from Talmog and Balmong, but are given very seldom.
Through selective breeding, the Vullows and Jilphs did their best to hide and breed out the “rapturous” genes, and nearly successfully did so. The “cherubic” genes present themselves as gifts from Talmog and Balmong, but are given very seldom.
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