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With that fundamental understanding of Creation’s Essence,
they can twist and pervert it into a reflection of the Demon
City through proper deployments of helltech and rituals of
powerful infernal sorcery. With enough concerted effort, they
can poison Creation’s Essence flows. They can pollute that
which sustains its living creatures. They can defile Creation in
every conceivable sense, making it a place equally hospitable
to humankind, demonkind and the Yozis. When that great
work is finally done, it will be up to the Defilers to adapt the
Games of Divinity to run on their new power source so the
Yozis can retire to play them once more.
ADORJAN
The Primordial river who was once called Adrián was
a more complicated being than many of her peers can now
recall. Her constant pursuit of ever-changing passions often
kept her separate from the others. The complexity of the many
things she created to satisfy those passions went unnoticed
by most of her fellow Primordials, as she consumed those
creations once they had done their work. That Adrián was
interested in the Grand Design of Creation and the Games
of Divinity at all came as a surprise to its other architects.
They felt that the great work would be too tedious to appeal
to her; they assumed she quickly would lose interest in their
Games. How wrong they were.
Once the Games of Divinity began, Adrián focused all of
her attention on them and on the world-machine that powered
them. In fact, some of the other creators were disturbed by the
unexpected intensity of her passion. What began as a trickle
of interest built into a river of possessive obsession. She raged
against her fellows when they came to take their turns at the
Games’ controls. She took her fury out on the mechanisms of
Creation when she didn’t get her way, or when their function
didn’t please her. When the Primordial War came, Adrián
fought with a manic zeal to eradicate those who thought to
take away the Games of Divinity. The Games had become
her only passion, and she would not lose them.
Lose them she did, though, and all the searing currents
of her passion were extinguished by the war’s victors. She
whose fury in battle earned her the nickname the River of
All Torments has now become a pitiless, mad engine that
desires nothing more than the quiet of nonexistence. She
prowls the demon realm restlessly, suffocating all sound and
extinguishing every life form that doesn’t know well enough
to flee her approach. Within her is the power to destroy the
walls of Malfeas, scatter the sands of Cecelyne, dry up the
depths of Kimbery and flatten the forests of Szoreny, but the
cruelty of her captors forbids her. When they flayed off her
substance and forced her to swallow it with her surrender
oaths, they compelled her to abide by certain rules. Therefore,
for now, she tolerates the presence of her imprisoned peers
and indulges those of their protective cacophonies that either
displease her or have the power to drive her away outright.
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