From the Arasha of temple of Naveh in Coranan to a group of recently-elevated Dranatha, T.R. 716

Where did the world come from?

In the beginning was chaos. From this chaos came the First Gods, who strove against each other for domination over Kelestia, the Cosmic 'All'. They created the Lesser Gods as servants to aid them in their attempts to dominate the 'All', who in turn created mortals to serve them. These Natal Wars were terrible: countless worlds were destroyed, innumerate gods were slain (to say nothing of mortals), and the very existence of Kelestia itself was threatened.

At length, the surviving First Gods withdrew from conflict, leaving Kelestia to the Lesser Gods and mortals, who, indisciplined and ill-tempered, continued to fight on.

After eons of war, the handful of surviving Lesser Gods agreed to a truce. But do not be fooled by ignorant outsiders— this truce, the so-called "Concordat", will not last. Eventually, the gods will again make war on each other, destroying themselves and restoring the primal chaos. All will be destroyed, except Naveh, the Lord of the Last Illusion, and those who have embraced his discipline.

Where did I come from?
Such questions do not matter. Life is a fleeting, transitory illusion. Its beginning is just as meaningless and as arbirtrary as its end. To ask such a question shows an impious love for this corrupt and doomed world. What meaning can such matters have after the destruction of the 'All'? Ask not whence you came nor how shall depart this world, for these are false beginnings and endings. Instead, prepare for the eternal future by serving the Lord of the Last Illusion unswervingly in all things. His Truth, unlike other illusions, will not fade.

Why am I here?
You are here to prove that you are worthy of salvation by showing unquestioning obedience to Our Master in all things; to cleanse the world of those impure dregs of humanity who seek to thwart His plans; to hasten the breakdown of the Concordat by performing hidden acts that will incite the other deities to fight against each other; and to achieve spiritual perfection by subjecting your mind and body, your desires and actions, your life and death to the will of Naveh.

What happens after we die?
Those of us who have achieved spiritual perfection through obedience will be taken by our Lord to the city of Kamil, “where Night eternal reigns”. There we shall dwell unseen with our master and the holy Gytevshai until the Final Wars. Though Kelestia will be destroyed in those wars, our Lord shall protect us by taking us to Harsa-Navla, the Place Most Holy, where, pure in spirit, mighty in strength, and capable of all that our Master asks of us, we Faithful Ones will spend all eternity in in the service of the Lord of the Last Illusion.

What of the other gods? Tell me the truth about:

The Reasonless Reaper is an indisciplined fool. Hotheaded, he thinks that raw might and violence will enable him to dominate Kelestia. He scorns our Lord, mistaking wisdom, restraint, and subtlety for cowardice. Little does Agrik know that physical might is itself an illusion; his reliance upon it will eventually be his own undoing. His followers, like spoiled chidren, fight amongst themselves. Unified, they might pose a threat to we Faithful Ones, but we ensure that this does not happen by preying upon their own indiscipline. A single Navas-Kara can easily start a crippling temple war among them.

The Lady of Bargains is shallow, concerned only with the fleeting illusions of the physical world. Her followers have neither the strength of will nor the purity of spirit to see beyond the veil of this world's ephemeral pleasures into the eternal realm of our Master's Truth. Our Lord mutilated Dekejis to instruct the Empress of Vanity about the impermanence of temporal beauty , but she failed to understand. When the Great Cleansing comes, she and her corrupt followers, too accustomed to pleasure, unable to submit to discipline, will be the first to perish.

Reclusive and withdrawn, the Brooder works his strange and obscene arts with seeming disregard for the approaching cataclysm. While the discipline with which he pursues his perverted work is remarkable, he squanders it fruitlessly, creating foul abominations that are a mockery to true spiritual life. In the end, his monstrous children will perish, for they are soulless beasts, bound to this doomed world, incapable of spiritual transcendence. Their Creator will be left alone, unprepared, and helpless to prevent his own destruction. Be on guard against him and his followers, nonetheless, for it may be that his indifference and their disorganization is but a mask concealing a purposeful plan.

The Unwilling Warrior prides herself on her chivalric discipline, but when pushed, she sheds her self-control and becomes as senselessly violent as Agrik. As time passes, she finds it increasingly harder to maintain the illusion of self-control. In the end, her hatred of the Warlord of Balgashang will become supreme, her discipline will be abandoned, and she too will disregard the Concordat. Feed her hatred— and that of her followers— by committing acts of violence that direct their attention to Agrik. This will not only hasten the onset of the Final Wars, but will also deflect attention from us.

The Wreaker of Chaos unwittingly furthers Our Master's goals. Driven mad by Bukrai's power, he wishes to hasten the breakdown of the Concordat, the onset of the Final Wars, and the return of the primal Chaos. Unlike our Master, however, Morgath does not envision surviving the End; he revels in the mere act of destruction, caring not that he himself will thereby perish. We need not oppose him or his depraved followers, for their aims coincide with those of Our Far-Sighted Master. Nonetheless, it is wise to avoid contact with those who follow Morgath, lest the taint of Bukrai's false Shadow corrupt the spiritual purity of we who serve the true Lord of Pitch Shadows.

The Lady of Labours nourishes the naive hope of saving this doomed world and its unworthy inhabitants. Her efforts are in vain, for she seeks to preserve what is ephemeral, to make permanent what is fleeting illusion. What strength she has, moreover, is squandered in her futile attempts to reduce the temporal sufferings of the unworthy wretches who follow her. Let her and her followers continue to pursue their hopeless tasks— it will profit them naught in the end.

The Gray Slayer knows that the Final Wars are coming, but brutishly thinks that illusory ideals of strength, bravery, and honor will enable him and his followers to survive. Such half-fathomed wisdom is worse than pure ignorance. Just as Sarajin's foresight is is a thin shadow of our Master's True Wisdom, his childish code of honor his followers call 'the Ljarl' is an absurd parody of our true Discipline. In the end, Sarajin and his followers will go the way of Agrik, Larani, and all the others who place their faith in the illusions of martial victory— they shall all perish.

Save-K'nor is not to be trusted.  He alone, among all the gods, accords to our Master the proper measure of respect— and this alone is reason to be wary. The Divine Fool pretends to waste his time pursuing useless knowledge, but he is not so foolish as he seems— remember how well he fathomed the lesson of Dekejis. It may be that he possesses his own plan for surviving the End— or that he seeks to unravel that of our Master. Be on constant guard against his followers for they are subtle and far more shrewd than they seem. Infiltrate their ranks, learn what they know, and confound them with lies. Eliminate those among them who have penetrated the cloaks of dark Deceit in which we have clothed our Holy Secrets.

Though he knows that the End is coming, he King of the Undying Abominations has withdrawn to his illusory Blessed Realm, where he laments what is to occur rather than preparing for it. It may be that he has accepted the inevitable and seeks only to enjoy an undeserved peace before the destruction of Kelestia. Yet, it may also may that his simpering inaction is part of a grand deception, a lie but forth to fool us to conceal his plan to save himself and his Elven demons, just as our master will save us. But there is not enough room in eternity for both Our Master and Siem— and if the Final Wars do not destroy the King of the Undying and his demonic hordes, then we Faithful must finish the task.