August 9th, 2013

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Fever dreams

The last couple days, I've been down with something. I don't know what. Whatever it is, it has raised my body temperature, given me small annoying aches in various places of my body, and given me fever dreams, I think. Well, what I do know about the dreams is that they're hard to describe, having things to do with other dimensions that Lovecraft might have written about, and they feel like they keep going all night long; I get up to piss then go back to bed, and I return to the dreams I was having before.

I say I think this is a fever dream because once, when I was still living with my parents, I had a bad fever and the dreams from it were all night long, bizarre, and exhausting. One of them had my brain being a network hub for the Internet, and I had to concentrate on getting every little piece of data where it was supposed to be. I don't remember the other. But the dreams of last night and the night before last are vaguely similar to that one. I'm not being forced to do hard labor in them, but I *am* being taken on a series of bizarre rides that I can hardly begin to describe.

I will say this: I think I know why I'm getting vaguely Lovecraftian dreams. Because I've been working on the Duenicallo worldview, their history and so on, and their worldview is inspired in part by Lovecraft's works. To them, the universe is unfathomably old, may have gods-know-what kind of monsters lurking in the void, and is cold and uncaring. Yet their attitude is a mixture of pessimism and defiance. Life on the continent of Ahbahss was horrible for the longest time, and their hardships kind of became permanently ingrained into their psyche.

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Ten little humans

Corrected version of "ten little humans":

Ahl piik, tahl piik, zahl piik da-dwahtaim,
Kahl piik, mahl piik, ors1 piik da-dwahtaim,
Ahl-ors piik, tahl-ors piik, zahl-ors piik da-dwahtaim,
Kahl-ors piik da-dwahtaim flo thiiah 'glorai!

Translation:
(Keep in mind, Traipahni numbers are base 6, IE digits 0-5 with 6 being called 10 and so on)

One little, two little, three little humans,
Four little, five little, ten little humans,
Eleven little, twelve little, thirteen little humans,
Fourteen little humans in my sight!

(Fourteen in base 6 being 10 in base 10)

Thus, BASE 10 translation:

One little, two little, three little humans,
Four little, five little, six little humans.
Seven little, eight little, nine little humans,
Ten little humans in my sight!

1 = "Ors" rhymes with "horse."

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Duenicallo early life and how it influences them still

Important notes about the Duenicallo
(Duenicallo pronounced do-en-ih-ky-yo)

Life on the continent of Ahbahss, back before the Duenicallo and AKB met, was very difficult. The land had become parched and dry, even becoming deserts in many places. It was a bit like life in ancient Egypt, with rivers flooding on occasion to make the land moist and fertile again. But life even in these slender fertile areas was difficult. For one, the waterways and surrounding lands were infested with ny'ah'lah; to imagine a ny'ah'lah, picture a large crocodile or alligator with feathers and a sharp, toothed beak. Being warm-blooded, the ny'ah'lah are faster, stronger, and meaner than crocodiles, and they eat more. They threatened not only Duenicallo but also their prey. There were also a lot of nasty critters of other sizes that lurked about, killing when threatened. So Ahbahss was a bit like a cross between ancient Egypt and Australia, on crack.

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Because of their history, the Duenicallo point of view remains a mixture of pessimism and defiance. Their basic philosophy is:

“The universe is immensely old, and huge, and uncaring, but do not let that defeat you. Living is an act of defiance. Life is forever giving a rude hand gesture to the universe and the forces of entropy. No matter how bad things are, they are rarely so bad that you should give up. Suicide is for those who have been defeated. Death comes to us all, eventually, but going into that darkness fighting tooth and claw the whole time, Death will be unable to defeat you; it will only be able to kill you. It may mean nothing in the greater scheme of things, but as I said, life is defiance. We will all be swallowed by the void, but our howls may yet be heard for millennia to come.”

Their gods come in three varities: the first, Vahk-tuma, are powerful forces of nature so ancient and terrifying that their names (when spoken) are spoken with fear. These entities, which include their sun god, Pofoshiintus, are never invoked; it is believed that they don't notice or care about mortals, and if they ever DID, then it wouldn't be good. A great way to terrify a Duenicallo half to death or more, is to tell them “May you be noticed by Pofoshiintus” or other Vahk-tuma. This is similar to the supposed Chinese curse “May you live in interesting times and come to the attention of important personages,” but infinitely worse. The Vahk-tuma aren't quite as bad as Cthulhu and other Lovecraftian figures, insofar as they don't cause madness, but Vahk-tuma are to mortals as a brontosaurus might be to a sentient ant.

The second class of Duenicallo deities is called Jolorsiikon. The Jolorsiikon are a bit like Vahk-tuma in size, power, and the vastness of their minds, except that they are mostly benevolent (yet still capricious) towards motals, and can produce smaller pieces of themselves that can relate to mortals. These can be invoked in magick, by cautious adepts. They may also approach certain mortals on their own. But they are still dangerous to work with, being powerful and capricious. Djao'Hkein and Ĩandyn are Jolorsiikon.

The third and fourth varies of Duenicallo deities is the one with the most usage in magick and prayer. Called Emblaath and Fetahkmadu respectively, deities in these classes are former mortals who were deified either before or after death. The only significant difference between the two classes is that Emblaath are older and more powerful than Fetahkmadu. The power difference is generally the result of Emblaath being used by more people, since attention is food for these kinds of deities.

Emblaath and Fethkmadu become deities either by being beloved ancestors, or by doing something that falls under the Duenicallo definition of heroism. Aside from the obvious of saving lives, other ways to be a Duenicallo hero is to contribute in a meaningful way to the betterment of future generations. So all the early kings that helped organize and finance the artificial rivers and lakes in Ahbahss are now Emblaath-class deities.

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Gods are not always great

“Gods are not always great”
A Gosgolot story.

Long, long ago, there was a newborn star named Pofoshiintus. Now the stars are not social creatures, and are very territorial. This is not to say they are entirely asocial or antisocial, they just prefer their own company. They love their elders, but do not spend time with other stars. When stars do get too close to one another, they threaten one another, or fight.

Pofoshiintus was like most stars, with his own territory. When one of his nearby elders died, he ate the corpse and forged the bones into planets, asteroids, and comets. He did this only to decorate his territory and warn others away. And on his way back to his perch, he shit, pissed, and farted on the third planet to relieve himself after eating his ancestor. Traipah was, to Pofoshiintus, nothing but a convenient toilet.

Little did he know, then, that his waste products eventually turned into life, once it had cooled down. All plants, animals, and planimals alive today – ourselves included – arose from this waste.

And so, because he did not intend to create life, and either does not know to this day that he did, or does not care, the sun shines in the sky not because he loves us, for his pitiless rays kill as often as they give life. Pofoshiintus does not shine for our benefit; he shines because that is what stars do. Nobody knows what stars eat, if anything, but their heat and light may be nothing more than waste products, like the heat we ourselves give off, only more intense.

Or it is also possible that his heat and light are the star equivalent of howling into the night, declaring his territory, keeping other stars away. And even more terrifying yet, is the possibility of other things lurking in the waters of The Void. Things that do not emit light. Things that even the stars fear. For we know stars can die; we have seen their explosions. But stars live far longer than we do; untold amounts of time. What ancient horrors could lurk beyond the bright howling of Pofoshiintus, that may possibly be able to kill and devour even stars?

Then, too, is the possibility that the light attracts whatever it is that stars eat, like certain fish are known to do. Is Pofoshiintus a great hunter, then? Luring prey to his territory and slaughtering it for his meals? Or all of the above? We do not know. We have only ideas.

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I am as a star

“I Am As A Star”
A poem of the Gosgolot faith from Traipah

I am as a star, my light burning bright.
I am as a star, howling into the void.
I am as a star, a twinkle in the night.
I am as a star, my screams of defiance echo through eternity!

I am as a star, I roar with heat and flame.
I am as a star, I display my might.
I am as a star, I forever scream my name.
I am as a star, death can never defeat me!

I am as a star, I bring both life and death.
I am as a star, I honor my fallen prey.
I am as a star, and with my dying breath,
I will ensure my sacrifice betters all life.

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