towads the lake

Ert and Peep rushed to save there world. Though for now the rushing was being done for them by a pair of horse on whos cart they sat.
They had read and listened and re read and re lessened to a few other records from this John/Creator and though it took a while to get there heads round it once they understood things from the point of view he described the solution to the worlds biggest problems were suddenly all clear.


John in his brilliance had somehow changed the Creator he was becoming, the Creator being a product of human worship, and being at least partly based upon John had caught many human faults. Prideful, arrogant and vengeful wore all words used by the scientist to describ the “shadow chasing him backwards though time” at its worst. He could not allow such traits in a demi-being that would become powerful enoth to rule his world, and he was smart enoth to manipulate the “God”. Though it lost him his struggle to remain himself he managed to change both both of them for the better.


This brilliant transformation has come at a cost not only of himself but for the world to. It had taken him decades of preparation and much spiritual learning but one by one he confronted and got to know his inner daemons. Then in a spectacular display of will he had for a moment used the power of The Creator and forced his inner daemons into being outer daemons, casting them out of himself and clesince his spirit and that of the "Him" modaling itself on him. As a consequence horrors from his past and imagination rampaged across the young land, daemons of abstract horrors and personal nightmares others could only guess the meaning of took form and terrorised the first generations born in the new world, yet even this was part of Johns plan. This was the Deamontide of the earliest legends the time when the earth boiled, the sky burnt and the sea shattered, the people fled in panic and daemons ran free, these legends gave credit to the gods and a few powerful heroes for creating order out of this chaos - the last entries in John's journal showed a different picture.


Old conflicts had followed the travellers from there old world and new ones over the new prot-gods, territory and love had rissen to add to these. The forces of someone’s inner hell physicaly assailing them was enough to unite not only the fledgling nations but eventually the proto gods themselves. The combined forces of the humans were after a bitter struggle able to drive the daemons back into wildernesses where the spirits of the the gods banished them-the effort of doing so allowing the over due mortality of there hosts to take its course.
A golden age of peace longer than any other followed and the followers of different gods and nations would never again be to proud to cooperate when needs must.


Human nature being what it is (and “divine” nature apparently being what human imagination is) such a state could not last. The earliest histories told to them by Sorren were of empires riseing and faiding or violently collaping having exhausted there resources or the tolerance of there peoples dozens of times since the mortal John passed away.
Yet though all the ages John had saved his world again, using the power of the Creator one last time before "He" left his body to fight the demons. The Creator for whome time was trivial had looked into the future and John had writen what he could understand of the most perolus parts of it out before using the last of his own power as the genuine creater of this world to preserve his layer and settleing down with his two most preshious items to die.

Amid the pile of prohisese was the key to the current situation, Johy had not been sure if the Blank Hord seen though the Creators vision was some late arrival of one of his own daemons or something else entirely but did know a power garmented to stop it, towards which they and the largest army in living memory were heading.