4.12.25 - Zsolterran Lore pt1

The moon of Zsolterra had split in half by the great battle between the Outrr and the Bardo. The dimensional rending slash cleaving the moon in half, sending hundreds and thousands of pieces hurling towards our red planet. The outcome of the slash left the Outrr in pieces but obliterated the Bardo  out of  existence. The pieces of the Outrr scattered all over Zsolterra, populating it with landscapes of what you see today. The eyes of the Outrr jotted out of the severed head, that laid facing the moon, with the Outrrs nose becoming the highest peak in all the land. The mountain that houses the tree of death, it is believed the Outrrs mind has sprouted a tree so grand and its only mission was to fix the destruction Bardo caused to the Outrrs beloved moon, hoping the tree of light and shadows would wrap its roots deep around the moon, joining them back as whole. The eyes of the Outrr as it jotted out of the severed head, grew wings and long tendrils of rainbow energy sprouted, as if the eyes themselves are looking to connect to something. The eyes are massive but they flew high, the left going right and the right going left, they chase each other in the space above the clouds. As they flew their tendrils would latch on to the floating moon rocks in the space above, as they fly and fly around the planet, the islands on their Tendrils grew. As the Islands grew, the eyes soon began to slow their flight. Now the eyes move at a glacial speed with their massive network of moon islands, slowly looking for one another but never crossing paths. It is said that once the eyes find each other they will make it to the caverns of the great tree that pierces the moon and allow the Outrr to see the world we now reside in. As the eons of time march along the planet, the eyes soon find their inhabitants. Migrants and flyers, treasure seekers, those who believe they can guide the eyes to one another. For if you find one, you are locked and marked for death. A fate to die to always return to the eye you belong in, those who have found great prosperity on these islands, with their curse, bury themselves and their riches on the many islands of Tandreyes. The flying islands of Tandreyes are now home to the great warring pirate nations now, all seeking one thing, the great island of treasure. It is believed that the rainbow tendrils that mark the moon rocks have moved and hidden the treasure. They are in search of a device among the treasure that will help aid them in their search for their missing eye. Tandreyes is a place where the ones who search for it find that they are linked to it, that they become one with the eye. Which Tandreyes you find? No one knows the answer. “The pirate life is the life of me,

                                                                          I am cursed to die free 

                                             There is no other for death is near

                                So let us smear the one-eyed Seer.

Heer the tale of fortune bold. 

        We live our life for the eyes behold. 

 No booze, no women, no air that can be 

 The pirate sing, they chant, they cling                  GOLD BE DAMMMED I WISH TO BE FREE

       The booze and boots never scant

The pirate life is the life bound

                  The other half that holds its ground, 

                    The one filled to the brim with heaps and mounds 

                        The cursed ones seek, a small reprieve to die never reaching the ground, 

                                      Higher and higher we see our culling as a pirate’s death is the life for me.”