Prologue
Once, our world was lush, green, and full of life and water was everywhere. The seventeen Doors of Enladil were open, and we traveled back and forth through them to distant lands. We were happy and prosperous.
But then the Green Lord came. He turned the water to dust, and what he could not destroy, he poisoned. His armies slaughtered our people, destroyed our homes, and cut down the forests. He turned our world into a wasteland.
Basret, the goddess of dreams, awoke for the very first time. She walked out of her palace in the stars, carrying her silver chalice in her hands. When she saw what the Green Lord had done, she fell to her knees and wept. Where her tears fell, they pooled and became the oceans. She dropped her chalice and it spilled. Where drops of the clear, cool water fell, they became springs and oasis in the ruined landscape.
The Green Lord and his armies sought to taint these too. Basret took her scetar, slashed her left hand, and scattered her blood over the landscape. Where her vitae mixed with the sand, prides of myran appeared and attacked the Green Lord’s men. Where it splashed onto bare rock, it turned into syserin, spitting poison and driving the Green Lord’s men out of the mountains. Where it mixed with water, mokaren erupted, dragging the Green Lord’s men under to their deaths.
Her creatures cut huge swaths through the Green Lord’s armies, staining the land with their blood, until all that remained was the Green Lord himself. In the city of Hamarna, he called out, blaspheming and daring Basret to show her face.
She appeared before him in all Her splendor, Her left hand still bloodied. The Green Lord lashed out at Her with his sword, but when it struck her, it shattered. Unharmed, Basret struck him down with her scetar. When his soul flew out of his body, She captured it in a jar, then threw it through the Gates of Amduat, banishing him into the realms of the cursed dead.
