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Long ago, Eremaeus the World Shaper left behind a tool of his work deep in the ground, a shard of creation. Forgotten for so long, it lay untouched, sinking deeper. In time it fell to Ennesai, the plane of Air, then down even deeper to Auralon. From there it sank through the icy depths down deeper to Darketol. Eventually sinking even through the hardened earth it plunged into Valkenar, where it began to awaken from its heat. By the time the shard entered the Abyss, it was self-aware. In the abyss it continued even farther, always downward. Ozmandias’ long journey had stretched out his form, but he found rest finally on the underside of Ahmun’zur. Ages passed and he gained more and more power. Eventually, other beings, these demons, came down to visit him. He snuffed out some and consumed many, but others groveled at his immense size and awakened something in him. He delighted in their worship and granted them portions of his power as long as they stayed devoted to him. Their obedience eventually became true devotion, and his primordial message of oblivion refined into an ideal that sparked faith that he alone could carry out that task.

Ozmandias in his true form is a scaled serpent miles long, but his form makes it impossible to enter into conversations with most beings so he makes avatars to do so. At first these avatars were grotesque and demonic as to relate to the forms of the beings who came to him. However recently his avatars have become more humanoid, with merely a pair of horns to show his infernal nature. Urzlah took notice of this. Urzlah hated the mortals of Arawyn. Ozmandias’ overseer was ever obedient, and so he carried his Lord's message to the world above. A select few mortals inspired the same devotion that he had, but even more rejected it. Still Ozmandias persisted, for he wanted to reveal himself to them. When many who had apparently feigned devotion began to reveal their true colors and work against Ozmandias, Urzlah had seen enough. These mortals were not to be trusted, and his master would see. He would destroy them for him, and then all would be as it once was.

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Deep under the lowest island of the Abyss, Ozmandias’ form clung to the rock while surveying Urzlah’s demise in Travance. Urzlah had turned his back on Ozmandias’ will, his devotion perverted by his demonic nature. The demon above didn’t even take Ozmandias’ divine demonic servants, instead calling others who hated the mortals alongside him. Ozmandias had come to love these mortals, even if they knew only fear of him. The great serpent let go of the rock, and continued plunging down forever more into the void. In that moment he took the first step away from the demons, and toward something unknown.

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