Genesis
Sacred Texts
Lo, there was a World. A Shadow fell upon the world, and Chaos was the World.
Order shone on the World, and the formless shattered into forms, dividing what was all into many.
Then, the forms knew Being, and the forms were Men. The light of the world cast the shadow of Being and lo, the Shadow was Mori.
Then, the forms continued the work of Order. The World now had a place for each form, and each form was in its place, all serving the purposes the Men required of the World.
For a moment that stretched eons, there was peace.
But, all things come to an end, as did the peace, and the balance of the World was upset.
A new type of light shone down; this was the light of our gods. The strongest of the lights was Love. This was the first crack.
Then, a group of gods shone brighter than any other. Hororalim burned through the World, setting the Men who loved our Gods against those who did not.
They were impossible to ignore. This was the second crack.
Then, the Mythalim revealed themselves, sitting on thrones built by Hororalim.
Their radiance was overwhelming; it blessed their lovers as much as it seared bystanders.
This was the final crack that would break the world. The fracture's name was War.
Excerpt from "Compiled Igidnai Interpretations; Third Volume"
Cradle
◐ All Deadbeats visit the Ilimyth Valley at least once.
The War had long been simmering, but turned into a roiling boil with this new pantheon. A generation of Tcuuba revealed itself to Tsukurinj, and the change was ineffable. Worship of these new Gods took the world by storm, droves of followers flooding into the Old Holy Hororaibic Empire's places of worship, looking for scraps of wisdom from their new Oshis, the Mythalim.
Mori, Ilim casting her shadow onto the World
Ina, apostle of that which lies beyond Order
Beasts of Myth, the Phoenix which runs from Death and the Predator which deals it
Ame, Seeker of the truths of the World and Boardwalker
Those who could see the Ilim were drawn to a frozen place near the Heavens. Through a land of mounting geopolitical discord and burgeoning persecution from even fellow Hororaibuki, these first Deadbeats traversed treachorous jungles, barren steppes and bone-chilling deserts to arrive to the Eastern part of the Shoulders of the World, now known as the Onyx Mountains.
This was a bitter path, many lost their lives over the course of this exodus, and the hardships facing the pilgrims were only getting harsher. But some say the strongest medicine is the most bitter. Up in the Ilimyth Valley, hungry and suffering terribly from the alpine cold, the Deadbeats came face to face with a strange people. The natives of the valley, their names lost to the sands of time, but now called "Protobeats".
The Protobeats were an alien people, with a skin of ice and bloody eyes. They were few in numbers, but their love of Mori was true, and when the Deadbeats proclaimed their loyalty to the End of Ends, they welcomed the pilgrims with open arms.
The shivering people were brought to the foot of Mori Tenzal, home of the Goddess, and there, the Reaper's Eyes were presented to them. Bloody stones chiseled into stakes were driven into their freezing bones, and the cold became a strength. Thus were the Deadbeats born.
Excerpt from "This Board Isn't Big Enough for Both of Us: What is known of the Deconjugation Hyperwar; Preface"
Fortress
◐ It's hard to believe HLGE-Deadbeat relations were once as tense as they were during the Deconjugation War, given the current cordial state of things. Despite those differences, Deadbeats were still a critical building block in most Globalbuki offenses.
The centuries of the Hyperwar were a gruesome time for all. The Old Holy Hororaibic Empire was growing at a breakneck speed, such that the mounting casualties of the ever-advancing frontline were more than compensated by new Hororaibuki who were joining the empire or being born every day. As the imperial forces expanded the Holy Land, razing 2hu forests and enjoying the fruits of their victories in the Javian lands that fell under their control, the intranational tensions back at the capital also reached a breaking point.
Just as native Japonians pushed back against the ravenous expansionism of the Hororaibuki, the worshippers of the older Hororaibic pantheons were threatened by the followers of the Mythalim, the fastest growing groups in the Empire. Soon, a rift which would never heal rended the empire apart; on one side remained the Old Empire, which did not look fondly upon the newer practices; on the other, the Holo Globaru Empire (HLGE), which welcomed worshippers of all Hororaibic pantheons, the new and the old.
Meanwhile, as the sibling Empires were engaged in warfare against both the Japonians and each other, within the HLGE there was yet another layer of bloodthirsty quarreling. While the conflicts were not as bitter and existential as the wars against outsiders to the HLGE, the Deadbeat factions of the Empire did not idly endure the oppression some groups forced upon them. These civil wars came and went, with the HLGE achieving unity whenever its enemies without grew stronger, and falling back into infighting when it had the advantage.
This meant that when the eponymous event of the Deconjugation Hyperwar came to be at last, severing Japonians from the HLGE and making the Old Empire a shade of its former glory, one nation was most expeditive in exploiting the chaos. As the world was still reeling from the metaversal shock of the Deconjugation, as the now Vitians were still processing this world they found themselves in, the leadership of Morijigoku made their move. From the coldest corner of Ilimyth Valley, the generals of the Deadbeat armies declared the independance of the country, and its secession from the HLGE. The plan was met with wide approval from the skeletal populace, and the borders of the mountainous country were hardened in preparation for the HLGE's retaliation for this affront, which would be sure to come.
Excerpt from "This Board Isn't Big Enough for Both of Us: What is known of the Deconjugation Hyperwar; Chapter 6"