Tales From Janus Valley
Chronicle 86 of the History of the Tu'atra
In the hatching days of the world, the green was all. Our foresires, great and terrible, birthed the children in their image. From the Hall of Heaven, they gazed at us, crawling in the mud and slime, and their thoughts were our thoughts. Our strength battled the sires’ enemies, and our lives were given in their mighty name, for they were Ako-te-katra, the cruel makers.
Radiant Itra, sacred be his crown, saw our blood spilled for the cruel makers, and took pity on the children. With blessed Nuk, the night sister, holy legions waged war against the Ako-te-katra, driving them from the world. But when the children looked around, they saw the old home was ruined, and they despaired.
Mother Nuk saw the children wailing, and carved a new nest for the faithful. Father Itra turned his radiant face upon us, and the new green flourished. Thus did the children of the Ako-te-katra find a new home, in the sheltering green of the Basin, and new, loving gods to provide for us.
Skyfather Itra, watch over your brood, as you did in ages past. Mother Nuka, shelter us from the beasts of the wild and the savagery of the wicked. And should the makers return, deliver us as you once did. Blessed be night and day, let it be forevermore.
Describes in no small detail, the coming of someone called the “Xocan’katra,” who was apparently a prophet of the Tu’atra’s old gods. Claiming divine insight, she alleged that the Tu’atran progenitor gods yet lived, and that only immediate declarations of fealty would spare the Tu’atra from divine retribution. She raised a militia of peasant lizardfolk and engaged in a series of uprising skirmishes against King Rathal and the capitol. After the rebellion was crushed, Xocan’katra was publicly executed and her identity was excised from all records, her real name forbidden from ever being spoken again.
Describes a severe drought in the basin, during which time worship of the sun god Itra dramatically declined. Astrologers and soothsayers offered varying advice, and blood sacrifices briefly became popular. In the end, a comet was spotted, and the rains came again shortly thereafter. The comet is now identified as a portent from Nuk that the Tu’atra’s faith survived their trial, and they were rewarded. The canto ends with a praise to Nuk for her divine compassion.
Includes descriptions of many types of flowers native to the Tu’atra basin. This portion was written coinciding with something called the Festival of Blossoms. Many of the plants described are unique subspecies not found anywhere else. After lengthy discussion of flower types, the actual festival is chronicled. The festival apparently centers around ornate dancing rituals and ends with the blooming of a rare plant that only happens once in a generation.
The final cantos of this chronicle celebrates the hatching of King Rathal’s daughter. After much consulting with seers, she is named Savarr, and will be groomed to take the throne in the future. The scroll ends with a lengthy praise to the health and continued prosperity of the royal family.