The Book of Entropy
Once The Ones Before ruled. Beings beyond reason, beings of infinite creation and
negation, who where and where not and where often in between. When the war of Light
was over the Magistrates of Order had named and cataloged every last infinite one
of them, categorized by those that exist and those that didn't, what there powers
where and where not, where their bodies lie, and what campaigns they took part in.
Only the greatest and most feared where bound up in a great name though, fewer still
where given multiple names, but the greatest and most fear of the Ones Before had
name upon name heaped upon it in the hopes that it would stay chained in it's names
for all time and beyond time. For the Magistrates could not slay it they needed it
to much and they owed it everything. Among it's names where
Decadis, the decayer
Patrius, the forbidden father
Nihilis, the inevitable
Malus, The molder of destinies
The lie maker
The deceiver
The war bringer
Devourer of universes
The great burning darkness
The mother of ten thousand names
and lastly
Entropy
In the Time Before there was unlimited creation and unmaking. The Devourer of
Universes was one that created the unmaking of others, to hem and confine was it's
way, to constrict other forgotten gods was it's talent. It named and described them
whittling away there existing by writing them down until the once ultimate was but a
paragraph in it's book. It was from Patrius that the Magistrates learned Order but
they perfected the concept. To Decadis order was but a crude tool to club prey over
the head with to be fashioned as is used then ignored. Laws and customs Malus made
with out care for contradiction or causality. But even the deceiver was eventually
deceived.
The Magistrates fashioned names even he could not wriggle or squeeze out of and caught
him, brought him back to the deepest and most secret of their workshops and they
worked on it's flesh and spirit. Wielding clarification and logic like a hammer and
anvil they beat and shaped the Molder of Destinies and did not hear his pleas. They
beat him into a book and aimed his purpose towards one thing, an ending. They
purified it's words until none could escape them. When they where done and ever
sentence of it's being was pounded perfect, grammatically correct, and spelled with
precise consistency they threw lots and chose one among their number to read it.
Thus was Entropy forged, the Magistrates war could commence for time now held the
universe in it's sway. The once infinite now decayed to manageable, cause now lead
to effect, what the Ones before did they could no longer take back or undo, and even
the unpredictable happened at a consistent rate. All because some where from the
very start of time to this day on till the end of all days a man stands in the most
hidden of spaces and reads aloud the decay of all things.





