The Fall of Sy’u-gi of Lo’meh

Some three millennia before, rose along the Ly’u-bol Glas-p’oo,  the Sy’u-gi’ Ckulp’c in the R’um-ja’ of Mo’Bu-Ju’, with its odd gray and misshapen stones and its queer looking peoples. Translucent red, with loose and heavy skin, elongated noses, flabby lips and protuberant eyes, the peoples of Ckulp’c were considered a horror to behold.

However, their civilization had survived and adapted to the half-dead planet on which it was forced to reside. The peoples of  Ckulp’c found pleasure in dancing under the gibbous moon to their ill formed half-lizard, half-rat God, Zaa-q’ran and once they rediscovered fire, the celebration rose to nightly performances of hideous shapes casting shadows across the open expanse of the dust-fill vastness that lay all about them.

Then from the west came travelers, who upon discovering the Ly’u-bol Glas-p’oo decided to settle their remaining numbers along it’s tangled banks. And there they established, along the coming trade route, the Sy’u-gi’ of Lo’meh, a place that soon prospered.

The one-time travelers looked down of the people of Ckulp’c and their awful ceremonies, their ugly god and their unnatural forms and decided to make war on their peaceable neighbors. At once they set upon the older community and slaughtered the inhabitants, leaving none alive.

After they disposed of their enemies corporal fleshiness, having rolled the festering dead bodies into Ly’u-bol Glas-p’oo, they set about dismantling  Ckulp’c, destroying their center of worship and all carvings, drawings and likenesses of gods, including the one they hailed as Zaa-q’ran, shattering it before tossing the pieces into Ly’u-bol Glas-p’oo as well. Satisfied, they opened the razed buildings to the ever-expanding population of Lo’meh for resettlement.

Life was grand for the next one-thousand-years and it was during the kyr-annum celebration of that Great Conquest of Ckulp’c, that the people of  Lo’meh laughed, ate and danced with the knowledge that they had in one night and one day laid waste to a grotesque and evil society, once known as the Ckulp’c. And as the grand celebration drew nearer, Kings and vagabonds tossed up tents inside and out of the city’s high stone walls in anticipation.

Feasts, with great long tables were offered to visitors, noble and slave, and each were bid to take more than their share and enjoy. Among these wondrous foods, spices and drink was the prized G’lea’g, large and speckled in many colors that were drawn from Ly’u-bol Glas-p’oo by the bushel for those gathered to feast on.

Served on silver platters, bedecked with fiery opals, throughout the Palace and high in the Priest Towers, the official revelers made merry with delight in their feasting. It is said, too, that G’lea’g was served outside the walls to those lesser Priests and Princes as well, so that no man, woman or child was exonerated from the joyous occasion.

Not one votary noted the hellish red mist that fell from the gibbous essence cast by that nights moon glow onto the embankments of Ly’u-bol Glas-p’oo. Nor was attention paid when that same mistiness dipped beneath the waters surface only to reemerge moments later, rejoining with the gibbous face of the single sky being above.

Lost in their own reveling, celebrants failed to see the odd cast of shadows that fell against the walls, that moved along the floors of the many public buildings and crept deep into the darkened places, between the private dwellings and the visitant-laden streets of fated Lo’meh. It was slightly ahead of midnight, that the gold-plated gates burst open and all the half-million within those massive walls, poured forth in a blackened throng out onto the desolate plains of the R’um-ja’ of Mo’Bu-Ju’, in all directions.

Those that fled, not understanding why but with fear written in their faces and quickly convexing eyes, muttered strange and repelling words that none would understand. Mad men, crazed and ever-changing, cast bulging eyes back upon the Priests Towers and the open-framed windows of the Palace only to witness to their alarm the vision the hideous dancing of a people translucent red, loose and heavy skinned, elongated noses, flabby lips and protuberant eyes.

No more do men regularly travel to that which was once Lo’meh, and those hearty beings that do, do so with only an idle curiosity. When they do, they find no splendor withing the remainder of a city, rather a slimy residue and creatures best described as half-rat and half-lizard over-populating the once vast dwellings and public sites that beheld the once victorious sy’u-gi’, Lo’meh.