While in our world, the
Temporis servers have opened their doors, in the Krosmoz, in the Dofus Era, a young adventurer is in the middle of a crisis of faith. "
But… What's that got to do with anything?" you ask us. In one word:
Xelor! Born into a family of Fecas,
Varkonos, on the eve of his sixteenth birthday, has just made a radical decision – he'll go elsewhere to become a disciple of the god of time!
The massive library door opened with a creak. Outside, traders praised the merits of the junk they were selling at the market. A dispute was escalating, and a few seconds later, it turned sour – something about rotten Snappers, it seemed… Once inside, Varkonos closed the heavy door on this ever-controversial subject. The young Feca had other concerns…
Silence reigned supreme in the aisles of the library. Not a ghoul, and needless to say, not a Iop to be found. The shelves were so high up that you had to climb tall ladders to reach the top. Fortunately, and despite the years passed, Varkonos remembered exactly where to find what he had come for. He went straight to aisle 8 without so much as glancing at the directions, went down to the end, looked at the lowest shelf and took the seventh book from the end. The book was so imposing that he was forced to use both hands to carry it to the nearest desk. The "boom" he caused when he dropped it on the wooden table resonated throughout the building. A blunt and bossy "shh!" came out of nowhere.
"Sorry…" the young Feca mumbled before sitting down on the bench. He blew on the dusty cover and the title revealed itself: "Mythomania-Free Mythologies" by Magus Ax. The table of contents sent him to page 1219; there, he discovered a chapter soberly titled: "He's a Strong One, That God Xelor". His tongue between his lips, he started reading intensively:
"God of time and space, Xelor is one of the twelve major gods of the Krosmoz. Together with Cra, Ecaflip, Eniripsa, Enutrof, Feca, Iop, Osamodas, Sadida, and Sram, then Sacrier and Pandawa, he reigns over the World of the Twelve and lives in Ingloriom."
"… After the Krosmoz was created by the Great Dragon and the Great Goddess, in order to keep the destructive chaos in which the Demons live at bay, Xelor and the other major gods decided to make the Material Plane a neutral one, to claim Ingloriom for themselves, and to leave the Shustuft Crust to Rushu's demons.
The major gods then ruled successively over several planets, including Esscofixee and Secoxisfee."
Several planets?… Varkonos didn't even know there were any others! Had he forgotten with time? However, he quickly glossed over the creation of the Krosmoz, more willing to dwell on the creation of Xelor's Clock:
"… Some two hundred years after the beginning of the Dofus Era, the god Xelor decided to quantify time in order to give rhythm to the pulsations of the Dofus, which beat in unison to create harmony in the world.
Detaching a cocoon of stellar matter, he created a large clock into which Tempousfouguite butterflies rushed, which, with the fluttering of their wings, made the mechanism shake. Xelor then sealed the body of the Clock by covering it with eleven purple gems. He had just created Xelor's Clock, a tool for measuring time, and introduced the year 0. From now on, events would be classified according to whether they occurred before or after the clock started ticking."
Varkonos knew this song and dance inside out, but what followed began to intrigue him:
"… One day, Xelor realized that the Demons of the Hours were overstepping their rights and taking advantage of breaches in the tapestry of time to steal from adventurers and plots of land in the World of the Twelve. Furious, he arrived in the Outerworld, ready to teach the Demons a severe lesson, and discovered the cozy little world the Demons had created for themselves through their many misdeeds. Against all expectations, Xelor was dazzled by the sight before his eyes. So much so that he decided not to punish the Demons, provided that they hurry: little 1. to repair the tapestry of time; and little 2. to provide access to their arenas to anyone who so wishes, in order to give adventurers from the World of the Twelve the opportunity to uphold chivalry and fight in arenas specially provided for that purpose."
"… In around the year 350, the demon Midnight warned Xelor of the incredible situation Bonta was in; because of a temporal anomaly accidentally created by a Feca adventurer called Arty, the past was being superimposed on the present and the city was condemned to relive the battle of the Crimson Dawn against Brakmar.
The god then intervened and created a vortex to send the fighters from the past back to their time."
The young Feca's heart began to beat faster. The more he read, the more he learned, and the more he felt in his place; he felt that he was making the right decision, going down the right path, as if he had his inner self at the tip of his fingers for the first time… It was both strange and very pleasant!
It was at this very moment that he heard a racket of all of Rushu's Shushus in the library. He tilted his head discreetly to take a look at the entrance… Panic-stricken, he curled up under the desk – It was his mother! Beral, his younger brother, must have told her that he intended to change class. Not to mention he'd promised to clean the barn today… He felt around on the desk blindly to grab the book. One last effort to pull it towards him and… bingo! Gone without a trace! Varkonos held the precious manuscript to his chest and escaped out a back door…
To be continued, in the very near future…
