Excerpt from "On Entropies and the Aeld", Tempered Vale Library

Preface

In the study of modern Physyyk much attention is paid to the Entropic Principle, especially as to why caloric is so often lost to the aether during combustion or similar. This entropic energy is lost to the chaos inherent in the acts of combustion and fire Majyyks, and is not itself destructable in nature; rather the advance of disorder and chaos is unopposed in modern Physyyk. It is not only applicable to Physyyk, however, the entropic principle applies also to Metaphysyyk and indeed in the sphere of Majyyk. The only process without symmetry in the flow of time, Entropy is alone in defining the forward motion through time's great river. One can have those Galvanic principles free in time's flow, but one can never expect Disorder to become order, and this chaos cannot be constrained without the creation of greater chaos elsewhere in the Aether.

Why when great lord Ao tasks the gods of the furthest realms with the balance of chaos and order can such chaos be unopposed, inviolate? Why do such agents of chaos as Kezef and Cyric continually set out to subvert the balance of the planes? The fundaments of the mortal plane lie in the order of the great Ao, the wellspring of all the planes. But while Ao is the impetus for creation as it is, the basis of all laws of Physyyk and Majyyk are in symmetry, and no sphere can come into being under the impetus of an aspect without a diametric, opposing influence. Relegated to the great divide, the void beyond the mortal and aether spheres lies the Aelder, a realm incompatible with our own.

On The Court of the Aeld

The Aelder is difficult to understand, and men have lost much of themselves delving into it's secrets. In the mortal plane, if one connects two points with string, when tightened the string becomes a straight line. We expect and crave this order, as all those creations of Ao must. But there is chaos in the Aeld, and it is as inimical to us as water is to flame. When pulled taut in the Aeld, our hypothetical string might bend, or shift unbroken and disconnected from one point to another. It is here, in this rift, that the Outer Gods hold sway over their abominations and their great, shifting, writhing court. Of the lesser abominations of the Aeld much is written, but of the Aeldritch court holding sway at the center little is known.

I have in my years of deep study glimpsed upon this court only once, and it was terrible to behold. It was anathema upon my senses, forcing opposing sensations upon my faculties-Hot and Cold, Bright and Dark- and it shifted in such a pattern to make me unsure if there was any pattern at all, either one so great and monstrous as I could not get a sense of it, or truly chaotic. Watching, it was if one thousand, thousand mirrors shifted at perilous angles, revealing in one second a great maw, then a multitude of eyes and teeth, then some great tendril shifting across to blot out the sky. It's unearthly choir of voices resonates inside my skull still, 

W̗̻͔͇̪̣h̪͖͚̼̫́a̯̪̖t̜͔ ̥̘a͍͔r͏̻͕͎͉͚e̯̫͕̲͔̰̝ ̛yo͎̭͠u,̧̤͚͔̯̜̭ͅ ̺͠l͕̦̹ḭ̥ţ̳̜̱̬̜t̪̟̯͕̀l̠̘͔̥̤̠e̼ ̺͎̥͉̞͜ͅo̠͘ṉ͔̹̜̬͚ḛ̼͎̱̼̩̬͟ -̶̞̫̺̞ͅ             O̴̖̭͎͇̝̣ͅf̝̯͖̲̥͞    
                                               W̶̗̜̜̭̯͚̙h̝̼͡a͚̙̤͍̩t̶̯̩͎͖̦       A̛̟ͅr̘̗̘̫̹̙e̝͎̮̗̠̝                                Ỳ͍̫̗͕̤o̞̠͉̣̥̥̫͞u͙̪̘͖͉̞                                                                                 M͉̦̜͠ḁ͓d͎̠̰̙̼e̩͓̻̘͍͍̖?̪͔̺͞
̣                                                         W͔̱̘ͅh̙̪̘͙̞͟yh̗a̭v҉̖e̵̯̤͕͔̪y҉͎͙̱͉̭o̷͎̯͈͓̼̙̺ṷ̢͉̦̰C̳̝͕̖O̩͉̗͉M̷̦̯E͖͙̰̺͎͚͎̕t̖̼̲̠̦͎̕o͍̕u̷s҉̗̪ͅ ̜͙́                 FE̲̠̪͚̕E͎͢D̫̺̭̜̱̪̪̀ u̳̼͔͜s̫͢f̮͙̯̼͚̩ͅe̷͓͓̫e̷̱̻d U͈̪͕̗̖͓̜S͚͕͓͈̘̦̻F e͏Ed͙U̘͞ͅ s̸̰̫̲̰̖̭̝
                             ̦̖D͖o̶ ͔̤̙͢y̼̱͚̠̬̥̖o̳̟̤͍̖̦u͎̖̘͕̜͈ ̸w͙͔̪͈̞̻ișh̴̹̱̘ ͙̬̬͇̗͜t̡̫̬̙o҉̘͇͚̖̪̤ ̴͉͕̥͉̤̦
                                               t̢̎ͤ͗̏̈́͝a̸̢̽ͦ̉̆ͨ́͘n̵̊͋̎͊̿̉͗g̸̉͆̈́̓̀l̓͒͏̷e̒ͨ̃̈́ͯ̓̔
                                                               w͢i̳̙͎̳̺̮̱t̷͚̻̹̺͙ͅh͟ ̬̙͎̲͉͡u̪s?̶
           ̧̣͇C̷̯̯̟o͚̞̗̟̳ͅͅm͈e̵͕ ̦̰͇̤͢a̪̮̠̣͉ͅn̨̳̗̝̙̯d͈̝̞͟ ̹̥͈t͔̪̹a̲̭̺̤̬n̞̥̘͝g͈͙͍͇̳̞ͅl̟̘̜͚͟e͖̭͈͝              ͕̙͙̬̠̮͈C̠͉̻̹̗͝L̥̟U̸S̶̜̫͈̲̗̻T̢E̲͉̻͙̰̼ͅR͚̖̞j̬̖̤̫̱̪o̼̙̺͍̖̯͚i͙̲͔̼n̤̖͍͓̩͡W̷̭͈̣̗R̵̺IT̤͓͝H̸̗͖É͕̭̰u̵s̮̙̯͙͎̟͘F̜̲͇̯L͇̼̘̰̯̺̳A̛̦̠̘̻̥I̸̯̥͇̜̙̳̰L̩̘
̧͎̯̟̩͔W͎͞  h̝͍̝ y͚͎͙͡   d̨͉̫̩͖ o͔̘̣̝  y̲̠͟ o͡   u̶̝̙̩̻̺ͅ r̵̦͇̠͓̟̯ e̗͙͈͖͙̱ s͜ͅ o̵͈ n̸̯̜̘̩͇̖ a̭͍͘ t̷͎͇ e҉͍̝̺̪̞̘    S̶̹̪̹̥͉̮O̺̰͚̩͇̘͇ r e͔̲̥  g͕̼̜͓͎͝ u̸  l̜   a r͏̮̫͖̤   l y̖ͅ
                                                           ҉̠̮͇̖̳̦̳     Y̨̻̗̬̱̹̜͍o҉̦u̲ ̣͈̩͟a̧͎ͅr͖̞̰͍̠̦e͚͜ ͚̜o͓̫̯͙͚̺̕r̜̟̠̥̳d͡ͅe̷̬͚r̛̙e̖̤͡d̠-̴̣̙̻͖C̪̟̦͠o͍̠̯͖̲͖n͉̱̥̣̬̟̻t̟̖i̶̪̣̖̠n̬̠͈͖̰ù̖̣o̤͓̻̳͢ͅṵ̶̪̥̩̩̭s̠̣̘͍̪̖-̧̩O͝f҉̲͍̼͚̠o̦̗̻̯͈̬̕n̝̮̣e̺̩̥m͔͎i̧̦̘̺̟̜ͅͅņ̹̼̮̝͎d̨̬̭̬̯
                          ̺͜D͙͟i͇̩̞̭͜g̪̫̤ù̳s͔̯͚͕̘̣ț͎̜̭̺̖i̠̳͢n͙̰͙g͙̲̖͕̙ͅL̻̪̻̣̰͟O̧̥̺͈͓͓V͉̝̗͔͖̝͖Ḙ̩̝̰͓͍L̷Y̴̲̦s̖͉͉̩̼̠ͅm̜̳̹a̼̠͈̥͚̟l͙̘l̝̩̖̩̲ G͚̥̫̱͜ṛ͈̠͇̯̘ẹa̠t̮̭͇̲͇̞̼G̹̲̗̤R͎̫͈̥AT͕̤̗̝̲̥̟I̺̰̼̭͞N̙͢G̼̱̳̗̗̘U̯̳̞̰̖͎̙P̦̯̜͞O̗͞ͅN͏̱̪̙͈̯̲M̬̮͚͚̖͉E̶̖
                                      L̢̡̝̣̣̦̜̱͍̫̙͝e̶̼̙͕͈̤̣͠á͝ͅv҉̗͚̝̬͙e̲̱̰̘ ͕̟̹̬̱̼͙u̷̪̥ş̸̰̪͉̬ ̬͙̠̤̳̭͕̺̕͟-̶͍̲̥͡ ͠҉͚̣̦̫̖̳̭L̴̨͉͚̬͟E҉̴̦̭A͉̯͙̪̰̥̕͞V͓̬̟͇̭̭̀ͅͅḚ̛̼͙̘̟̺͈̯ͅl̻͚̱̳̬̮͍̪͜͝e͉͖̻̱͜a͔͍̝̜̗̫͠v̧̭̯̫͡e̳̙͞U͏͖̬̼͚͈Ś̵̶̰̣̖̺ụ̵̺͇͓̳̣́͘s͏̴̗̼̪ ̹̘͕͔̩̗-͏͈̬͇͍̣̮̻̮ ̧͎͚̕͜B̩̦̕͜E̲̗͚͚̞G̵̪̼̫̀͡Ơ̪̝̙̙̟̖̖̝͟N̲̩̝̞͘͢͞ͅE̸̼̤̪̖̰͕͓͢

Of the one holding sway over their court I can say only that it-t͎̼͙͙̙̜h̡͓͙̜ey͔,̲͟t͍̳̪̫͝h̺̙͓̟e͡m̰,͏ ̫͔̣i̸̻͎t͇̝̺̻̱̣s̵̠e̬͙̲l͇̀f̡̖͙͙,̜͉ͅ ̢̖͇i̲͎̦ts̶͕͙͖͙̤̩ͅẹ̵̰͎̖̼l̰͕̪̖͢v̻͇e̥s̟͝-is neither cruel nor terrible, kind or great. Only that it is a vast and tangled thing, beating out some great, unknowable rhythm against the boundaries of the planes.  I pray you do not come upon it.