In the original game, the backstory revolved around The Epitaph of Twilight, a tale concerning Saya the little witch, called a shadowed one, and her companion sprites in search of the famous Twilight Dragon would would stop the Accursed Wave from destroying all. Despite the inevitable doom spoken about in the epic tale, the story itself was never completed, and only fragments of it remained by the time anyone took interest. Followers and readers of Emma Wieland began posting their fragments as interest grew (primarily due to the popularity of The World as a game). However, the accuracy of such postings were sketchy, and it was common for typos and "personal interpretation" to create errors in the transcriptions and translations.
The most notable collection of fragments in Eastern Europe belonged to Faerkinder, an otherwise anonymous author of a low-budget website with historical articles and transcriptions of fantasy novels. In all, there were thirty six fragments of The Epitaph on his website, some commonly known, some mysterious, and some with suspect accuracy.
When Pavel encountered this great collection, he gobbled up the contents and began shaping an alternative story for The World Neuvo, knowing full well that the other hackers were likely to reject his first rendition. The waltzing of ballerinas and the calligraphy of an ape tribe with Mongolian features were unsuitable for the cultures of the factions of a fantasy game originally revolving around the destruction of sprites. Perhaps, Pavel thought, I could still combine these new cultures in the factions that evolved after the fall of sprites. Had the sun fallen and smashed into the Pacific Ocean, vaporizing every drop of water, it would have failed to enhanced the creative writing power of this D-Rated Dostoevsky. Beer games were easy, but a fantasy world was intangible, whimsical, dreamy. Had all of his best ideas been written on sticky notes above the latest book he was reading when they came to him, their correlation with the attractive components of each book would have been unquestionable. Fortunately, Pavel did read enough to attract unmarried librarians, and he had collected a basket of decent ideas to employ when had completed the initial stages of story writing, including world building. Consequently, the collection of Faerkinder - regardless of their accuracy - made invaluable source material for Pavel.
Of all of the fragments of The Epitaph on the website of Faerkinder, the greatest ones of interest concerned those commonly associated with Land's End. If Mobashem was the "Guardian of Land's End" as Pavel believed, then perhaps these particular fragments would provide a clue. Pavel found four fragments in the category of interest - two that seemed fairly well known and two of mysterious origins.
The first of the well-known fragments was uttered by Mobashem, and a popular transcription was relayed to Dasomov by Pavel.
The second of the well-known fragments Pavel believed alluded to a monster that intercepted the protagonist and her companions at the edge of the "Keel Mountains" (Dragonbein, referring to bones of the dragon that pulled the sun god). The translation went like so:
Past the falls, before the gigantic stone carcass,
stood weary followers three.
"Tread lightly, remain awake", begged Fili,
"lest night creep feast
and slumber be found within belly of beast!"
Jaws open when eyes close,
and here be the scavenger,
devouring the lost and wanderer.
Of the two mysterious fragments, one Pavel identified as fan-made due to the obvious writing style. A quick internet search revealed that it fit perfectly within a fan-made rewrite of The Epitaph story. The second fragment, however, was greatly confusing. Pavel dismissed this as merely the poor translation into Russian because rereading its words over and over again to himself didn't make its meaning any clearer. For a couple of nights, he rehashed its lines over and over to himself in his sleep.
Frozen stones, frozen more
Her wake as hostile as her face.
The chase continues through the deepest of caverns.
The eye of the guardian penetrates the dark;
Swiftly following until duty's end.
What is the "duty"? he wondered. In ten minute intervals, he awaken and ponder this question until his eyes could open no more. As the darkness filled Pavel's eyes, the shroud of mystery grew thicker.