In Thysian history, it is a rather recent discovery that, perhaps, mortals matter, it is something echoed down the hallways of countries, carried by winds of gossip and fear and finally, settling around the ears of those willing to whisper it back with more and more certainty as it rises into a crescendous, sonourous bell that claims the shells and souls of Gods.
It started with the Material Deity, who put their stock into the souls of mortals to end the endless divine warfare that used Thysia as their battleground, the Material Deity thrust their hands into the forms of mortals and found the truth of their souls: potency, danger and identity.. From that day, the deity decreed every mortal soul shall become a weapon or item at the creature’s day of manifestation, unique distinct and a mirror to their bloodlines and one that changes as their very being does… but every item shared one ability, the ability to deal wounds to a divine being. Work complete, the material deity was sundered by the other divines who sought to undo this blight to their very beings formed by his hands. From his body the world of Thysia was formed: the head becoming Anotherosi with their intellect, acumen and technological skill, the arms became Thalasia and Sibi, strong, hardy and built to last against the ever changing climates and stormy seas, the legs became Epizonia and Razdelin, ever looking up and hoping to become more than they are, ever moving forward.
The material deity’s sacrifice led to a fury and conquest only mortals could be capable of: led by Gregor Viltis and his glaive, god after god were sundered. Many of their screams formed the wind that you remember battering the walls of the ship you were on, their cries and tears forming the rain and crackling thunder that battered the skies and their blood and viscera formed the seas which threw your ship: the Avem Natandi against rocks and surf and, while Viltis’ work was millenia ago now, it is truly a wonder that mortals still wonder if they truly matter?