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The world is quick to forget from whence she came, and what follows is scorn and death and bitterness.   — Words of Visperus, as written by Sarott III
  The world was birthed by three angels: Hopheht, the angel of Light; Estrosh, the angel of The Gray; and Beofrera, the angel of Dark. From the velvet black sheaves of the universe, stardust was weaved by their hands into galaxies and planets. On a particular world, of which Estrosh and Beofrera grew quite fond, they created life.   When the creating was all done on that particular world, the two angels sought out Hopheht who was busy decorating the skies, and they left their creations to their own devices—although, not without some divine supervision. Hopheht, when they had been told of the pair's workings, grew a little jealous at being forgotten. To appease their sibling, Estrosh and Beofrera allowed Hopheht to place a creation of their own on the planet: one that would serve as a guiding hand of brilliance and light in their absence. From the sun's rays and summer dust, Hopheht created the médōnai.   A strong maiden-people who lived in delight of warmth and the sun, with a crown of brilliantly-scaled serpents, the médōnai were firstly revered as gifts from the common folk's gods.   Ages passed, however, and the gods fell out of favor with the common people. With them fell the médōnai. Most were regarded as monstrous and were shunned to the high-off temples where they continued to worship and pray to their absent gods in hopes of their return. Others mingled with the common folk, and their blood diluted from its celestial gold to muddy red. Many offspring of the common people and the médōnai lost their serpentine crown; it was for the best, however, for snakes had also fallen from a visage of healing and strength to that of dishonesty and death. Any child born with scales adorning their head was misplaced or killed.
With a passing of the Dark Sun, a new child comes into the world—a new king. Within him, golden blood runs, and he brings with his crowning a new Turning of the Ages.

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