Gi

Gi is an old world. The ebb and flow of time has washed over it like the tide. Hundreds of civilizations have been pulled under in its unyielding current. And as the storms of the cosmos rage they reshape the shores of Gi again and again. Though Gi orbits the star Ilios, the universe revolves around Gi. For it is the fulcrum of the multiverse. The planes of Morality, the planes of Order, they all converge upon Gi.   The Gods themselves know of Gi. They all find parts of themselves drawn to this place; a place where they all share influence. A place where the world shapes them as much as they shape it. Gi and its peoples share a special bond with the divine. Thus do events on Gi spiral out to the far corners of the multiverse.   The peoples of Gi are not its descendants. Rather they are its wards. Orphans of the divine, cast out among the cold stars until they eventually found their way to Gi. Many stayed, more have been forgotten. A few left for new homes somewhere out in the multiverse. But all people of Gi have left their mark upon the cosmos.   What mark will Gi's current peoples leave? Only the Fates know; if they are to be believed.