Whispers of Divinity
We depart now from what is grounded in fact to look up to the stars and wonder. Who listens to us, out there? What awaits us in the depths of space?As long summers lead into flourishing autumns and dread winters give way to the newness of spring, change is at the forefront of mortal minds. The world of Istralar has endured much over its milennia of existence, even when considering only those years where mortal life first found its way across the earth, but it is not the world that many minds focus on now. With the felling of gods and the gradual corruption of their star, many eyes turn to the skies - to the deities that watch from far above.
The ways of divinity, their mysterious and often devastating decisions, have ever been veiled from mortalkind. No mortal understands how a god is made, nor how a god dies, nor even how many exist. Those secrets lie in the hidden, quiet places, watched over by deities and their assistants, ready to flee from prying eyes if such eyes would seek them. This does not stop mortalkind from theorising. Nor from learning. It has long been suggested that the Core Pantheon are far more plentiful than those living upon Istralar are aware. Mortals have some knowledge of the greater breadth of space, yes, with the space-faring elves and through brave acts practiced by powerful wizards, but there is little to no understanding of other planets akin to Istralar - nor the gods that look upon these worlds. Indeed, if Istralar claims its heroes, then so must these other planets and their watching moons. The only gods known to have ascended hail from the same planet - surely there must be more.
Sweet dreamer, sweetest heart... Listen to this tale of stars.In the time before time, there were many stars that yearned to be born. Their magic, and their desire, would birth them in great swells of light and stars, and with each brilliant spark, came magic. As the eldest of stars lit up the sky for the very first time, so too did the first gods begin to awaken. These primordial beings were utterly alien to life today. They shaped the universe, carving plane after plane, and when their journey was done, they sought their own homes to rest and watch what they had wrought.
Next would come the first gods, the firstborn, or so these deities thought. Stepping into a universe flourishing with the first sparks of magic and energy, feeling the swell of planes around them, these incredible beings would shape reality for themselves. They sculpted into existence time and life, power and death, memory and emotion. Theirs was the creation of all that could be conceived, and all that was inconceivable. Many of these deities lingered, their numbers greater. Most retreated to the edge of creation, where the darkness swallowed them. Some fell in wars waged so violently that the remnants of that fury still mar the skies trillions of years beyond their act. Then, and only then, came the rest. Progenitor deities of whole species and worlds, creators and destroyers of all life that could exist within the multiverse. Those who would shape magic into the form of mortals, and sing whole worlds into existence - and their antitheses, their nemeses, who sought to undo what had been wrought, to spread anger and apathy through all magic could reach.
Listen well, and question all. Not all answers are hidden in plain sight. You have set foot upon a pathway. Now, you must walk it to the end.The idea that there might be more deities unknown to mortals is not new, and yet - the myth is spoken with such assertion that it is almost like it must be true. Yet if there is truth to this, then all teachings of the way the universe is born - the understanding of Pharasma's creation of the River of Souls, the representation of Desna as the one who hung the stars in the sky and Sarenrae as the light of all suns - are these not all then shattered? If these whispers are true, then - have the gods been lying? Do we not deserve the truth from those we sell our immortal souls to..?