New Deity

In the former era of the humanoid's ceaseless malignance upon the realm, it was believed by the enlightened nobles that their grand oracles were indentured to a premonition they could not speak on, but was transcribed in tomes of brass as premenitions of a 4th God. Synchronized by a force only present in the ether, a vow of insolence ensued en mass, tacitly and ardently pledged by the Forefathers of old. Whereby the pontiffs of the Sanghar empire cordoned the southern, ashen island from its eastern neighbors, the shrilling zygote's cries were carried on the salt-water waves where the fey would listen from ancient trees. Empathetic to a dying infant's pleas for a mother pontiff to inaugurate, the eastern occupants became victim to a senseless guilt, believing it was the cosmos itself which orphaned this greater newborn and asked for a savior in the forest. Though, it was in vein that the inhabitants of this world's schisms raged betwixt the desert and the jungle, for it was a lost, blind human who had let the cascading sea guide her to the stillborn god. As the infant fed, human kind breathed their burning clouds and bled their great lakes and grew with to colossal corpses, cursed to a monstrous genocide no oracle had augured before. It was by this cataclysmic extinction of an entire race that the Forefathers were held accountable. And though the gifts of the new god would deliver us an age of prosperous ingenuity and cerebral faith, it was by no mistake that their heads would be staked on spears of opal stone and their mouths sewn by the strongest vines.