The God Chorus

Era beginning/end

An Age of Heroes and Gods

Then came the day Mirtlif spoke the words he had uncovered in Veropia’s ruins. He gave a simple Utterance of Truespeak that Apadell had left. When he spoke the words, the heavens answered. It began as a single note. A note so pure, piercing, rising from nowhere and everywhere at once. A sound like the cracking of the world’s spine rolled across Glosmordin—a deafening chorus, celestial and terrible. Harmonies and discordant. Fire, spiraled across the heavens and bled gold and violet light. In certain places shards of Arcanessence fell from the sky. Magic itself seemed to want to burst its natural states. The "Whispers", the same language that had birthed the world itself, flooded the minds of mortals. Some heard prophecy. Some heard only screams. The air hummed with power. Across all of Glosmordin, minds were flooded with the sounds of true words in their mind, truths too vast to comprehend. And then, the Gods rose. Apadell, unseen but undeniable, took his place among them. Thirteen Sentinel Saints and six Desecrated Saints ascended in that moment, their domains etched into the world: justice, war, ruin, magic and many others. Their visages seen across Glosmordin and where they stood Temples were erected. Mirtlif was declared a saint of Apadell. Even Alcyria contributed to one of the ascended, Craylos, the long dead mortal paladin of Alcyria whose followers now part of this new world that mirtlif brought with him, found Craylos among the ascended, an unexpected heir to divinity and a place stolen from one that would have raised. Talks of one more should rise to make it an even 20. And those who's powers were not allowed to ascend like those of the saints found new power and a desire to not be forgotten. Glosmordin trembled with their awakening. The Aftermath When the Chorus had passed, the world had been remade. In the ruins of temples and the depths of forests, things that had slept for ages stirred. The seas grew restless with forgotten titans. Portals flickered in dark corners and sunlit glades. Opening glimpses into the Ardentia’s shimmering groves of the feywild and the Midnight Obscura’s grasping darkness of the shadow realm. Beneath the earth, the Underworld seethed with newly roused aberrations. Things that should have been dead began to walk again Across the world, mortals bore the scars of the Chorus. Some emerged as prophets, their minds alight with visions. Others twisted, flesh warping into forms neither human nor beast. Many simply woke marked, unaware of what they carried, only to be cast out by those who feared what they did not understand. They became known as the God-scarred. The Avales & Sacravales would no longer be held back in their secretive home of Valhaven. Now that their Immortality was shaken to mortal experiences of birth instead of rebirth and they also were plagued with individuals who were God-scarred. They too were changed in this moment and made themselves known to the rest of Glosmordin. Animals were not spared and monstrosities began to roam the land. Apadell’s promise was complete. A Dance to Apadell's Grace given and the new ascended gods had their chorus. But the Pillars of the Sevenfold wanted to hold someone or something accountable. The world would never be the same again and would bear the echoes of this chorus forever.