Gods in the World
Characters with any of the following traits would know this information:
Race:
Class: Bard, Cleric, Druid, Paladin, Wizard
Background: Acolyte, Noble, Sage, Sailor
Skill Proficiency: History, Arcana, Religion, Nature
-------------- When the gods first entered The Emergent Plane during The First Dragon War, it is believed by many that they each found a place in the world where they continue to exist, at least in some capacity, within the realm of mortals. Whether these are true stories or not is unknown, but nevertheless those who study the gods believe them to be the truth. No sooner had they entered the world than Malavach, the God of War and Destruction, and Torach, the God of Retribution, engaged in battle, as their profound hatred for each other is ceaseless and unwavering. Their violent conflict tore across the world, each clash transforming it and creating the deep canyons, high mountains, and erupting volcanoes that exist today. The other gods feared the warring of the brother gods would destroy the world, and so they banished the brothers to the sky. Their heated battle became the sun, their blinding rage too intense for mortals to look upon directly, and so the sun heats the world and through Thaemenar, that heat provides light. Each day, the sun rises as Malavach sets out to destroy the world in his fiery wrath, and each day, Torach meets him in battle, matching his brother blow for blow, stopping Malavach for another day as the sun sinks beneath the horizon. It is believed that should Torach fail to subdue his brother each day, the sun would not fall, and the world would be consumed in fire. Saeralla, the quiet Goddess of Fate and Knowledge, created for herself a library in the sky, and each night she passes over the world, illuminating it with the dim light of her magical lamp as she researches endlessly in her study. This light is what mortals call the moon. She passes over the world, searching for signs of her mischievous brother in the night, and yet never finds him. Perhaps Saeralla cannot find The Lord of Games because it is believed that he resides in the dreams of mortals, showing them strange, sometimes incomprehensible visions as they sleep and bringing some of the chaotic nature of the Faewylde to all creatures in their slumber. It is believed by many that while they rest, The Lord of Games spirits off their mind to his realm for entertainment, returning them to their bodies as they wake, and in doing so he remains in the world without being caught by the watchful eye of his sister. Some even believe that he shows visions of what might be, and so prophets of The Lord of Games spend much of their time asleep, hoping to gain his favor so that he might bless them with images of what is to come. Thaemenar and Vyshareth are believed to be in constant contest, with Thaemenar being the light of the world, seeking to illuminate the encroaching darkness that is Vyshareth. Where there is dark, there is Vyshareth, and so many mortals prefer the calming presence of light, so that Thaemenar's grace might ward off her influence, as Vyshareth seeks nothing more than the suffering and death of all mortals. Others however believe the two to exist in a more corporeal sense: Some believe Thaemenar exists as the trees and grass and waters of the world, providing life to the mortals who live in it, while Vyshareth inhabits the swampy marshlands and fetid bogs, living representations of her corrupting influence. Whether either story is true can only be speculated by mortal minds, but regardless, many take their possibility into account when travelling the world. The spousal gods Alleniel and Daemaskorn are believed to reside within the hearts and minds of mortals themselves. When a mortal behaves honorable and true, it is believed to be through the voice of Alleniel speaking to them. And when an individual acts on their own interests, it is said that Daemaskorn has sway over their hearts. Both gods despise those who do not keep their word however, and as such few are reviled more than oath-breakers, heathens that are thought to have earned the ire of both gods.
Class: Bard, Cleric, Druid, Paladin, Wizard
Background: Acolyte, Noble, Sage, Sailor
Skill Proficiency: History, Arcana, Religion, Nature
-------------- When the gods first entered The Emergent Plane during The First Dragon War, it is believed by many that they each found a place in the world where they continue to exist, at least in some capacity, within the realm of mortals. Whether these are true stories or not is unknown, but nevertheless those who study the gods believe them to be the truth. No sooner had they entered the world than Malavach, the God of War and Destruction, and Torach, the God of Retribution, engaged in battle, as their profound hatred for each other is ceaseless and unwavering. Their violent conflict tore across the world, each clash transforming it and creating the deep canyons, high mountains, and erupting volcanoes that exist today. The other gods feared the warring of the brother gods would destroy the world, and so they banished the brothers to the sky. Their heated battle became the sun, their blinding rage too intense for mortals to look upon directly, and so the sun heats the world and through Thaemenar, that heat provides light. Each day, the sun rises as Malavach sets out to destroy the world in his fiery wrath, and each day, Torach meets him in battle, matching his brother blow for blow, stopping Malavach for another day as the sun sinks beneath the horizon. It is believed that should Torach fail to subdue his brother each day, the sun would not fall, and the world would be consumed in fire. Saeralla, the quiet Goddess of Fate and Knowledge, created for herself a library in the sky, and each night she passes over the world, illuminating it with the dim light of her magical lamp as she researches endlessly in her study. This light is what mortals call the moon. She passes over the world, searching for signs of her mischievous brother in the night, and yet never finds him. Perhaps Saeralla cannot find The Lord of Games because it is believed that he resides in the dreams of mortals, showing them strange, sometimes incomprehensible visions as they sleep and bringing some of the chaotic nature of the Faewylde to all creatures in their slumber. It is believed by many that while they rest, The Lord of Games spirits off their mind to his realm for entertainment, returning them to their bodies as they wake, and in doing so he remains in the world without being caught by the watchful eye of his sister. Some even believe that he shows visions of what might be, and so prophets of The Lord of Games spend much of their time asleep, hoping to gain his favor so that he might bless them with images of what is to come. Thaemenar and Vyshareth are believed to be in constant contest, with Thaemenar being the light of the world, seeking to illuminate the encroaching darkness that is Vyshareth. Where there is dark, there is Vyshareth, and so many mortals prefer the calming presence of light, so that Thaemenar's grace might ward off her influence, as Vyshareth seeks nothing more than the suffering and death of all mortals. Others however believe the two to exist in a more corporeal sense: Some believe Thaemenar exists as the trees and grass and waters of the world, providing life to the mortals who live in it, while Vyshareth inhabits the swampy marshlands and fetid bogs, living representations of her corrupting influence. Whether either story is true can only be speculated by mortal minds, but regardless, many take their possibility into account when travelling the world. The spousal gods Alleniel and Daemaskorn are believed to reside within the hearts and minds of mortals themselves. When a mortal behaves honorable and true, it is believed to be through the voice of Alleniel speaking to them. And when an individual acts on their own interests, it is said that Daemaskorn has sway over their hearts. Both gods despise those who do not keep their word however, and as such few are reviled more than oath-breakers, heathens that are thought to have earned the ire of both gods.
