Like the others of
The Quartet, she was once a formless omnipotent entity, uncaring of the life they had made. Her only purpose before the Voice of
Vilorlith called out to the void, reaching the minds of the others; she sought to find peace in the maelstrom of creation. As the other gods created their works, she struggled to make sense of it all. There was no cohesion, there was no structure. Only the endless continuity of creation, her mind balked at this reality, and she too added her voice to the grand symphony of
Songs that were creating
Namix.
With her voice, the universe began to resemble the one that is known today. Instilling order where chaos held rule. With her mind now making sense of the vast and endless sea of ideas, concepts, and creations of the other three gods, she made the laws of physics, quantum structuring, the nature of magic, and how it related to the world around them. While she cannot lay claim to the others' creations, she tamed their efforts so as Namix wouldn't be torn apart with each new iteration. Bringing forth the notion of logic in the Divine, the need for balance if their lovingly made creations were to be stable.
After a time, for what is time to a god, she and the others breathed true life into their worlds, bringing about the sentient races that inhabit the world. She insisted that their creations be able to understand them with time, that they would be able to know everything they had made and their places in them. With that, she birthed the
Fae, a race built around the concept of logic and truth-seeking. She gave them the genetics to adapt to any environment with enough time and the penchant to seek knowledge. Tinkerers and engineers, philosophers and artisans, obsessed with progress for the sake of progress.
Yet to them, she was unknown, as all the gods were. Their relentless pursuit of the truth drove them to explore their universe, to understand every facet of their world. A champion rose among them,
Taneth The Navigator. He was never satisfied with the knowledge, always challenging the current dogma. Relentlessly seeking a truth he felt was missing, he spent years building a repository for the collective Fae knowledge. The Tower of Midnight was completed in his lifetime, and he distilled every last piece of information that had ever been recorded into a
Lexicon. Where he was proven correct as the item melded with his mind and soul.
With that sheer amount of information in his mind, he began to see the pattern. He began to understand that there were hands behind their world, a grander plan. In that moment of singularity, he met his goddess, his creator, for the first time. Alnya had shown him that what they had learned was only the surface, that there was far more to understand. It was here that Alnya had chosen to take the form of her children and walk among them. As a teacher and mentor, she and Taneth had driven the Fae home world to look beyond its own stars, eventually finding the other races of the gods among the stars.
She guided them, helped them build their multi-galactic societies, as they continued their search for the truths hidden in the world. Alnya found it endlessly entertaining when the Fae would ask her questions, giving them answers they already knew. She held the belief that if she simply told them everything they wanted, what was the point? Though this daydream of hers was coming to an end.
The War of the Shadows had destroyed everything the Quartet had built. Everything they held so dear, nothing was sacred to them. While Syn and Vilorlith were frontline combatants with their children, Kyln was far more concerned with fortifying positions if there were any to be had. Alnya was left to act as the information network and logistics' absolute command. Troop movements, supply lines, planning, mitigation, and procurement were her domain. It suited her, a goddess of logic and law.
Though the fate of Namix was a forgone conclusion, the Quartet would fall. She fled as the other fell, she took with her their
Songs. She would not allow
The Shadows to take everything from them, as well as many of the uninfected
Children as she could. She shattered what was left of their Universe and fled into a warp in reality. But until without
Xelex stealing much of the songs as well as part of her own.
Heartbroken. She had failed. She had failed like she failed to find a cure of the Miasma. Failed in her attempts to plan their way out of this situation. Failed in her duty to her own children as well as her siblings' children. She haphazardly put together a world for the survivors to live, and needed the assistance of the Fledgling Gods to accomplish her task. Taneth,
Y'vitol and
Anlyth, First Son of Syn sacrificed much to stabilize her imperfect world.
Still, her heart bled and ached for the gravity of what had happened. She hid herself away in the
Tower , where she thought she could hide from her failures. A place in the dark, a place where she could work to control this place elsewhere in time and space. Where she thought she could accomplish the tasks of her siblings. Eventually, she was found, thanks to Taneth's relentless hunting with the other Fledgling gods, where she was forced to accept that while she felt like a failure, the Children never once saw her so. In secret, she never understood why the children forgave her.
In time, the world they had made was, in fact, stabilized. As the
Operations were completed. More and more of her load was lifted from her shoulders as the Children worked tirelessly to do so. Though she lamented that she may never learn the fate of those who were left behind. Over time, she had unintentionally made the Elsewhere connected to her entirely, the pocket dimension responding to her mood. As such, she refuses to let herself feel emotion in the same ways she once had. Though this didn't stop her sadness from darkening the skies, or her rare joys bringing the brightest days.
She would call the Cathedral the Children had built for her home with the patient coaxing of her son. While she hid away in the tower, her amazement at what the Children had built spawned the constellations in their false sky. When she finally felt comfortable enough to muster the courage to see more than just the Fledgling gods, a rare smile split her face as she was welcomed into the Elsewhere with a love she wouldn't have thought possible again.
The Elsewhere function largely without her intervening except for a few certain duties that the Operations were incapable of handling, and she finally let herself begin to feel again. The
Legion of Syn came to her with a plan to send spies to find what had become of their old world, a plan in which she gave her blessing. They would one day find a way to take back Namix, despite the odds.
It wasn't until Gjorn had found his way into their world that they finally began getting answers. Every attempt to contact their agents failed, as each attempt carried a certain amount of risk. The Shadows might find their way to the Elsewhere. When Gjorn had been captured and examined by the Queen, a few things were made clear. Gjorn, a Dwarf, was Fae in origin. Yet, so far removed from the original that he ceased to be of any true relation to both the Children and the Queen. A surprise they weren't expecting, they were under the impression the Shadows were incapable of creation, yet her own design of evolution proved her wrong.
Gjorn had, in a moment of curiosity, accidentally grabbed at her own Song. Causing them to fall through an incomprehensible series of memories of lives yet to be lived. Pasts that existed yet never were. Their shared journey sparked something within both, a deep-seated need for each other. A fact that the children were ready to accept, while many more opposed this notion. Anlyth being the biggest opponent to this new development. Yet, it wouldn't stop them from falling in love. Thus the Queen and the Bard came to be,
As their relationship bloomed, so did the possibilities for the Elsewhere. He was used as their one agent that carry information to and from their agents on The Great Tree. At least until the City of Mhuzchet had been realized enough to become a place for their agents to return. Thus, their hunt for the other gods began, an endless search for information. Any information that could be brought back was welcomed.
Their plans were finally being put together and acted upon, and their wish to begin a counteroffensive came to fruition. Gjorn had found evidence, irrefutable, that the Great Mother, Vilorlith, still lived. Alongside
Ilgor of the Skullbrood Clan.
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