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Myth of Creation

Little is known of the very beginning. Of the time efore the Sylveran Empire and Zo'oska, before the mortal Savah ascended to godhood. Before even the world and the stars were formed, the first god awoke alone and formless, with no life to keep them company. Voh, is this god later came to be called. They looked at the empty planes around them: the barren material plane and those of the harsh elements, and felt lonely. Over eons Voh learned to harness the most fundamental of powers: change. With Voh's will came the winds of change, and in a vast realm devoid of life, those winds became the breath of life.
  Voh's breath gave life to four gods.
The first of which being Rapquy (rap koy), as his volatile nature was the easiest to spark. His passionate flames which easily embrace and consume, are the fuel for the crucible that is the world.
Shortly after, the vast oceans of Manuyana served to temper Rapquy's flames. With a wave of her hand, she could shift the unyielding currents of time; altering the fates of all that swam the vast rivers of time.
Then came the twins. Nilaj (nee lahj) and his healing light served as a beacon to chase away the dark, while his sister Nirkhi'a (near kyah) vowed to serve as his protector. The planes being cast into stark relief by her brother, allowed Nirkhi'a to pass her reliable judgement.
  When these other gods awoke, Voh forgot their loneliness.
  However, where there is change there must be stillness. Where there is life there must be death. And so Voh's discarded loneliness filled the void that was formed. It became a god of death, of sleep, and of dreaming. The others came to learn of the isolated sixth, but could only glimpse them in their periphery - could only offer their pity.
  Just just as life itself cannot die, nor can love, nor fate itself, neither can this god of death be with the others. The very nature of their existence resisting such kinship. They neither were given a name by the others, nor took one for themselves. Now they are simply referred to with many grim titles such as the Veiled Wanderer, the Moonlit Reaper, and the Lonely God.
  The newly awoken gods turned from each other to gaze upon the planes around them. As they did so, Voh exhaled the last of their life-giving breath; allowing nature and all things therein to blossom. The final gasps of which, gave life to mortal beings.
  The gods saw these fragile, imperfect, and beautiful creatures, and each made a sacrifice they hoped might aid them.
  Rapquy, as is his nature, took to mortals quickly. In his love, he set his heart ablaze and gifted each mortal a spark, so that each one might stoke an ember into flames of passion.
Voh, having come to embody change, surrendered their true form, giving every mortal the potential to change.
Manuyana took pity on such minute existences in a vast world, and gave her ability to swim the rivers of fate. Never to adjust their currents again, she hoped that mortals might strive to chart their own course, and combat the rapids of destiny.
Being the carer that he is, Nilaj shattered his compassion with his own hands so that mortals might inherit a small shard of his empathy, and feel the pain of others.
Less hopeful than her brother, Nirkhi'a surrendered to her protective nature, making a more pragmatic choice. She sacrificed her eyes to mortals, so as to grant them her vigilance and wariness on an instinctual level.
And lastly, the Lonely God, having not much to offer, made a promise instead. They would meet each one at their death and guide them to where they belong, so that in their final moments, they would not be alone.

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