The Creation of the World
It is said that before all things, He was. I say He, but in truth, the One God had no gender. Known as the All Father, the First and the Eternal, He dwelled alone in the void. From the silence of that infinite nothing, He conceived the world. And from His boundless power, He formed the first great domains—foundations upon which existence would be built. To each domain, He brought forth a god or goddess to govern its essence. These Prime Gods were not separate from Him but extensions of His being, fragments of divine intention.
The Domains and Their Prime Gods:
Earth — governed by Elden, eldest of the gods
Water — governed by Ociat
Fire — governed by Fyrie
Air — governed by Wyden
Law — governed by Regulos
Chaos — governed by Ru'Movak
To each of these Prime Gods, the All Father gave a single command:
"As I have created you, so shall you create in your image. Let your essence shape lesser divinities. They shall be your children, and your people."
Having spoken the Mandate, the All Father withdrew, His infinite power now entrusted to the six Prime Gods. In His absence, they fulfilled His will, fashioning sub-gods—refined spirits who embodied specific aspects of their domain.
The Sub-Gods of the Domains
Earth
Natu-Gaia — Goddess of Nature
Stotel — God of Stone
Minasu — God of Growth and Roots
Air
Gaile — God of Gales
Hunar — God of Static and Storm
Jor'Tere — Goddess of Whispered Winds
Water
Izza — Goddess of Ice and Stillness
Tori — Goddess of Torrents
Ocio — God of Lakes and Calm
Ociana — Goddess of Depths and Mystery
Fire
Erous — God of Eruption
Infri — Goddess of Inferno
Raju — God of Embers and Renewal
Law
Ruhani — God of Spirit and Harmony
Ti'Ami — God of Oaths and Memory
Essol — Goddess of Justice and Balance
Chaos
Melkia — Goddess of Madness and Beauty
Senak — Goddess of Rebirth and Despai
Shi'Ata — God of Wildness and Change
Each Under-god also received the Mandate, and thus began the First Age—the Age of Creation.
This Age endured beyond mortal reckoning. Some say it lasted a thousand years; others claim that time itself had not yet begun. In this sacred span, the stars were hung in the heavens, the earth was shaped, and all beasts, trees, rivers, and skies were given form. At the culmination of the Age, the gods brought forth humanity—and with us, the mystery of choice.
The Age of the Tribes
Each human tribe was born in the image of a god, formed from one domain and its aspects. Upon their creation, the gods gifted them with magic—the divine resonance of their element. The gods walked openly among their tribes, teaching them the hidden truths of the world. Every soul was bound to a domain and aspect, their very nature aligned with an elemental truth.
Some legends speak of rare souls who became more than human—beings of living flame, breathing stone, fluid form, or howling wind. These were not myths. They were the chosen, the Embodying Ones.
For over two thousand years, harmony reigned. But all things change. And it was the Tribe of Law, the Spirit-Followers of Ruhani, who first turned from divine guidance. Ever seekers of knowledge, they looked not upward, but inward—and outward. What they uncovered birthed a new name: science.
The Age of Reason
As the light of reason rose, the presence of the gods faded. They left their final teachings to the Priests of the Elements, chosen inheritors of divine knowledge. I am one of that lineage. I am the last Priest of Ruhani, and my powers are now dismissed as illusion—parlor tricks in an age that no longer believes.
Where once magic split mountains, it now exists only as spectacle.
Though others call it the Age of Reason, we priests name it the Age of Loss.
It was an age of wonders. Cities rose like crystals. Thought conquered disease. Machines did what miracles once had. And in our pride, we cast aside the sacred.
This age endured for three thousand years.
The Age of the Stars
We live now in the Age of the Stars. It began when the first colony ship departed Atrei, seeking new worlds beyond our skies. The year is AC 5325—five thousand, three hundred and twenty-five years since the birth of the tribes.
That first ship vanished. No signal. No trace.
Now, another ship has left our world. In two years, it will pass beyond the edge of our system.
Three nights ago, I received a vision. Or perhaps a dream. I cannot say.
In it, the gods returned—not as saviors, but as terrors. They descended from the heavens like falling stars, monstrous in form and impossible in presence. I wept at the sight of them.
But I saw only seven:
Ociat — a Sea Serpent vast as oceans
Fyrie — a Phoenix cloaked in eternal flame
Elden — a Golem of living mountain
Natu-Gaia — a Wolf cloaked in verdant shadow
Izza — a Woman carved from glacial silence
Infri — a Dragon of consuming fire
Shi'Ata — a Winged Beast howling with chaos
Why only seven? Where were Ruhani, Wyden, Regulos, and the others? Had they been destroyed? Or had they turned against their kind?
A terrible knowing settled within me: the gods are at war.
The Final Record
I know the visions were given to me for a purpose. I tried to warn the people, to recount the tale of our beginning—and our approaching end. None believed me.
So I turned to the stone masons.
If the world must perish, let its truth endure—carved into the bones of the earth.
This is the tale of our rise. And the warning of our fall.
I do not hate the gods for their wrath. We abandoned the Mandate. We forgot their names. We rejected the gift.
They—who gave us life—can take it away.
This book was found in the ruins of a forgotten temple. Clutched in the hands of a seated man, preserved as if in eternal prayer, was this very account.
He wore white robes over black, and at his neck hung an amulet: the Eye of Ruhani, bound by the Thread of Essol, and circled by the Flame of Ti'Ami.
This symbol confirmed his identity:
The Final Priest of Ruhani. Last of the Priests of the Elements.