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Setengar

2025-05-14T06:03:25Z

Rpadmin:

== The Platinum Dragon, He of the Light, The Righteous King, The Heavenly Host (NG) ==
From whence there was just chaos, suddenly there was light, and there was dark. The first light was Setengar. A primordial order to the planes. From the [[Dawn War]] he emerged victorious and formed with other gods the [[Righteous House]] and created [[Evalius]], the sun, which imbued the material with the means for life, and the continued rebirth of ordered creation across the planes.

Patron god of Light, Hope, Illumination, and Glory. Though many stray from the light, Setengar with Evalius rises each day to remind the world that not all is lost, that a new day will always break through the darkness. His followers are those who never give up, never surrender, and always hold onto the light of hope. It is in his glory that all will be well. His is the spirit of good that lay in all.

His wife is [[Lo]], his children are [[Keldin]] & [[Xerxa]]. He has adopted [[Singsafar]] as his own.

'''Hidden Lore:''' ''His other and first child with [[Dearuhk]] is [[Elessod]]. He was not always the sole patron host of good, he won the Dawn War and won out against the other pantheons. Creating rifts.''

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2025-05-14T06:03:21Z

Rpadmin:

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2025-05-14T06:02:02Z

Rpadmin:

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2025-05-14T05:59:28Z

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2025-05-03T04:39:35Z

Rpadmin:

== '''The War of Dawn''' ==
The [[Ancients]], in their unknowable purpose, began the shaping of reality through [[Song]]. From the chaos of [[Xel]] they carved form and rhythm—first the [[Titans]], then the [[Faerie]], then the [[Gods]]. Together, the Gods and Titans wove the [[World Tree]], while the Faerie laced [[leylines]] through its roots and branches, harmonizing with the greater plan. All were given tasks, guided by the Ancients, to prepare creation for what could be. For in the space between Light and Dark, there must be law and chaos—tension, possibility. But not all were content with this design.

[[Altma]] was once a [[Seraphim]], an [[infernal]]-born Titan of law and might, forged in the crucible of divine order to maintain the balance between Primordial Light and Primordial Dark. Yet within their vast brass and fire-forged frame stirred a singular hunger—not for balance, but for dominion. Altma sought supremacy, not harmony. A singular god, shaped by will alone. Not Light, not Dark, but one order beneath them, eternal and unchallenged.

Their first act was cataclysmic.
Time, that fragile, freshly-spun thread of reality, was sundered. [[Virvius]], god of time—newborn in concept, older than time itself in presence—was the first to fall. [[Altma’s blade]], a weapon forged from the heart of a dying star, eternally burning [[Orichalcum]], sliced Virvius in twain. His body fell from the World Tree’s peak to the void below, into [[The Nothing]], a space even the Ancients feared to tread. In dying, Virvius birthed death—[[Atrophy]]—and time began in earnest, for only with endings could things now be measured.

The Ancients, bound to the undying moment before death, began to vanish. Some faded, others simply ceased, their songs half-sung. With what power remained, they granted the Gods pieces of their vision, fragments of the Song, and the [[Worldsong]] surged in them, resonant with [[Impetus]]. [[Setengar]] and [[Dearuhk]], the first beings touched by the Ancients’ discovery—the Light and Dark primordial—claimed dominion. Their voices, unified, gave rise to terrifying beauty and purpose. The war began.

Many Titans rose, not all aligned with Altma, but united in resentment of the [[Gods]]. They seized the [[Elemental Planes]], crafting strongholds and bastions. Some still remain. The Faerie, ever shifting, played both sides. They brokered deals, fed leylines to whoever would promise them advantage. They, too, were changing. Virvius' fall gave birth to Atrophy. The [[Troll-King]], in the height of the chaos, dared to touch Xel itself atop the World Tree—and in that moment he felt everything. The knowing reshaped and twisted him, and the pain ignited something alive and unbearable. A great burning began within, a pulse of truth and torment, and from that fire was born [[Pulse]]. And as Impetus bloomed in the Gods, so too did [[Narrative]], dividing the Faerie into [[Seelie]] and [[Unseelie]].
Allegiances blurred. Gods turned, wavered, defected. Yet the tide shifted when [[Ulren]] and [[Elan]]—twin gods of Forge and Freedom—joined Light and Dark under Setengar. From the remnants of fallen Titans, Ulren forged [[Ord]], a war-god of resilience—who, even in ruin, rebuilt himself stronger. And just as their bond brought unity to the Light, so too did [[Zintros]] and [[Stallaze]], twin gods of stillness and sorrow, rise beside Dearuhk. Twin calls on both ends of the Narrative, shaped not by chance, but by the will of story itself.

The forces of Light and Dark, with the luck of [[Myria]] and the [[magic]] of [[Keldin]], met Altma’s fury. The [[Primordial Lightning and Fire]] surged against the brass titans. Zintros and Stallaze, dark twins of curse and stillness, slowed Altma’s forces. Love and healing followed in [[Syren]] and [[Lo]], mending wounds and stirring hope.

And there were others—champions of the turning tide. [[Wol]], with perfect command of inevitability, established law that could not be unmade. [[Ferra]] sang a victory not yet realized, and made it so. [[Olhygg]] whispered to the minds of Altma’s armies and turned many against their kin. [[Sahn]], goddess of Endings, froze legions in place and shattered them at the moment they sought escape. [[Shof’Uk]] hunted [[tyrants]] by divine right, cutting down the worst of Altma’s followers. [[Searith]] created monstrosities of glory and nightmare, beasts whose only purpose was to destroy Altma. [[Illiaster]], shadow-king of knives, slaughtered Altma’s champions one by one in the dark. [[Isod]], ever the silent chain, bound Altma’s loyal in oaths of shadow. [[Xerxa]] tempered chaos itself, preserving what could still be healed.

Altma, mad with clarity, sought to unmake concepts, to burn truth from the world with their starforged blade. But they were undone. The Houses rose—[[The Righteous House]], [[The Far Courts]], [[The House of Troubles]], and [[the Cold Dark]]. United, they shattered Altma’s host and struck them down, piercing even their celestial form with [[Evalius]]' impossible rays, carved from [[Mythridian]], the metal of gods.

Altma and all their legions—creatures of would-be-gods, broken seraphim, tyrants, fading Ancients who saw the one will, Titans, Faerie, and all manner of primordial thing—were cast down into the [[Abyss]] and forever encased. They became known as the [[Abyssals]], frozen in decline. Never again would they grow in power. With each passing age, they would only diminish, forgotten, yet still caged within the belly of uncreation.

The Abyss was sealed. Once meant to be the foundation of the [[Material Plane]], it became a prison. The Faerie severed every leyline to it, an act of rare unity. What remained was broken, scattered—gods mended, Titans fell or fled, rogue fae vanished, and mortal dominion slowly took root.

Wol god of law, birthed the [[Inevitables]]. Order resumed its reign, alongside Light and Dark. The First War ended. The cosmos, now fractured but alive, could finally begin.

'''Hidden Lore:''' ''It is not often spoken, but before The Narrative fully took root, before Setengar took Lo as his wife, it was Elessod—child of Light and Dark—who was instrumental at the very beginning. As the Ancients faded from the song, she carried with her a mercy few understood. From their vanishing hands, she received the Dream of Victory—a quiet, passing note in the great melody. Though unseen, it was [[Elessod]] who first gave form to that dream, and she has carried it ever since, whispering its hope into the hearts of mortalkind through every age.''

First War

2025-05-03T04:38:11Z

Rpadmin: /* The First War - The War of Dawn */

== The First War - The War of Dawn ==

The [[Ancients]], in their unknowable purpose, began the shaping of reality through [[Song]]. From the chaos of [[Xel]] they carved form and rhythm—first the [[Titans]], then the [[Faerie]], then the [[Gods]]. Together, the Gods and Titans wove the [[World Tree]], while the Faerie laced [[leylines]] through its roots and branches, harmonizing with the greater plan. All were given tasks, guided by the Ancients, to prepare creation for what could be. For in the space between Light and Dark, there must be law and chaos—tension, possibility. But not all were content with this design.

[[Altma]] was once a [[Seraphim]], an [[infernal]]-born Titan of law and might, forged in the crucible of divine order to maintain the balance between Primordial Light and Primordial Dark. Yet within their vast brass and fire-forged frame stirred a singular hunger—not for balance, but for dominion. Altma sought supremacy, not harmony. A singular god, shaped by will alone. Not Light, not Dark, but one order beneath them, eternal and unchallenged.

Their first act was cataclysmic.
Time, that fragile, freshly-spun thread of reality, was sundered. [[Virvius]], god of time—newborn in concept, older than time itself in presence—was the first to fall. [[Altma’s blade]], a weapon forged from the heart of a dying star, eternally burning [[Orichalcum]], sliced Virvius in twain. His body fell from the World Tree’s peak to the void below, into [[The Nothing]], a space even the Ancients feared to tread. In dying, Virvius birthed death—[[Atrophy]]—and time began in earnest, for only with endings could things now be measured.

The Ancients, bound to the undying moment before death, began to vanish. Some faded, others simply ceased, their songs half-sung. With what power remained, they granted the Gods pieces of their vision, fragments of the Song, and the [[Worldsong]] surged in them, resonant with [[Impetus]]. [[Setengar]] and [[Dearuhk]], the first beings touched by the Ancients’ discovery—the Light and Dark primordial—claimed dominion. Their voices, unified, gave rise to terrifying beauty and purpose. The war began.

Many Titans rose, not all aligned with Altma, but united in resentment of the [[Gods]]. They seized the [[Elemental Planes]], crafting strongholds and bastions. Some still remain. The Faerie, ever shifting, played both sides. They brokered deals, fed leylines to whoever would promise them advantage. They, too, were changing. Virvius' fall gave birth to Atrophy. The [[Troll-King]], in the height of the chaos, dared to touch Xel itself atop the World Tree—and in that moment he felt everything. The knowing reshaped and twisted him, and the pain ignited something alive and unbearable. A great burning began within, a pulse of truth and torment, and from that fire was born [[Pulse]]. And as Impetus bloomed in the Gods, so too did [[Narrative]], dividing the Faerie into [[Seelie]] and [[Unseelie]].
Allegiances blurred. Gods turned, wavered, defected. Yet the tide shifted when [[Ulren]] and [[Elan]]—twin gods of Forge and Freedom—joined Light and Dark under Setengar. From the remnants of fallen Titans, Ulren forged [[Ord]], a war-god of resilience—who, even in ruin, rebuilt himself stronger. And just as their bond brought unity to the Light, so too did [[Zintros]] and [[Stallaze]], twin gods of stillness and sorrow, rise beside Dearuhk. Twin calls on both ends of the Narrative, shaped not by chance, but by the will of story itself.

The forces of Light and Dark, with the luck of [[Myria]] and the [[magic]] of [[Keldin]], met Altma’s fury. The [[Primordial Lightning and Fire]] surged against the brass titans. Zintros and Stallaze, dark twins of curse and stillness, slowed Altma’s forces. Love and healing followed in [[Syren]] and [[Lo]], mending wounds and stirring hope.

And there were others—champions of the turning tide. [[Wol]], with perfect command of inevitability, established law that could not be unmade. [[Ferra]] sang a victory not yet realized, and made it so. [[Olhygg]] whispered to the minds of Altma’s armies and turned many against their kin. [[Sahn]], goddess of Endings, froze legions in place and shattered them at the moment they sought escape. [[Shof’Uk]] hunted [[tyrants]] by divine right, cutting down the worst of Altma’s followers. [[Searith]] created monstrosities of glory and nightmare, beasts whose only purpose was to destroy Altma. [[Illiaster]], shadow-king of knives, slaughtered Altma’s champions one by one in the dark. [[Isod]], ever the silent chain, bound Altma’s loyal in oaths of shadow. [[Xerxa]] tempered chaos itself, preserving what could still be healed.

Altma, mad with clarity, sought to unmake concepts, to burn truth from the world with their starforged blade. But they were undone. The Houses rose—[[The Righteous House]], [[The Far Courts]], [[The House of Troubles]], and [[the Cold Dark]]. United, they shattered Altma’s host and struck them down, piercing even their celestial form with [[Evalius]]' impossible rays, carved from [[Mythridian]], the metal of gods.

Altma and all their legions—creatures of would-be-gods, broken seraphim, tyrants, fading Ancients who saw the one will, Titans, Faerie, and all manner of primordial thing—were cast down into the [[Abyss]] and forever encased. They became known as the [[Abyssals]], frozen in decline. Never again would they grow in power. With each passing age, they would only diminish, forgotten, yet still caged within the belly of uncreation.

The Abyss was sealed. Once meant to be the foundation of the [[Material Plane]], it became a prison. The Faerie severed every leyline to it, an act of rare unity. What remained was broken, scattered—gods mended, Titans fell or fled, rogue fae vanished, and mortal dominion slowly took root.

Wol god of law, birthed the [[Inevitables]]. Order resumed its reign, alongside Light and Dark. The First War ended. The cosmos, now fractured but alive, could finally begin.

'''Hidden Lore:''' ''It is not often spoken, but before The Narrative fully took root, before Setengar took Lo as his wife, it was Elessod—child of Light and Dark—who was instrumental at the very beginning. As the Ancients faded from the song, she carried with her a mercy few understood. From their vanishing hands, she received the Dream of Victory—a quiet, passing note in the great melody. Though unseen, it was [[Elessod]] who first gave form to that dream, and she has carried it ever since, whispering its hope into the hearts of mortalkind through every age.''

First War

2025-05-03T04:36:29Z

Rpadmin: /* The First War */

First War

2025-05-03T04:35:10Z

Rpadmin: Created page with "== The First War == The War of Dawn The Ancients, in their unknowable purpose, began the shaping of reality through Song. From the chaos of Xel they carved form and rhythm—first the Titans, then the Faerie, then the Gods. Together, the Gods and Titans wove the World Tree, while the Faerie laced leylines through its roots and branches, harmonizing with the greater plan. All were given tasks, guided by the Ancients, to prepare creation fo..."

== The First War ==
The War of Dawn

The [[Ancients]], in their unknowable purpose, began the shaping of reality through [[Song]]. From the chaos of [[Xel]] they carved form and rhythm—first the [[Titans]], then the [[Faerie]], then the [[Gods]]. Together, the Gods and Titans wove the [[World Tree]], while the Faerie laced [[leylines]] through its roots and branches, harmonizing with the greater plan. All were given tasks, guided by the Ancients, to prepare creation for what could be. For in the space between Light and Dark, there must be law and chaos—tension, possibility. But not all were content with this design.

[[Altma]] was once a [[Seraphim]], an [[infernal]]-born Titan of law and might, forged in the crucible of divine order to maintain the balance between Primordial Light and Primordial Dark. Yet within their vast brass and fire-forged frame stirred a singular hunger—not for balance, but for dominion. Altma sought supremacy, not harmony. A singular god, shaped by will alone. Not Light, not Dark, but one order beneath them, eternal and unchallenged.

Their first act was cataclysmic.
Time, that fragile, freshly-spun thread of reality, was sundered. [[Virvius]], god of time—newborn in concept, older than time itself in presence—was the first to fall. [[Altma’s blade]], a weapon forged from the heart of a dying star, eternally burning [[Orichalcum]], sliced Virvius in twain. His body fell from the World Tree’s peak to the void below, into [[The Nothing]], a space even the Ancients feared to tread. In dying, Virvius birthed death—[[Atrophy]]—and time began in earnest, for only with endings could things now be measured.

The Ancients, bound to the undying moment before death, began to vanish. Some faded, others simply ceased, their songs half-sung. With what power remained, they granted the Gods pieces of their vision, fragments of the Song, and the [[Worldsong]] surged in them, resonant with [[Impetus]]. [[Setengar]] and [[Dearuhk]], the first beings touched by the Ancients’ discovery—the Light and Dark primordial—claimed dominion. Their voices, unified, gave rise to terrifying beauty and purpose. The war began.

Many Titans rose, not all aligned with Altma, but united in resentment of the [[Gods]]. They seized the [[Elemental Planes]], crafting strongholds and bastions. Some still remain. The Faerie, ever shifting, played both sides. They brokered deals, fed leylines to whoever would promise them advantage. They, too, were changing. Virvius' fall gave birth to Atrophy. The [[Troll-King]], in the height of the chaos, dared to touch Xel itself atop the World Tree—and in that moment he felt everything. The knowing reshaped and twisted him, and the pain ignited something alive and unbearable. A great burning began within, a pulse of truth and torment, and from that fire was born [[Pulse]]. And as Impetus bloomed in the Gods, so too did [[Narrative]], dividing the Faerie into [[Seelie]] and [[Unseelie]].
Allegiances blurred. Gods turned, wavered, defected. Yet the tide shifted when [[Ulren]] and [[Elan]]—twin gods of Forge and Freedom—joined Light and Dark under Setengar. From the remnants of fallen Titans, Ulren forged [[Ord]], a war-god of resilience—who, even in ruin, rebuilt himself stronger. And just as their bond brought unity to the Light, so too did [[Zintros]] and [[Stallaze]], twin gods of stillness and sorrow, rise beside Dearuhk. Twin calls on both ends of the Narrative, shaped not by chance, but by the will of story itself.

The forces of Light and Dark, with the luck of [[Myria]] and the [[magic]] of [[Keldin]], met Altma’s fury. The [[Primordial Lightning and Fire]] surged against the brass titans. Zintros and Stallaze, dark twins of curse and stillness, slowed Altma’s forces. Love and healing followed in [[Syren]] and [[Lo]], mending wounds and stirring hope.

And there were others—champions of the turning tide. [[Wol]], with perfect command of inevitability, established law that could not be unmade. [[Ferra]] sang a victory not yet realized, and made it so. [[Olhygg]] whispered to the minds of Altma’s armies and turned many against their kin. [[Sahn]], goddess of Endings, froze legions in place and shattered them at the moment they sought escape. [[Shof’Uk]] hunted [[tyrants]] by divine right, cutting down the worst of Altma’s followers. [[Searith]] created monstrosities of glory and nightmare, beasts whose only purpose was to destroy Altma. [[Illiaster]], shadow-king of knives, slaughtered Altma’s champions one by one in the dark. [[Isod]], ever the silent chain, bound Altma’s loyal in oaths of shadow. [[Xerxa]] tempered chaos itself, preserving what could still be healed.

Altma, mad with clarity, sought to unmake concepts, to burn truth from the world with their starforged blade. But they were undone. The Houses rose—[[The Righteous House]], [[The Far Courts]], [[The House of Troubles]], and [[the Cold Dark]]. United, they shattered Altma’s host and struck them down, piercing even their celestial form with [[Evalius]]' impossible rays, carved from [[Mythridian]], the metal of gods.

Altma and all their legions—creatures of would-be-gods, broken seraphim, tyrants, fading Ancients who saw the one will, Titans, Faerie, and all manner of primordial thing—were cast down into the [[Abyss]] and forever encased. They became known as the [[Abyssals]], frozen in decline. Never again would they grow in power. With each passing age, they would only diminish, forgotten, yet still caged within the belly of uncreation.

The Abyss was sealed. Once meant to be the foundation of the [[Material Plane]], it became a prison. The Faerie severed every leyline to it, an act of rare unity. What remained was broken, scattered—gods mended, Titans fell or fled, rogue fae vanished, and mortal dominion slowly took root.

Wol god of law, birthed the [[Inevitables]]. Order resumed its reign, alongside Light and Dark. The First War ended. The cosmos, now fractured but alive, could finally begin.

Dearuhk

2025-05-03T04:33:07Z

Rpadmin:

== Dark Mistress of Evil, The Shadow Queen, She Who Lies in the Dark. (LE) ==
Since the beginning light has encroached on the dark. For in the beginning there was only darkness. And in that darkness was Dearuhk. Dearuhk conspires to subjugate the entirety of the cosmos to her will, and crush those that resist through any means capable, be it guile, blackmail, or outright force. Among the gods of evil, her power is unrivaled, and the gulf between the dark lady and those under her is far greater than that of [[Setengar]] and his court. Dearuhk confides in her own duplicity, and appears to her followers as many things, though often as a dragon or serpent with her hide darker than even the truest of nightmares.

Patron god of Despair, Lies, and Darkness. Her abode is in the [[Ortus Vitas]] in the darkest and deepest corner of [[Nuzalheim]]. She is not just the sole opposite of Setengar, she is anti-life. Hers is the darkness to which one day all will be consumed again in oblivion. Her followers respect that all that is theirs is fleeting, that eventually the end will come. So one best make what use of what they have now. Think not of the others, for tomorrow may never come. That true power can come only from those who crush others, take, and consume. She is the shadow that darkens every mind with doubt.

Her children and vassals are [[Illiaster]], [[Isod]], [[Searith]], [[Shof'Uk]], and [[Singsafar]].

'''Hidden Lore:''' ''There was a time Dearuhk fought with the Righteous House, in the Dawn War. The First War. Against Altma it was Dearuhks deception that won the war, tricking them into killing Virvius. Creating time. A beginning and more importantly, and end. Allowing even the gods to fear and experience destruction. Though the Kharlia pantheon formed from this victory from that moment on she knew eventually all would return to darkness.''

Dearuhk

2025-05-03T04:32:44Z

Rpadmin:

== Dark Mistress of Evil, The Shadow Queen, She Who Lies in the Dark. (LE) ==
Since the beginning light has encroached on the dark. For in the beginning there was only darkness. And in that darkness was Dearuhk. Dearuhk conspires to subjugate the entirety of the cosmos to her will, and crush those that resist through any means capable, be it guile, blackmail, or outright force. Among the gods of evil, her power is unrivaled, and the gulf between the dark lady and those under her is far greater than that of [[Setengar]] and his court. Dearuhk confides in her own duplicity, and appears to her followers as many things, though often as a dragon or serpent with her hide darker than even the truest of nightmares.

Patron god of Despair, Lies, and Darkness. Her abode is in the [[Ortus Vitas]] in the darkest and deepest corner of [[Nuzalheim]]. She is not just the sole opposite of Setengar, she is anti-life. Hers is the darkness to which one day all will be consumed again in oblivion. Her followers respect that all that is theirs is fleeting, that eventually the end will come. So one best make what use of what they have now. Think not of the others, for tomorrow may never come. That true power can come only from those who crush others, take, and consume. She is the shadow that darkens every mind with doubt.

Her children and vassals are [[Illiaster]], [[Isod]], [[Searith]], [[Shof'Uk]], and [[Singsafar]].

Hidden Lore: There was a time Dearuhk fought with the Righteous House, in the Dawn War. The First War. Against Altma it was Dearuhks deception that won the war, tricking them into killing Virvius. Creating time. A beginning and more importantly, and end. Allowing even the gods to fear and experience destruction. Though the Kharlia pantheon formed from this victory from that moment on she knew eventually all would return to darkness.

Dearuhk

2025-05-03T04:31:06Z

Rpadmin: /* Dark Mistress of Evil, The Shadow Queen, She Who Lies in the Dark. (LE) */

== Dark Mistress of Evil, The Shadow Queen, She Who Lies in the Dark. (LE) ==
Since the beginning light has encroached on the dark. For in the beginning there was only darkness. And in that darkness was Dearuhk. Dearuhk conspires to subjugate the entirety of the cosmos to her will, and crush those that resist through any means capable, be it guile, blackmail, or outright force. Among the gods of evil, her power is unrivaled, and the gulf between the dark lady and those under her is far greater than that of [[Setengar]] and his court. Dearuhk confides in her own duplicity, and appears to her followers as many things, though often as a dragon or serpent with her hide darker than even the truest of nightmares.

Patron god of Despair, Lies, and Darkness. Her abode is in the [[Ortus Vitas]] in the darkest and deepest corner of [[Nuzalheim]]. She is not just the sole opposite of Setengar, she is anti-life. Hers is the darkness to which one day all will be consumed again in oblivion. Her followers respect that all that is theirs is fleeting, that eventually the end will come. So one best make what use of what they have now. Think not of the others, for tomorrow may never come. That true power can come only from those who crush others, take, and consume. She is the shadow that darkens every mind with doubt.

Her children and vassals are [[Illiaster]], [[Isod]], [[Searith]], [[Shof'Uk]], and [[Singsafar]].

Hidden Lore: <nowiki><div class="hint">There was a time Dearuhk fought with the Righteous House, in the Dawn War. The First War. Against Altma it was Dearuhks deception that won the war, tricking them into killing Virvius. Creating time. A beginning and more importantly, and end. Allowing even the gods to fear and experience destruction. Though the Kharlia pantheon formed from this victory from that moment on she knew eventually all would return to darkness.</div></nowiki>

2025-04-23T03:55:40Z

Rpadmin:

The Grand Fate was set into motion when [[the Ancients]] brought order and [[Impetus]] from [[Xel (Plane)|Xel]]. It is a hidden architecture behind all reality, a divine current flowing through all things. At its core lies The Final Place, a seal known only to the highest mystics and celestial beings. This place can only be opened by an individual, or group, who has reached an unparalleled state of enlightenment.

Across many immaterial planes, a constant can be seen in the far distance: The [[Evalius (Plane)|Everlight]]. A white sun that blazes impossibly far away, it is the celestial embodiment of the Grand Fate. Those who draw near it often find themselves elevated, transformed, ascending to higher states of being that allow freer traversal across planes. It is both symbol and destination—reality’s road toward enlightenment.

In his mortal life, [[Draco]] was among the first to ponder deeply the nature of existence, asking what reality is and why it must be. His search for meaning led to the discovery of the Grand Fate. Even in death, when he rose to the [[Draconic Veil|stars]], his journey was not solely to be near his love, [[Elessod (God)|Elessod]], on the [[Elessod (The White Moon)|white moon]], it was a striving to reach the Everlight itself.

The understanding of the Grand Fate has caused a divide that echoes across generations, even splitting the once-unified dragons into the metallic and chromatic flights. Two dominant schools of thought rose from this divide:<blockquote>
=== ''- All Are One'' – ===
The belief that all beings, regardless of distance, form, or origin, are on the same path, moving toward a shared, transcendent goal. Unity through understanding, acceptance, and difference is the key to harmony. It is a lofty, near-impossible ideal, but one said to resonate with the ancient song of creation.

=== - One Above All – ===
The belief that ultimate clarity and purpose can only be achieved through a singular, absolute vision. One ruler, one guiding mind, unburdened by conflict or discord. Only in the silence of a unified will can the truth of reality be fully known.</blockquote>There are variations, such as the Locked Horns, a tenet that embraces rivalry, two competing powers pushing one another toward perfection, sharpening themselves through eternal contest.

The dragons still dream of these philosophies. [[The Dragon Dream]] is deeply tied to the search for universal truth, the pursuit of the Grand Fate. Elessod’s Dream, experienced by mortals, also touches upon these ideas, though it leans more toward the personal and poetic, shaped in part by the ever-growing Narrative.

Monks across the world, from [[Suiriku]] to [[Meridiem]], study the Grand Fate through rigorous meditation and ascetic practice. For many, it is the very purpose of reality—a destination, a truth, a law above all laws.

Those who dedicate themselves to its path sometimes find themselves gifted with glimpses of the future, flashes of possibility. Through the Grand Fate, one may gain not only understanding but the ability to bend fate, altering potential outcomes to bring and bend their desires into being. This foresight is not prophecy in the traditional sense, but a powerful form of alignment, seeing the currents beneath the surface of time. It can both predict future near and far depending on the strength of will on those who meditate in such a way.

Many ascended mortals, including [[Notable Dragons|dragons]], can be potentially ageless through the flow of Impetus created along this path of Enlightenment.

There is a theory that [[The Culmination at the End of All Things]] is where the Grand Fate lay.

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=== '''<big>Myths & Legends of Kharlia</big>''' ===
''The Living Tales''

In every corner of [[The Material Plane|Kharlia]], myths take root like stubborn weeds—some planted with purpose, others grown wild from the minds of old folk and dreamers. These tales range from whispered fables told round the hearth, to sacred rites upheld by forgotten cults, to sagas carved into stone by hands that no longer live. Many are unverified. Some are patently false. A few, perhaps, are more true than the world is ready to admit.

But truth is not the only measure of power in Kharlia. Each tale, no matter how small or strange, carries weight through [[the Narrative]]—that great woven thread that guides story, fate, and belief. Some caught in the dream of [[Eda]]. Whether a myth is rooted in reality, half-remembered history, or sheer fabrication matters less than the echo it leaves behind. If enough believe it, the world may bend to it.

Some legends are fragments of a greater truth, long buried beneath war, rewriting, or the silence of time. Others may be glimpses into things that could yet be, or perhaps should have been—alternate paths barely walked, futures that tug at the seams of now. There are stories that exist solely to inspire, tales crafted to lift hearts or harden resolve. And then there are the tales only a few believe, clung to by the mad, the visionary, or the damned. These are often the most dangerous of all.

In Kharlia, the line between history and myth is thin, and often crossed in both directions. Wives’ tales and battlefield omens, celestial romances and doomsday prophecies—they all deserve a place in the telling. Because even the false can shape the real, and what is whispered long enough may yet wake something sleeping.

'''<big>- [[The Vinnish Creation Myth]]</big>'''

'''<big>- [[The Secret Legend of The House of Mercy]]</big>'''