Main Lore

Civilization is awakening. The corners of the world are meeting once again.

Our story begins a long time ago, in the land of myth and in the era of the gods.

Before it, the sun had risen and set, and the moon shone its pale light over the barren lands a million times.

There were but seven of them, each responsible for individual elements of the reality.  Together, they could control the course of existence, to bring out harmony through the cosmos. It was,

Tördar, the god of persistence and courage, rock and stone.

Auden, the god of responsibility, honor and animals.

Miro, the god of hunt, order, trade and war.

Hasnian, the god of earth, plant and love.

Vingard, the god of wind, weather and woe.

Vidir, the god of wave, water and wisdom.

Gledbeld, the god of fire, flame and fright.

However, deep within one of the spirits there had been brewing a thirst. Miro, the eldest of the gods, had become infatuated with the desire for more knowledge beyond what he had, he wished to know more power and to be able to know all that there truly is to know. Fueled by this desire, Miro ventured on throughout the lands in search of what he was looking for. Following the most faint of whispers, Miro had found himself brought forth into the coldest and darkest depths.

Miro, in the depths, was eventually discovered by the soul known as Devlin, the voice behind the whispers. Living tucked away in the shadows of even the great might of the gods themselves, Devlin was a creature of power and knowledge. Knowing precisely why he had come, Devlin made a proposition with the eldest god in which he would teach him in ways that were unnatural to the gods.

Miro, easily deceived, believed the witty Devlin, and thus agreed to abide by his teachings. But Devlin, in his sleight of hand, had infested Miro’s soul, managing to have him bend to his will. After much time Miro would return to the land of the gods.

Spending most of his time abnormally isolated from the rest, one of the gods, Auden, would eventually grow suspicious of the eldest Miro. Through his arising suspicion, Auden would learn the truth of his brother’s actions, and what Miro had been corrupted by. When Auden had gone to face Miro, Miro, out of fear, would use his newfound strength to split Auden’s into pieces. Auden’s soul would quickly begin to dissipate. And realizing what he had done, Miro didn’t turn back.

Miro, in a state slowly no longer resembling himself, had brought forth the body of the now deceased Auden. In a haze, he attempted to persuade the gods to join him. Knowing what might await them if they were to allow him to have his way, the gods attempted to stop Miro. But in his obsession and power, he’d strike back against the gods.

After blood and bone had been drawn from them all, Miro’s soul had been cracked and broken, and many of the gods no longer had the strength to continue. Just as the end was near, Tördar, one of the strongest of the gods, had stood up in an attempt to approach Miro as to stop him. However, this was not meant to be. Out of a thick veil of smog, Devlin, the serpent in the garden, appeared to collect Miro. With all of the gods weakened and unable to reach him, Devlin would cast out his hand to Miro to retrieve him.

As Miro reached for Devlin’s hand, Devlin would, out of a pure act of evil, thrust a sharp talon into the eldest god’s soul, seemingly splitting it in two; a good an an evil. Calling out in agony, Miro dropped to the floor in front of his brothers and sisters. Having then disposed of the gods, Devlin would disappear not to be seen again.

Miro, with his soul fleeting, would now be seen by the gods. But now, even after the gods fought so hard to keep him from unleashing his power upon the universe, they stood again, even crawled, just to reach him. With what ability they had left, they had committed themselves to one final act to preserve what remained.

The gods had split themselves, and split the cosmos. They carved valleys of green, and rose mountains to divide the lands. They filled the islands amongst the oceans. Deep in the desert, they blew over the sands. Then they spread seeds and brung animals into the world, and poured life into every corner of it.

The Gods had made the homes for their now weakened spirits, where they would reside until the worlds end.

Alone, the now weakened gods could do little, so to assist them they created the halfgods; the Ildra. This creature looked much like a human, but it was stronger and smarter, taller and prettier. It's eyes were slightly larger, and it's chin was slightly thinner. Its curly hair only grew on the head, and it's hands were slightly smaller. The voices were beautiful and soft, and the creatures were never ill.

A dozen of each gender of the Ildra were made for each of the gods, whom were to perform the work of their gods.

Some of the gods would assume mortal form, some of them for longer and some for shorter.

But that is another story:

Tördars' Ildra

Auden's Ildra

Miro's Ildra

Hasnian's Ildra

Vingard's Ildra

Vidir's Ildra

Gledbeld's Ildra