The Ulenad

Because it is immensely difficult to **resurrect** an **Entropic** **mortal**, the **ascensions** of the Ulen occur very
far apart in the respective **spacetimes** of their multiverse. The first
resurrected is always **No,** the **Steward of Spirit**—awakened of a wise
and curious identity to pave the way for the rest and embark into possibility
confident and impassioned. No alone is only borne of a seventh of its plane,
the remnant aspect remaining a tantalizing mystery until the whole Ulenad is
filled out. While alone, No foresees a mysterious inevitability—an awesome and
all-consuming catastrophe[1] (though
its true nature and cause remain clouded until the last Ulen is borne).

Next arisen is **Demiurge,**
the Steward of Space—welcomed by
No (though they hold dominion over, and are borne from different Entropic planes)
and invited to partake in the omnipotence of divinity. Instead, Demiurge, a
soul once occupied by the cruelty and indifference of mortals, chooses not to
create or interfere with their plane, but to embrace and protect that which
they find righteous.

Ascending relatively promptly after Demiurge come **Ranath** and **Orm’Gau,** the **Arbiter of**
**Unity** and **Steward of Order**, respectively**.**
The two serve to sway Demiurge’s conservatism, Ranath by example—conjuring
**wyrlds** and forms of grand majesty and dazzling simplicity—and Orm’Gau through
counsel—demonstrating the breathtaking intricacies of natural science and
balance of microcosmic and macrocosmic patterns. Inspired by these newfound kin
and their wondrous possibilities, Demiurge—now one of four ever-powerful
Ulen—expands the extant planes by leaps and bounds, proliferating form and
function exponentially.

Now four times as divine, No can feel the Entropic planes
coalescing. Though their mass and substance remain unchanged from when they
were near infinite, the **planar boundaries**
become fewer, granting each of the Ulen more control and broader dominion. But
though they have more power, they have less possibility—the more Ulen, the more
each becomes more purely representative of their ascendant nature—they have
less freedom. Because of this, the four work to bar the mortals of their planes
from resurrecting any further souls.

The **'arcane languages'** are thus hidden from the mortals of newborn Entropic realities—serving to spur
their advancements in science, technology, and art.

One such reality discovers possibilities not even the gods
had thought of. The **Humans**, natives
of the planet **Earth**, experiment in
areas beyond their understanding. In doing so, an instance of **uncertainty** is created—a dimensional
improbability, neither possible nor impossible, which triggers the **Panorpheaucism**: an artificial **divinity**
without **will**, a multiplication of and through all extant dimensions that grows
through destruction, hollowing the innards of Monadic inertia effectively
uniting the multiverses and bypassing/connecting the cycles of**Monadic Singularity**.

At once united with the Monad yet divided still, the Ulen
are awakened to the holistic possibilities of **The Everything**. It is then that
No, Demiurge, Ranath, and Orm’Gau discover the presence of the **Four that are One:**

**San—Maker**
of Space

**Eld—Maker**
of Time

**Ob’n**
Aden—Maker of Love

and **Dara—Maker of**
Ends.

To say that The Four speak to the Ulen is indescribably
simplistic, for The Four are neither god or thought, nor being or idea—they are
but truths; eternal aspects of the Monadic possibility.

The Ulen come to the conclusion of The Four. They realize
the certainty of themselves. No longer fearing the loss of freedoms, the four
Ulen realize that they *are* The Four
that are One—yet, because of the omniveural[4]
connections and divisions resulting of the Panorpheaucism, still retain their Ulen
individualities.

Alas, the true extent of the uncertainty is still clouded,
hidden from the focus of the Ulen, their access to the Four’s understanding of
it intrinsically separated. This proves to expand the potential area, mass, and
probability fields of the Entropic planes.

## The Fall

Conspicuously beyond such base dimensions as **time** and **space**—a mysterious portion of existence is felt, so far from the
cultivated planes that there should only have been **void**.

So alien and abstract is this area that the Ulen find it steadily
reduces their omnipotence the closer they approach. Strangest of all is its
age. Their Entropic **omniscience** allows them incredible perception of the living
history of the cosmos, and yet this enigmatic absence is still shrouded in
impossibility. Not un-used-to matters beyond temporal dimensions, but—because
the intrinsic posterity of the space is familiar, the Ulen are confounded by
the extant probability still withheld in a substance that should have
long-rightfully equalized.

Finally giving in to their curiosity, the Ulen approach,
descending into the non-void where their deific powers are gradually shed.
Returning to mortality and mundanity for the first time since their
pre-resurrection existences, the Ulen are understandably shaken—but, after some
time, find the ignorance and freedom of mortals immensely novel and satisfying.

This newfound plane they name **Lasia—the Lone Seed**. A vast, lush ecosystem of garden planets and
frozen stars, the plane appears to have evolved freely, without the
interference of immortals or gods.

The Ulen grow old here, entrusting their essential divine
duties to be stewarded by the Four that are One. They have children—the **Jötnar**—giant, wise, and powerful
humanoids that farm the lands and build palaces of marble and gold.

When it comes time, the Ulen grow feeble with age. Having
been together forever and eternally, the Ulen are devastated when **Ranath**, once
**Arbiter of Unity**, passes on. Even if they had had knowledge of the **afterlives**
or the **Outer planes**, the separation from their kin would still be devastating.
As it was, having such poor concepts of beginning and end, **No, Demiurge**, and
**Orm’Gau** are driven to hysterics by the loss of **Ranath**. **Orm’Gau**, once **Steward of Order**, was the closest to **Ranath** and took their death the worst. Maddened by insurmountable
grief, **Orm’Gau** took their own life, in the reckless hope of reuniting with
**Ranath**.

**No** and **Demiurge** were of course devastated by this loss even
worse than from the natural passing of **Ranath**. Though their **Jötunn** children
consoled and grieved alongside them, the last remaining Ulen were miserable and
despondent, a sorry state for the end of their lives in **Lasia**. Desperate, **No**
sought an answer, a solution to this unrepentant heartbreak. Searching back
through their now-narrow memory into the immense one of their past, **deific**
self, the **Steward of Spirit** found something at last. Manic, but determined, **No**
gathered **Demiurge** and their children around the fire, and recanted the stories
of their own resurrections—of the lost **arcane** arts: **Magic, Divination**, and **Ki**.

Through years of trial and error, absurd, outlandish
experimentation, and unspeakable forays into knowledge long-forgotten—No
rediscovered the black art: **Vilarcana—**Necromancy.

No thus hoards the magicks of the undead, assimilating the
life-forces of their children through torturous rituals and unholy pacts with
the **Demons** and other evils of the Outer planes. They contorted themselves,
reshaped their very essence, grafting the anatomies of Lasia’s beasts into a
mad design of distorted, primal perfection. Their remaining children, forced
into spiritual slavery, were the first of the **Liches**—and it is they who named their newborn king—**Maker, First of the Dragons.**

Whence this twisted creature had absorbed the lives of
enough of Lasia’s beings, stricken their land of its once lush jungles—they
were ready to reunite with their kin. But the fruits of the dragon’s unholy
labours did not turn out as they hoped—though it is hard to say what their
hopes had become exactly, having so twisted themselves in blackened
desperation.

Thus, from the long rotted corpses of **Orm’Gau** and **Ranath**,
were reborn **Pana, Arbiter of Death** and
**Ir’Usko, Arbiter of Life**,
respectively**.**

Awoken to a wasteland of razed forest and familial blood
sacrifice, **Pana** and **Ir’Usko** were deeply ashamed of this thing, that now only
answered to **Maker**—once the eldest and noblest of the Ulenad. It was blatantly
evident that, in their mad quest for reunion with their kin, No-maker had long
lost sight of their immortal respect for nature and the divine balance. **The Arbiters of Entropy** condemned the
creature to the bowels of the planet, to a deep-wrought prison in the hollow of
Lasia—**Atonuea**.

**Demiurge** had long abandoned the company of their corrupted
family, secreting away with their **Jötnar** offspring to the mountains far to the
north. When the **Arbiters of Life** and **Death** arrived, the **Steward of Space** had
felt it, and climbed to the highest peak of the mountains, looking out across
the once green valleys and hillsides of **Lasia** to the grey and desolate south
where they knew **Maker** awaited judgment. Presently, the two newest Ulen appeared
to Demiurge atop the mountain and offered their counsel.

**Demiurge** was now ancient, alive only by the grace of their
ties to the land and the care of their noble **Jötunn** progeny. They were
exhausted, drained by the discord in this miraculous **wyrld** over the Ulenad’s
twilight years, and found it hard not to be apathetic to the designs of their resurrected
kin.

But the youngest Ulens’ plans were affective, and Demiurge
begrudgingly agreed to forsake their few remaining years with their children
for the sake of **No**, and the welfare of this **wyrld**.