Creation Story

In the early days of the world, when the various tribes and races were just beginning to crawl from their respective holes, there was no magic. Then, something changed. As those early people began to try to understand the world around them, they started creating beings to explain things. The sun was carried across the sky on the back of Kybra, a great moth made of flame, the waters flowed into shore because Zzyzzax was restless in his sleep at the bottom of the sea, and so forth. These came to be the very first gods.

As things advanced, one God proved to be stronger than the rest. A female god made of swirling prismatic mists inside a void of starlight, or so she was described. Her followers called her Mistrel, and she was so powerful that she could grant her followers incredible strength. Power over fire, lightning, and the very forces of the world. The other gods did not take kindly to this, for with more and more people believing in Mistrel, there was less faith for them, and their powers diminished. The status quo could not stand, and in a great battle the scarred the very firmaments, the minor gods brought low Mistrel, and dealt her a mortal blow. In her dying breaths, she cast one last spell, a retribution against the other gods. They found themselves flung to the far corners of the cosmos, in the Far Realms, locked behind a barrier of energy that has come to be known as the Divine Gate. They could not cross this threshold, nor could they break it. This limited their ability to effect the world, reduced to whispering in peoples' ears or empowering them if they devoted themselves to their god enough, but never taking direct action. The spell also created the Varakut to maintain this barrier, as well as to stop new gods from ascending.