(Testing out Obsidian)
Aiune (ay OON) is a shattered world. The last cataclysm has passed into Amnesis, godbeast of all that has been forgotten. The stories say Aiune is an allegory meant for the gods. It is a lesson of power too great in the hands of too many. The powerful, whether they were gods, giants, dragons, men, demons or elves, tore the world apart with their whims. They sought to make a world in their own minds. Instead, they ripped the world from the sanity of the natural world. The massive scars of the destructions cover the world. Empires sunken beneath the ground, mountains too high for dragons to reach, even one of the moons is torn apart, the broken crust of it hangs slowly falling into the sea. The world is a shadowy copy of what was. There are lands that are graveyards, where the undead far outnumber the living and you can’t dig in the earth without finding a bone. The cataclysm opens doors to aberrations that grow and multiply into a nation of horrors held back by wall and mountain. The ruins and carvings of dead languages remain. And then there are the beasts and the dangers—some too aberrant to describe, There are many dangers to these broken lands. But as always, the races of the material adapt and multiple to fill the void of the long dead and gone.
At first, the peoples of Aiune fought for their existence. A world torn apart is a world in pain, violent, ever-shifting and tumultuous. Those that survived the Great Upheavals found favor and luck amongst the wilderness. They found land for farms, woods with plenty of animals, new earthen materials to build from. They felt a force was helping them, guiding them to survive and gifting them with the prosperity of the elements. They call these forces the Primordials now. But they gave them names Four for the basics of life. Then as creatures do, villages formed and knowledge and skill were traded. Four more Primordials were named for the founding of civilized life again in the world. Many years and a few centuries would pass, but it was inevitable. The states formed, nations, empires and their ilk. Four more Primordials were named for the builders of great States.
And with a greater complexity of the world, comes the new Gods. When they arose is already lost, mired in too many contradictory re-tellings. These gods represent the ways through life; paths are taken and lives dedicated to worthy things. Some reflect the mysteries of the world, others the histories. There is a tale that says the humans ruled this world in far greater numbers than exist today. The story says the demi-beasts and beasts brought the Cataclysm upon them to wipe them out. Some human states worship the new god, Arraz Yann, who has sworn revenge on all non-human. Meanwhile, Driela is the goddess of all life, not just those that walk and talk on two legs.
These gods are shaping the world, their secretive hands are everywhere. Whether the playful competitions of Fatum and Fortuna or skilled manipulations of great goddess Avalien, they pick and choose how they interact with the mortals of this plane. Kah the Immobile preserves tradition while Eldaar gifts the Stelas of Laws to society.
And sometimes, they are a force so powerful, people hide from the horror of it. The Praxin – Hurripatees war waged too long for the god’s tastes. During a major assault on a key Hurripatees capital, Wargrieve the Unbound fell from the sky. The god of change, revolution and war fell upon them in his most horrible form. Taller than even great buildings, his monstrous armored form carries two bastard swords of infamy. Shackled to his back are seven living orbs of destruction. His fall to the earth leveled the land and armies in every direction. The gargantuan force of change marched on the city, a path of carnage wherever he had stead. He drove his swords into the ground and a quake swallowed the Hurripatian city, sinking it below the earth. War can be a force for change, but obstinance will wage war forever—an abomination of war’s purpose. Wargrieve decides the winner. With the gods set against them, the Hurripatees nation fell apart and slipped into the scrolls of history.
The new gods of Aiune are not completely unlike the Primordials, which they see as mere superstition. They have their domains like most deities. The greater gods are about a path to an end. The lessers have some more mundane domains—but they all have agendas. Geonis doesn’t likely answers the farmer’s wish for a better crop unless there is a thread to his goals woveninto the mix.
And with the new god’s help, new nations and empires have risen and fallen, as they always will. Meanwhile, in the quiet, educated towers of civilization, the question is asked, “Have these gods learned the lessons of the Fallen Aiunes?”