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In the beginning, there was only battle and destruction, the two clashing so fiercely that the earth flowed as liquid fire, while the skies cried out with raging thunder. Many who would lay eyes upon the pair would believe them the bitterest of rivals, but in truth, the pair were lovers, for there could be no battle without destruction, yet not even the bravest could conquer death. And from their turbulent union were born three children.

Orasic, the eldest of the three and their only daughter, lay her eyes upon the never ending war, and she gave herself into silence, believing that alone could bring them peace. Her silence became manifest in the seas that spread across the land, cooling the fires of the world, but still it did not stop the thunder’s rage. Peace alone was not enough.

Javn, second child and eldest son, looked upon the destruction being wrought against the world, and gave himself to creation, believing that only life could combat death. His devotion to creation became the plants, animals, and even the people that called the cooled earth home, but still the battle was not ended. Life was no more effective than was peace.

Dunsel, the youngest of the three, looked upon his mothers’ warlike ways that refused to be calmed by his siblings, and he wept, openly and with horror. His sorrow alone shrouded the world in the blackest of nights, and in that night did terror reign until battle and destruction saw the error of their ways.

Bravery gave peace to the nightmares, while sorrow destroyed much of life’s work. Creation repaired what destruction wrought, while death left a horrifying silence in its wake, leaving peace to calm the battle that waged even still. And so the delicate balance of the gods was struck, and the people of their world were safe. But not for long…

Beyond their world, their lay a kingdom spanning an entire continent of land, populated by powerful sorcerers and even stronger dragons. This kingdom, known to its people as Omaclara, had long since destroyed or assimilated any who would oppose them, and in their safety, they worshipped their draconian god, known to them as The Justicar. The great dragon was told to bring order to the land, laying a harsh justice upon those who would break their laws while blessing those who upheld them.

Long forgotten by Omaclara was The Trickster, whose domain of treachery and madness was believed to be stamped out with their followers. But not every reference to this god was destroyed, and so long as even a single person believed, The Trickster would remain. Soon there would be none to worship even The Justicar.

The elements tore across the land that would become Ciruin. Life upon it should have ended, but while the gods brought a physical death to the people of Omaclara, their spirits lingered, enraged at those who tore their flesh from them, and the draconian people who called it home fell victim not even to that. Ciruin was born, but at a terrible cost, one that struck fear even into the hearts of the gods, who had truly believed the world to be empty. But the gods could not undo the destruction they had wrought, and so Ciruin was given life, and Omaclara was left, its buildings in ruins and its people gone, but they were not forgotten, nor would they forgive.