Lore

First came Bruonda, the Deity of Creation, whose all-seeing eye shaped the newborn world from stardust and raw energy, molding it into a living sphere suspended within the heavens. Then came Bruonto, the Goddess of Nature, who clothed the world in stone, soil, sea, and sky. She carved mountains from the earth, filled oceans from the void, breathed wind into the atmosphere, and shifted the continents endlessly until every landmass rested in its rightful place.

When the world was prepared, Ey'lama, the Goddess of Life, descended upon it and gifted the land vitality. Forests stretched across the earth, creatures stirred beneath the seas, and beasts roamed the wilderness. Life flourished upon Wanderfell, bringing motion and meaning to the once-empty sphere. Yet as life spread endlessly, so too came the danger of overgrowth, depletion, and imbalance.

To preserve order, Tysa, the God of Balance, stepped forward bearing his sacred scales. Through wisdom and measured judgment, he entrusted Ey'lama’s husband, Q'oolema, the God of Death, with the burden of maintaining the cycle of existence. Thus death entered the world; not as cruelty, but necessity. Those who perished were not truly lost; their essence was returned to the world itself, allowing life to renew and flourish once more.

As the cycle continued, another balance became necessary. Valo, the Goddess of Light, created the radiant sun so life might grow and prosper beneath its warmth. Beside her stood her twin, Tooma, the Goddess of Darkness, who shaped the moon and night sky so the world and its creatures could find rest beneath the stars.

Ages passed, and among all living beings, the humanoid races rose above the rest. They came in countless forms and appearances. Some winged, some horned, some bearing tails, scales, fur, or skin untouched by such features. Seeing limitless potential within them, Laheyuk, the God of Talent, bestowed purpose upon mortalkind. He granted inspiration, ambition, artistry, and skill, allowing civilizations to rise across Wanderfell. Kingdoms were forged by carpenters and masons, strengthened by blacksmiths and warriors, and enriched by scholars, musicians, playwrights, and visionaries. Through talent and culture, mortals transformed the world.

But prosperity gave birth to envy.

This single comment made several of the gods question their allegiance in the argument. Slowly, one by one, they rose and joined Tu'Hota. Those who took his side included Bruonto, the Goddess of Nature, for she agreed that nature possessed a destructive side. Q'oolema, the God of Death, joined as well, reasoning that if more souls perished, the world and its resources would be replenished. Ey'lama, the Goddess of Life, unwilling to wage war against her own husband, joined out of pure devotion. Tooma, the Goddess of Darkness, came too, caring not one way or another how the fate of mortals unfolded.

Bruonda and Tysa stood baffled by such support, yet they remained opposed to Tu'Hota. With divine grace, a full-fledged Celestial War ignited within the cosmos. One that would lay waste to the poor mortals below.

During this time, earthquakes rattled the lands, typhoons swirled across the seas, and crops perished. Famine became commonplace as the four continent kingdoms waged war against one another, unaware that the celestial gods above also waged war alongside them.

After much turmoil and prowess, Tysa and Bruonda succeeded in subduing Tu'Hota, which caused the humanoids to issue a ceasefire. Gods and mortals alike gazed upon the devastated landscape and ordered a peace treaty to be made. Each continent would contribute resources and labor to repair the damage done to the world, restoring balance. Thus began Year 0 ACW (After Celestial War), and a proper calendar was created for Wanderfell.

The gods decided that they themselves possessed too much power to manage. They allowed more celestial beings to be built and born, bringing the inclusion of Minor Gods into the pantheon and splitting the work among the deities more evenly. As for Tu'Hota, he still caused small spats in the background, but nothing to the degree of the Celestial War, nor would he ever be permitted to do so again.