This world starts the same way so many others have. in the darkness, there was nothing. Then came what is now known as the Elder gods, thirteen total. There was Angstrom, Lord of all...
Darius, Lord of the sun...
Luna, Mistress of the moon...
Nekhara, Dark lord of evil...
Solonok, Lord of earth...
Feir, Lady Of the Flame...
D'arek, Lord of the winds four...
Reiyelle, His Mate, Lady of the seas...
Kelki, Mistress of Storms...
Ragnus, Lord of Battle...
Lof'rell, Lord of Souls...
Gersaire, Lord of Dreams...
and Finally, Floomeir, Lord of the drink, the feast, and the hunt.
These thirteen Gods started the universe. They made Anthelos, and its peoples. Time passed, and people matured and died, and tribes turned to villages. Copper and Bronze were wrought for weapons as city states warred amongst one another. Disease was rampant, and people barely lived past thirty. Then, in the Imperial Year 150, A boy rose, wishing to unite the kingdoms. the city-states' leaders believed this folly, and laughed at the boy. The Boy was named Granthos, or 'Mighty one'. He was born in the favor of all thirteen gods, and was destined for greatness. HE united and conquered all the city-states in Anthelos, Uniting them under one banner. He gave them Currency, farming, medicine, and steel. He made Trade with the Reiks, A feline people made by Floomeir, and his cities grew huge and became well fed. He introduced irrigation, Writing, and Reckoning, as well as fishing and boating. This one man led the glorious days of the Golden age.
But sadly, all good things must come to an end. The King, aged seventy one, Died peacefully in his sleep in winter of the 199th imperial year as the bell tolled ine the new century. His mighty kingdom split into four, which from there went into an uneasy truce at winter of the 200th year.
