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The Eternal Fire

Once, there was the Eternal Fire.


The essence of life remained dormant inside, though whenever the spirit arose and tried to manifest, it stoked the all consuming flames of death. They then engulfed it as whole and the cycle repeated itself unswervingly. This was Chaos.


Life tried to rise and was swallowed once again. The forces, which collided relentlessly, left behind a small fragment. No one could say how many aeons Chaos reigned, however one fateful day, the thousands upon thousands of fragments had formed a union. A barrier, which was able to spread the ocean of flames; to put an end to Chaos. It granted life the space it needed and tamed the flames, which crave to consume it ever since.


The Goddess of Wind, Etesia, was created and with her also Incendi and Purgatos, the Fire God Twins.



Born out of the Eternal Fire itself, only she can tame the Fire God Twins and call a halt to them, so that the sensitive balance of life and death stays maintained.


Fire God Twin arisen from the Eternal fire, flame of creation, keeper of the light of life and brother of Purgatos.


Fire God Twin of Incendi, flame of the netherworld and keeper of souls.


Adherents of Fire

Once the Adherents of Fire were two independent peoples, which lived in the west and south of the land. The Cendori in the west, who worshiped Incendi, lord of the flame of life, and the Gatori in the south, who worshiped Purgatos, lord of the purgatory. These two ethnic groups were connected only by a loose alliance for a long time.


But when the south suffered an ongoing drought and the essential supplies ran low, the west sent plenty of caravans, loaded with food and medicine and saved the Gatori of certain death. To enhance this new connection the loyal families united their realms. The successor of the west Kylian and successor of the south Freya were married.


The Realm of Fire was born.


Under the reign of the new royal couple the young realm flourished and brought unprecedented prosperity to the people. It wasn't long before Kylian's wife gave birth to twins.


A son called Kylion to honor his father and a daughter called Fayola. They parents intended them to rule the realm together.


Kylion and Fayola had to suffer their mother's death at the age of thirteen, which especially left deep scares on Fayolas' heart. She was the last one to hold her mother's hand and listened to her last words:


"Don't cry, my little ruby. Don't mourn the dead. Purgatos awaits me and will watch over my soul for eternity."


The years passed. Under the strict eyes of their father, son and daughter grew up to be honourable rulers.


Kylion believed that everyone had to honour the life and so Incendi had to be the only true lord of the fire. Fayola, however, said that Purgatos was to stand at the top of all because he, as the keeper of souls, brings the peace of mind. This dispute between them got worse and also between their followers. Only her father was able to control the situation.


Then his sudden death changed the situation dramatically.


At first, the realm and the royal family was struck with grief but quickly Fayola's sorrow turned into wrath. She was certain about the fact that this had to be their punishment because they had failed to worshiped Purgatos as the only one, after their mother's death.


Then happened, what had to happen ...

The War of Fire

Kylion and Fayola, the prince and princess of the Realm of Fire, came into a religious dispute – The War of Fire. Fayola claimed that Purgatos, the keeper of the souls, should be worshipped as the only true god of fire and that the Cendori have to recant Incendi – the lord of the flame of life. When her twin brother refused, Fayola split the realm and started to war her own brother. Since Kylion did not want the war, he searched for a way to quickly end the bloodshed. Alchemists of the Cendori created beasts by mutating animals and sent them onto the battlefield.


When Kylions army dominated, and the outcome of the war seemed decided, the beasts got out of control. They covered the land with another wave of sorrow. The salvation came through the wisest and mightiest scholars of the Siari. The Siari think of themselves as Children of the Wind. They worship the Goddess of Wind Etasiaé, who keeps the balance between the fire gods. They built blessed obelisks, which kept the villages and towns safe from the beasts.


The people were saved, though the war had left it's traces behind, so the Goddess of Wind created the tribe of the Harpies out of pity. Those divine creatures should care for the people and help them recover the wasted land.


However, things turned out differently ...


The people were just too traumatized by the beasts, so they began to hunt and kill the Harpies. Desperate and unable to fight back, because they were created as pacifistic beings, the Harpies retired to the northernmost and rutted mountains – and had not been seen from this day on.


Only the Siari felt to be connected to the Harpies and so they settled at the foot of the mountains.


In one of those villages lives Elora.

The Gift of Magic

Each and every being - from the tiny bug via the strong bear through to the delicate bird - each carries a spark of the Eternal Fire inside them. So do humans. But different to most beings, humans are aware of it. It is this spark that allows to exert something divine. Each one bares the potential and is able to unleash those powers; however, controlling them, thus they can't cause unbridled damage, requires a high degree of expertise and exercise. Most humans spend their lives without exerting Magic even once, because it involves the danger of the spark causing a fire that can consume the caster completely. The more powerful a spell the higher the danger that it takes on a live of its own. This is why the majority faces this gift with humility and reverence. Consequently, it is reserved to clerics, priests and other men of the cloth to exert in the name of the gods. Some even see it as a sin to possess oneself of this spark, because in their eyes it is blasphemy to want to force their will upon the Divine Fire. Those often live remote of the big cities, in small villages and communities and are at best wary - often even aggressive - towards strangers and only tolerate known merchants.

The Matriarchy of Fayola

Since Fayola declared war on her brother it was her who controlled the destiny of the south and the peace contract, which sealed the segregation of the Realm of Fire and attributed the south to Fayola, from then on also legitimated her dominion. Previously the monarchs had regulated the politic and economic concerns at Kylion's command, but with his passing his regiment also ended. Fayola had unwillingly inherited Freya to her mother and was, on request of the Siari, appointed king of the south. This meant a caesura in the hierarchies and power structures that had before been applied for centuries. That Kylion, as son of Kylian, occupied the throne was a mere formality, but that a princess without a consort was adjudicated the sovereignty of a queen was a novelty. To allay the displeasure of the monarchs and prevent an impending revolt, each of them received, from Fayola herself, a piece of land and the resources to erect a magnificent estate. In return the monarchs ceded their authority and went into political exile.

The royal household and the Cabinet of Orphans - Cendori

War had taken its terrible toll. Thousands lost their lives. Deep scars covered the land and people even to this day, but it were the children who were hit especially hard. They had their parents wrested in the cruellest way. If one of the parents wasn't killed on the battlefield, their second was taken by the beasts. Kylion, an orphan himself and still a young man, recognised himself in the stricken and traumatised children, what lead him to offer especially them a special place in his new realm. He let countless houses be built in close proximity to his palace. The palace itself got a massive restructuring. He offered all orphans who didn't have relatives that could take care of them not only a shelter, but a new home. Additionally, the old royal household Kylian's had now the duty to foster the orphan's talents, to train them as successors, and that all-encompassing: Be it as alchemist, archivist, builder, consultant, healer, historian, chamberlain, merchant, cook, warlord, priest, knight, bursar, secretary, governor or one of the other countless appointments and disciplines. Without it being Kylion's intent, this worked out to be a brilliant political move. He could indeed be certain of the unswerving loyalty of his entourage and his inner circle, but as a young ruler he still lacked the authority his father used to possess. His incredible generosity, however, evoked a deep admiration for their new king in the war-stricken population. The probably inexhaustible gratitude of the orphans also ensured him their unrestricted loyalty. While each of them gained their training, it was reserved to specially gifted ones to be housed and tutored directly in the palace. Those ministers, masters of their disciplines, trained the highest and mightiest cabinet of the kingdom. In honour of its members and their painful losses and not least as a war memorial, it gained the title of Cabinet of Orphans.

The Council of the Sovereigns

There is no monarchy in the realm of the Siari. Therefore there is no autocrat, who would succeed to the throne because of his blood and right of inheritance. The fate of the realm is controlled by the Council of Sovereigns. When the people of Siari were still young and without orientation, people longed for stability, order, safety and assurance; but no one felt called upon to stand up and lead them. It were the Elders to whom respect was shown, which is why it was their word, at first, which was sought and heard; but those Elders realized that they - although their experience and wisdom may have been be enormous - inhibited their people in their development. So they let send for the most skilful and talented pawns, craftsmen, fishers and hunters, herbalists, tinkerers, stockbreeders and all those who stood out exceptionally. All these people - young and old - were experts in their fields, brought valuable services for their community and therefore enjoyed recognition and respect. As they had gathered, the Elders announces that, from now on, the diversity of the folk would determine the path to walk. The first Council of the Sovereigns saw the light of the day. To this day it is the law that the council may reflect the diversity of the folk, so that the needs and interests of the people may be retained.


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