Volorr was pleased, with himself and his creations. It was time for one final earthly creation, then he would set about crafting his own real among the heavens, a realm where he could observe his creations away from the prying eyes of the others. The spirits he had already created were setting about their respective tasks nicely. Wiri was making sure the waters were clean, Walla was making sure the winds did not rage unchecked, Kallar tended the plants and their fruits, and Zakir made sure the animals stayed in balance, hunting those who were over populating, and protecting those who were endangered. Now, he had to make his final creations. First, he must create the spirits that would guide his children. 

The next spirit he created, would be the one that would inevitably befall anything, and no man could ever escape. He plucked a bone from an animal, and from he he crafted the Fifth Spirit. The spirit was born knowing its purpose, and solemnly looked over the wastes. Indeed, its task would not be a happy one. To guide the souls of the coming dead mortals, was not a job that one would want...but someone arguably had to do it. It silently accepted its task, for it might as well do it, there was no need for the burden to fall on someone else. Volorr named it [b][i]Lorin[/i][/b], and sent it off to prepare for its task. No doubt it would see much work in the coming mortal days as they adjusted to life in the desert.

The Sixth he created, would be the one of the more important ones. He plucked a feather from his head, and from it he created the Sixth. He named it [b][i]Morkar[/i][/b], and gave it the duty of chronicling the history of the mortals of the desert, and giving them knowledge. A difficult task down the road. Chronicling the exploits of an entire race of mortals would not be easy. Things written could be forgotten or changed. It was his job to see that no matter what the mortals knew or though, that the truth remained with him. The spirit bowed, and was sent to prepare.

Then he created the Seventh. He plucked a berry from a bush, and from it he created a spirit. The spirit he named [i][b]Grunor[/b][/i]. He gave it the duty of making the mortals happy with drink, song, festivals and games. Grunor obeyed. It was not a task that would seem as easy as it sounded. For keeping an entire race of beings happy would be a monumental task in itself. Grunor set off, for preparation was the most key thing to a successful festival.

Next, came the Eighth. Volorr plucked a metal from deep within the earth, and formed it into the next spirit. He named it [b][i]Roril[/i][/b] and tasked it with bringing luck and fortune to those who sought their riches through adventure and risks. Roril nodded in obedience. It would be a fun task, toying with mortals and making them think they were so close to wealth and becoming rich. He left of his own accord, scouring the lands for places that would be good hiding spots for riches.

The ninth and tenth were created from a blade crafted out of stone. One, he gave the task of watching over duels and the fairness of the law of the mortals. The other, he tasked with the opposite. Giving it the domain over trickery, and treachery. The one over Fairness and Duels, was named [b][i]Malar[/i][/b]. The one over plots and Treachery, [b][i]Allair[/i][/b]. Malar obeyed, seeing it only just that they have someone to watch over their laws and insure justice was done. Allair also obeyed, simply because it thought it would be fun to trick those who thought they were doing the tricking. The two set off into the desert to prepare for their respective tasks.

With the Ten Guardians created, he waited. For they would return, and then he would create the Mortals that would inhabit this harsh environment.