Blackout
Furm furrows his brow. 
"I suppose i'l tell you everything. Considering you're an offworlder. From the beginning." He chugs a pitcher of ale. 

"The continent we inhabit is known as Karna, named after the generous sun god.  It is roughly in the shape of a four point star. Here on the South Point our kingdom is called Arolsaan. The West Point is home to Son Kai. The East Point is inhabited by Fawl. While the Dradher, or Frostlanders, inhabit the North Point. The Center, or Midland, is where the Karn kingdom lies. With the Grand Capital being the Great City of Kar. Imaginative, I know." Furm stops to take another drink. 

"Ten years ago. Our patron deities went silent. Our prayers left unanswered. The Father slew every god in every pantheon. Any who could stand against him. Priests and oracles committed self murder by the thousands. Then in the anarchy six people wielding strange and otherworldly powers declared war on the kingdoms. They led small war bands at first. But it became apparent no matter how many times their followers fell they would rise again and again to fight. Soon many of the Dradher flocked to them filling their ranks with wild and fearless warriors. One by one the noble families were put to the sword." Furm sighs and takes a puff from his pipe. Before exhaling he takes a bite of sushi and downs another glass. 

"The six established themselves as lords then divided up Karna into territories for each of them. South Point is controlled by The Shadow. East Point is The Mystic. West, The Rider. North, in the icy mountains, is rumored to be the Base of The Valkyrie. The City of Karr belongs to The Commander. And the Oceans and Islands of Umi are patrolled by The Admiral. Of course the people did not take this lying down. A rebellion was raised under the leadership of Karnariel." Furm spits. "An arrogant man with an arrogant name. Who wasted countless lives in a fool's war."

Furm is dead sober again. His age is showing in his tired and weighted slouch. "That is more or less everything I know. I'll try to answer any additional questions but I can't promise much."

The Father's Prison
The explosion doesn't even faze The Father. He observes the Young Hand shielded by Razz. 
"You shared my light?" He asks with a calm cadence. 
"Only a little." The young hand mewls. "I'm sorry."
"I know. I know you are." The Father raises his hand and the Young Hand's eyes gloss over. Streams of harsh golden light erupt from her eyes and collect in the palm of The Father's hand where it's absorbed into his body. The Father shakes his head in disapproval. "Shame she had such potential."