The light were... A tunnel that lasted for an eternity, yet ended in a breath. Beautiful, yet terrifying. It brought emotions and feelings that were impossible to understand. They are the totality of every things in existence, but also... an inexplicable great void.
And they have created you.
None of you ever "seen" the Pantheon, but you know their names as if they raised you. You do not remember any faces, but know each of them as if they were your parents - in a way, they are. Your creators, your masters. Your benefactors, and also your jailors. They firmly hold you in the grasp of their immortal hands and you belong to them.
You are the very definition of "Loyalty" towards your creators. The source of your powers may vary from one of the gods or the other, but all of you serve the Pantheon of the Divines wholly, and your mission is clear.
You have been sent to Edanica, the mortal world, to stop the realization of a Prophecy. You do not know which one nor what it really is about or what you will have to face. In an ultimate irony, your Masters left you very little to begin your search if but one sentence;
"Find Sol. Walk with the Ancients."
Edanica is coming out of a long and uneasy peace.
For many a years now, the continent was at peace - although not by choice. It had achieved a status quo when the militaristic Nuniel Empire met it's match in the great Desert people of Zuiterra and the noble alliance of the Twin Kingdoms; Latis and Coris. The Nuniel conquests stopped two generations ago, under Emperor Metiros I Alland. His son, Emperor Selilus I Alland, was contempt with keeping this peace while developing the Empire. Despite this apparent desire for peace, the late Emperor did very little to better his nation and soon the words going around was that Selilus was simply an incompetent and lazy Emperor. His son however, now known as Metiros II Alland, was showing great promise. While his father did nothing, Metiros saw to reforming the Empire's Armies and find new ways to break the stalemate. It was under Metiros II that Magi-technologi was discovered and developed. Very little is known as to how exactly it came to be, but rumors are that the Empire found something buried deep beneath the earth that was the source of this new discovery. In the end, whatever was the true source may not be known but it's effect would soon echoes in Edanica.
Selilus I would soon pass away - of natural causes or not was still speculated among the people - and the new Emperor Metiros II was quick to act. With his new army and new weapons, he soon turned the small skirmishes at the borders with with Twin Kingdoms into a full blown war of aggression. The very rich kingdom of Coris and the powerful Knights of Latis were putting up a good fight, but the Empire was slowly making way. At this time, it is unclear what other Kingdoms think of this war and how they will react.
However, while these events were taking place in the mortal world, other events of a more divine nature was taking place. Around the same time that magi-technology came to be, unknown to the mortal races of this world entities of pure energies would descend upon Edanica. Created by the Gods themselves and imbued with their essence, these entities would soon inhabit their own vessels and start on a journey and mission they were given by their creators.
A few months had since passed by, and each and everyone of these "Envoys" would find themselves drawn together by an unknown compelling pull. They could
feel one another and felt it was a natural thing to regroup, as if it was instinct. This would eventually lead them to capital city of the merchant kingdom, Coris. Arriving one by one, to anyone else they would seem like regular adventurers and travelers, but unbeknownst to the common folks these Envoys were the walking, breathing confirmation of their faith and of the Gods real will on this world.
Somewhat ironically for a group composed of such exceptional individuals, both before and after the "possessions", they would finally find one another in an unexceptional place; a Tavern under the name of the
Red Snapper, by the docks. There they would meet, convene and decide upon which actions were best to take next regarding to their mission.
The Gods were watching, but perhaps they were not the only ones.
