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00:25, 18th April 2024 (GMT+0)

Honor Among Thieves

In the first age of Nuria, the Age of Formation, the Primordials shaped Nuria from raw elements as a neutral ground upon which to negotiate peace between the warring planar forces who had ravaged the Astral Sea.  Titans of raw elemental force and conceptual entities whose bare thoughts could hurl stars.  A debate ensued, wherein every word altered the shape of the fledgling world they stood upon and which birthed the first gods as living manifestations of the Primordials' arguements.  Amused, the Primordials ordered their creations to do battle, but as the gods waged war for their masters it became clear the circular chatter of the Primordials would fuel the gods to endless fighting without resolution.

In the second age of Nuria, the Age of Awakening, the theiving god Mask stole free will from the Primordials and gave it to the gods.  Thus did the Primordials become the fabric of reality, upon which the magical weave of fate could be stitched.  In the rapture of their newly discovered free will, the gods found they too could shape reality as the Primordials had, but still bearing grudges from their previous battles began fighting to claim as much of Nuria as possible and keep control of fate.  Seeking leverage over one another, the gods twisted the threads of fate into puppets of raw will, birthing all manner of living things to serve their whims.

This brings us to the third age of Nuria, the Age of Absence.  Seeing the gods perpetrating the same acts as their forebears, Mask stole the weave of fate from the gods and gave it to their mortal creations.   Unable to toy with fate as they once had, the gods retreated from Nuria to consolidate power in the outer planes.  For a thousand years mortals relished in their new freedom and power, shaping Nuria to their own whims.  Empires and kingdoms rose and fell, and in time tyrants grew to such heights as to rival the gods themselves.  However, in that time the gods discovered that through mortal servants they could shape the weave, and their acolytes tore down the sorceror-kings who had reigned over the land.

It is now the fourth age of Nuria, the Age of Balance.  The world belongs to mortal hands, but the voice of many gods echo in the ears of their respective chosen.  New kingdoms have arisen amid the ruins of the old, and riches beyond measure are yours for the taking.  Just remember that whoever tries to claim all of it for themselves... may one day find it stolen from their grasp...