Kaia Once a world ruled by only nature, it quickly flourished into a world that sustained man. Guided by the ever present hands of the Pantheon, mountains stretched high into the sky, oceans sustained and brought forth life, and the ground was plentiful of everything that would sustain the greatest of their creations. From the dust of the plains of Aggedon, the stones of the mountains of Haidengrund, and the emerald-crowned trees of Langdalar, arose the three races that would supply the Pantheon with power unimaginable. It wouldn't be their blood that fueled them, but their very worship would be all that was required. In exchange, the Pantheon taught them much. Athos, the god-king, shaped his creation and instilled in them a desire to procreate. Tione, his bride, gave them light to guide their way. Mara gave them fire and taught them how to love. Beyond that, the fiery goddess instilled in them a passion for all things. Fenheimer taught them how to till the land and brought forth all manner of seed for sustenance. Odros taught them to be explorers. His adventurous nature caused all of creation to expand to all corners of the world. Yanke gave her gifts of water and peace instilling in all a desire for no conflict. Adona brought the night so that creation could rest. Finally, Krasus brought death so that life could be cherished. However, Krasus was never content with his sitting and thought that Death should rule over all since all would ultimately meet it. His selfishness drove him to revolt and in the coming conflict, many would perish including himself. Kaia was ravaged by the jealous God as he marched from his Obsidian Tower and led his armies of the fallen and followers to Athos' Tear. Fortunately for Kaia, creation, blessed by the Pantheon, struck down the rogue God but not before Kaia suffered a wound she would never heal from. Dagor's Scar marks to this day, the very spot Krasus fell. With their deity fallen, his followers retreated back into Kor'Dala where whispers of their dastardly deeds seep from the thick fog that hides their wickedness. None dare travel through it. None dare disturb the maddened followers of the Fallen God. "Of course, these are just tales that parents tell their children to keep them in line," Reid chuckled as he scanned the wide-eyed children that encompassed the open fire. The disagreeable moans of mothers rang out as they quickly gripped the shoulders of their younglings and pulled them from the fire. "Your words are blasphemy, sir," the deep accent of the ever stuck up Tandrielans was think on her words, "How dare you tell such a sacred tale of the past and end it with your accusations. We all know that those were true events." Reid read her for a moment, his eyes scanning ever so slightly from face to face before returning to her. He could see the faint white glow of her Marking just above her collar. This woman had sworn her loyalty to Athos, the God-King. It was no wonder she was so pious about her religious tales. A smile spread across his lips and he quickly rose from his cross-legged position, "You're right, my lady, I apologize for my words." She nodded, rose her nose and spoke down to him, "Perhaps you should visit the temple and seek forgiveness. Your words shame Athos and only Athos can grant you his forgiveness." Reid's jaw clenched. The dancing flames threw shadows over his stubble. His head lowered for the briefest of moments before he spoke again, "I shall. Thank you," he spoke as she, along with the others left the fire. His fists were clenched at his side as his eyes turned to the flames. They danced wildly as did his spirit in that moment. How ignorant were these people to believe that the Gods would show them any mercy or forgiveness. He had grown up in hard times. He knew otherwise. The Gods were pitiless and cruel. Mercy was far from them and forgiveness was just a tool to keep their subjects in line. As far as Reid was concerned, there were no Gods. "You ought to be more careful, old friend, the words you speak can do far more than just earn you a tongue lashing," Takar stepped from the shadows and crossed his massive arms over his chest. Reid looked up at his friend and sighed, "You are right. We are within a day's journey of Tandriel. We are far too close to throw it away with carelessly spoken words." "So you'll keep your mouth shut from now on?" A young woman spoke as she stepped from the tree line. Reid laughed. He was a natural leader. Keeping his mouth shut was difficult but for this situation, "I will do my best, Kyleigh," she shrugged as if she knew better, "The others should be close to completing their tasks. We should break camp and get an early start." Takar and Kyleigh couldn't agree more. With haste, the trio broke camp and mounted their horses. The hooves beat hurriedly against the dirt roads as they rode East. They were no more than a half a day's ride from the gates of Tandriel.