"I will tell you the story of Eassed, the creator god."
A man with long, blond hair and beard, around fifty years of age, reads a scroll that narrates the history of his people to his son.
"He arose from within the darkness, expanding the light that dwelled within him—outside of him, there was no light. He fought to exist amidst the chaos and, after billions of years, he succeeded, creating everything through the light.
When the light overcame the darkness, the worlds were built. The darkness, however, had to be contained in a single entity. Thus, controlling the chaos with the attributes he had acquired, Eassed created the being Dev-rah.
But a problem arose: the entity of chaos gained consciousness. And, someday, it could rebel against its own creator."
It is a peaceful day... until a fireball strikes the city walls. The rebellion begins.
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A thousand years ago, the peaceful land of Epíria suffered something inexplicable.
The twelve peoples who lived in small cities awakened and acquired the power of Dark Magic.
It was an ordinary day. The people of Níbira walked the streets, going about their chores, until a fireball appeared in the sky.
The mages who were atop the wall managed to intercept it. Then, on the horizon, an army appeared, much larger than that of the city of Níbira.
They came from the oldest city in the land—the one they had destroyed. After annihilating the ancestral people, they marched against the people of Níbira.
"Do not stop the attack! Do not let them advance!"
Spells of Water, Wind, and Light erupted as a blond-haired lord, who appeared to be about fifty years old, bellowed to his garrison from the top of the walls that surrounded the city.
He looked at the soldiers coming from afar. They all had dark hair—black or bluish, among other dark colors—and they cast spells of Fire and Earth. Further on, beyond the squadron, twelve individuals ascended the plain towards the city. Seated on majestic chairs, they were carried on the shoulders of forty-eight soldiers.
Finally, the fireballs and the stone golems—giant and extremely strong beings—destroyed the wall, allowing the armies of the twelve tyrants to invade the city.
The battle was fierce. Even with the walls brought down, the Níbiras managed to resist the attack. Masterfully executing spells of Water and Wind—their people's specialties—they managed to take down the first wave of the enemy army.
Aware that the army might dare to attack again later, the Níbiras decided to flee. But, before that, the king prayed in the city's temple. Before the statue of their god, the king, the nobility, and the priests pleaded.
"Oh great Eassed, creator of all worlds!" prayed the high priest, "We are here because they intend to destroy your people. The servants of Dev-rah wish to insult us by turning us into slaves. The times of peace are gone. Since they obtained astonishing powers from Dev-rah, they have begun a campaign to decimate your people, the people who worship you, the people chosen by you to praise your name. I ask you: intervene on our behalf! Bring ruin upon those who beat at our gates to drive us out! We know that you can save us. Therefore, I cry out: save us, oh god Eassed!"
After the prayer, a prophetess stood up and told everyone what she had heard from Eassed:
"This day was inevitable. I am aware of your affliction and that your enemies are about to bring down this kingdom. But fear not. I will send you a savior who will exterminate the servants of Dev-rah. Until the day of his birth, you will be scattered to the four corners of Epíria and will live as nomads. But I will set aside an offspring, who will live hidden from Dev-rah until I gather you again to battle against those who oppress you, alongside your savior. And, on that day, you will conquer your enemies and return to inhabit your city, as in the days of peace that once were in Epíria."
And, just as the oracle of Eassed had prophesied, Níbira was destroyed, and its people fled. Some were enslaved, others became nomads, and so they have lived to this day.