Fire & Ice

Fire Shrine - Near Maru

As you continue to ponder the fate of the young boy and searching the ruin for some clues of what has happened and what you have witnessed, you hardly notice the flame in the altar dwindling until it disappears.

When it does, there is another flash of bright light, that fills the room and blinds the three of you. The world seems to sway as you float in a world of brilliance and radiance.

Wim – You find yourself observing a scene that reminds you immediately of the dream like visions of the Felfar. In your vision you float high above the majestic mountains of Fang. A huge storm is brewing over its peaks. Dotted across the range you see little dots of light. These you know to be the fire-shrines of the clansmen. You watch as pilgrims come in droves to petition for the God’s favour, making offers in the hopes of boons.

Fire had been worshipped by the inhabitants of Fang since times immemorial. You see an old, tall muscular man with a long grey beard, wearing a simple tunic, standing in one of the peaks looking over his domain. Like the proxy or the embodiment of the fire God himself. ‘Fosia’, God of Fire and Ash, gatekeeper of the magma, the blood-life running deep through the mountains of Fang.

You sense that the titan is watching over the end of an era and feel the worry emanate from him in waves. The fiery plasma of volcanos in the Steppes ha started to run slower and sluggishly, as if under attack from the cold of the mountains.

Across the furthest reaches of Fang, a woman cloaked in white furs raises her finger at the storm clouds that gather above the range. Her black hair falls over her pale face and her eyes sparkle. Her time is now. She will sweep away the old ways and the old God. Noraura, Goddess of Winter and Death, Mother of Mountains, would slowly wrap her fingers around the Odonine and replace the cult of Fire for the cult of the Ice. Slowly but steadily she would became the One God of Fang...