When the Godswar finally ended, The lives that survived the Ordeal had changed greatly, Many had Perished, Many lives were sent to the greater planes to live out the afterlife. Many Kingdoms rose to glory, While others fell to the Chaos that came along with battling the gods. Most of the Gods decided to live peacefully, Taking the new Order of Godhood into account, Living in their own realm, Allowing their Followers and themselves to live life to their own devices. However not all gods were as willing to give up the old ways, Of Mortal servitude to the gods, of Blood Sacrifice, and being worshiped all hours of the day.
The Peace treaty between the six great kingdoms was Designed to keep the gods from ever falling as they had during the war, the gods were to no longer directly interfere in the lives of their faithful, Previously living amongst them as kings, They now Kept their distance, Watching from their own Divine realms , Still granting power to their people of their faith.
However Some gods were not so Content.
They would not sit Idly by while the races that they gave life to lived in peace.
These gods Claimed Treason against the gods whom had signed the peace treaty, Even shunning those whom didn’t speak against it. Those whom Spoke against the peace treaty were given two options, To either Sign and agree with the other gods, Or they could leave. They now Inhabit the Outer realm, The far reaches of the Divine world. While leaving the City, they spat upon the gods following the treaty as though they were dirt, Stating that they were not true gods, But the Children that don’t understand, Without Placing the mortals in a Subservient role, That the gods held no power and would eventually be ruled over by the Mortal Man. They took up calling themselves the old gods, Following ancient edicts that were placed among the ancient gods. Unfortunately, This was not without it’s faults, Among the gods whom left stand some of the oldest and most powerful beings to exist in our world. Now only small remnants of their existence still exist in Artoria, Various cults and hidden worshipers, still taking power from their gods, despite the distance now between them.
The sound of waves crashing against the steep cliff slope filled the courtyard, Many wandered around the walkways, Traveling between their quarters and the prayer halls. The strong salty smell of the sea air filled the lungs of all those around. Sitting underneath a Floral shrine to the God of Nature, sat a peculiar young man, his clothing did not match that of most around here, Most wore objects of their faith, Clothing with colours and symbols matching their faith, However this young man seemed to not have any of the Usual divine markings. His loose brown pants were strapped tightly to his thin waist by a leather belt, His shirt, Buttoned up the entire way, to a button done at his collar, His long coat sat underneath him, a long leather duster, with some symbols of a lost language running down the back of the coat. The sun beat down on him, Being filtered by the canopy of various trees and plants surrounding him.
His eyes and mouth were closed, If it weren’t for the light lifting of his shirt when he was breathing, One could mistake the young man for dead. As people began filtering in to the buildings, there was silence, there was peace.
However, As most instances of peace in the world of Artoria. This could only be short lived, Minutes of silence pass, Suddenly broken by a loud tapping on the nearby stone walkway. Still laying on the ground the man reached up and Rubbed his Eyes before looking over to see whom awoke him from his sleep, Standing on the nearby walkway was an elderly man, his robes fell to the ground, bearing ancient runes down the sleeves and along the trim, the staff that was tapping on the ground, Stood almost as tall as he was, which considering the man’s small stature, was not a great feat.
“Lazing the day away once more are we?” He heard from the old man. The young man stood dusting himself off as he smirked over to the elderly man, “Oh well, It’s good to see that someone can enjoy the small instances of peace that we get in this world.” He Smirked back to the young man, turning to walk to the Central building of the Complex. “Come, We have other matters to attend to, plus, A storm is coming.” He called over his shoulder as he started away. The young man gathered his things from under a nearby bush and threw his satchel over his shoulder. Looking off in the distance the storm clouds had gathered, rolling off of the land like a great beast formed of darkness. A thunderous roar emerged from the cloud as a bolt of lightning struck the water on the shore. “It seems it wasn’t only my peace that was disturbed.” he remarked before following down the trail.
The temple of all was a great complex, born on an ocean island. In ancient times, this is where the gods lived, they ruled from the temple of all, living with their faithful. The faithful lived and worshiped in peace, realizing that without each others gods, the world would not be complete. Even gods of warring factions Slept, Ate and Prayed amongst each other, For this was the home of The One. For every beginning has a catalyst. A spark to ignite the creation. For the world of Artoria this was the birth of The One. Born from the nothingness that was all before existence, The will and mind of The One forged our world, The sky and the stars, The realms that exist around our world, both material and spiritual, His mind was said to hold anything that anyone could ever imagine, and his body held the power to create all that was in his mind. However even in his near unlimited power, he could not change the outcome of what was to happen.