-In the beginning there was nothing, then the Great Cleric created the Realm of Nobility, far up amongst the stars, and the Realm of Mortals below.

-The cleric yelled, "Let the sand bring forth Stones and Reeds to build, but also Ember to destroy."

-The cleric build one great Light to rule the day, and shouted, "None shall rule the night, and in this sacred time none will be safe."

-After six days of building, the Clreric grew ill and tired. He knew that he could not rest and leave his world without watchful eyes.
-He created the Grand Diplomat in his image and power. And as the Cleric rested, the Diplomat wrote laws to punish and judge.
-With this great intertwining of Church and State, the world was ready for the age of mortals.

-The cleric and Diplomat colluded to spawn mortals in their image and let them have the lands below.

-The Diploat with his great wisdom, decided the mortals shall always be inferior and bow to the creators. Thus the two proclaimed that none shall ever feel hope or happiness. Those feelings shall forever be reserved for the creators.

-The Grand Diplomat transcribed all the Cleric Commanded into mortal law.

-He stood at the center of the amphitheater in the town of Predition and declared, "None shall live in the same home or act as a family, as you shall look at your creators as father and mother, brother and sister. None shall kill those of their own in the hours of light. Those are the hours of work an toil, where all must farm and provide tithing for thy creators."

-Despite the great generosity of both the Cleric and Diplomat, the mortals argued and bickered among themselves. They whispered heresies and a call of rebellion.

-Many lost faith in their Clreics teachings and denied him as their cerator. The tithing slowed and therefore, the greatest law, "Love thy creators," was broken and all were made sinners by their own doing.

-The Cleric stood before all and shouted, "The end of flesh and bone has come, and behold, I will destroy the Realm of Mortals!"

-The Cleric shot a bolt of magic into the sky. A roar could be heard across the realm, and the skies burst into blue flame. The clouds turned to icy stones that fell to the ground, impaling mortals and crushing homes.

-Never again shall rain touch the sands. The beautiful Realm of Mortals was transformed into the barren desert, The Droughts.

-The ungrateful mortals threatened ad condemned the Cleric, committing great crimes of heresy. It was clear to the Diplomat, a judge and executioner, that all were deserving of the greatest punishement. With his staff he shot flames into the crowd of mortals and scorched their flesh. The sinners screamed and wept as they slumped over one another in the Bone Pit.

-The Cleric dropped to his knees and prayed for the wailing mortals, "Let all who stood against us lie in this Pit For eternity and contemplate your treachery. May you lie awake as your flesh rots and bones cruble to ash."

-The Diplomat pured a vile liquid ove a group of wealthy mortals as they lie silent and dying. He said, "This potion will preserve the flesh of all those who were rich. May you forever remember the inequality in your lives and build resentment over the coming ages."

-The two rose to the Realm of Nobles, thus marking the end of all life, law and creed in the Droughts. As the two flew far above the land, they created the Firmamanet, an invisible shell to hold all the condemned subjects that remained in the vast desert prison