![]() This is one of the few vaults where angels of other dominions travel freely. Anything that helps prepare them to battle the forces of hell. Most of this time is devoted to combat, but magic, siegecraft, armorsmithing, weaponsmithing, military strategy, history and mental, physical and spiritual endurance are also trained along with a wide variety of other subjects. This is the place where angelic champions are trained and prepared for war. The temple itself is an academy and arena in one. They pay little attention to any of the petitioners, angels or even Nantosuelta herself unless anyone attempts to stop their work or damage the temple. The Peliguard is a massive temple that is continuously being constructed by a race of powerful golems. The gods fear that only Bhall will be able to come claim the stone, and when she does, she will destroy worlds with it.ĭuring the Age of Invention the Heart of Fire is stolen from this world. ![]() But so far, it has destroyed anyone who got to close. Occasional parties of demons or angels, and occasionally powerful creatures of other types attempt their way across this world to claim the power of the Heart of Fire. Even the archangel Brigit the Shining is gone. It was a blazing sword into the sky while Bhall reigned here, but now it is wild and has destroyed the structures, temples and shrines the vault once contained.įew still remain here. It quakes and sends out torrents of magma and fire across the vault with little control or warning. One of the stones that Agares stole out of heaven is here, the Heart of Fire. The forms of these petitioners are often seen on the beaches, sometimes sitting unmoving for generations. In time they become part of a small island community that spends its days in quiet reflection.Įventually the most advanced learn to allow their spirits to travel to creation where they can soothe and inspire those in need. In the beginning there is no other life except for distant white birds gliding lazyly through the sky.Īfter years/decades/centuries of reflection the world slowly begins to change, introducing more life and eventually other spirits calm, reflective angels and petitioners like themselves. It is a place of perfect tranquility and peace. The water is perfect, sun warm, sand soft and cool. Petitioners new to this vault are greeted by an idyllic island. With enough lies a portal can be opened, for the speaker to escape, or for invaders to enter. If a lie is told within this world it creates a tear in the world, an effect that is felt instantly by every petitioner and angel. There are scattered open amphitheaters where petitioners gather, gleaming mosaic roads leading from the gates to temple of Lugus at the world’s heart and the gleaming sun that is above it. There is little in the world outside of petitioners, angels and occasional creations of Lugus. Over centuries they are eventually able to face the light unhindered. New petitioners often try to build defenses and excuses to protect themselves from the revelations, but these will be burnt away as well. They then spend days, months or years with their head down, recovering and worshipping before glancing up again. ![]() Often overwhelming them with shame and self-loathing. Gazing at the sun reveals every imperfection in the petitioner. Once through the gates it is a world of low, golden fields with a burning sun at its heart. Petitioners must pass up out of darkness into the perfect light of the world, and frequently the journey requires them to sacrifice or face their own tragedy or suffering before they can continue. This is often called the highest heaven because all entrances to it start below, gazing up at the brillant wall that surrounds the world, and the blazing light radiating out of it. It is a dizzying and overwhelming experience for mortals new to the world, but after growing accustomed to it travelers report that they forever feel partially blinded and smothered on other worlds. There is no distortion for distance or loss of clarity allowing everyone on this flat world to see from one end to the other as clearly as they can see someone standing beside them. Yggdrasil sits at the heart of this world, it’s branches reach up into the Infinite Garden and its roots down into the Wildlands. Still, there are places where beauty remains. But the godswar, the Age of Ice and a thousand other tragedies have deeply scarred it. It is the place that was once close to true heaven. Nowhere in the realms of Erebus is there more variety, scale and beauty. Fashioned by all the gods, Creation exhibits the best and worst of each of them.
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