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The Powers Within Ages ago - when the Winds, the Seas, and Mountains were young - the gods reveled their creations as majestic monuments to their abilities and marks of their forever enduring synergy. They smiled and were proud, creating a Cycle to illuminate these sculptures in bedazzling orange light. It was warm and loving, met and concluded in the dark blue haze of somnolence and cooling moonlight. All was well within their little world, but there was something missing, something they longed for and eternally desired. Though they admired from afar, the lesser gods craved to experience their masterpiece with all their senses. Strict decrees from the King of the Gods bound them solely as observers, only to admire their work at a distance. The heavens were a peaceful place, and the King provided well for his brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters. They lavished in the richest of luxuries, slept in beds of profligacy, and lived harmoniously with one another. All was at peace, but they longed for more. The Lord of Deviance and Mischief, Kronos, implored his brothers and sisters to visit with him once while their father slept. As the King's eyes closed, they descended from the skies on the Winds and stepped foot onto the ground. Immediately, they encountered a world outside anything they ever knew. Under their bare feet they felt sharp thorns ringing bells of pain in their minds. Their nostrils, accustomed only to scents of richness and comfort, cringed in the rotting stink of death, mildew, and nature that engulfed their every move. Their eyes, used to the accepting colors of their creation from afar, found that there was not much splendor once within it. Immediately they cursed Kronos and struck him - an attack that in the Heavens was more a gesture than threat - however here, caused a strange red fluid to flow in lieu of ichor, as he fell to the ground forever still. A loud roar erupted from the sky, as their father stood above his now cowering children. Immediately, he struck these defiant with a curse, binding them to this harsh land they favored enough to defy him. He claimed their powers of war, peace, love, home, health, art, and more, and cast them to the winds, where they would forever exist amongst his children yet, ironically, remain out of reach. It was here, in their "haven", that they would remain forever. Results of the verdict varied. Many gave up and accepted death rather than strife, but the others attempted new life. They found that in times of great emotional stress, their powers faintly returned, reverberating throughout the ground into the earth. Wars were fought on these impulses of men, love was forged in it's fractured arms, pieces of art forever echoed from these inspirations, and depicted to the generation that followed, mankind, that there was still a transcending power within one another. These gifts cannot be learned. It is said that the Barbarian is born because his blood contains the Ichor of the god of war, the Muse hears the songs of power in the wind, and the Diviner captures the essence of the soothsayer from the sky. Forever they remain the powers within, thriving in a place that feeds off them, aptly named the Kingdom of the Winds. Gaiseric | |