The Gods

||GODS|| Kali

Kali, the earth Goddess, the creator.
The first great Immortal, she walked from the void and created all that you see before you. She is the true earth mother of the world. We are all a part of her and one day will all return back to her form. Kali is seldom seen within the world.

This is the second realm created by Kali, she improved upon her first vision in many ways but still spends her time between the two worlds. She is not see in Legends of Cosrin that often.

Ica is the Immortal of War, Combat and Adventure. He likes to set tasks to individuals that help them improve themselves. He is a very volatile Immortal and prone to explosive temper outbursts. Ica has a fanatical following, often the cries of ICA Forever ! ring out across the land.

There are statues that offer great rewards to powerful mortals who slay beasts in his honour. He regards Valtera as the ultimate evil, but because he ignorant of the ways of magic he can do her no lasting harm. In the same way his innocence of magic means that Valtera cannot harm him with her spells either.

Ica demands TOTAL loyalty and unquestioning service. If you are brave, if you would stand tall against ultimate evil, fight for GLORY, for HONOUR and for ICA.

The goddess of Magic, as Valtera chose to be known, aspires to dominion over the entire world. Chaotic to the extreme, she enjoys watching creatures suffer - and not just physical suffering, either.

Despite holding Ica in contempt because of his lack of magic, and Andaria because of her amicability, both of them still manage to keep her and Loki in check from ravaging the realm as a whole, much to Valtera's chagrin. But Valtera is patient, and she knows that someday her time will come.

Her physical form is a sight to behold - hideously disfigured from the runes she has inscribed on her skin. It has been rumoured that the very sight of her may cause a person to go mad, despite there being ample proof that this isn't so - even if few meeting her in person survive long enough to tell others about their encounter.

Residing atop a great Tor, Valtera's Tor, in the middle of the Tymore Hills, Valtera keeps a watchful eye on what transpires in the realm, ready to take advantage of any situation as it presents itself.

The beautiful Immortal Andaria is the keeper of the books of time for Kali. She chronicles all events, no matter how small, in her silver tomes. Andaria is all-knowing about past events and this gives her great insights into the future. She is also the Immortal of arts and literature and favours those who appreciate and honour the arts.

||GODS|| Anyana

The beautiful Immortal Anyana is the keeper of the books of time for Kali. She chronicles all events, no matter how small, in her silver tomes. Anyana is all-knowing about past events and this gives her great insights into the future.

||GODS|| Loki

Chaotic, and the embodiment of Chaos - Loki is the Immortal to which many of loes woes and ills are attributed, whether they are caused by him directly or not. The prime evil, often he is called, and yet ... Such is his nature that on occasion he may even seem benign to a few - as changeable in his temperament as a spring sea-storm, a sailor might say.

'Law, valor, honour, purity. Words just words. Or so it was before the time of Indus.' The opening phrase fell from the mouth of the bard with an ease that belied his years.

In the smoke filled tavern room gathered the townsfolk. A taletelling was reason enough to seek shelter from the harsh winter winds and settle with mulled wine and warm beer before the huge hearth in the Saddlers Inn.

Word had already spread through the town like a wheat fire on a hot summer morning about a bard staying the night, indeed the word had reached even the ears of Milius the scribe, a man known for his ability to ignore everything but the arrival of new books.

The air was thick with the blue grey smoke auroma of ciderweed tobacco, smoked as ever by the field workers weary from a days harvesting in these fall months. Wet wick oil lights provided scattering fingers of light against the heavily stained woodbeams and the tar covered ceiling, reminding all but the lost romantics that the days of summer were over for another year.

With the attention of the inn centred on his small table the bard began to recount , yet again, the legend of Indus.