The Story of the Supreme Gods

The Supreme Gods were born out of necessity; once the Phoenix was gone, the task of crafting the new world was left to the four children of the Phoenix.

Earrach: the Mother of Wind,

Theras: the Champion of Fire,

Ivern: the Scholar of Water,

Rocheux: the Weaver of Earth.

Born of the raw powers of construction and the sculpting and shaping of the Scribe, the elemental Gods were distilled into pure forms of material creation: Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water.

In the vacuum, the planes drew closer towards each other. A bright light flashed from the collision point, and an enormous boom shook everything violently. What was left of each plane was scattered by the explosion, and where the explosion took place, the Prime Material plane was made. Astounded by this event, the Scribe tasked the new gods to work towards something greater; they were to forge a new world from the product of their works.

After that the gods went to work crafting the new and beautiful world of Embris. The Scribe had brought out his previous stories from the time that the Phoenix had accompanied him, and passed them to the gods. He was hopeful that they would be able to rekindle the world he had seen before, and build a mighty and eternal creation.

Ivern took the stories and studied them closely. He studied how the world flowed and swirled, how it burned and dimmed, and how it consumed and grew. This task that they were now burdened with was a daunting one, but with the prowess of each god, the Scribe was sure that they would once again bring a setting to write his stories in.

The Gods converged their energy above the new Prime Materia, focusing on the specific roles that they were given: Errach was to give the world motion and space, Theras was to spark the fire and energy within, Ivern was to grant the world its pristine and cold edges, and Rocheux was left to weave and sculpt the world and the landscape atop it. As the pieces of the new world began to take their final shapes, each god took a step back and admired their work.

The Scribe, seeing the completion of the world, forged the souls and bodies for mortals to roam and live within this realm. After deep consideration and discussion, the gods asked the Scribe once more to review his stories of the life once created before them. All four of them studied the history with great determination, comparing their own mistakes and creations to those from the stories. Once they were certain of their needs, they each divided their powers equally into their own three progeny; birthing new gods, full of potential to guide the mortals in their new existence. Each child was given their own place in the world; their own task to fulfill.

Once each new god was shaped and formed, they were released onto the plane. The Supreme Gods were finally left to their well-earned rest and tranquility where they observed the Major Gods as they went about interacting with the mortals and shape this new world in their own ways.

As the plane thrived, the gods' influence grew. Earrach blew winds through the forests, uprooting trees from the floor. Theras brought heat from the skies and slowly melted the icy mountaintops, flooding the plains below. Rocheux kept weaving stone and crafting the lands, more and more, until parts of the land grew overfull and jagged. Ivern took the chances as they came to unleash ginormous waves from the oceans onto the land, in hopes that he could stake his claim there.

The perpetual toing and froing of the gods began to take their toll on both the mortals and the plane itself. The changes to the world around them grew more and more destructive and malignant. The events that they caused grew more and more cataclysmic in nature, as mountains erupted into volcanoes, seas began to whirl and writhe, winds swept tornados through the lands, and the dry earth contorted and sheared in mighty quakes.

The Major Gods convened and pleaded that the Supreme Gods halt their reign, in hopes of ending the torment of the mortals. 

All the Supreme Gods ignored the pleas, except for Ivern. He began to see the error of his ways, and regretted not having done something to stop his siblings earlier. He joined the Major Gods' cause and tried once more to plead their case, but the other Supreme Gods were too enveloped in their work.

In a final attempt to get their attention, Ivern heaved the cold oceans with all his might and spilled it over the lands, plunging the Prime Material Plane into a time of coldness and calm.

Errach, Theras, and Rocheux scoffed at Ivern for spoiling their fun; their work ruined, in their eyes. Ivern told them that there was no way that powers like theirs could be of any more benefit to the Prime Material Plane, and suggested that they continue their individual work in the Elemental Planes, where none could be interrupted.

As each Supreme God turned away from the Prime Material, they said their final goodbyes to their progeny, and told them to uphold their given tasks in the absence of the Supreme Gods. Now, they rest and work peacefully; each residing deep within their own Elemental Plane - not to be disturbed again.