"The New shall always war against the Old. It has always been that way and always will. The New tears down, the New lays waste, and once it stands there, panting, basking in the manifestation of victory, it turns. And to its horror it sees something Newer behind it, lustily sharpening its knife."

_{- Preface to the Last Will and Testament of Elga Trilling}

The Children of Dragons

Argaia is a lush and beautiful world, primarily dominated by the Human species. It was not always so. Long before the current age of strife, Humans shared the planet with another intelligent, bipedal species. Some countries called them the Dragoons, some the Dragonkin, and others gave more colorful names such as the Umbrae or the Cono'cala. But universally this species was referred to as the Children of Dragons.

There is great debate over what they looked like, with some ancient texts describing them as lizardlike, and others as feathered angels. Some scholars claim the Children of Dragons changed their shape, others that their shape was only set in the eye of the beholder, and others still have postulated that each of them was unique.

No Dragons dwelt upon Argaia, but the Children of Dragons spoke of them with reverence, and taught the Humans to worships those draconic celestials as gods. It was the Children of Dragons who first taught Humans how to wield magic, though Humans proved to be less able practitioners.

The Celestial Struggle

The gods of the Children of Dragons had long been embroiled in a struggle for supremacy. In the many Realms Beyond that lay past Argaia, past the Celestial Veil, there was ever conflict over control for the Gates of Heaven. Numerous entities had vied for supremacy, but none were as strong as the Nine Dragons who held the gates.

But in that struggle, an old foe of the Dragons tried a new stratagem. The Phoenix, worshipped only by cults scattered across Argaia, fractured itself, taking nine distinct forms, each designed to counter one of the Nine Dragons. The war the Phoenix launched ended in less than the blink of an eye, yet to these celestial entities, it raged for what felt like an eternity.

In the end, the Dragons were laid low and sealed away. But the Phoenix’s victory was bittersweet, for though it had defeated its ancient enemy, fractured, it now lacked the power to open the gates.

Decline of the Old Gods, Ascent of the New

Time can strengthen a bond or cause it to rot. The war in the Realms Beyond caused a shift in power on Argaia, and Humans began to resent the Children of Dragons who had nothing left to offer. The cults of the Phoenix began to flourish, and with that came tension.

No one knows when the first blow was struck, but the earliest histories describe the city-state of Blackcloud as hosting a "Great Liberation" in which the three Children of Dragons residing there were executed and burned. Some decried the killing, but a precedent had been set for those who craved violence or nursed resentment. A sweeping genocide followed before the year was out. Despite their mystical nature, the Children of Dragons had never craved power or dominance, and were unprepared to fight for survival. If any of their kind hid away in safety during that time, it is unknown.

_{Phoenixborn Saria Guideman charms her guests into genteel submission, as outside, chaos reigns.}

The First Red Rains

"The only trustworthy accounts of those early days are from the journals of those who dwelled in the cities that survived the coming crisis. We know there was panic, and most assumed the world was coming to a miserable end. It is not uncommon for those journal entries to guess at the reason for the calamity, and almost all reach the same hypothesis: Humanity shall pay for its sins."

_{- Kinston Atellia, Historian} 

More than a century after the genocide of the Children of Dragons, a great horror fell upon the continent of Highriver. A terrible storm struck, only the rain that fell was crimson and thick, looking every bit like blood. Fear and panic spread among the populace, and this fear proved well founded. The rain was as unwholesome as it appeared, and everything that it touched was sickened. And those living things that were exposed overlong began to change. The Red Rains swept across the planet, and wherever they went, abomination followed. Monsters, some as small as cows, others looming over the tallest castle spires, stalked the land, slaughtering as they went. These were the first Chimera, looking like terrible amalgamations of people, plants, and animals. When the Red Rains ended, they left behind a world filled with unspeakable monstrosities.

Humanity fought back as best they could, but everything began to fail. A capital city might hold out against the Chimera threat, only for the destruction of its neighboring farmlands to cause its people to starve. And so Humans fled from their homes and did their best to seek refuge in the largest cities. Tall walls were raised higher, stout gates reinforced, and the ranks of armies swelled. But more were caught outside sealed city gates and their stories were lost to time, and oft those in the cities found themselves in such need, they envied those who had died.

The Vermillion Council Reveals Itself

Decades passed and Humanity dwindled, seemingly caught in a downward spiral to extinction. The cities that survived were cut off from each other and none could say how the rest of the world fared. But on Godstar, in the university-city of Sunhold, the powerful Vermillion Council hatched a plan. Long had they trained a private army with secret designs of global conquest, but now their scheming had presented them with a new option. The Council's army had not been trained for rank-and-file combat, but rather assassination, hit-and-run strikes, and magical craft. These elite warriors were dubbed the amurai, and in them, the Vermillion Council saw a chance to not only strike at the Chimera, but in doing so, cement the council's place as leaders in a world they might shape as their own.

When the amurai were first revealed, they were hailed as heroes, and the Vermillion Council was praised for their stewardship of Humanity. Towering Chimera were slain as teams of amurai scaled them, and took them apart with surgical precision. But many of these warriors were lost, and the Vermillion Council began to realize their ambitions might prove too great. Still, they did much good, relieving sieges, partially reestablishing communication between cities, and more importantly, enabling themselves to recruit more candidates for amurai training.

The Phoenix Rises

Long years passed by, with the amurai being Humanity's lone hope against the Chimera. But in cities all across the world, a curious thing began to happen. Children were born with unusual powers that seemed to surpass what Humankind was thought capable of. Some were identified at birth, but many did not exhibit their full abilities until they were fully grown. As their strange powers began to manifest, so too did their reputations. It was Coal Roarkwin who was widely believed to have killed the first Chimera single-handedly, but others soon rose to replicate the feat. Their powers were hailed as divine intervention, and they soon became known as the Phoenixborn.

_{The notoriously aggressive Phoenixborn, Dimona Odinstar, marshals her forces before battle.}

The Great Cleansing

Humanity's future seemed brighter, and the Phoenixborn banded together. They formed teams and together scoured Argaia, seeking out Chimera and slaughtering them with impunity. Some Phoenixborn fell, but they were few, and thus the threat of the Chimera was ended, seemingly forever. The horrors of the past seemed just that, in the past, and Humanity began to reclaim the world as its own. But the prophet Alibrimbor, himself a Phoenixborn, delivered a fateful prophecy:

“Not breeding, not morality, nor purity of spirit shall deliver the children of the Phoenix from madness and bloodshed. They shall rage against each other, consume one another, and their hunger will not be assuaged until but a single remaining survivor arises as a true Phoenix, and mounting the throne of God, rules over this world, the next, and all the realms that lie in-between.”

Few paid heed, for such was the tumultuous joy felt by the salvation given to the world by the Phoenixborn.

The Collection of Ashes

When the Great Cleansing ended, the participating Phoenixborn returned to their respective homes in triumph. They were celebrated, made lords and ladies, kings and queens, and in some instances, even worshipped. But it did not take long for things to sour. The heroes of Humankind began to grow troubled as the power within them began to strain. Their dreams turned dark, and deep within them grew a gnawing hunger for violence. Though they had been compatriots, saw each other as siblings, and indeed, many had become the closest of friends, there bubbled within them a desire to slay one another. The supernatural power that had fractured itself and gifted its supremacy to Humans, now sought to be reunited. Many resisted these new urges, but such nobility was not shared by all the Phoenixborn.

Some were driven mad, while others were only too keen to seize what power they could. Others still had kept their powers secret during the Great Cleansing, and felt no kinship to the others they now desired to kill. And so terrific duels began to break out across the planet, as Phoenixborn sought one another out, battled, and reduced their competitors to ashen husks. Thus began the Collection of Ashes.

_{The scorned Phoenixborn Noah Redmoon, sacks his home city of Viros after being refused the lordship he thought owed him following the Great Cleansing.}

The Penitence of Jericho Kill

Slowly at first, but then with increasing regularity, the Phoenixborn began falling to one another. With no hope of any contender allying themselves with a peer, the more clever and unscrupulous of their kind grew more and more victorious, and with each triumph came increased power. Within a few years, one Phoenixborn proved more successful than any other: the mercenary warlord, Jericho Kill. She had once grown wealthy fulfilling contracts for the Vermillion Council, though it was not until later that the divine reason for her success was revealed. Unlike the other Phoenixborn who took part in the Great Cleansing, Jericho Kill only did so for coin. Her pitiless heart cared not who lived or died, so long as she and her warband slept in the finest beds, ate the finest foods, and felt no want unsatisfied. She saved those people who could meet her fee, and on those occasions when desperate communities lied to her or were unable to pay their bill, she laid waste to them with no hint of remorse.

The final battle took place on Godstar in the shattered ruins of Sunhold. There the few surviving Phoenixborn converged, drawn by madness and an unerring sense of where their siblings could be found. When it was done, only Jericho Kill remained, though she did not remain for long. People from across the sea saw a blazing light form upon Godstar, and it slowly expanded until a white-hot column of fire shot upward into the heavens. It lingered mere seconds before vanishing.

The god Jericho had become looked out upon the cosmos with glee. They ascended the Infinite Stair, their divinity negating the impossibility of that feat. Upon reaching the landing they slew the blasphemous guardian and unmade the curses laid by the Dragons. They shouted down the holy locks that had hindered them for aeons, and at long last opened the Gates of Heaven. But this new god the Phoenix had become was also Jericho, and Jericho was no longer the murderous wretch, no longer the tormented child born into a world of violence, no longer the wounded animal whose scars and sins had driven it mad. As they mounted the Throne of God, the part that was Jericho looked out upon a river of dead time and saw there the unholy stain they had left upon Argaia. They saw it not as Jericho Kill, but as every Jericho that could have been, and a great anguish rolled from the throne, spreading outward through the universe. And Jericho turned their vision into the past, seeing horrors through new eyes and gave a scream that cracked the throne in two. Then Jericho looked to the fore and saw the fate of Humanity, a future in which no Phoenixborn remained as protectors.

The Phoenix in the new god sensed what was to come, but it could not hope to contend with the majesty of Jericho's emotion. And so it could only watch in dismay as its first divine act was to renounce the throne. Stretching their divine will through all facets of existence, Jericho unmade her ascension, unmade foully-won victories on the battlefield, unmade every act of dishonor and cruelty and animalistic greed, until lo! She was reborn upon Argaia, not as Jericho Kill, but with the name given her by her dying mother. She was Jericho Whitepetal once more and her changes to the timeline were so complete, none could tell she had made them. The lives of terrible war they had experienced prior were now but figments of a possible tomorrow, though it is said that the Pythia, the famous oracle, awoke screaming at that hour and her attendants were unable to calm her that night.

_{Phoenixborn Aradel Summergaard spends a quiet moment before fleeing her childhood home.}

Still to Come

The Heresy of Rowan Umberend

The Second Red Rains

Revenge of the Old Gods