You may even be one of the Faithful yourself, but it is none of my business. Do you know of the Faithful? They are the six races beloved of the Godlings themselves! They are the brethren and sisters to the Godlings.

First, there are the aviens, the beloved of Cassandria. They are, what some would call "the Bird people", but they were around before the birds, so I consider all of that talk to be nonsense. I've heard tell in other mythologies of such things called "angels" which appear to be much akin to the avien Race. At any rate, Aviens have long typically feathered wings as well as arms and legs as you and I. They are unparalleled in their beauty and grace, much like the Goddess they worship.

Next, there are the ssith, called by some "the cousins to the snake", well noticeable by their extremely thin and lanky stature and scaled skins (some would call them hides). They are fierce warriors, all of them. Devout in their belief that the honor of Death in Battle holds no greater place in the eyes if the Mistress of the Dead. The Ssith are uncommonly smooth in their movements, much like a great serpent on the hunt. Many are unnerved simply by seeing them move, but most are horrified if given the opportunity to see them eat!

The brethren of luthic are the fenrir. They all seem to have very canine qualities, including the propensity to travel in packs. They share a rare bond with their cousins, the wolves in that their social structure is much the same, therefore, they respect their cousins that much more. The Fenrir tend to be massively structured muscularly, and are swift enough in most cases not to need, nor want a mount. They also bear powerful jaws capable of rendering a foe limb from limb.

The Fenrir (as well as Luthic) see might as being the way of truth. For this reason they do not often use relics, nor do they congregate in cities. True strength to them lies in living off of, and with the lands around them.

The Lord Of Chaos, Marek, calls the exocrinds his own. At times the Exocrinds seem the most prolific, because of their vast numbers. They tend to live in huge colonies like their insect cousins. One would figure that there must be some order to all of the chaos of their colonies, but if there is, it is beyond me.

Exocrinds seem to have the most variety in body types. All seem to share the fact that they have thick,rigid chitinous hides, and wings. Some of them are capable of flight with those wings of theirs, but not most. I guess that's what one gets for worshipping a God of Chaos.

Mermadons are another story entirely. These elusive sea-folk seem to want to keep to themselves most of the time. In the past they seemed to only be legends and sailor's tales. They have more recently been a little more visible, sometimes capturing fishing boats that were taking too many of their kin (fish). I've heard tell that no creature in all of the Lands is capable of more speed in the water. How they achieve this speed is another fact that is beyond me, considering most of them seem to be built just like you and me.

Because of their seclusive nature, no one has ever really seen a mermadon town. A few mages have tried to follow a Mermadon to its' home, only to be eaten by some manner of sea beast, so the assumption is that they must have some form of protection for the towns that they do have.

The Outcasts of Autarkis are aptly named. They seem to be those who were somehow mutated or born with abnormalities. They are the products of love between two races, which has been forbidden to all but the Fathr himself. Sure, I guess that some were the product of rape, but you will have that in any society, I'm told. These poor "freaks" congregate wherever the other races allow them to, each trying to make some sense of the reasoning of the Godlingsas to why they are allowed to exist. Perhaps that is why Autarkis has shown them such love and consideration on the few times that he has shown anything. Like starving children they eagerly lapped up the attention of the Godling, and after they have taken their fill, they beg for more of Autarkis.

Do you know which one of these you are my child? Bah! It makes no difference to me which you are child. Ah! Have I offended you by calling you a child? I offer my most sincere of apologies. Please stay and listen to the rest of what this old man has to say. Would you like some soup t war those chilled bones, or whatever is underneath that heavy cloak of yours. You have no need to fear anyone in my home child. Please...sit.

Chapter 1:The Tale of The Beginning
Chapter 2:The Godlings
Chapter 4:The First War