The Beginning In all the Mortal Realms, stories of the Seraphon persist. Celestial Daemons that come from the stars and wreak vengeance on the black-hearted and corrupt! They are angelic beings, creatures of pure Order. It is only fitting they be placed atop a pillar of worship. Yet the Asoteks discovered the Seraphon long before the found their way to the Mortal Realms. The World that Was may have been obliterated, and the Great Plan destroyed with it. But the plaques that spoke of it all were only fragmented, scattered throughout the Time and Space. Golden meteorites glittered across the skies of the Realms as they were born. They littered the worlds, the vast knowledge of the World that Was, the Great Plan, the Slann, and the Seraphon lay amid ruins, wreckage, dirt, and ash. Yet in the years that passed, tribes of men found the shards. These stones were magical, infused with knowledge and radiating the stuff of creation itself. Many coveted them for ill deeds. Others sought them to lead their people into an age of innovation. All that was had was War amid the turmoil that was the Mortal Realms during the Time of Chaos. It raged for hundreds of years, until one tribe stood tall, and mighty, crushing a dozen others to claim their shards. A Plaque was made whole again. That tribe was the Asotekas, a savage people who read the skies and sacrificed their enemies to the twin tailed constellation of Dracothian. The Great beast took little heed of them. Yet with the newfound wisdom, language, and history laid before them, the Asotekas grew exponentially. Magic, Astronamy, alchemy in it's bases form. Great warriors arose, cities flourished and they traveled to other realms to spread the word of the Old Ones and their Messengers. For a time it was prosperity and growth, the height of their power as they searched for further Plaque Shards.