Order of St. Iestyn/Age of Doubt

An account of the Second Age, written down by His Eminence, Drystan Bellator of the Order of St. Iestyn, and stored in the Grand Library of Askileon. This occurs after the Age of Creation

The exodus of the Gods and the end of the First War brought a time of peace to the world. For the first time, mankind was left to fend for itself, without the guidance of the Gods, and for a time all was well.

The world was at peace for the first time in an age, and the scars of chaos slowly began to heal. Populations, wearied and depleted by an age of war began to recover, and mankind spread across the world. Many tribes formed in the migration, and they found many beautiful places, and settled the rich land given to them. But as time passed, the memories of chaos faded…

Memories became legends, and legends became myths. Myths eventually lost their meaning, finally becoming nothing more than stories to be told over a successful hunt, to be celebrated as a mighty tale, yet discarded as mere fantasy. In time, man forgot the kind teachings of Zisa, and forgot the lessons of the First Age. They forgot how Tyr fought to protect them when they could not protect themselves, and forgot that Chaos had ever been among them.

But yet, Chaos was among them. All this time, it slumbered in their midst, preying on the weak, and the greedy, and the cowardly. With every lesson that was forgotten, the voice of the Deceiver grew stronger. As the voices grew within, darker emotions took hold in the hearts of men. Greed, jealousy and hatred consumed many, and those corrupted became a blight upon the world. They deceived their brothers and their sisters, and turned them on one another. Many wars were fought to satiate the greed, the hatred and the envy of the corrupted. Many harvests were lost, and many died to famine, war or hateful murder, and few dared to stop the madness.

And Zisa saw Her world, and wept for Her people.

Bereft of their guiding light, man was weakened and divided. Many were too blind to see the taint of chaos growing powerful in their midst, and those who saw dared not stand alone against the darkness. And the madness continued, as more and more fell to chaos. May more were lost as mankind slowly but surely tore itself apart. And still they were too blind to see, or too cowardly to act.

But Tyr saw the tears of His companion, and took pity on mankind. And He ruled that though the gods could not intervene in the workings of the world, they could manifest themselves in the spirits of those who serve them.

All were too blind to see…

All except Five…