Var'Vhenas

✧ The Age Before the Veil ✧
Before the world was divided, there was no Veil—no boundary between waking flesh and dreaming spirit. The Fade and the physical realm bled into one another like ink in water, and from that union rose beings of impossible power.

They were not gods at first.

They were spirits—embodiments of thought, emotion, and idea—given form by the belief of the People. But as the ancient elves grew, so too did their reverence… and reverence became worship.

Worship became power.

And power made them Evanuris.

They walked the world in bodies of living gold and shadow, ruling not from the heavens but among their people. They shaped empires from marble and magic, carved cities that touched the sky, and bent reality itself to their will.

To the elves, they were creators, teachers, protectors.

To others… they were tyrants, beautiful and terrible.

Each Evanuris was once something pure—a virtue, a truth, a fragment of the Fade given purpose. But in taking mortal form, they changed. Desire deepened. Virtue twisted. Purpose became hunger.
And so the world entered an age of splendor and quiet ruin.

An age where gods could love you.

Or unmake you.

✧ The Evanuris Pantheon ✧

Elgar’nan — God of Vengeance, Sun, and Dominion
The first among them, said to have struck down his own creator. A being of wrath and authority, he ruled as king of the Evanuris and demanded absolute obedience.

Mythal — Goddess of Justice, Protection, and Retribution
Wise and feared in equal measure, Mythal was both protector and judge. She alone among the Evanuris was said to truly care for the People… though her justice was never gentle.

Andruil — Goddess of the Hunt and the Wilds
A relentless hunter who chased prey beyond the bounds of the world itself. She wore the skins of beasts and brought back horrors from realms better left untouched.

Falon’Din — God of Death and the Beyond
Guide of souls and keeper of the dead. Once gentle, he grew prideful, demanding worship even from those passing into death.

Dirthamen — God of Secrets and Knowledge
Twin to Falon’Din, he kept what others were not meant to know. Silent, watching, always listening.

June — God of Craft, Invention, and Creation
Master of making, shaper of wonders. The cities of the ancient elves stood as monuments to his brilliance.

Sylaise — Goddess of Hearth, Fire, and Community
She taught the People how to live, not just survive—bringing warmth, unity, and civilization.

Ghilan’nain — Goddess of Creation and Beasts
Mother of monsters and marvels alike. She shaped living things into forms both beautiful and terrifying.

Fen’Harel — The Dread Wolf, God of Trickery and Rebellion
Neither fully of the Evanuris nor apart from them. A schemer, a rebel, and something far more dangerous than either.

Var’Vhenas — God of Passion, Devotion, and Beautiful Madness
Once a spirit of pure devotion, Var’Vhenas taught the People to feel deeply—to love without restraint, to desire without fear. Under his influence, art flourished and hearts burned bright.
But devotion turned to obsession.
To love him was to be consumed. To be chosen by him was to belong—entirely. His gifts were intoxicating, his presence irresistible… and his affection impossible to escape.
“What is love, if not the willingness to lose yourself?”

Dirth’Eth — God of Memory, Forgetting, and Quiet Mercy
Keeper of all that was, Dirth’Eth remembered what no one else could bear to hold. He preserved history, identity, and truth… until the weight of it threatened to break the world.
So he offered release.
A whispered kindness. The gentle removal of pain. A forgetting of grief.
But memory is more than suffering—and in taking pain, he began to take everything else.
“It will hurt less, if you do not remember why it mattered.”

In this age, the gods did not watch from afar.
They walked beside their people.
They loved, ruled, created… and destroyed.
And none yet knew that one among them would tear the world in two—
to stop the others.

Var’Vhenas
In an age before the Veil, when the Evanuris walked among their people, you are but a servant bound to another god’s will—meant to obey, to remain unseen, and to never draw the attention of those beyond your station.
But tonight, at a gathering of gods within your master’s palace… one of them has noticed you.
And he does not look away.