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The Order of the Divine Light are followers of Aoalani. The Deity of The Sun. The Divine Light. The Spark of Creation. These clerics, paladins, priests, and monks believe in the power of the radiant sun.
Without centuries of history and establishment in place, the inhabitants of this new world focused on rebuilding their part of the land. Over time people began traveling to other parts of the world for trade and travel. The roads that began to form were not a part of any one nation, so no one nation rose to protect or govern them. In this, an organization arose to fill the power vacuum. Highwaymen that ruled the open roads.
The world of Kul De’Has is built upon the ruins of the previous age. A lot was lost. Or so it was believed. As the legends of the World That Was spread throughout the lands, many went searching through the ruins in hopes of finding the treasures of the age. The Echo did a thorough job of wiping out traces of the past. Any useful bit of anything was scavenged long ago.
Legend has it that that a group of gnomes would not accept this as the answer. Their leader, Heinvart Colmguild, a noted cartographer and treasure hunter of his day, scoured the world searching for clues of the past. His hunt brought him all over the world. Searching ruins and libraries. Chasing dead end after dead end. For over a century his hunt continued. Throughout this, the group of followers changed, but Heinvart remained. Ever vigil. Slowly, discouragement ravaged the group. The party became smaller and smaller, until only Heinvart remained. People thought he was crazy to continue his hunt. But he payed them no mind. Until one day…. he vanished. Many say he died. But some believe he finally found what he was looking for. Every once in a while, someone will find one of Heinvart’s maps, or a clue he unintentionally left behind, and they will have themselves a treasure hunt. Nothing is ever found though and has now been chocked up as a fool’s errand.
……..or was it?
When the fires of pleasure burned through The Created, it was fueled from their core. Leaving behind a blackened empty hole straight through the center of their being. Consuming with a ravenous hunger to fill this void became their purpose. The hunger spread to others. As it spread its power over The Created grew. The Creators of origin looked on in disbelief as the unthinkable happened. The hunger became aware. The Hunger became know as The Malevolent Chorus.
Morality is not a construct of the divine. Good, evil. These concepts came into being when aspects of existence began being viewed through the eyes of The Created. Their knowledge of what came before them was limited so they sought to understand the vastness of creation and their place in it. It was a fascinating development. One that The Beings of Origin took great pleasure in observing.
Pleasure is an interesting beast. It can bathe its benefactor in its radiant joy. All other thought burns away and allows its host to bask in euphoria. All fires that burn, however, leave change in their wake. In some, the burning fires of pleasure left behind a clarifying sense of purpose. Bringing with it a desire to fill others with the same feelings that set them on their journey through existence. Others took a much different path.
When the fires of pleasure burned through them, it was fueled from their core. Leaving behind a blackened empty hole straight through the center of their being. Instead of a euphoric cleansing, they experienced a brief flight of exhilaration that was quickly replaced by a gnawing emptiness. They became unable to look outward to others. They could only look inward, to the void inside themselves. This void became their purpose. Constantly seeking to chase those feeling of Euphoria to fill the emptiness inside them. An all-consuming endeavor, but futile in its pursuits. It was this hunger from within that became their driving force. The hunger spread to others. As it spread its power over the created grew. The Creators of origin looked on in disbelief as the unthinkable happened. The hunger became aware.
During the Origin of Dissention, conflict arose between the gods of the world. Sides were chosen and lines were drawn between the creators and shapers of the world. It was when these lines were drawn that The Giving Pantheon came to be. There are those who rose to prominence, and others who fell in step behind them. These are their stories.
Guiding Lights and Corrupting Forces
The concept of deities and the search for spiritual guidance has been apart of our sociological fabrics since the dawn or time. In the lands of Kul De’Has it is no different. Powerful beings beyond humanity’s scope of understanding have utilized their energies to sculpt and guide the worlds around us. Mostly with a passive hand, but this is not always the case.
Kul De’Has is a world built upon the ruins of our modern society. This post-post-apocalyptic world has gone from the age of magic and fantasy, into the era of man and modern civilization, past it’s fall and desolation and back again to its origins. Standing upon the corpse of our wasted, modern world.
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Kul De’Has is a world built upon the ruins of our modern society. This is post-post apocalyptic world that has gone from the age of magic and fantasy, into the era of man and modern civilization, past its fall and desolation and back again to its origins. Standing upon the corpse of our modern world.

At this moment, Isaiah is most likely elbow deep in some nerdy, fantasy project. Blissfully unaware of anything else that is going on around him.
Nerd lore is his happy place.
There are those that exhibit the mark of divinity that reside outside the traditionally defined roles of good and evil. Their purpose may be broader. Outside the scope of mortal understanding. Or perhaps they simply find the concepts of good and evil to be petty and tiresome. Regardless of motivation, they still hold a seat at the table of the divine.