The Fated Twins

There once were six Gods, twins to each other and born of the same bloodless heart.

It was long ago, so long that no civilization or people at all existed yet: and so the Gods roamed the lands with nary a name or a form to call their own, their existence defined solely but the love they shared.

Eons passed while the Gods grew and explored: they played in rivers and oceans, dug so deep that down became up, fleeing from each other and meeting again, never stopping in any one place for too long.

So it was, until a place caught their eye at last: it was a "people", as they understood, a subsection of the most successful animal in the Material Plane. These seemed to call themselves "Obsydian men".

They were refugees and undesirables, driven off from every corner of Naal all the way to the very tip of its peninsula Naluund, a land known for its harsh and unwelcoming climate.

A bubbling inferno, ripe with volcanic activity sprawled east and west an unforgiving desert lay: all across the horizon, only the merciless scale of the Great Ocean loomed.

Their harvests were meager due to the volcanic rock that permeated the soil, and their livestock and children often fell prey to the exponents of dragonkin who nested upon the ruined rubble.

Not a people the Twins would concern themselves with, ready do die within a couple of generations.

And yet, they didn't.

Year after year, life after life, the Twins found themselves fascinated by the resilience and determination of men and women who had nothing else to lose. They watched them build, die screaming, then rebuild, hunt, cry, die, love, kill, conquer, lose, win, year after year, life after life, decade after decade... 

Without even noticing, living through them for just a handful of generations, the Twins had grown.

One decided she would try and make contact. Her siblings vehemently disagreed, each with their own reasoning and words. It had not occurred to them that they were speaking to each other for the very first time. 

Proving her newfound strength, she decided to take matters into her own hands and drag all of her siblings right up to the people they had been loving. The feisty welcome that proud people reserved them only served to deepen their affection. From then on, the people of Obsydia became one with their newborn, silly gods: and as they served and lived among them, the Twins settled into the identities their people granted them. Common to them all, however, was the love and admiration they shared for this ragtag group of stragglers.

The rowdiest one was known as Eyra of the Black Flame, so incredibly proud of the might and courage men and women of Obsydia would show when fighting for their own: her fire would keep them warm, and her tactics and relentless training made sure every denizen was as fit in body and mind as it was possible.

Her sister, Eyra of the Everspring, preferred more quaint activities, living around scholars and humble farmers: thanks to her everlasting springs of both knowledge and freshwater, the newfound land of Obsydia became rich both in culture and crops.

Simeon of the Dream and Samaul of the Slumber were most interested in the relentless humanity of the people of Obsydia: alongside their sages, warriors and everymen they laid the foundations of Oniric Magic, guiding them into properly communing with the Oniric Plane.