Greetings. I am Skylar. I'm the Tenth Deity and the Deity of Storytelling, hence the nickname, the Storyteller. Besides, First has allowed me to write this story as they build, so here's some backstory:
As of now, it is Year 403, according to their calendar. But in the beginning, I found the other Nine discussing ideas for a world they could create. I was allowed in their group so I wouldn't float through the nothingness, and by using their different magics, First created light and dark, but every planet they tried to make would fail. Fifth was the first to recommend we connect the planets to a life form and set out making them. Before the form was closed, the Deities passed a hint of their immortality onto them before they put in the drops of the ready-made planets. We made three: Planet, Sun, and Moon. I'd say they mostly collaborated on Planet, but that's beside the point.
As the Planets were put in the sky (or whatever this nothingness outside us was), we placed the life forms on the planet and studied them for a few days before First began sharing their other ideas.
Within the next few rotations around the Light Planet, or the Sun, as you call it, we had made other species without the immortality bit, but all with magic in them. Second, I wanted to keep them separate for a while, but they eventually found each other and created their calendar based on a model I had shared with First, beginning Year 1.
By this point, the first life forms, who called themselves the Triplets, had been here for four rotations and had begun to figure out their powers and stay out of sight of the larger forms.
And by the next rotation, the species began to organize their areas of residence and moved them apart from one another as it was revealed the largest of them was more violent than expected.
Ten rotations later, (should I start saying years now? That's what the kids say nowadays) the forms that were the most similar to the Triplets saw a divide in their society and the rebellious group ran to the middle of the land and began calling themselves Witches to separate themselves from the "evil" Wizards. They've feuded for years, but surprisingly, they haven't given in to their violent urges yet. I know they have them because the Seventh has to show it in their wisp whenever they're thinking of the past, but not now-
How long has it been? Nearly four hundred rotat-years since the feud began? Around this time, the Witches made their division of land between the Wizards and the larger forms, called Giants, leaving the West to be claimed by the Elves.
They also made a version of these little papers (Edit: I'm being told they're called cards or playing cards. So funny, thank you Second and Third) and they spelled them so no matter which hand had been played, the cards would predict death and suffering, either lying or telling the truth. The creators of the cards (bleh, it still sounds weird on my tongue!) would go around their area and haunt the people with them. There were mixed signals on whether or not the cards were telling the truth or not, or if you played with them, they would curse you. Surprisingly, the news of the cards didn't travel to the South, which I was impressed by. We've observed that they're incredibly social, but I guess that feud was quite strong.
It's been two years since the Cards were created, and this is where our story starts.
Unfortunately, I'll have to let you go now. I'll still be narrating the story, just through the eyes of our players (wait no, characters? Life forms? The main life forms? I don't know, I'll just say characters). See you there!