Ninth Domain Overview
A thousand years ago, mortal races enjoyed a Golden Age. The gods walked among us, teaching their wisdoms and protecting us from the horrors of Narakhuul, the infernal realm of Daemons. Using Gates wrought of arcane magic, we crossed unimaginable distances to settle hundreds of worlds. Guided by the Gods of the Eight Domains, we spread throughout the cosmos. We built our works on lush and verdant worlds; on worlds of endless parched dust; on icy wastelands where the wind blew like a honed knife; on worlds of perpetual day and worlds of perpetual night; on worlds where the ground trembled and spat fire at wan and sullen stars.
To all things there comes an end. The gods who had lifted us from animal ignorance nursed eldritch grievances. Palas, God of Life, told his worshippers, "It is not my will that you suffer the sting of mortality. The goddess Caini murdered Atamar Firstfather, my own sire. Thus she created death. Forever should you strive to topple the works of the Godslayer and her followers. If death is what they crave, visit it upon them."
