Long ago, the world of Reias lived in darkness. The false gods and demons ruled over creatures of all kind - corrupting, enslaving, tormenting. Bringing misery to many who lived under their rule. But then, a ray of hope arrived. The Divine Lords heard our prayers, and with their arrival, the false gods and demons shuddered. With fire, blood, ice, shadow and flesh, the Divine Lords fought the demons for years, until their eventual victory. The demons and ghouls were cast out by our mighty Divine Lords and made to pay for their heinous crimes. In exchange, the Divine Lords asked nothing in return, but to take them into our hearts and pray. We rose grand temples in their name to symbolize our pact. And thus the five Divine Lords became our guardians, protecting us from the evils that lie beyond.
And so, Raana granted us life, Zarhen provided us warmth, Silent One brought meaning, Regh bestowed change and Azari gave us thought. Life flourished - grand cities were built and civilizations rose from the dust. But then dark times came, where our beloved Raana disappeared. Despite the sacrifices, her voice went silent and her blood-red heart went black, and we heard nor felt her no more. Our lands, now unprotected, fell victim to horrid attacks from demons and foul ghouls. We took up arms, and charged at them. For days we fought and fought, our resolve strong, but after one man fell after another, we fled. Alas, we were defeated, but our spirits were high and we promised to remember Raana. As a symbol, we shall continue our ancient and sacred traditions. But with Raana silent, the other four Divine Lords are unable to protect our lands, thus we must go east. Perhaps we shall find new meaning there, perhaps not.