Alright, and now, as promised, some fleshing out of the setting.
Uncountable ages ago, the world was born from the coupling of the first gods, Zareth, the embodiment of light and order, and his sister Zarul, who represented the darkness of chaos (these two gods are far too abstract and possibly fictional to answer the call of any worshippers, by the way). Their union was only passing, but in their wake was left not just the world but also the gods known today, the Firstborn. Being largely primal forces at their inception, the gods busied themselves with further creation on their newly created playground. The Firstborn are as follows:
- Soremn - though her existence was nebulous at first, over time she came to embody goodness, and often drew her strength from her father, Zareth. (LG)
- Nasaad - much like his sister, only he eventually embraced the concept of evil, and took to their mother. (CE)
- Gharad - his (her?) existence is disputed, for Gharad as a single entity is not worshipped. He (or she) became the embodiment of the raw forces of the four elements, and became many different gods all at once. (N, his many aspects range all alignments, however)
Eventually they created the Second-born, lesser gods who were responsible for bringing life to the world. Some are worshipped as gods today, while others live on as powerful spirits that still dwell in the land.
When the Firstborn saw the creations of their children they were both impressed and a bit jealous. In response, they tried their own hands at such minor creations, but the results were far different. Their creations were far more powerful than mortal beings, and at the same time didn't
belong. After these creatures waged wars on one another and upon mortals, they were wisked away to newly crafted homes (some say prisons) where they could not harm one another again. (These would be the outer planar creatures, by the way; celestials, devils, demons, elementals and such). Some of these newer creations weren't content with their fate, however, and to this day seek to return to their old home.
Brodhurst is a city-state that rose to power quite some time ago. It was originally a monastic order (scholarly, religious monks, not kung-fu monks) dedicated to reflecting on the glory and mysteries of Soremn. It is said the order was founded on the site of a great battle between an avatar of Soremn and one of the
others. The avatar stood victorious, but never again moved since. Legend has it that deep within the catacombs of Brodhurst this avatar remains to this day, ageless and unyielding, waiting for the day it is needed to do battle once again.