After a melenia of strife and chaos the gods finally settled down enough to elect a leader one to unite them and to maintain peace. Here in Illyuss no mortal has ever stepped foot, untouched by the taint of mortality it has stood empty for centuries ready to hold its glorious creators once more. The gods all make way to the central table in the main hall. A massive piece which could sit hundreds, A massive throne at its far end, the sun laying its golden rays upon its back. The seat is reserved for the future king. Its been literal ages since anyone has last set foot into the kingdom of Illyuss.
Each god will raise a hand in who they think should be king. The winner is crowned king, and selects his advisers.
Death(ferryman) - (s)He who ushers the mortal souls to the afterlife. This god is especially at cleaving souls from the mortals. This diety can give up too three mythical items to any one hero.
Underworld Lord - This god maintains the afterlife for the mortals as well as their own kingdoms. They can resurrect a fallen hero to use as their own. Giving them five extra heroes if direct (this is five heroes in play) or five heroes (if indirect)
War - The god of war, can give only one of their heroes the ability to use magic at a normal mages level, or can grant a single mage nigh godly powers.
Peace - The god of peace, they have the ability to pacify large quantity of mortals at any given time.
Onhiel
He happened to be the first one into the hall, the first into Illyuss. He knew they were coming, and knew they were bound to show up soon. He took his place, two seats away from the throne on the left side. Leaving the seats before him to the future advisers. The Hall smelled of something one couldn't find in the mortal world. Every aspect of Illyuss would have impressed a mortal. The table was cut from a single tree yet it was large enough to sit over a hundred people. The chairs were also of divine creation. Yet regardless Onhiel hated this place, it burned him to the core. It took every ounce of his being to stop from causing a great calamity to befall the wretched castle. He took in a deep breath and calmed. Leaning back in the chair all he had to do was wait. The foot steps of another god possibly gods. Regaining his composure he, he sat up. As the first entered he gave a quick greeting. "Hello, ready for today's activities?" His voice was deep, and strong. After they had assembled Onhiel quickly got the meeting on track "Lets start the voting for the King to end this bloodshed once and for all. I vote for Prothos, the first."
Ebir
The First of the great tribes, Fer was gathered around a river. Nearly forty thousand people gathered here. They all carried on their daily lives, the men hunting while the women stayed back and carried out daily chores such as tanning, gathering, and tending the wild crops which were staged around the country side. Taking only what the Tribe needed, and allowing the rest to be stored in one of the many hidden food silos. Things were peaceful, the circular tents dotting the open fields, taking up much of the rollings hills near the river. Up to five families lived in each tent. Mid afternoon the War Chief returned from the field. The women and children even the elderly gathered around. Behind their horses they drug, walked captured people of the wildlands. Over a hundred captured and an entire village had been destroyed. Many of the people were crying, there were some children though not many. It wasn't like the Ebir to take child prisoners, they usually were killed to stop them from having to deal with life alone. War Chief Aed dismounted his horse, some of the younger ones scrambled to open the cages, where they tossed in the slaves. They would be later used for sport and be sacrificed to their God king, and All father Onhiel.
