Wotan the Great was the first off all of us. The Star-Walker, Dragon-Killer, Sea-Drinker, The One-Eyed are all names for him. He has done these things to earn his names. He was created from Nothing, He merely is. He walked the stars to find his own home. He came to a world, the likes of which he had never seen. The sky was blue, the oceans deep, the mountains high and the grass green. Wotan stepped down onto this world and pronounced it good.
What Wotan did not know, was this world was already inhabited. A great evil lived here, a star walker like Wotan. But as Wotan was Light and Love, this Creature was Darkness and Hate. The creatures name was Marin. She was a evil creature, with four arms and a necklace from the skulls she had collected across the Star-Walk In her right eye was ice, in her left eye fire. The duality of her spirit alone was enough to make her insane. But a thirst for blood that equaled the stars, and a taste for pain that equaled the universe made her even worse. See, Marin loved Pain. She loved the feel of it, the pulsing in a wound, the release of her own blood.
Wotan had no quarrel with this creature, for he knew not her evil. She was a shape shifter, and could make her shape pleasing to Wotan's eye, and she did on numerous occasions. He thought her charming, passionate, and his equal in many things. Wotan sent for his sons and daughters, they had been on other worlds that he had visited, waiting on the time their father found them a new home. When the sons of Wotan, Grym, Haslin the Keeper of Knowledge, Bjorn the God of the Hunt and Forests, Myself, and Balki the God of Honor and Faith arrived, we were greeted by our sisters for the first time. There was Alisha the Golden Haired, Goddess of the Harvest, Rissa the Goddess of the Sea Creatures, Anja the Goddess of Mothers and Virgins, Elise the Goddess of Love and Fertility, and Jakyly, Goddess of Womens Wrath and Women Warriors.
Marin was not happy with these developments. She had no problem keeping Wotan to herself in this world, but she did not want to share power or be a mother to us young Gods. She wanted no part of it. So in secret, as Wotan slept, she drew a mouthful of his blood and used her dark magics to craft her own children. She made the trolls, the Ogri tribes that attack men and steal there blood and bones while they still scream, and she made Dark Gods. Grym is known as the Dark Eyed, and a Fell Hand, but he is fair, and he knows honor. Marin made evil, twisted things. Boari the Blood Thirsty and Flesh Tearing was her first son. She made Arathrak, the Torture Queen, the Pain Lover. Her thirst for her own pain is greater than Marin's, but she loves Wotan as her father with all her sick heart, so the other Dark Gods fate was not hers. Then there were the Twins, Alpi and Dalpi, Alpi was a God who believed in Sick Power, rape, bondage, blood letting as a sexual incentive. Dalpi on the other hand, she is Decadence and Hedonism, every indulgence she uses for her pleasure. The two rarely use the same methods though.
The last two children were the strangest. One, Wotan's Blood, Dark Magic and the metal minerals in the cave Marin did her magic, made Andro, the Great Smith God. He is a creator not a destroyer, and Marin threw him to the side, to discard him, and his leg was maimed in the process. He makes all the Gods metal, and things of other materials, that you would never believe. All good races of Kyn result from Andro's tinkering, even men. The other child was a result of this, see The Torture Queen was screaming, because Boari had bit her, and was tearing off strips of her flesh on her ribs and she was screaming in unbridled desire but also great pain. These screams woke Wotan, and he ran to see what this thing was. As he strode across the world, he seen the light from Marin's spells coming from a crack in the roof of the cave. Taking a large rock, he smashed it into the roof of the cave. By doing this, he mixed the light from his own shining radiance with her dark magics. The child born from this was Mor-Thain, the Bringer of Light. He was his father and mother combined. One half of his hair is dark black, the other half is shining gold, one eye is pitch black, one if bright blue, like the summer sky. He sits in the sky at night as the moon and in the sky during the day as the sun. These three children of Marin, The Torture Queen, Mor-Thain and Andro are the only ones that were not resigned to warring with their mother against us and Wotan. Wotan chased Marin and her remaining children from the cave and called for his children to arms.
But Marin had foreseen something like this happening. She had already hid the weapons we had brought from our homes to this new world, and Wotan had left his own weapons on his last world, because he wanted to create his new life in peace. As the implications of fighting these monsters without weapons began to set in, Andro spoke to us, and offered to make the weapons if we brought him metals. The Gods searched far and wide, and we brought the metals we wanted our weapons to be made of. Grym had his axe made from Dark steel, My hammer was made of Star steel. Many other Gods had many different things. Wotan used Starlight and the crushing of the Ocean's chasm's for his spear. Mor-Thain used Sunbeams and Moonlight. Andro forged great weapons for the Gods from what we brought him. Then the Gods went to war against the Dark Bitch and her children.
We fought for many years, and did many things to win the war it seemed we would never win. We finally opened a rift between this world and the next, Balki and Jakyly sacrificing parts of themselves, Balki his hand and Jakyly her left leg to open this rift. The Dark Bitch and her Children were drawn into this rift, and have tried to escape ever since....."
As Kor ended his story, Logain looked at him. He studied this God who said he was his father, and who told him to story of what was supposedly his family. Wiping his hands on his leggings, even though they weren't sweaty, he looked to his father.
"So what do we do now? Can I go back to being human?"
Kort sighed, "Son I don't..."
"I think the boy should meet the family before he makes any choice." A new deep voice rumbled. Kor and Logain both jumped up, Kor at a rigid stance of attention and Logain with his hands in fists ready to fight. There was a huge man standing there, surrounded by light. Logain had always thought himself large, and this was true. But the man standing in front of him had left huge and gigantic behind several years ago. He had white hair, and a white beard so long it was tucked into his belt. He wore fine armor of gold, and Logain could see the empty socket where a eye had once sat. The man carried a spear with a haft easily 25 feet long, with a spear blade at least 5 feet long. The man's hands alone were the size of Logains head.
"Well boy, are you going to say high to your Grandfather or not? For that is what I am. Speak boy, or did your father's blood make a simpleton?"
Logain's anger boiled over, as temper was something he had never had a great handle on controlling.
