Orus and Lilth

The story I'm about to tell you has crossed dozens of generations, and it's the favourite subject of poets and balads all across Petra. The story of Orus and Lilth is a huge enigma for everyone. No one is certain of how long it has been since this two forces existed, if they were created or if they have always been. Orus was a positive force, the representation of light, peace, joy, and gratitude. Lilth was the very oposite. Lilth was responsible for pain, wars, plague, violence and lust. These two forces were in an intense battle for thousands of years, but their strength was equivalent. It came to a point that they realised the battle they were having would never end, for their forces couldn't overcome each other.

They decided to create an universe, a place where they wouldn't interfere directly but they would be represented by 4 knights each. 4 gods with limited powers with the duty of guiding 3 races over the years. By the end of three thousand years, the force that was stronger among the races heart would overcome its enemy. If by the end of these years, Orus would be the one who had most support from the population, then Lilth would be destroyed. But if Lilth was the strongest, Darkness would prevail bringing Light to an end.

Orus crafted its horsemen from the very kindness of its existence. Dalmohr was the god of justice, balance and truth. Pothedos was the god that would represent the fraternity. Liminys was the goddess of light, wisdom and arts. The last one, Thanmir was the god of forgiveness. These 4 were called the 4 Horsemen of Light.

Lilth researched within his own darkness for the worse energies to create its gods. Loktus was the first, and would bring chaos and desperation wherever it would go. Pantheon was the god of war and fire. Uhnir was the one representing fear and hatred and Plagui, the god of pain, starvation and misery.

The universe was filled with 5 planets, and we still don't know if there's any kind of life at the other ones, or even if they have the same gods we do. But they were here before we came and they will be here long before we vanish. I've heard some stories about a wizard who traveled to these planets and found the remnants of an elder civilization devastated, thousands bones as if they had died during a great war. But this is a story to another tale.

The gods have been guiding the races for 800 years now, the war is far from over, and one of the three races disappeared because of diseases. Now only humans and elves walk through the lands of Petra. The dwarves have been infected with a striking disease that would burn them of fever until they dropped down dead. The last dwarf was spotted around 200 years ago and then, he suddenly disappeared.

So far, both forces are still equivalent among us, but I fear that this peace shall not last. I sense a storm coming, and it rain blood soon enough.