The scent of magic
Priests of the god of agriculture.
Not all magic is focused on war or power. Some magic is used to ease some of the hazards of normal life. The school of Midwifery is one such school.
Thus do the spirits of the six elements take form beyond the norm of elementals of genre fantasy.
"The nothing outside of Creation defies our description and reasonings, leaving us with just the effects and our attempts to explain it." ~Energies of the Universe, Praetor Skelundus H’renta
Preserver Thought is “The School of Thought” on Kerren. It motivated the Colonist to colonize. It is what led them to their unique technolgical and social mix. These Preservers live up to their own ideals.
“If you are going to live in the Warren, you need to live by The Rules,” The Edge said.
“I can follow the Ward Rules as good as anyone,” the Green Ryder said.
He waves dismissively. “Those are not the rules I speak of. I speak of the ones that make you more than just another fool with a dragon mount. I speak of the ones that make you a True Ryder.”
While someday this will be available in the twenty three GIP soft leather bound volume set, this abbreviated version is here for your viewing
Sagas are the “oral tradition” of Kerren. Sure they are written down, but they tell stories of The Days of the Ships, of Onterio, of Earlier Days. In addition to history, they are used to teach moral lessons and Preserver Ideals to the younger generations. Though the Sagas, one learns to of Kerren and how to be Kerrenese.
Of creatures great and small
Be it salt, wheat, silk or gold, money is money lad.
A creation myth that sets up a Job like contest between the gods for the souls men. It explains the origins of monsters, magic, death and demi-humans.
The Sea that touches all shores.
A composite calendar devised by magi based on the movement of the stars rather than the movement of the moon or the sun.
Doom and hope, misery and joy, are but two sides of the same mirror to this ancient force that has withstood the annihlation of an entire culture..
The Earth Mother, Spirit of Life
The Sky Father, the Star Lord.
The Moon Lady, Sea Queen, Water Mistress
The Sun King, Lord of Fire, The Blazing Sage
Welcome, Gentlemen. I’ll be brief about this. As you already know, as of 07:12 yesterday, we are at war with the bloody granola eaters of West Sylvania. I’m here to tell you how these elves fight.
Trying to find a place for this...
"After the famine hit the land, the priest Galen began religious wanderings, drawing his congregation to follow him. Those who took up with him, began to walk, a great outpouring of energy to this religious pilgrimage, coming from an impoverished nation with no true direction other than to find relief. Galen professed to his followers that they would find great resources set by his God down on Earth for them, enough to nourish and slate their thirst. Those that fell as he took them across the barren plains of the western reaches, rose again to join the lines. When finally all had died, Galen led them further, praising Nuh-Erell for that first city they came upon and a feast of flesh that lay in wait"