These small, luminescent creatures are a distant relative of the willowisp, little bits of orangish light that are attracted by the flames of a fire. When enough of them have gathered around a fire, the fire appears to take on a fuzzy indistinctness.

While we're talking about the subject of constructing religions, I'd like to bring up the concept of the Creed. The creed is nothing more than a simple statement of the religion's beliefs, meant to be recited. If you cannot write a creed for your monotheistic religion, it probably needs work on internal consistency. Creed examples:

The Crown Princess of Sadaren needs a husband! There's just a few teeny little problems.

It's round. It's silvery. It's got a handle. It's been used to make a million excellent meals, and even more dogs. It's also got a face shaped dent in the bottom.

The shattered remnants of a divine weapon, a certain amount of power remains in these bits of celestial metal.

This enormous blade is capable of leveling more than just men.

Twin Shards of the Storm reforged to work in concert, the Gauntlets of the Fallen Frost grant the user power over winter's weather, but at a certain price...

Gene-engineered for deep-space, the Salvorathan resemble nothing quite so much as the legendary ‘dwarf’.

Perhaps the most destructive of Kel’Regar weapons, Summer’s Extinguisher plunges the world it is deployed on into a deep and permanent winter.

Man, too, is a primal creature, though he binds himself with the chains named Reason and Law, locked link by link from birth. Yet, those locks can be opened, the links broken, in both the savage world of the street-slum, and in the gilded cages of nobility.

One such creature is the countess-to-be, Alia duBois, who crouches within her golden jail, a puma waiting paitently to maul her captors...

This tremendous colony ship is the largest ship of the Kel’Regar, grown and built in stages, birthed within the great ‘dry’ dock of Regar-kel-Osh. Fully organic, this ship is the ultimate expression of the Kel’Regar’s power.

Forged and folded by the ancient and holy methods, Warprender and Weftcleaver have incorporated the very transformations that allow man to traverse the stars into their exotic blades.

Taronia - Land of mystics and sages. Taronia - Land of the Gods. Taronia - Land of Conquerers.

Ringed round by ancient political foes, this ancient nation finds itself dealing with a powerful foe, one with far more sinister hungers than money or land.

An otherwise simple spear, the dread blade of Hatred brings rot and decay to all it strikes, be it armour, body, or soul.

Twin-aspected aliens, the Kel’Regar are strange creatures, and their alien society, strange technology, and lithe bodies evoking the images of elves in some humans.

Even as humans can be, the Kel'Regar, too, can be touched by madness, and it can drive them to push to ends incomprehensible by the sane. The work of one such, Kararemi'ar'Salm'Torat, the Menangerie of Mad Creation, is a twisted, living structure, tormented by years of loneliness and incomprehensible need.

Here am I, floating in a tin can, far above the moon, Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can doo.

The legacy of a master of the martial arts, the Fistwraps of Hwang are a testament to his sheer willpower.

The legendary blacksmith, founder of clan Ironspirit, and he whom brought the steel of the Gods themselves to mortal man.