Most of the gods of old Earth died shortly before or during the Great Schism. Some believe that it was the death of so many gods which caused or allowed the destruction of old Earth. Whatever the truth of the Great Schism's cause, few doubt that many of the surviving gods provided vital help which allows humanity to endure among the fragmented realms. These remaining gods of old Earth are known as the Old Gods. Baldr is an Old God.
In the new world order, wizards with both great ambition and power seek to become gods. Those wizards who ascend to godhood after the Great Schism are called the New Gods by some. Unlike the Old Gods, however, the New Gods can lose their godhood if they do not tend to their followers.
Stubla, the Spirit of Humanity
It felt its master’s mind hum with thought, a pitch those attuned to the listening would understand damned. To listen initiated a dance on the edge of reason, for that is where the truth of things is found. To slip is to give oneself to nothingness. Then silence. "Ah, there is work to be done."
Piala Alice, Goddess of Mischief
A girl sits in a box, comfortable for her seated form, head in her hands. No mortal force could break the box, yet she is not trapped. She is Piala Alice, the Trickster, unknowable and the unknown; and no man nor god can see her do something as simple as crying because she is sad.
Arenji, Taoist Immortal
Old sages say stillness is the path to wisdom. They lie. I sat until my legs turned to fire. Harmony offers nothing but weakness and loss. I say hold your anger in the crucible of your mind and let chaos enter, that the sound of your being may remake the world.
Voltalis strives to hold the forces of Law and Chaos in check, striking down all those who would oppose him, with the aid of his followers.
Kahangriel, the Icelord
The world has been torn asunder and the Gods are positioning themselves to do battle over what is left. The greatest of them all, Kahangriel the Icelord, now looks for weak, inept minions to do his bidding.
Ariianrhod, the Moonmaiden
The "Wizard Gear" sat before me. Inelegant, bulky, it bore little resemblance to the supple garments I remembered from so long ago. I shook my head. Perhaps my memory was flawed. Had I actually seen the ancient devices? Or was my timeless mind playing tricks again? Clarity came so rarely since the Earth had shattered....
Baldr, God of Wonder & Progress
A black hole abruptly fills the arched portal on the dais. Where are the angels? Invisible hands grab at me, pulling me toward the darkness. Demons! They steal my breath! Blue light shatters the portal. I fall. Looking up, I see a haloed Wizard or Saint. He says, "Trust not the fools." Am I saved?