Millennium ago when the continent Nal`rith was in state of flux and the whole country was in a state of war everything was in chaos. The people were in a constant state of despair and panic, wolves and carrion beast roamed the land. Brigands, murders and looters were more than commonplace. Crops often failed and there was just barely enough to eat, enough to live off, but not enough to share with anyone, even just a mouth full of stale hard bread was a godsend in this troubled time. There was little law during this turbulent time and only those with the strongest sword arm were able to make any sort of law or ruling. Truly the state of the world then could only be described as ‘hell on earth.’

It was about 300 years after the war had started that a large group of refugees, deserters, the homeless and starving formed a walled community where the sought peace and stability in those time of war. And through years of toil, pain, death and tears…they succeeded, one hundred-thirty years after the founding of the walled village they had managed to not only create a safe place to live, but a safe place to retreat to. People who had lost everything to the constant wars flocked to the walled village and it was during this time that a new religion was founded. The village leader at the time had and epiphany that came to him in a dream that told him to restore order around him he must give the people three things: stability, unity and…faith. When he awoke that day he took a look around his home and saw that he did indeed have stability, village was prospering nicely as most of the war was taking place farther to the east, north-east and the south so there weren’t as many bandits around, but they were still a problem. By talking to his people he noticed that they did have some unity, but not as much as he would have liked and for faith…everyone had different beliefs and some none at all. It was later that day when he saw a new group of refuges had come that he noticed the shining brilliance of the golden sun above them. That was when he realized what he must do, that was when he realized his calling, later that very same day the man held his very first sermon. The people were riveted and spellbound by his word and his passion, but more importantly they were attracted to his dream of a better tomorrow, a dream of peace.

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Two years after that the new religion the Way of the Gilded Light was officially founded.

It would be two and a half centuries after the death of the original fonder of this new religion that its message would be heard and the war would begin to die down. It was during this time of the declining war that the founder was beginning to be venerated and praised to the point of worship. Another there hundred years past before the century’s long war would finally end, during this time the small village had grown over the centuries to the point it was a city onto itself. The city was very large as it had not only grown outward, but upward as well, the great city now looked as if it was a tower reaching for the heavens. People who visit this holy city were in awe of its size and majesty as well as the devout nature of the people who lived there. But the thing that shocked people the most was the ‘mark’ these people carried on them from child to elder nearly all of them had this ‘mark’ as it was said to be a gift from their god and creator of their religion. It was said that it marked them as the most devout to their religion and their god, they got the nickname the ‘chosen of god’ and ‘the gods flock.’ And from here the religion spread like a ragging inferno till nearly the entire country was converted to this new religion and the city itself was deemed a ‘holy place’ and was the epicenter of the whole religion. And from then on the towering city would be held as the greatest and most holy spot in the known world and would stand as a shining beacon of the example the world should follow.

And it would and dose for the next five thousand years it dose this and then some

But…some would argue that it did this too well that they set a standard too difficult to follow and in some respects are too inflexible at times, but as they say ‘history I written by the victor.’