The Legend of the Beasts of War

  Once upon a time, before the world was scarred and humanity took shelter beneath the earth, there was war. A relentless all consuming war.

  It spread across the entire world, wiping away civilizations and leaving only ruin. Battles raged on every front—against invaders, the unknown, each other, and even oneself. The skies darkened, monsters clawed their way from the depths, and reality itself began to unravel.

  From the chaos, they arose—the Beasts of War.

  Born of tragedy and forged in conflict, they struck fear into the hearts of men, monsters, and gods alike. Six demigod beasts, neither fully mortal nor divine. They waged their own wars, their destruction so great they were likened to natural disasters. So powerful, they were said to even be able to alter fate itself.

  The White Wolf, Beast of Light, channeled the stars, capable of stealing the glow of day into the darkest of night.

  As clever as it is reckless, it rallied the desperate into doomed battles fated to end in catastrophe.

  The Scarred Raven, Beast of Air, dominated the skies, its winds carving through mountains and ripping breath from lungs.

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  Its precision and might, only eclipsed by the misfortune and ruin that followed in its wake.

  The Traitor Serpent, Beast of Water, ruled the seas, freezing the waves and causing lakes to boil over.

  Shrouded in a fog mystery, it betrayed even its closest allies in pursuit of its cryptic goals.

  The Mad Tiger, Beast of Lightning, wielded electricity, striking with furious speed and bringing metal to life.

  Its brilliance, only matched by its insanity. It hid away striking out at any its twisted mind saw as a threat.

  The Unbreakable Ape, Beast of Earth, shaped the land. Raising mountains and carving canyons with every step.

  It marched endlessly in a zealous frevour, forcing others to follow else they be buried by its wrath.

  The Raging Dragon, Beast of Fire, seethed with unquenchable fire. Its flames turned entire forests to ash and melted cities into mounds of molten rock.

  It sought to burn down the world in frenzied vengeance as retribution for beloved treasure stolen from it long ago.

  As the world teetered on the brink of annihilation, those who remained united in a final battle to end the war. In a clash said to eclipse all before it, the Beasts of War were brought low and sealed away, scattered across the world, never to be seen again.

  But peace came too late.

  Arcane storms consumed the surface, twisting the land beyond recognition. And so, humanity fled underground, waiting for the day they might reclaim their home.

  Yet legend warns that should war once again engulf the world, so too shall the Beasts of War rise once more.

  -Myths and Legends of the Pre-Emergence Age, Vol. 3