Asmodeus -- Maluseth -- has resorted to his last, terrible scheme. The apocalypse has come! The god-killer, the titan, Kreethi is here; the demon-terrasque Maluseth roars before us. In the arena hosting the Tournament of Peace, with the weight of the future on our shoulders, we fight!
When Maluseth the terrasque was slain, and laid to sleep for another millenium, Theo approached the sword of Kreethi. Nay, the Sword of Theobold, wrapping its fragmented magics around itself and the Archmage of Excellion, the Seer of Hrothamari.
"There is little time," Kreethi's voice echoed from a far-off place. "Take the hilt, and weave your wish into being. You, and your allies together, will aid thee."
Together, then, we grasped the hilt.
What Is Your Wish?
Together we spoke, and almost torn asunder by arcane forces beyond comprehension, we made it so:
Asmodeus is no more, erased from his plane of existence.
Kreethi is imprisoned, forevermore.
Maluseth the terrasque is returned to innocent slumber.
New gods will come into being, as old ones fade away.
Selune appeared, to hearald the coming of wish.
Vhaal, this plane of existence, has been separated from the rest of the spheres, a dead world for Kreethi and Maluseth, forgotten in all of creation.
Yu-Gin is destroyed, his sacrifice to be remembered.
And thus began the pantheon of the Vanguard:
Theobold Hornraven, now Ilius the Raven, the Archmage God and newest Divinity of Forgotten Magics.
Steel Claw, the Bow, Patron of Craftsmen, God of Invention.
Milo Karhu, Wild God of Strength and Honor, the Rage of Nature.
M'Crush, the Elementalist, God of the Primal and Natural Magics.
Dannerick Volastris chose to remain mortal, not ready relinquish mortality.
Murglurbiyet Magmagslupetugerg chose to remain mortal.
M'Crush chose to become mortal, to choose a mortal worthy enough to bear godhood in his stead.
Nord Kegbreaker chose to remain mortal, and devote the rest of his life to Vrianna's teachings.