Tale of the Charred Tiger

During the Age of Natives, a voice stood out amongst all the bloodshed and through all of the ignorance.. A voice so soothing that even those who once encouraged war had begun to calm.

The voice said "Follow the hushed whispers of the fallen and let it guide you for it shall reveal the secret to life eternal."

Many tribes began to follow the voice's instructions and broke away from the wars and eventually they discovered the trail of stones laid out for them.

The stones led them on a long journey, some tribes even becoming split apart due to some not wanting to continue, but those that followed the trail managed to find a small broken down chapel in the distance.

As they got closer, they found that two warring tribes' leaders had started to combat each other next to the chapel.

Not long after, a leader let his guard down to try and stop the fighting, but it was too late.. As the heated red blade cut into the leader's shoulder and not long after the chapel's cracked pathways were coated in a red mist.

An ashen tiger began to sprout forth from the bloodshed and begin to explain as they all watched; "The price of war is too great a cost for the future of this world, for this land!" he bellowed as they all cowered in fear "For those that wish to have eternal life, you must look within yourselves to find it."

Pedestals emerged from the cracked ground, the first holding a bear, the second a turtle, the third a monkey, and the fourth the very same tiger they had witnessed speaking to them.

Long before the Age of Natives, the Age of War existed, and beings could find their purpose and become stronger than ever before.. Guardians.

Borea's purpose was to protect the tundra.

Blodmir's purpose was to protect his people.

Thaelor's purpose was to discover magic and protect the other Guardians from it.

Goreil's purpose was to contain the evil of the world in a place far from humanity's reach.