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"Eventually tiring of the vastness the gods at last laid aside their differences and determined to create a Reality for their mutual pleasure. They took turns naming the laws they would make for the place:
The Warrior ruled that the strong would always dominate the weak. He did this because he knew his followers would triumph as they were mighty and warlike.
The Prince decreed that the heart would always rule over the head. He did this because he knew that the honeyed tongues of his followers would be able to sway their enemies through desire.
The Deacon demanded that all beings should be mortal, so that which lived must inevitably die. He did this because he knew that then all would ultimately come to rest within the narrow houses of his domain.
The Magus forbore to name any single rule of his own and instead reserved the right to make exceptions later as he saw fit, with much grumbling from his fellows.
The gods were satisfied that they had shaped the crude frame upon which mortal life would be borne, each taking a part of it eternally as their own. They went on to shape the universe as they saw fit. They made a thousand times a thousand laws; that things fall down and not up, that fire needs air to burn, that rock should be solid, that water should flow, on and on they went, now trying to outdo one another in the many ways to bring restriction upon the formless void. Their laws crystallised inside the primordial ocean and became the skein that we know as the loom of fate, and upon that skein the detritus that we know as Reality began to gather."
