History, Faith, Technology, Magic

The gods built Dheghom as a sanctum for their mortal creations, sealing themselves within to form a covenant of faith. Time has turned their sanctum into a prison. Where faith was once a golden thread that bound the gods to their creations, time has turned it into a noose that has been drawn taut by the weight of restless, trudging mortality.

With each millennia, the walls of the prison crack, the noose of faith tightens, and mortals march on, blind and desperate, toward their own undoing. Time is the gallows that waits for all.

~Unknown

The origins of Dheghom are a distant echo, obscured by time and broken by the weight of ten thousand years. Every culture holds its own stories of creation, fragmented and shaped by fading memory, yet few claim to know more than shadows of the truth. Among these, the Aos Sí of Ryhoreiral guard one of the oldest accounts, their long lives preserving pieces of the world that has crumbled around them.

Their myth, called The Sanctuary, speaks of a time when the gods sought to preserve themselves and their creations. Though many versions of this myth exist, the Aos Sí’s telling has endured as a glimpse into the origins of Dheghom, its hope, its failure, and its descent into ruin.