Long ago, the gods fought. [[Tast]]'s allies had battled [[Dreva]]'s allies, and many gods died. [[Dreva]] had won, but at such cost as cannot be understood by mortals. [[Dreva]]'s own mother, [[Arisetsu]], the ancient god of hope, lay dying in a field, her warm light almost faded to darkness.

''Notes for bards: this story should be adapted to your audience. In a solemn tavern, you can get amazing results with some simple props. A classic setup involves a candle, rose petals, and a fan. But in rowdy taverns, make the story as lewd or as gory as necessary. In a dwarven hall, play up [[Dreva]]'s embarrassment for laughs or pity. In elven lands, it's wise to bring in [[Errana]] in one way or another to add more sex. And remember the bard's rule #6: never tell a story the exact same way twice!''