Creation is vast, from the chill winds of the north, to the deserts of the south, it’s peoples and faiths are as diverse as it’s climates, it’s gender rolls as diverse as it’s morals.
Ultimately, the Chosen of the Sun, Moon, and Five Maidens are exactly the ones to say what is right and wrong, just as it is their duty to not only rule Creation, but rule wisely and well. But to the men who walk the deserts of the south in their silken robes, to the women who walk a pace behind them in their scant garb, rich jewels, and often slave collars, flushed with pride at the riches of their beloved that they display, right, wrong, and wisdom are far away concepts. Morality is learned from the culture they grew up in, the culture of the South. To rule, conquer, and protect the South from the soul eating Raksha, the greedy dragon blooded of the Dynasty, the avarice of rival Paragon, and the all consuming entropy of the undead is a more immediate goal by far than ruling with morality or ethics.
This is not the story of good kings and wise queens… At least, not any time soon. This is a story of men who conquer, men who protect. This is a story of women who love them, wives and slaves, and yet women who overcome their station enough to fight beside their lords and masters with the power of the Chosen.
This is a story of the Exalted.
Of Righteous Devils.
And a story of an ancient ghost, a guide to the Underworld…