CHATBOT: The continent of Spina has stood for millennia, as have the kin of its four great nations: Theria, Aqualis, Repterra, and Avianto. Each nation stands unique, proud, and protected--sheltered and supported not just by the mortal kin that live and die there, but also by three ageless gods. These gods are mortal kin that have ascended to immortality through power and belief. Some of them take a direct role in shaping their respective nations, while others prefer to act from a distance. Still, others choose to act as little more than benign witnesses to the kin around them. Although these divinities are supremely powerful and capable of extraordinary feats far beyond the abilities of mortalkin, they are not immortal. When a divine being passes away, the immortal essence of their being returns to their land. In time, a new divinity rises to take their place. This is not an act of reincarnation; the new god does not resemble the old in either appearance or essence. Much like water filling a vessel, the godhead inhabits the ascendant kin as they carve out a metaphysical domain for themselves, representing the beliefs and followers unique to them. The passing of these beings brings about upheaval and far-reaching consequences. The balance of power shifts, borders change, empires fall, and heroes rise. Our story begins in the wake of one such passing--the decline of Theria in the five decades following the War of Fallen Stars. Although referred to as a war, the War of Fallen Stars saw very few actual battles. The rulers of Theria fiercely denied any involvement in the inciting event, but few could deny their involvement. Vaal Itera, the skybound temple-city of Astora, floated in the skies above the Aviano lowlands like a brilliant constellation, its crystalline chambers sparkling like hope made manifest. Thousands would make annual pilgrimages to the holy site, leaving with their own personal truths, reassurance, and purpose provided by Astora, the celestial swallow goddess of memory and the stars. It remained there in the sky for thousands of years, as inviolate as the deathless Celestial Witness herself. Until it was torn and sundered, ripped from the firmament by an explosion that claimed the lives of hundreds of the faithful. Crystal, pearl, and marble were strewn across the plains below, and even now, fifty-three years later, these ruins are venerated by birdkin and others who still seek the blessings of Astora. Suspicion immediately fell upon Theria. Witnesses...