Holy Chronicles of Xizamere

On heaven and the passage of souls, Chapter 1:

When you die, your soul is taken. Now, depending on who you worship, different things happen and you go to different places, this is the rewards that the gods decree for their followers.

Heavens if your lucky, hells if your not, but ultimately everyone ends up in the underworld to be reincarnated. Some just get there faster than others. Those who worship the god of death directly, or have no worship to anyone at all, end up there pretty much immediatley, for Ballan Sur accepts all souls into the gates of his realm, to march towards reincarnation.

Now the question is, how does one end up from a heaven, coming to the underworld?

The reason is simple. Ballan Sur and some of his shadowy minions, personally collects the honoured dead who's alloted time in paradise has come to a close. For the soul must return to the flow of life, and the balance must be maintained. There are no exceptions, and every god knows this.

Without it, all would grind to a halt, no souls means no new births, not just for people, but plants, animals and even some species of fey and spirits. Those who die would rise as the undead and the world would fall into stagnation and ruin. This is the reason for Ballan Sur's existance, to ensure that the world turns with life. Neither caring of good or evil, so long as the balance is maintained.

Or at least, initially.

Eternity at his duties is a long time, and the god of death has grown fond of life. Watching its storys unfold, the great deeds done, and even the simple acts of life from the creatures from the sea floor.

It probably helps hold his interest, that if rumors are true, he is essentially the grandfather of the human race through Ynera.


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On Parasitic Dimensions and their inhabitants, chapter 2:

Many people know of deamons and their hells from hearsay and tales. But really what they are is interdimensional parasites.
They feed on souls from mortal reality by placing themselves in the juxtaposed position from the god of any particular religion, causing belief to be spawned in their existance, which draws their respective realm closer.

Each Hell then molds itself to the religions belief system, adapting to cause the largest possible belief in their existence by taking on the norms for that religions version of damnation.

They then syphon off souls from that realm to feed and grow upon, and ultimately for the parasite dimension to reproduce. Each dimension is ruled over by a Devil King of sorts, who is the physical manifestation of that parasite in its own world. The Death of the Devil usually results in the hells destruction.

Now, all gods hate deamons, they feed on power from them, but Ballan Sur, the God of Death and Balance utterly loathes the things, and makes it his mission (and the mission of his followers) to kill deamons he finds in the mortal realm, this results in the releasing of that deamons build up of souls that they have stolen. Allowing it to be brought back into the flow of life and death.

The problem is that it requires a individual of great strength and soul worth to attract his attention personally on the mortal plane. As such, minor deamons are common invaders of the mortal realm, but greater deamons do not dare cross over, for they would face death itself.

As such, Ballan inadvertently acts as a personal deterrent from extraplanar invasion, while the other gods deal with killing as many of the little cretins as possible.

Sometimes Ballan will have his followers create contracts with other gods and their followers to destroy deamon infestations in the local area, and always sends aid against such incursions. For a god of the dead, he is very active in this area.

The first to ever die's soul is what became twisted and formed the first hell dimension parasite, and what caused Ballan to create an underworld in the first place. Which is another reason he hates the things.

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On the fate of necromancers and liches, Chapter 4:

Those who would cheat death in its entierty fight a futile battle. Eventually their great works are undone, their armys shattered, enchantments unmade and mortal shell cast from the world of man.

But what about the soul? Such a spirit, twisted by the energys of the undead is claimed personally by the lord of the underworld's angel,
Grim Jim. Carried the Ballan Sur's workshop, their essence is taken apart and added to his Great Staff of Bone. Whereby it is purified and eventually addad back into the stream of souls as a truely pure soul, something exceedingly rare, and in their next life are often of great value to the gods and practicers of magic.
This is the fate of necromancers.
For to fear death and to run from it, is natural.

Liches fair far worse. Their crimes and twisted nature taking aeons to undo. Their bones are which make up the Great Staff Of Bone, taken from the world to contain their energies where no mortal may use them again.
The souls are purified, but the bones and their imbuned power remain. Ballan Sur using his divine will, twists it to his own purposes and adds it to his own power.

As such, every time a lich is killed, Ballan Sur becomes a little more powerful, and true undeath is further from the grasp of those who would upset the balance.
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On the Divinities, Chapter 7:

Myrea is, without a doubt, the central deity in the Pnathoen. She's the most widely worshiped, revered, and respected among mortals. She's known as the Queen of Tears, and in many ways she fits her role as queen well within the pantheon. She was the first to ascend, she lead the rebellion against Sirach, and she's responsible for charging each of the Gods with the ordering of the world as they saw fit, within their domain of course.

Her followers assert that Myrea came to this position because of her role in the defeat of Sirach. I'm to tell you that this is true, which it is, but also because she knew the darkest secrets of the other gods, told to her by Marik after she threatened to skin him. So how it has been since the defeat of Nimhe. My Lady commands both fear and respect from all. A proverb comes from this among the Viluvians, stating: "Know your allies and they will never become your enemies".

Amusingly, are even some monotheists among the mortals, especially along the Dire Coast to the east of the continent of Saladia. They believe My Lady is the only "true" God, and that all other gods are in fact facets of her divine will. In these countries, the worship of anyone but Myrea is banned, punishable by exile or even drowning. Preposterous of course, but one cannot expect mortals to always be rational.