Born pure of essence and pure of sound, the Eleven are the gods, the penultimate forces, of Auria. They are both blessed and cursed with their power, taking their place among the skies and the stars and the vast infinity of space. Reality bends and breaks to the will of the Eleven. They created vast oceans with their deaths and rebirths, they made mountains of their victories and defeats, and they fashioned forests from their compromises and betrayals. It is said that their steps molded lakes and their breaths shaped clouds. And when they fought, their battles caused catastrophes: waves as tall as the very sky that bruised the shores, earthquakes that shook the ground for miles, eruptions that spewed ash and lava into the air, hurricanes that tore apart rock and stone and uprooted trees.