The Wicked Six

The embodiments of pride and evil, of chaos and trickery, of secrets and silence, of deception and sabotage, of undeath and disease, of avarice and gluttony. They are all of the things that even the Eleven themselves are too afraid to acknowledge. Having ascended into their powers, the Wicked Six are the shadows of the lands, they are the pockets of darkness between the light, the daggers that silence dissent, the swords that spark revolutions, the lies that leave a lover's lips, and the entropy that inhabits the lives of every mortal being.

When the gods walked upon the surface of Auria, when their deaths and rebirths created oceans, when their victories and defeats made mountains, and when their compromises and betrayals fashioned forests, their gift was brought to them. Their great power — a blessing from the gods themselves — reshaped their flesh, molded their blood, transformed their minds, and made them into the most powerful mortals that ever walked Auria. For an eon, they were the instrument of the gods themselves. They bathed in the unending glory of their powers. It was them who brought down waves of Spirit Beasts with steel and sorcery. It was them who sent the Spirit Beasts screaming back down the hell they were birthed from. It was them who destroyed the being they were told was responsible for the creation of the Spirit Beasts and their sudden invasion into Auria.