Fiorre, Great Deity of Peace

Fiorre is said to sleep forever under the land of Aissic, which was formed by her icy breath. She not only represents the cold north, but also holds domain over Peace and Duty. Her temples are simple in structure, but grand in meaning, and there are shrines to her in castles and palaces all over the world - even in places where worship of her is hardly commonplace. This is because those who serve kings and nobles, either as knights or servants, are expected to uphold Fiorre’s virtues in protecting their regent.



Fiorre’s birth was not quite as simple as other deities. She was not created by Fayana and Moann, and she did not create herself the way that Temos did. Instead, she was created by one of the child deities - Veira. This was thought to be impossible, and so the deities had no reason to think on rules against this, but Veira was dedicated to this plan for reasons very dear to her.

Paiia and Veira had been warring for many thousands of years. Since their creation, the ideals of Wisdom were opposed to Paiia’s value for Strength, and the wars that Paiia’s desire for dominance had created were immense. Veira found herself growing weary. Mortals seemed weak to the desire for power and superiority, and as the ages passed by, more of them turned away from her ideals of compassion. And so, she would create a new Deity. One to tip the scales in her favour.

Hearing about her plans, Paiia merely laughed. She did not believe it possible - as none of the deities did - and said that even if Veira tried to do such a thing, Paiia would simply kill all of Veira’s disciples - not with her people, but with her own flaming wrath.

Veira did not believe Paiia would do such a thing. Their war had always been about controlling the minds of mortals, to use her own deific power to destroy mortals was far below even Paiia’s moral standards. The threat itself, however, was enough to spur Veira to action. She disappeared from the celestial plane and went to work in secret.

Paiia noticed Veira’s absence, and decided that she had done precisely what Paiia had warned against. Even if it was impossible, and Veira was only attempting it as a last ditch effort, Paiia would not stand by and let her warnings be ignored. She entered the mortal world and floated high above Vieri, Veira’s kingdom, and began raining down molten rock. The people of Vieri cried desperately for Veira to save them, to take mercy upon them for whatever wrongdoing they did to earn this, but Veira could not hear.

Meanwhile, Veira had succeeded in crafting a new deity. It was recently born, and not yet prepared for action, but here it was safe. Veira left it alone, going back to the mortal world to see her subjects. She was shocked at what she saw, her heart broken at the way her people and her kingdom had been destroyed. She ran to confront Paiia, who was idly throwing fire down on the people of Vieri, and begged for her to stop. Paiia ignored her, continuing her assault. Veira attempted to fight Paiia, but she was weakened from the hard work of creating a deity and needed rest. She begged for aid from the other deities - and one heard her.

Fiorre awoke with a start and followed her mother’s voice into the mortal world. She stood in the ocean, which froze at her touch, and towered up to the height of Vieri. She did not understand what was happening, but felt a deep need to do something, and so she reached out her hands and shielded the country from the flames.

Distracted from her assault by her argument with Veira, Paiia did not notice that her arsenal were being reflected away from Vieri. Now instead, they bounced off of Fiorre’s cold hands and tumbled down to the globe of Fortuna, landing atop Fiamont - Paiia’s own kingdom. The flames ignited the already heated Fiamont, causing massive eruptions, and the splitting of the country into two halves.

When Paiia heard the cries of her subjects, she suddenly stopped with her assault and rushed down to her people. She begged for help, crying for her sisters or Mothers to help her, but they ignored her. Meanwhile, Veira pulled Fiorre away from Vieri, embracing her child as only a mother could. Fiorre spoke for the first time:

“I am tired mother, may I sleep now?”


Veira realized that Fiorre had not spent long enough to fully form, and that she was took weak to last in the way that all the other deities had. She would need to sleep - and it would be an eternal one.

“Not just yet, dear child. There is one more task you must complete.”


Veira lead Fiorre to Fiamont, and allowed her new child to touch the lands. She froze the flowing lava, creating many mountains, and preventing many deaths. She saved the people of Fiamont just as she had saved Vieri, and with that act, the subjects of Paiia, the subjects of the world, had a change of heart. Suddenly, the ideals that Veira and Fiorre represented were enough to tip the scales, and world peace could grace the face of the world for the first time.

Fiorre yawned, and Veira nodded her understanding. She took her child’s burnt hands and brought her to the northern seas. She allowed her daughter to be submerged, and where her cold body lay, the lands of Aissic formed.

The deities convened days later to punish Paiia for what she had done. While the Mothers - Fayana and Moann - wished to destroy Paiia for her behaviour, Veira insisted otherwise. She told her Mothers that Paiia did only what she was created to do - but that now the world had no need for her. With Veira and Fiorre, the world was at peace. Paiia would no longer control the minds of mortals, and this was punishment enough for a deity who desired domination. Instead, Veira suggested that Paiia be tasked with watching the growing mist in the south, to ensure the safety of all mortals. The Mothers agreed, and Paiia was sentenced to the life of a guard or jailer, demoted from reigning over the lives and minds of the mortal people.

For once, there was peace.