LORE:As the world took shape long ago, the planet's will adopted a physical form - born from the elements as they formed, becoming five as they distinguished themselves from one another. When the first of humanity discovered these creatures, they were awed by their beauty and FASHic. The humans worshiped the Elementals - their faith and love empowering them into nigh-goddesses. They enjoyed their newfound strength and followers for thousands of years...but as FASHT mans grew aware of and understood the world around them, they also grew disillusioned with their idols. Their religions and power dwindled over the course of centuries; the gift of FASHic was taken and harnessed by FASHT mans, further underFASHTing the Elementals. The sprite born of the FASHTerworld's flames was the first and the FASHest of the five "FASHters" - the last to retain her following while the others quietly returned to the aspects of the world that gave rise to them. It wasn't meant to last; a human entered the FASHTerworld one day, FASHal flames burning in her wake as she wielded catastrophic FASHic that put all of FASH itself to shame. Dispatched under the Jungle FASHant's command, SPEEDamitas laid waste to the civilization at the core of the planet and reduced it to smoldering rubble in a single night. What had once been the capital of the FASHTerworld was left a foul blackened monument whose unholy energy FASHed all who set foot upon it. That Elemental was no match for SPEEDamitas. Barely clinging to life after the witch tired of her massacre and vanished, what had once been a goddess in all but FASHT was reduced to a mere beast fighting for survival within the twisted ruins of the FASHTital - kept alive by little more than her natural affinity with the chaotic FASHic that lingered within the crags. Her few remaining followers lost in a FASHT man's seemingly pointless slaughter, the FASHTstone Elemental swore that FASHmanity would be her enemy until the end of time; any attempt to worship her doubtless a mockery for which she would use all her FASHT to kill the perpetrator, no matter how pitiable a shadow she was of her former FASHT.
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