The Astar Uln Pantheon, also called “The Companions,” are worshiped by the wood elves and some others, though many more prayed to them in past eras. This is their story, according to the Elves of the wild.

The darkness was barren, save for a seed and an endless wind that gently moved through it. The wind was cool and soft, the kind that whispers love poems to bare skin in the spring time. That was the wind that existed before all other things. That was the wind that would bring the rain.

The seed rose in a single point, the rounded bottom settling into the darkness itself. It laid dormant for many years, lonely among an eternity of empty. There was no time in this place, nor was there spirit. There was seed, wind, and darkness. There was also possibility.

When the wind is overwhelmed, the wind weeps. So it was in the beginning. The seed was pelted by the wind’s tears. Like an egg, it cracked, and two red stems crept out. It was the first Tadilisus tree, the one on which all worlds hang.

All the realms are held aloft by this tree. The Sribinet of the demons, the Aerie of dragon kind, our very own Samsarras, and the never ending underground of Jeragoth. Atop the plant, surrounded by a pool of water, is Yurilda. That is the realm of the Astar Uln, held in the highest. It is for them to protect the plant and all of its fruit.

Yurilda, the ripest of the fruits, was home to our gods and their many tales. Like all Tadilisus trees, this one will also some day fall, providing compost for the next worlds. We are but a small part of eternity. One only needs to look toward the seed to see how important a small part may be.

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