Vranism

Origin
I am the one who rules, The first that came, the founder of the pack, In the deep of lake abyss I reside I lead every Great Hunt, For some I am one, for others I am many, I carry many names, Lady of the Iake, The Wolf of the Lake, The war god. In the ancient forgotten tongue, my names are one: Vranir.

Long before formation of nations,new and old, before Rathnir itself, there was only a lake. A lake so deep it never ended, the lake so dark it consumed all, the Lake of nothing and all. From the sky, as dark as the Lake beneath it and neither above nor below the Lake, fell a silver drop. The drop of silver light shone so bright in the dark void, not even the infinite Lake could stop its glow. The drop traveled up and down, forward and back, taking in the knowledge and power of the Lake. The drop swam up and reached the line between the Lake and the sky. The drop became the first one, Vranir. Vranir traveled, more than she did before,reaching the end and the beginning of the Lake, she explored the sky learning all about it. But it was empty. In all the infinity there was nothing. Vranir reached out, grabing the sky and the Lake and pulled them togetherOnce the Lake and the sky were brought together they could no longer seperate as they became one. As this happened a spark appeared between the two. Vranir, curious, reached out for if and once she touched it the spark exploded. Stars began to cover the sky as shiny as silver, each droping one or two drops down onto the Lake. Those weren't the same drops like the one Vranir was born from, they were silver, but they didn't posses the same shineIn attempts to catch one of the drops, Vranir tossed and dragged all the drops on the Lake, turning them into a masses of land, filled with mountains, plains, deserts, caves, forests and rivers. As she caught one drop in her palm Vranir saw it morph into a different shape. Once silver drop became a creature walking on four legs, with furr, tail and sharp theet. This creature was the second one of the pack, a wolf. With each drop Vranir created more and more, some times the same, some times similar and some times different. With each drop falling to her palm Vranir's pack expanded. Vranir showed her oack all the knowledge she possessed, but only few remember it. Many decided to follow their own way and live for themself. Only two listened: a being that could walk straight on two feet called humans, but most of them only took the knowledge and gave nothing in return, while the other beaing was the wolf, which as a sign of graditude for being the second of the pack decided to not follow the knowledge, instead they gave their loyalty to Vranir and will only listen to her wishes. Learning that her pack has mind of her own, Vranir decided to give them the land she formed on the Lake, with everything in the sky, while she decided to travel beneath the world, to the Lake, which became known as the Void, and will follow the life of the pack from there. As the time passed Vranir traveled trough the Void, finding a gates to the surface trough lakes trough which she could show herself to the pack, but only those who follow her knowledge would see and hear her, the wolves being the most loyal follower who always saw her. Just how they learned from Vranir, the wolves showed their knowledge of everchanging surface to Vranir. Learning that her pack has mind of her own, Vranir decided to give them the land she formed on the Lake, with everything in the sky, while she decided to travel beneath the world, to the Lake, which became known as the Void, amd will follow the life of the pack from there. As the time passed Vranir traveled trough the Void, finding a gates to the surface trough lakes trough which she could show herself to the pack, but only those who follow her knowledge would see and hear her, the wolves being the most loyal follower who always saw her. Just how they learned from Vranir, the wolves showed their knowledge of everchanging surface to Vranir. As she was leaening from the pack she found an interest in the hunt, a pray running from the hunter to survive, from which only the strongest emerges. Just how some drops became land and some became creatures, somce creatures would be victorius and some would fall. Each hunt would become greater than the previous until a certain creature began to hunt themself, the humans. This hunt was named the Great Hunt, a war in human tongue. Humans who used the knowledge without guidence of Vranir now turned againts one another in never ending chaos. Only the humans who understoof the knowledge vame out as the true winners, earning a recognition in Vranir's eyes. At their death Vranir called those heroes to the Void to join her in Eternal Pack, which will hunt on the surface during each Great Hunt as humans, to enjoy the trill of hunt forever. But the real heroes were very few and Vranir's pack grew slow. So she searched, looked and searched across the land to find one who follows her to teach others about her ways so they could join her in Eternal Pack. And she found one: SilentThe Great Hunt, though for humans it is just a conflict among each other in order to win territory or resources, in eyes of Vranis and her followers is the most sacred ritual of all. If a conflict between humans emerges Vranis' curiosity shall make her leave her home in the Lake and observe the humans hunting each other, covered by shiny iron, glowing diamonds or black steel and armed with weapons of their choice. But those who hunt in the name of Vranis, for her honor, to win her blessing, they hunt with crossbow, for it is the tool of hunt created by Vranis herself, the favorite among all weapons, and gifted to the first human who joined her in the Eternal Pack, Wur-Kudlak. To charge in battle observed by Vranis, the greatest honor worshipers of Vranis could get during their mortal lives. Only those loyal to her, who follow the knowledge gifted to them, which burns in their hearths like a wild flame, cane feel her presence on the battlefield. The Presence of Vranir. If only describing it was possible. Once you feel it you know.Humans who used the knowledge without guidence of Vranir now turned againts one another in never ending chaos. Only the humans who understoof the knowledge vame out as the true winners, earning a recognition in Vranir's eyes. At their death Vranir called those heroes to the Void to join her in Eternal Pack, which will hunt on the surface during each Great Hunt as humans, to enjoy the trill of hunt forever. But the real heroes were very few and Vranir's pack grew slow. So she searched, looked and searched across the land to find one who follows her to teach others about her ways so they could join her in Eternal Pack. And she found one: SilentThe Great Hunt, though for humans it is just a conflict among each other in order to win territory or resources, in eyes of Vranis and her followers is the most sacred ritual of all. If a conflict between humans emerges Vranirs' curiosity shall make her leave her home in the Lake and observe the humans hunting each other, covered by shiny iron, glowing diamonds or black steel and armed with weapons of their choice. But those who hunt in the name of Vranis, for her honor, to win her blessing, they hunt with crossbow, for it is the tool of hunt created by Vranis herself, the favorite among all weapons, and gifted to the first human who joined her in the Eternal Pack, Wur-Kudlak. To charge in battle observed by Vranirs, the greatest honor worshipers of Vranis could get during their mortal lives. Only those loyal to her, who follow the knowledge gifted to them, which burns in their hearths like a wild flame, cane feel her presence on the battlefield. The Presence of Vranir. If only describing it was possible. Once you feel it you know. But even though the Presence of Vranis is the greatest honor during mortal life, nothing is equal to joining her in the Great Hunt as one of the Eternal Pack hunters, to hunt along side Vranis, between mortal and spirital realm, taking various physical forms or aiding mortal hunters as spirits. All under guidence of Vranis. Very few who fall in the battle reveived honor to join the Pack. During the hunt, when the hunter becomes unstoppable, when the prey falls under their blade and raim of arrows, a silver wolf may appear. Not grey, nor white, a wolf of pure, cold silver, the light reflecting from its fur like the light of stars themself and eyes blue like the deepest ocean and bright like a full moon on cloudless night. This entity, this lone wolf which only the hunter can see, is avatar of Vranir herself. The sign of sorrow and joy, those who see the silver wolf of Vranir see it only once and never tell the story of it, because the hunter has been chosen to join the Eternal Pack, but in order to do that, to pass onto spirit world they have to leave the mortal world behind. Accepting the death becomes honor as with their death the hunter transforms the hunted into hunters once again. Their departure from mortal realm start with a cold howl of a wolf and ends with a warm howl of wolves of the Pack.