Sekhor nodded, almost laughing. In his day, there was no doubt of the Overgod's existance, he was simply there, behind the curtain, making everything -- well, almost everything, work smoothly. Of course, that was before the False God's came to be.
"Yes, Zanzarino is real. He created the false gods, and, almost more importantly, he turned men like your grandfather, my father and then myself when he died, amongst others, into the Masters of the Elements. Mortal Men able to control the very fabric of our universe, the 12 base elemental forces, and manipulate them to our own devices. He lead us in a war against the void, and, if I'm not mistaken, he has called upon a new generation of Masters. I believe you are one of the new Masters. The Master of Gravity. I have only seen one other man with the power to create gravity wells, and that was your grandfather."
Sekhor thought back as he told the story he had dreamed of a thousand times.
"It was hundreds of years before you were born, even your father, when the battle with the Void first started. Your grandfather was not the wise man he would come to be back then. He was brash, headstrong, as unrelenting when he set himself to a goal as gravity itself. Back then, your people were a mountain folk, constantly waging war with the tribes of fire and the tribes of earth, each trying to win the fire-eaters over to their side. The people of Gravity lost many in the wars, stuck in the middle ground, including your great-grandmother. When this happened, your grandfather was so outraged, he took his powers and descended on both of the attacking armies. In one fell swoop he destroyed almost two thousand men, and created the gravity basin, destroying the towns of his people, the mountainous homes of Gravity, but creating a new home for them with his power, where they could live and better defend themselves. Only your people, with their unique tie to Gravity, and their creation of 'Mech', could fight on the slopping walls of the basin."
