"The Gods of Revaliir were once mortals like you and me," Danwe replied. "They are chosen by the Canelux World Tree, depending on what the world needs. Sometimes a deity can ascend, fall, and ascend again under a new domain, or even remain a deity but change the sphere they control. Because they were once mortal, many of them still have the same enemies and prejudices that they had as normal people. Sometimes, grudges can be held across different worlds," Danwe explained as she landed in a puff of white light upon the dewy ground as butterflies of light fluttered past them.
"There are natural opposites among the Gods now… Light and Dark, Life and Death… Where the Goddesses Angela and Dalanesca seek to balance each other out, and are more like sisters, The God of Light, Naota, and the Master of Never Ending Night, Xunatar, are natural enemies, even before they became gods. Xunatar is a demon, and Naota is a demon hunter," Danwe explained. "While the Gods are meant to rule over mortals and maintain the balance of their respective sphere, sometimes their differences are so great that they clash, despite being told to work in harmony. Same can be said of any nation that comes to blows with its neighbor. The same way natural disasters can effect the shape of the landscape, so too can the actions of the Gods have lasting effects on the world," she told him.
"For example, Hoja Mesto is the living testament to an old, long fallen god of knowledge. Even though he may have gone from the world, the City itself still remains. Twenty years ago, the Goddess Dalanesca suffered a tragic loss… and she blamed Angela, the Goddess of Life. Angela, to try and contain her destructive anger, imprisoned Dalanesca in a cage of Lacriamium, a substance harder than any known metal at the time. When Dalanesca broke free, she all but killed Angela, and shards of the Lacriamium where sent scattering across the world. And long before that the old god Sardon made the entire city Asyut sink beneath the sands of Harena, and turned the entire area into an uninhabitable desert. And in the same time, a god who was spurned by the people of Sidhiel, cursed the entire island to become shrouded in mist, so that no one would remember it or the people who were there. If any came across the island, and then left, all memories of the island and its people would be glamoured, and remembered as something different. This only changed when the current God of Magic, a son of that same island, ascended to the pantheon."