oaks
It is whispered in the old tongues that Shakis, the First Flame of Creation, forged the beasts, the forests, and the waters of Jesseri from the marrow of the void. And with but a murmur from his lips, he breathed life into his mortal offspring — the Rheyns and the Oji.
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The Rheyns, lithe and spectral, moved with the elegance of shadows. Their skin, pale as ash; their hair, long and silver as the moonlight upon still waters. They were his vision of grace, a tribute to beauty and restraint, beings who seemed more spirit than flesh.
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The Oji, in contrast, were born from fire and storm. Towering in form and unmatched in strength, they bore the weight of war in their sinews and the scent of blood in their breath. Where the Rheyns were his mercy, the Oji were his wrath. And though their nature diverged, they dwelled together in an uneasy harmony — not out of love, but out of balance.
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Yet Shakis, in all his divine might, gazed upon his creations and felt a hunger still unmet — the yearning for blood that mirrored his own. And so from the marrow of his eternal essence, he forged the Oaks — not merely children, but legacies carved in power and grace. Each one unlike the other, singular in purpose, unmatched in power. Some say he bore a legion of Oaks, but the world above all would remember the Kivor - The Anointed Five - Bohdeni, Voos, Lazier, Ry'El and Zeni.
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They were unlike anything this world would ever see, for they were not made to serve the world, they were made to change it.
Bohdeni
Bohdeni, firstborn of the god Shakis, was not merely the mightiest of his siblings—he was their anchor, the unshakable voice of loyalty in a house that often teetered on the edge of division. Carved from divine stone and baptized in the discipline of honor, Bohdeni bore the weight of his father’s will with unwavering pride. Where others questioned Shakis’ intentions, Bohdeni silenced their doubts, reminding them that the creator who birthed the world did not err. To him, Shakis was not just father—he was the order by which all things were measured. And for this loyalty, he was granted the greatest of mantles: dominion over the Oji, the most formidable of Shakis’ mortal creations. Towering in stature and forged for strength, the Oji mirrored Bohdeni’s own nature—unyielding, fierce, and bound by righteousness.
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Under Bohdeni’s rule, the Oji became more than warriors—they became the wall between chaos and divine law. He instilled into them a sense of purpose that mirrored his own creed: serve the will of Shakis above all. He did not crave power for its own sake, nor did he hunger for a crown. What he desired was order—his father’s order—enforced through might and unwavering obdience. To challenge Shakis was to challenge the very foundation of existence.
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heirs: Bosamier, Boriac, bovren, bo'jareth, Bo'lahran, bo'masi
voos
Voos, the second son of Shakis, was born beneath a sky so bright the sun itself turned pale in deference. Of all his children, Shakis loved Voos most—his pride, his favored creation. Bestowed with the charge of the Rheyns, Voos ruled with measured grace and a heart untouched by cruelty. To legions of rheyns, he was not merely a leader, but a symbol of divine mercy—a ruler whose justice was whispered of with reverence.
No matter his choices, Voos was beyond reproach, the favored heir beneath the father’s gaze. For while Shakis saw only virtue in Voos, the others saw a rival, wrapped in light while they were forged in shadow. Yet such favor does not come without cost. In the silence behind courtly smiles, his brothers seethed. And from that shadow, resentment took root—quiet, patient, and sharp as a dagger waiting beneath a cloak.
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Heirs: Voothral, Syvoola, ravook, grovoon, kavoolas, vooreaux, savoo
Lazier
Lazier, the Oak of War, stood just beneath Bohdeni in stature—but in carnage and wrath, he reigned supreme. Where his brothers bore titles and lands, Lazier bore purpose: he was judgment made flesh. Shakis may have fathered him, but war itself had birthed his soul, and in its chaos, he found kinship.
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He was never crowned, never given rule over Rheyn or Oji. Instead, he was handed the Alunga—a small and silent race, barely twenty in number, yet feared above all. Under his command, they became something more than warriors; they became myth. Each one a blade honed by his wrath, and testament to his will. Their legacy was not one of banners, conquest or praise - but of blood.
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Heirs: Uvantar, Eidryn, Thessai, Galdric, Varric, Redagon
Zeni
Zeni, the only daughter of Shakis, was adorned in beauty—and was worshiped most of all, second only to shakis himself. Yet unlike her brothers, she was forbidden to love a mortal or bear a heir, a decree she despised above all.
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In time, her father offered her a cruel bargain: her hair in exchange for a son. She agreed. From this sacrifice, a child was formed—eternal and ageless, so long as he remained within the walls of the holy city.
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But should he ever leave, he would grow into a towering force, mistaken for an Oak, his power beyond common measure—a weapon wrapped in the guise of a gift and mortal.
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Heirs: Shaec
ry'el
Ry’El, youngest son of the creator Shakis, was born in shadow—ignored by his father, outshone by his brothers. Only his sister zeni saw his worth. In a cursed forest, he stumbled upon a forgotten orb, pulsing with ancient power. When he touched it, the strength of gods surged through him.
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Empowered, Ry’El sought his family’s respect. But power breeds fear, and envy festers fast. His brothers turned cold, their eyes set on the orb. In their quest for power, they were placed under a spell by Ry'el which ultimately led to them becoming pawns in his pursuit to take his father's throne.
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History would remember him not as the last son in the divine line—but as the Betrayal of All, and the traitor who led the rebellion in the War of the Divine Ménage, which ultimately led to the fall of all the Oaks.
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Heirs: unknown
