Cult of Kaadan

The Cult of Kaadan is a decentralized group based around the purification of magic in all of its forms. They reject the teachings of the elves, instead believing in a pure magical font deep within the world. They believe The Ancients found this font and wrote about it upon the few stones and plates that remain. The elves, being creatures of fae, seek to change this world more to their liking. They are poisoning this world through the use of faerie magic, encouraging other magicians to do their bidding.

Most of these wells occur near Corvis, which is considered one of the most holy places among its members. Llannoth the Lich King was released upon this world by an elf and her magician lackey - a human turncoat.

Most members of the group are gathered in small numbers to avoid drawing too much attention. There are several abbeys built around strong wells north of Corvis.

The Hand of Kaadan is the official title of the Abbot of a well. Their word and authority is absolute inside the abbey. Members are free to leave the well and seek enlightenment elsewhere, but such things are considered a failing.

The Hand of Kaadan is the scholar, but the Fist is the soldier. The enemies of humanity surround it and most are not aware. The job of the Fist is to train the members of the well to resist their siren call and deal with those who do not accept the truth. The Fist does not train warriors, but instead those willing to defend the faith - those willing to take back their birthright.

All members must study the language and arts of The Ancients. The Ancients often depicted themselves as powerful beasts - for the beasts of this world are reflections of the will of the font. If one is depicted with the strength of an ox, they would be depicted with the legs, arms, or face of an ox. Likewise for the tiger, leopard, eagle, bison, and serpent.

All natural life of this world flows from the font. Those who are not of the font are unnatural. These outsiders must be purged from this world or the true sons and daughters of this world will never know peace. The humans are the true decedents of this world, they carry the mantle of The Ancients upon their brow.

Humanity must be awakened to the presence of these outsiders. They have blessed people with their gifts and so seek to sing them to sleep so they can steal their birthright.