The time before the Old Gods disappeared, before the calamity that brought. They walked the world, interacting with their faithful and interfering where they saw fit.
"What of those left? Who would take responsibility of those domains left cold and empty? The Sleeper's soft murmurs are silenced, the Dreamer's kind guidance is lost. The Huntress and Warmonger's game is left unfinished. The Weaver's gentle hands are replaced by another's, unknown to us. Who are the gods we're now to call on? How are we to know them in their silence, so much like the emptiness their predecessors left behind?"~ Last Elegy: A Recount of Gods' End
"...and the Weave called out for the careful hands that had tended it since the Creator vanished, a sound like the out of tune shrieking and snapping of violin strings piercing the world. Like the cries and pleas and curses of the masses, it fell on the deaf ears of the gods that left it."~ Last Elegy: A Recount of Gods' End