Order of the 9 Auras

The hierarchy amongst the Order is a simple one. It's led by the High Collar, who dictates scripture and what the issues the order should be focusing on. From there the Collars preach, the Walkers spread the faith, the Leashers & Muzzlers calm and stamp down on heretics, the Coats protect the faithful, and the Watchers study for their position.

Before Aurinine, untouched in his glory, blessed Thera with the presence of Man, it was plagued with foul monsters, ghoulish races and false gods. They were dark and twisted creatures and beings of deceitful malice and ill will. And the Orsai were the scum of these monsters, amidst the great and terrible beasts that existed, these were but roaches. Scuttling along underneath them, but even then they were a savage godless people. They ate and defiled anything they came across that wasn't foul like them. They spit at the false gods, and at Thera itself.

Aurinine in his mercy eliminated the beasts, locking them away in the moon. And the gods that came along with Aurinine, who objected to this act became beasts themselves, and he beat them back, pushing them into the dark corners of Thera, so their influence would not reach those he would lead. After he completed his benelovent acts, he tried to take these low beings hand in hand. And show them a better path beside him, and for this the heathens spit at him. But Aurinine is merciful and turned a blind eye to this insult, for the beasts knew no better.

Then he asked them to bathe in his auras, and he will lift him them up so that they can be filled with his presence, and the heathens mocked him. But Aurinine is not petty, and gave the lowest of the low one more chance, for none could say our lord is not forgiving. For Aurinine offered one last boon to persuade them into his light. Our lord asked them to listen to his call, to feel the power of his howl and to let it guide them. For his call brings power and if they opened their ears, they would reign on high and rule Thera in his name. For this gracious act, the gnawing roaches began to spit at him again, as they did this he froze the saliva inside their mouths until it hardened and became like teeth. And so all would witness the foulness of their people, and know not to trust these beasts forever more.

And so angry was he, righteous in his fury that he began to boil, with his rage volcanic, steam rose from him into the clouds and it began to rain. The rain poured down tenfold and huge lakes began to form across the land. So massive were these pools that the soil below began to be swallowed beneath them, so to fix the terrain he shed his golden coat, and wrapped the water up in his fur, and tied it so tightly it became of bone and skin. And when he went to dry off the bones his breath flew over it, and the bones began to breathe. The water turned to eyes and the breath became lungs, there, upon Thera under the dawn of his Aura, unfolded the birth of man. Aurinine looked into these eyes as innocent as his and he wept, perfect was his creation but he had no gifts to offer them.

Then he turned to Thera and the ones who rejected his love. And he smiled, for he wasted his gifts on beasts, but the beasts would give him a gift in return. Aurinine laid down his people on a hill and gave them one promise. As long as they bowed to him, and all the beast and heathens of the world were brought to heel, anything the sun touched on Thera was theirs. For the words of the Golden Hound were final, and we are his to command.