At the dawn of time, further back than even the oldest of races can remember, the world was caught in an age of darkness and unknowing. It was from this darkness that Nox itself was formed. From her body was born two daughters, one of Ebony and one of Gold.
The first child, Firna, embodied the darkness that follows when Chaos is let loose. The other had skin of gold and a tongue of silver, called Callad, embodying the essence of Chaos when piercing through the structures of Law. Together the sisters ascended to rule the shadowy underbelly of the divine, and their influence soon extended to the realm of mortals.
Firna embodied shadow itself, and the dangers that lurks in the darkness. Wherever she went, death followed and soon all the other divine began to avoid her, fearing her dark shadows. Firna was ever longing for death, craving it in absolution, yearning to provide the ultimate release from life to all things. She looked toward the cosmic heavens and saw the Great Void at the edge of space and time. There, she thought, she could find the true nature of darkness, and learn the secrets of true nothingness.
She left the realm of the real, stepping through the Black Vortex, and disappeared from existence, but only for a brief, cosmic moment. The Void burned at her essence in a shadowy inferno. She fell from the sky screaming in agony. Frantically grasping at the embrace of her Shadow realm, trying to hide from what she saw in the Void.
For a moment, the goddess cast no presence over the realms of either the divine or the mortals, her screams slowly dying to sobs, and then only a soft whimpering wail, as the wind howls on a starless night.
But the moment passed, and Firna emerged from her sanctuary of shadow. Her bodyno longer had any corporial form. For her eyes had seen secrets beyond the vail of the Void, and now she had become the shadow itself.
No longer did she crave unending destruction, as her Chaos-born Mother and Sister. She was content to lay in waiting, feasting in the deaths of those too young to die. Her trail became that of darkness, and her methods became sinister and subtle. She embraced Murder and Assassination over the raging death of hundreds. It was thus, that the goddess of death was truly born.
The latter child, the Golden Princess, was Callad. She was born with a much lighter heart than that of her sibling, not craving the same destruction. Rather her Chaos manifested in the opposite, favouring life over death.
Her purpose was set on the shifting perceptions of the living and the ability to abuse that which is said to be the truth and that which is law. She spent her childhood stalking the halls of the divine and even the mortal realms in a constant search to topple stability.
It was not until she happened upon the lair of of Assador, where she was caught stealing. The Dark Lord's wrath fell upon her as he lashed out with claw and whip. It is said that her face was scarred so through his punishment, that she took on the mask of the Palled Oath there, and became the goddess of treachery.