Not much is remembered about the time before the Panthaiads, but it is known that they were not the first gods of the Hellens. First, there were the Protogenoi, elemental and uncaring. These old ones were overthrown by their children, the titans, who were rules by the Uranides. Eventually the paranoid Uranides were overthrown by the Olympiads. Then a great cataclysm started the rule of the Baucchenae. And such was the cycle, that each generation of gods was eventually subverted by their children. In the wake of each war, humanity would have to start over from scratch, as their homes and ideals were destroyed in torrential divine will.
So it is that the Panthaiads themselves were slain in a great war. However, this time the end was not brought about by a god, or a fledgling titan. Mornthus was a human hero whose history and identity has been washed away by divine decree. Somehow, Mornthus gathered an army of mortals, exiled gods, and cursed monsters, to lead against the Panthaiad. Mornthus’ goal was the human right to self-determination. As the gods interfered in mortal affairs constantly, Mornthus believed they were the ultimate obstacle to this ideal.
Originally, Mornthus fought to slay the gods, and end the divine spark of the world. But over time, the hero realized that the divine power of the gods was indestructible, and that the restless specters of the gods could rise again from Tartarus if there was no intervention. Instead, Mornthus devoured the fallen spirits of the Panthaiad, and scattered their bodies across the Hellens. The ensuing cataclysm was terrible, but a newly ascended Mornthus protected the cities of humanity from the worst of the destruction.
Now, the Hellens are in a period of rebirth. The cataclysm destroyed many old landmarks and temples, but created new and terrible wonders that defy humanity’s preconceptions about nature and magic. In the economic collapse that followed, strange foreign tribes made their way into the the arms of the Hellens to trade and find new opportunities. Once proud Olympian races fell into hiding and exile, while barbaric races like the gigantes and the pheres found new footholds to spread and enjoy the pleasures of the city-states. A new generation toils to repair the changes wrought by the dispersing energies of the Panthaiad.
And despite Mornthus’ wish, new gods are rising from the chaos—not a unified pantheon, but individuals with their own agendas. These new gods avoid direct conflict or flashy acts of power. Instead, they act through empowered proxies and fanatics, diffusing their divine influence into their followers to enforce their wills. These new gods are smaller, wily, and discrete. Mornthus may not have destroyed the power of the gods, but the hero can find solace knowing that, in this dark age of paranoia and fear, mortal heroes have never been more important.