Found in Nature, Wrought by Wizards
The unlucky sell sword tripping into ill fortune might cross paths with one petty god birthed in a desolate heath or hollow. Across the remote places where people sprinkle salt and whisper ward words there are ninety. Tower Academics name them Elements, reducing their nature to something small and inert, but one should be wary where the Element of Gold flows, whispering poisonous desire. More than once has kin strife erupted in its wake.
The Tower Academics hold to the Tenet: though shalt not fashion an Element in thine own image. Not all with vision are so scrupulous. Also, many Tower Academics mouth words while pursuing secret passions. More than one Malevolence creeps in the moonlight, fashioned of spirits and poured into a mold shaped vaguely manlike. Their number is twenty six. It grows with the arrogance of wizards posturing for proof of their own mastery.