"Balance is not in the breath of life, nor in the hands of gods. It lies in the stillness after all has faded—when no root stirs and no spirit lingers. Only then, in the silence of an empty world, will we return to the fae, and the realm will know true peace."
 

It is that silent world in which no man walks where balance can be found - before men had cities and gods had temples there were no keepers, but a realm in which nature thrived in a cycle of life, sacrifice, and death. Where the wolf could hunt rabbit and know it would not go hungry, pass away and become the grass that allowed the future to thrive. That is how it was and that is how it should be. 
 

The descendants of man spread like wildfire, their cities and kingdoms rising from the forests and hills. They built monuments to their gods, gods who demanded worship and sacrifice, bending the natural order to their will. Life, once sacred and harmonious, became entangled in the ambitions of men and rivalries. A world in which magic seeps its infectious taint to the trees; where fires burn forests and quarrels among gods created mass destruction. It was not negligence that kept those of the fae away - the druidic gods silent; but an acknowledgement that to interfere with the realm would be to feed into an imbalance.
 

Among the druii of past and present goals to restore balance lingered an idea a prophecy of a future to come would be known; whispered in the language of the trees and carried on the wings of birds. Among druii and among man, there would come a day when balance would be restored- not through the efforts of renewal but through an end of all things involving man. When they would quell the world into one final silence that left the realm barren and man could no longer live so that the natural order could reestablish itself in silence. The rivers slowed and turned to dust. The forests ceased to grow, their roots curling inward as if retreating into themselves. The winds quieted, no longer carrying the voices of life across the lands.
 

"Let all that lives return to dust,
 

Let all that breathes be still.
 

No god shall walk this land again,
 

No hand of man shall build.
 

In silence, we shall find our rest,
 

In nothing, balance true—
 

For when all fades to endless night,
 

The realm will start anew."
 

The earth grew silent. No life stirred, no gods watched, and the druids rested within the realm of the Fae; their job complete. Balance had been restored—not in the renewal of life, but in the quiet stillness of its end.
 

Order of the Sun
 

“To will change upon the self is to change the world. Only through will can all balance be attained." 
- Awaiti
 

The sun's order serves as a council of druids who protect the balance, fighting to be the endless light in the darkness. They seek to not only comprehend themselves and nature, but to become those who heavily guard it, as well as to have a mutual respect for those who are around them. Their lives are simply one set of roots interconnected to a tree; a tree of life containing various cultures, deities, ideals, and overarching lifestyles. The belief that what's around them should be understood to the best of one's abilities and in some ways respected in order to truly understand the balance.
 

“The stars awaken a certain reverence,

because though always present, they are inaccesable;

but all natural objects make a kindred impression,

When the mind is open to their influence.

Nature never wears a mean appearance.

Neither does the wisest man extort her secrets,

And lose his curiosity by finding out all her prefection.

The flowers, the animals, the mountains,

Reflected the wisdom of his brightest hour.”

                                                                      Excerpt from "NATURE"
 

“To find purity is to understand that it requires one's own will”

Though those within the order actively seek to understand other cultures around them, and the various lifestyles so that they can better comprehend their own job they still believe that dark-spawn and those of darker arts are impure and a taint even to the tree whose roots create this realm. Ontop of this; It is an accepted truth that even the attuned druii that follow the creed’s teachings are still Descendent and are inherently unnatural and impure to the Balance. This simply means that, as impure servants to the Wild Gods and the Balance, we must never assume our right to anything. Our right to life in the natural world, and to death in the Eternal Forest, must be earned by proving ourselves to the Wild Gods.

Beliefs
 

The way of the sun is one of intriguing descent, where everyone is welcome and there is no set culture that one must follow, shunning the ideals of druidism requiring an ame heavy culture around it to focus more upon the cycle of life and the balance itself. Following along in their ideology for respect towards culture would lead one to find respect for not only their own beliefs but those around them. Their goals to comprehend others to a better extent to make communication itself better.
 

Freedom is a core in which unites one body in peace and content; Members of Asul’fiyem finding peace in the ability to freely roam the world - encouraged to do such, so that their expertise could be vastly expanded across the lands. 
 

 The balance isn't a cycle of constant peace. Instead an entity that is under constant pressure and change, where everything is a part of it but moving and creating new ideals and styles, something that the order believes they should change with - create new ideals and lifestyles that flow like the rushing river. To live in sync with change instead of trying to stop it - but to prevent what is unnatural such as voidal rifts and taints, and the work of necromancers.
 

Ilmyumier

Those of the order bear markings created to represent the sun and moon as an endless cycle of both chaos and peace- life and death; a balance within a world that is made up of ‘one tree with many roots’. The ideals they stand upon and fundamentals of a sun permanently shining to show there is always light even in the dark. More often than not the druids of the order infuse their markings with kuila so that they may glow even in the darkest of places.



 

Structure
 

Suns Conclave - 

All are considered equal within the order of the sun, however a wild council is elected by those within the order to represent the druii and spearhead the work ensuring proper communcations among druii. They are role models and those who lead the order.
 

Ràithean  of  Sacrifice - Zaelyn Arvellon
Ràithean of Life - [VACANT]
Ràithean of Decay - Brother Surf
 

Wayfarer -

Members of the order that are attuned and learning various druidic arts. These are both teachers and students who all work in unison to learn from one another. 
 

All can teach through their own means and ideals - so long as they are doing it in favor of their duties therefore there is no set of tasks or trials which specifically have to be completed - but centered around what makes the dedicant learn and progress best for themselves. It is common among this order to send students out to other teachers and the wild council to ask questions - or even ask if another may have a task they believe is fit for the Neophyte.
 

Neophyte -

Those who are regarded as Neophytes are dedicants as well as those who are seeking to learn about the order - and those within it. Thus anyone undergoing trials or seeking knowledge from the order is referred to as a Neophyte.
 

Rites and Traditions
 

Rite of Passage
 

Death is an acknowledged part of the cycle for most sects of  druidism. While it is a somber occasion for most, with many followers being closely knitted in the pursuit of balance, it is also a cherished passing. The duties are dangerous and those who commit to them lead uncertain lives while seeing them fulfilled, sometimes offering a sacrifice of their own soul to repair what has been broken. All druids of the order are given an honorable, respected, and grateful funeral in the hopes of ushering their spirits faster into the Eternal Forest. The dead are laid upon a pyre and sent out over open water - arrows blazing with flame each shot by a druid to remember the fallen warrior. The fire remains lit until the body is burned to nothing and returned to the earth to fertilize the soil living upon the lands that druii once protected. 
 

Attunement
 

When a druii is attuned to nature it is something regarded as a celebration of someone new choosing to walk the path and join the order. Often attunements are regarded with others of the order watching in reverence until the newly attuned druid rises from the water to speak their totem aloud - met with their totem being chanted by those lingering around and blessings of good faith. Gifts to assist in their endeavors of a druid or unique trinkets can occasionally be given as the day is spent celebrating sometimes with feasts or just lingering in the company of those who are regarded as near family.