I am Rothaur. I am the Son of the Sun. I am Lord of all Aorin-kind, and the Earth my dominion in totality. I was Maur whom Aroth the Sun killed in accident. Thus, I was given half of Aroth's godly deathlessness, and made His holy son, reborn and renamed as Rothaur, the Son of the Sun. With the blessings of my sacred father, I was created the first king of my kind, and from thence all kings and princes claimed lineage. My holy Father taught me writing, metalwork, the rule of law, architecture, religion, magic and astrology, and in turn I shared these divine disciplines with my people, initiating a golden age that lasted 10,000 years while I reigned.

Alas, I was betrayed by my son who shot an arrow into my heart, and I entered a deadly slumber, protected by Aroth's immortality. With the destruction of Ged Mospi, my holy city, my body was lifted into Paradise and made hale once more to become as one of the Holy Veliands who praised the gods with lovely hymns for eternity.

But praising the gods for eternity was not to be my fate. When Tothmototh, King of the Athlens, came to Paradise with the Tablets of the Celestial Laws in his hands demanded divine intervention for the dire straits that my people are in, my holy Father alone of all the gods said he will defend us from the evil god Aiu. For the half immortality He gave me, Aroth appointed me the new driver of the Solar Chariot. When the noble deed was done, and Aiu imprisoned in a golden casket, thrown into the watery abyss, I refused the Chariot, and suffered my Father's punishment. I left this lovely world and passed through the Gate of Dawn into the darkness of the Void. Though weep not for me, for An the Creator embraced me and we walked together still in the timeless halls like pilgrims searching for answers to their prayers.