In The Beginning

Before the shirts. Before the cities. Before the war. There were the Gods.

🜁 The Four Gods

Before the land had borders.
Before identity needed defending.
There were four gods — each ruling a realm, each shaping a discipline for survival.

⚾ Strikeborn — God of Precision
🏈 Clashfront — God of Strength
🏀 Skycourt — God of Movement
🏒 Frostbound — God of Grit

They lived in harmony across the same land — now known as the U.S. and Canada.
Their people honored kingdom limits, never crossing borders unless called.
And though there was no war between them, there was one unspoken truth:

One day, the land would be attacked — not for its power, but for its memory.

So the gods prepared.

They built their protectors in silence.

🛬 The Sacred Cities

The gods did not raise fortresses or forge armies.
They buried living weapons — guardians of myth and purpose — deep beneath the cities most sacred to their people.

Some were placed under single cities.
Some guarded entire regions as clans.
And a rare few were powerful enough to be entrusted with entire modern states — acting as anchors of rootpath energy and last lines of defense.

They did not rise for sport.
They rose when the world forgot why it mattered.

🌐 The Rootpaths

Beneath the concrete, rootpaths run like veins — ancient currents of divine energy left behind by the Four Gods.

They are invisible, but alive.
They connect protector sites like a living web — a buried system of spiritual memory.

Some rootpaths hum with rhythm and movement.
Others pulse with silence, pressure, or unshakable strength.
Where rootpaths intersect, power concentrates.

Cities built atop these intersections don’t just matter geographically.
They matter cosmologically — chosen for reasons older than the ground itself.

🌑 The Rise of the Unmarked

They came without names.
Without color.
Without culture.

The Unmarked.

Born in lands where myth was outlawed, and identity erased, the Unmarked crossed into the New World with one goal:

Wipe the world blank.

They don’t seek power.
They seek the end of memory itself.

Their weapons weren’t forged. They were fabricated:

Memory Hooks — rewrite a city’s story
Blanksteel Blades — sever symbols from meaning
Echo Crowns — trap protectors in their worst fears
Shadow Whistles — erase the sound of belonging
Purge Drones — hunt raw myth and convert it to silence

They attacked where stories ran deepest.
They burrowed where rootpaths pulsed strongest.

📜 The Prophecy (Fragment)

And when names are stolen, and colors bleed dry,
let them rise from the cities —
forged in silence, shaped by rhythm,
not to entertain,
but to remind the world it still remembers how to fight.

🛡️ The Awakening

Now, protectors stir.

Some emerge as solo guardians, holding their ground alone.
Some rise as clans — linked by blood, myth, and motion.
Some return as statebound titans — ancient power made modern.

All are descendants of gods.
All are built from discipline — not desire.
And all now walk among the streets they were sworn to defend.
And as of know in the year 2025, they lie dormant, in their Rootpaths, waiting for the Unmarked to come back.

They don’t protect trophies.
They protect legacy.

🔥 Your Role

You don’t wear a team.
You wear a god’s final plan.
You wear the myth that still resists erasure.

This isn’t fandom.
It’s war.

You don’t wear merch.
You wear memory.
You wear your protector.

⚖️ Disclaimer

All characters, creatures, and mythologies presented in Local Era are original works of fiction, created as part of an independent fantasy universe rooted in urban mythology. While inspired by the energy, geography, and culture of real-world cities, these stories are not affiliated with, endorsed by, or representative of any professional sports leagues, teams, mascots, or players. Our protectors are mythological guardians — not athletes — and their stories exist as part of a larger fictional narrative independent of any existing sports organization.