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Primordials in Exalted are the original gods of creation, birthed from chaos and responsible for just about everything that came after them. They are inscrutable to the point of being Lovecraftian, and tend to focus on one concept to the exclusion of all else. To simplify it primordials are the ultimate munchkins. They're beings so hyper specialized that not only can they not perform tasks outside of their purview, they can't even understand them on a conceptual level.

2e had most of them designed around some kind of psychological disorder - while this has since been kinda-downplayed to make them more alien, you can still see the influences in a lot of them.

If looking for the elemental creatures Dungeons & Dragons 4e called by this name, check out the Archomental article.


The Primordials existed since forever in the Wyld, though they were asleep until Cytherea woke up and helped the rest of them do the same (except Oramus, who retroactively became awake for the whole time).

The Primordials are impossibly vast alien beings with multiple souls. Imagine if Cthulhu was the size of Asia and you could meet and hold conversations with his major organs, all of which have their own separate identities, goals, and powers.

They each have an overall Soul, which is their being, and that soul is composed of many subsidiary souls. They are defined by their Third Circle souls, and most importantly by their Fetich Soul (though it might be that they define their souls... the Fetich Soul contains their self-identity). Their Third Circle souls have multiple Second Circle souls, which are less important (their deaths affect the Third Circle soul less than the death of a Third Circle soul affects the Primordial). Both the Third and Second Circle souls are independent entities that can be off doing their own thing at any given time. Their Second Circle souls can have independent children (or slaves, or tools, or toys, or excretions, no two species are alike) that are First Circle souls, whose deaths do nothing to the higher souls besides occasionally offend them, being entirely separate beings from the Primordial.

Each of these souls has one or more bodies known as jouten, and the overall Primordial has a worldform jouten (with its own name) that is usually a planet or realm made of their concept (though some settle for an impossibly huge creature). Primordial souls are called devas, Yozi souls are called demons (which is more of a political distinction), and undead higher-circle souls are Hecatoncheires.

List of Primordials

Although they were originally all bros the primordial war split them into two groups. The collaborators (who got cake) and the loyalists (who got soul lobotomies). (And some were functionally permakilled, but we'll get to that later).

An altered Fetich changes the Primordial, a dead Fetich caused the Primordial to implode and become something completely new (but thematically similar), and all Third Circle souls dead "kills" the Primordial, turning it into a Neverborn.

Intact Primordials

Originally all the primordials were alive, but following the great war only two remain fully intact.

Gaia: Mother of Creation. Being one of the few primordials with anything passing for empathy she wisely sat out the war and survived. After the war she left one of her jouten back in Heaven while the rest of her fucked off into the Wyld looking for "answers" and hasn't come back since.

Autochthon: The great maker. Got sick of his jerkass brothers and sisters wrecking his crap and sided with the humans (after operating on his fetich soul to install learning). Like the flatmate of several sociopaths, he got a little worried about sharing Creation with the now triumphant (and cursed) Exalted and decided to sleep outside. Currently has a terminal illness that runs around his body trying to murder the people living inside him, who already have enough to deal with from the fact that his genius never led him to invent the safety rail since machines can't hurt him. Thanks to a bit of DIY brain surgery, he's replaced his fetich soul with himself (if your brain is starting to hurt at this point, that's normal), effectively meaning he's the only primordial able to understand things outside his paradigm; he's still terrible at it and has all the foresight of a blind lemming, but he's now capable of it to a minute degree, which is more than can be said of the other Primordials.


Malfeas, the Demon City: The Manic-Depressive former king of the Primordials. Even when he was intact he had problems wrapping his head around the concepts that other beings had opinions, or that he should care. Currently sewed inside his own stomach imprisoning his kin (or, if you're feeling unkind, turned inside-out and shoved up his own ass), he wants nothing more than to flip the proverbial table on Creation and start over, though only after torturing everything in it to death forever (at least twice). Hates everything and everyone in Creation... but hates himself most of all.

Cecelyne, the Endless Desert: One-time head judge of the Primordials and current insane desert, Cecelyne surrounds the Realm of Malfeas in an endless expanse. She was once the perfect embodiment of law and order, however completely alien to us the version of justice she personified was. Hers were the unbreakable laws by which all things were governed, and she was fundamentally incapable of even conceiving of anything ever breaking them. Which is a major part of why when Exalted Host rose up to murder and tear apart the creators of everything, breaking just about every last one of her carefully crafted statutes and receiving precisely none of the mandated punishments, it broke her. They taught her new laws through example, ones that would never hurt her by failing the way her old ones did - "the strong can do whatever they want to the weak". All of her laws are now comically unfair and hypocritical because that's the only point left to any of it; the most famous example is that all laws must be written in blue, while it's illegal for the lower classes to look at anything this colour, and it is illegal to not know the law. According to Word of God, she's the embodiment of borderline personality disorder (despite her personality fitting narcissistic disorder/superiority complexes better).

She Who Lives In Her Name, the Principle of Hierarchy: - Obsessive-Compulsive She Who Lives was in charge of order and hierarchy back in the day, and recent events have only reinforced her longstanding belief that freedom is the problem with creation. She was only narrowly convinced to give her exalts free will, and seeks to rectify the condition whenever and wherever she can. Also, blew up most of creation in a fit of pique after the war by smashing three of the orbiting crystal spheres that comprise her being into it, irrevocably reducing and damaging herself in the process. May or may not have been Malfeas's lover before both of them went balls-out crazy, and usually has her absurdly-long, problematic-for-the-books'-word-count name rendered as SWLiHN, or Swillin'.

Adorjan, the Silent Wind: Once Adrian, the river encompassing creation, she had her Fetich soul Lilike killed in the primordial war and turned into a silent windstorm. She's not really mad about it though. In fact she's happy as can be. She loves creation, she loves exalts, and she'd love nothing more than to summon up her winds and give you a big hug. Her exalts get a charm to instantly fall in love with people and then get bonuses for hurting them. She hates most sound though, hence the "Silent Wind" (and one of her charms is called Hateful Wicked Noise), so demons of Hell play loud music constantly in order to ward her off.

The Ebon Dragon, the Shadow of All Things: The original sociopath. The elemental embodiment of That Guy, or more simply, opposing other beings from their goals, which is about all he knows how to do (he had this urge before other beings had goals). He is the least mutilated of the Yozis due to a timely surrender and is still capable of (mostly) rational thought. As such he is one of the prime movers in the demon city. He was responsible for cursing the Solars (well, telling the others how to do it and fuelling it with their dying breaths) and was the driving force behind the Green Sun Princes. He is basically backstabbing everybody all the time, and if Return of the Scarlet Empress is to be believed he's so irredeemably treacherous even his own component souls are scheming against one another, risking his escape from Malfeas being foiled if one fails to or does backstab another at the right/wrong moment. So in other words, he's such a backstabbing scumbag he occasionally backstabs HIMSELF by not backstabbing people. Oh and he's also a stalker.

Kimbery, the Sea That Marched Against the Flame: The mood-swinging, passive-aggressive control freak to Adorjan's PTSD-driven obsessive stalker. If you're on her bad side she'll consume you under her acidic waves. If you're on her good side she'll lavish you with affection (usually in the form of acidic waves). Hurt her and it's an unforgivable betrayal that will see you drowned in acidic waves, get hurt by her (usually in the form of acidic waves), and it's an entirely reasonable punishment you forced her to give you. Nobody survives Kimbery's attentions for too long one way or another. Her demon-blooded descendants in Creation have basically become the inbred yokel pirate mafia.

Cytherea, the Mother of Creation: The Divine Ignition, she is the Big Bang itself. She helped wake the Primordials (except for Oramus, whose response was along the lines of "What took you so long?") and build Creation. Beyond that not much is known about her.

Oramus, the Dragon Beyond the World: When the Celestial Incarnae and the Exalted Host imprisoned the Yozi, they assured themselves that escape was impossible. Then they glanced at the primordial who defined what Is and what Is Not part of Creation and realized that extra steps needed to be taken. They broke Oramus's wings, all seven hundred and seventy-seven of them, and wrapped him up inside a shell of his own self. So now the universe's most powerful reality hacker is trapped inside himself, slowly going more and more insane as his madness warps the world around him. Needless to say, shit is going to get fun if he ever escapes.

Isidoros, the Black Boar that Twists the Skies: A yozi who takes the form of an unstoppable rampaging black hole in the shape of a boar. Likes screwing destiny and penetrating things, dislikes rules and inevitability. Unsurprisingly the cause of mountains of slash fic both in and outside of canon. Currently in a bromance with Szoreny that may or may not include a "b". Most bro-tier of the Yozis, because his purview means that he thinks the Exalted are pretty baller; in Return of the Scarlet Empress, he may even sabotage the Reclamation to give the PCs a fighting chance, and/or try to beat the shit out of Szoreny for betraying their siblings to get the two of them out of Malfeas.

Sacheverell, Who Knows the Shape of Things to Come: The Abhorrent Prophet Unimagined, also called The Lidless Eye That Sees. Another yozi who had his fetich soul killed (because that's always a good idea) and turned into a deranged seer as a result. While he sleeps he sees infallible visions of the present. If he should ever wake up he will see infallible visions of the future, forcing everyone to follow what he sees. Nobody wants Sacheverell to wake up. Sachaverell himself is asleep due to a Macbeth-style realisation that he's a bit player whose actions are utterly inconsequential in the story of the Exalted; nothing he could ever do really matters, and that knowledge has rendered him too depressed to get out of bed.

Hegra, the Typhoon of Nightmares: A mood-swinging storm of emotions and patron of traders. While she despises physical form, she loves fucking with people, demons and humans alike, by inciting riots of random emotions just to see what happens. Demons love her and rejoice at her passage due to her thunder keeping Adorjan away. She also despises thieves and gifts, considering them forms of trade in which one side receives nothing in return.

Elloge, the Sphere of Speech: Another victim of Fetich death, Elloge got gender swapped and turned into a silently moving sphere of invisible linguistic concepts. Unlike most Fetich deaths, not overwhelmingly terrible for everyone as a result. If you stumble into her by mistake, prepare to be turned into a linguistic description of yourself and engage in narrative kung fu battles with the past participle tense. May or may not want to bang Oramus due to the impossibilities in his qualia (the various ways Yozi experience things) being super-desirable to her.

Szoreny, the Silver Forest: A giant silver forest with split personality issues, Szoreny loves you, Szoreny hates you. He's the quickest way to travel around Malfeas if you don't mind running through a twisted house of mirrors inhabited by distorted clones of yourself. Probably the least maniacal of the Yozis, he's working on getting a pardon for himself and his sometimes boyfriend Isidoros so he can have his revenge at long last live in harmony with creation. (Which may or may not involve conquering it first, but go back and read Malfeas's entry if you don't think that still qualifies him as "least maniacal.") May have once gotten pregnant due to banging Malfeas's fetich soul five years before the main timeline.

Qaf, the Heaven-Violating Spear: A mountain with no base or apex, ascending him involves spiritual growth. As his lessons are infinite, his peak can never be reached. Isidoros tried once, starting a classic paradox of incompatible infinities, but reality hasn't actually broken that much: when he got bored and left, his hoof-stamp continued the ascent. He created the concept of perfection and is a bit of a guru personality-wise.

Metagaos, the All Hunger Blossom: OMNOMNOM. A gigantic swamp that eats everything that steps within his confines, including abstract concepts, because haven't you been paying attention? Escape his grasp, you'll be riddled with diseases since he's devoured your health. Fail to, and you'll become a part of him as he devour your individuality. You'll know you're getting close when things start turning grey, because he's eaten all the color. There's only one way out of him - in fact there is only one possible direction to go, because he's devoured all the other directions. Not the paths, the concepts of those other directions. He's chewed holes in himself and pieces of his brother primordials have begun to bleed through. Those who pass through may have spent hours and found days have passed, or seconds and come out years later, as Metagaos has been chewing time itself. Adorjan would like him, as he devours sounds, but she likes silence for its solace and serenity, and Metagaos has eaten those things too. Don't ever try to engage in actual combat with him - he'll probably just win by eating the abstract concept of his defeat and/or your victory.


Mardukth, Who Holds In Thrall: The Mountain and the Beast Upon It. The original king of the Primordials who served as the cornerstone of Zen-mu, the Primordial's original homeland. He could never wrap his head around if he was real or not and spent the entirety of his time in a perpetual existential crisis while asking the other Primordials who he was every other minute. The Ebon Dragon (then The Dragon's Shadow) introduced him to Malfeas (then Theion, The Empyreal Chaos) who kicked his ass by virtue of being the concept of being the king. The community really, really likes the idea that he was strangled by the Solar Queen Merela with her bare hands, but while she did do that to a primordial, the writers that invented him have made it clear there was never any intent that it be him.

Rametheus, The Wyvern Between Now and Forever: Not much is known about Rametheus other than that he was one of two Primordials to successfully flee the wrath of the Exalted rather than die or be imprisoned. It disappeared into the Wyld for a prolonged time, during which it ripped apart its own soul hierarchy much the same way the Exalts did to the Yozi, except rather than modifying it to cripple or imprison itself, it deliberately discarded whatever it used to be and warped itself into The Transcendent Concept of Minmaxing. No, seriously, it's respected as a combat machine in-universe and returned to Creation to wage a century-long hit and run campaign against the entire Exalted Host called the Aftershock War before finally being brought down (in true White Wolf fashion, this war was never detailed beyond passing mentions). That part about it actually minmaxing itself has led to the community affectionately calling it Chungira after the most famous munchkin in this fandom.

Jheel-Khan, Whose Laughter Turns the Skies to Blood: One of the first Primordials to eat shit and die during the war. Her worldform Jouten attacked one of the largest Eastern human cities, only for a circle of Solars to wipe the floor with her. Her death throes wrecked Old Sijan and formed one of the first Shadowlands, with the present-day Sijan being built on top of the old one. Definitely a Neverborn, but we're not sure which.

Lykkenan, the Cavern that Devours Cities: Another Primordial who died during the war. Has a kickass name but no fluff of any substance; presumably had something to to with earthquakes or rocks.

Cemunian, Constellation of Sinew and Dreams: Another Primordial who fought in the war - current status unknown.

Shadow Over Sun: Another Primordial who fought in the war. Briefly mentioned in Lands of Creation (p. 61) as being a Primordial, but no more than that.

Mabhaddoth, Architect of Locks: Another Primordial with nothing but a name and a title. Starting to notice a theme here? Might be the Neverborn Seven Forbidden Wisdoms, based on the connection in their names (locks/connotations of being forbidden).

Ta'akozoka, The Great Tentacled One: She was apparently Kimbery's lover, possessing power over the dead and a hunger for treasure. If the name is any indication her jouten was probably something along the lines of Great Cthulhu or the Kraken, which would be fucking awesome if she was ever elaborated on further. Ta'akozoka was killed off midway through the war when she was trapped by the Spidersilk Dam, then hacked into calamari with a starmetal blade by a Solar.

Hunanura, the Heart-Frost Unending: Yet another Primordial who died during the War with little beyond the name and title; presumably had something to do with the concept of coldness and freezing. Some homebrew fan fluff portrays them as a fucking huge glacier with a personality to match, being obsessed with slowly destroying (first emotionally, then physically) those who harmed them and reducing Creation to a giant, icy tomb.

???: Remember how there were two Primordials (three, counting Autochthon) that ran off before the Exalted could imprison or kill them? This asshole is the other one. White Wolf being White Wolf, we know absolutely nothing about them or their fate, opening the doors for the Storyteller to cook up whatever backstory they want for some major status quo-changing event.


Some of the Primordials were slain before they could surrender, struck down by Ghost-Eating Technique and other such spirit-destroying powers. Since Primordials can't even conceive of death, let alone think to program the reality they built to handle it, reality promptly shat a brick and jammed. They ended up in a torturous half-dream, half-nightmare, their bodies warped into eldritch cathedrals of obsidian and soulsteel, doomed to feel the sensations of gangrenous rot eating away at their body for the rest of eternity...

...At least, until the Black Nadir Concordant had the "bright" idea of waking five of them up to learn Necromancy from them. Now they're aware, constantly whispering to people about how they should really consider the merits of killing everything everywhere forever. Also, their name is also another name for their still-living kin (there is nothing extra, they just took a synonym and ran with it).

On the one hand, they've effectively been trapped at the very moment of death and can feel their bodies rotting forever - killing everything is the best way they can think of to simultaneously free themselves from their torment via Oblivion and give one last middle finger to the people that killed them. On the other hand, they might (canon's ambiguous on the subject) just be able to let go of their primordial forms and go off into the Wyld again, but they're forever stuck in a self-pitying downward spiral, too obsessed with their own depression and misery to actually improve their situations short of dragging everyone else down with them.

Abhorrence of Life Patron of the Dowager.

Father of Murder

He Who Holds In Thrall: While none of the Neverborn are really unique characters, this one was likely Mardukth. Patron of The First and Forsaken Lion and the Princess Magnificent. Responsible for fusing FaFL into his armour and temporarily exiling him after he fucked up the Contagion, and for turning Princess Magnificent into FaFL's servant after she fucked up against the gods.

Perfected Principle of Consumption: Patron of the Bodhisattva Anointed by Dark Waters.

Tears of Want

Whose Whispers Chain: Worshiped by the Pelagials, a species of manatee-people living in ruined underwater cities in the oceans of the West. Speaks through the mummified corpses of their princes. Could be either Ta'akozoka (based on the water and death themes they share) or Jheel-Khan (based on the inverted theme naming of the Neverborn, changing laughter to whispers and the freedom of the sky to chains).

Queen of Suicides

Speaker of the Final Silence

Seven Forbidden Wisdoms

The Dragon That Was: What the fuck did you do?! If this guy shows up in your campaign it means you (somehow?) killed the Ebon Dragon. There's not much fluff on what this means, except that it's all-but guaranteed to be bad (except in one or two cases, like plugging the Mouth of Oblivion itself or as a last-ditch attempt at stopping the Reclamation - though it's equally possible it'll just make things even worse).

The Engine of Extinction: Similarly, this is the result of what happens if you killed Autochthon, or let him die or whatever. Congratulations on turning one of the few benevolent cosmic entities in the game into the Rape-o-matic 9000.