On a planet which, on the whole, is not unlike Earth, there's five major cultures (much of it is uninhabitable). Although I am ahead of myself. At one time, there was one city with a tall tower that stretched up very nearly to the gods. The gods didn't so much mind this, as they were the center of culture and often would interact with the people directly. Once the tower was built, each of the four reigning gods contributed something to it, which would help the people to thank them for the lovely monument.
Kale, the youngest of the four gods created time. This was to add order to the lives of the people so they may know when to sleep, when to eat and when to have their letters postmarked by to receive the advertised rebate on consumer electronics (That was a joke!).
Darona the youngest of the Goddesses was thought of as the pinnacle of motherhood. She covered the tower in many vines which produced berries so her children may never go hungry. It was a simple gift, but much appreciated by the underpaid workers who built it.
Peastu, who is the father of the people, bestowed upon the top floor of the tower a torch which would never expire. Although he could have placed it closer to the bottom, he thought it would look lovely glowing over the horizon, lighting the lost people of the plains to his city in the dark.
Filla the eldest, Goddess of creation (creativity, muse and the like) decorated the tower with designs telling the stories of the gods in an attractive way though pictures, so that the people may be inspired by them and continue to delight her with new ideas.
So, after a short period of rest from building the tower, a celebration commenced. The people were happy, the gods were happy. Everything was wonderful until between a few people in a tavern, a small argument broke out.
Three sisters and their eldest brother were arguing over which god contributed the best gift. Soon, curious patrons got involved, or just watched from the side. After enough people join each side, it got out of hand. People rioted to promote their god. They asked the gods, on the top of their new tower "Which one of you is best?" and there was no answer.
The three elder gods were fighting as well. Kale stepped forward with an answer. "We shall bestow upon one person each a wisdom of us, and allow the people to decide." and so it was. Each god and goddess carefully selected one person to represent them and try an appeal to the mortal people. Kale was successful in his first goal-- to stop the bickering.
The people, however, we not as peaceful. After a bit of bloodshed, one solution was clear. When the people who followed Filla left the town, the happy laugher of the Artisan's row fell silent. When the Daronins left, her vines withered and died. As the Pestuans left, the everlasting fire died and turned to ash. Only the Kalians remained.
Kale, having not delivered his incite to anyone had the most followers. Those who did not want to leave, converted to his pacifist following. He bestowed unto one boy who was just barely a man his incite. He explained the entire thing, and the people believed. They stayed at the tower, and kept track of time. It slowly returned to the bustling city it once was.
The Fillans left to the blank canvas of the western desert, and lead a nomadic lifestyle for many years, until it became more convent to live near the trading outpost. A few are still nomadic, but this is rare.
The Pestuans went to the southeast, where they came across a chain of islands not to far from the coast. They rafted across and now inhabit the near-tropical islands. Fishing is thought of as being more useful than hunting, and they are thought of as being somewhat wild (and a little vulgar) by the other cultures.
The Daronains went to the forest to the south, to live off of the plants and drink from the clear forest spring. They are gentle and kind (if you believe in stereotypes!), but aren't above eating rabbit or venison. It's said they posses some secrets of magic that the goddess revealed to them all once they arrived at the "Marking Stump" (A tree which had fallen had rings which appeared to be a silhouette of a flower and they assumed it was a holy sign; The Jury's still out).
The Kalians, however would not have peace for long. A fifth god was plotting. It was Jenri, the genderless father of the gods, who made them from his own blood. He left them to watch one little planet while he was on vacation, and it all went down the toilet. He was going to add to their mess. He bestowed his wisdom on one of the Kalians who was part of the Kalian clergy and told him to break away.
Jenri told him to go to the north, high into the snowy mountains with followers wait there until the time was right to illuminate the rest of the people. Being a simple minded mortal under the influence of a god, he did was he was told, and half of the Kalians fled. Fart past the Northern Mountains (now called the Jenrin Mountains) up to a network of caves near a hot spring. This became the center of their culture. Dark and mysterious, and not friendly to outsiders, this race is just starting to open up (as a whole).
No one knows what happened to the gods. Some say they died, some say they were killed by Jenri. Some say they are still waiting for the people to sort themselves out. Whatever the case, life has progressed for many years in the separate cultures, and the unified city-state which once existed on this rock is a fairy tale.