Theology Evolved?

So I was in a creative writing class my sophomore or junior year of high school and I decided to mimic my favorite genre of fantasy and wrote a very short story for our literary magazine and so hence this fantasy story.

Hunters and Travelers -- Zach Tanksley

The lake, calm and serene, cast an eerie listlessness on the group as they trudged east. The light of the sun danced along the ripples cast by pieces of flying grass and dirt. The rolling plains and hills were endless in their unoriginality. This was obviously the efforts of a procrastinating god who needed filler. Clouds floated across the screen, the only purity in this bloody hunting ground. The sky was a tormented crimson as it reflected the blood of the grounds beneath. Probably the work of some great moon mage so long ago to hide the mangled bodies of warriors who died in great battles.
Their leather armor cracked from months out there hunting. The boots were worn thin, and the once brilliant sheathes were now nearing black their hilts tainted by blood and sweat and grime. Determined looks looked for the next Glutinous Lipopod, those odd jelly like humans who had no real form but rather oozed about eating their victims. Or perhaps a water sprite, whose enticing movements had been brought to an abrupt end by scimitars, broadswords, and maces.
They were an odd group comprised of HUmans, Elves, Dwarves, Gor’Togs, Prydaens and even few Kaldarans. The human hunters of average height and build used their broadswords well not having the greatest of any one attribute but rather more well rounded. The Elves ever agile carried lighter blades such as sword swords and stilettos that could be used quickly and with minimum strength. Th Dwarves, short and compact, wielded mighty axes that cut down their opponents like the trees they removed from their homes. The Gor’Togs who mighty in strength and stamina were not the brightest on earth wielded their mauls and war mattocks, splattering or crushing their opponents. The Kaldarans, great in ego and brutality, were more of a glorified human though more or less on average disliked, wielded nearly any weapon they could get their hands on. And finally the Prydaens whose furry bodies encompassed philosophical minds and survival built reflexes. These people were a small hunting party, but a well equipped one with strengths of many races. Their was a common link among this group though. They all detested the use of of magi and instead leaned on their own abilities as warriors to help them survive the murderous world of Elanthia.
The landscape around them rarely shifted keeping a seemingly endless plain of grasses, reeds, and the occasional hunter and his kills surrounding him. Soon the group separated into pairs. A Gor’tog went with an Elf, a Kaldaran went with a prydawn, and Humans with a Dwarf.
They took their separate paths, and the first to come upon a spot worthy of hunting was the Kaldaran and Prydaen. The Kaldaran, known as Raleeth smiled at his partner, Alaynya, giving her a savage grin. He unsheathed his heavy-bladed scimitar and rested on his heels waiting for opponent. Alaynya watched the lands and gave a short hiss as a rustling in the grasses came into view. She drew her razor-edged cutlass and the both moved to a hiding spot. A group of two wood trolls and three field goblins came into view and the two warriors descended upon the goblins cutting them down with easy strokes. The goblins moaned and shuddered before ceasing all movement. Turning to face their new opponents each took a defensive stance, both knew the trolls were more difficult opponents than the goblins. The trolls hissed menacingly at Raleeth and Alaynya as they beat their war clubs against their bucklers chanting loudly.
Raleeth drew his silver-edged broadsword tossing each weapon into the opposite hand and flung himself at the troll as Alaynya parried a club with her cutlass and the battled waged on...