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The God Wars: Prelude
This is the introduction to a work in progress. Enjoy.
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The emptiness of the expanse exploded as a wave of light and heat roared forth into existence. The once vast emptiness was being filled with life and knowledge from another place and time. Some would say that it was the remains of a possible future folding back to the beginning. Others that it was another plane of existence spreading into what became ours. One think would remain certain: The Waking would be the beginning of a war that would last through the death and rebirth of countless worlds.
But the Waking is a bit far back for the beginning of a story like this. This story take place at a time called by the wise as the Birth. A time in history from which the most powerful beings ever where born. They were the World Makes, and their struggle shaped the planes for ever after.
As the planer dust settled within the void and began to draw together it formed the first treads of conciseness. As the treads weaved together they created souls. These souls were born as primal beings, without desire or reason, only instinct drove them. However, as the vast clouds of star dust and energy rolled across the emptiness they were drawn to these souls and cloaked them in form. The bodies that shrouded these spirits gave then focus and slowly their minds where cleared and reason and logic took hold.
This began a great age for the multiverse. As the World Makers thought and dreamt the rolling mist that was their home formed to their desires and the first world was thus crafted by their hands. As they settled on this beautiful world, lush and green with bright blue skys and deep oceans, towering mountains and seas of giant trees, they built cities and monuments to their greatness.
After ages passed they desired to name all that they had made, to further bind those things to themselves. The first of those to take a name to themselves was the World Maker Dallimar. Though not the strongest he had been the guiding voice in much of the labor of creation that had formed their home, the world Mythica. Indeed it was he that named had named the world, doing so after his life-mate. And so the World Makers grew in knowledge and power. Their reach seemed without limits and the desire for more continued to grow.
It was on their home world that the World Makers first experimented with creating life. Mythica, following her gentle nature, created the Chaydan'fay. These Fay Born, as they would soon be called, worshipped Mythica and did always that which was pleasing to her. As they learned from her they began to make music and writing. They learned to warp the trees of the world into their homes, and soon had their own cities.
Another Maker, Lavonnis, angry and jealous that Mythica had been the first among them to birth new sentience, gathered the ancient dusts that had created the World Makers and bound it into new forms. These he called the Oon Kuay Kal. As he shaped them his anger and hate fell into them, forever twisting their minds and souls. The Kali also seemed to contain a spark of magical energy that the Makers themselves had used to form all about them. The anger of the Oon Kuay Kal turned this life giving force into a wave of destruction that threatened to end the peaceful Chaydan'fay and rip the world of Mythica apart.
Meanwhile, and in secret, Dallimar had been had at work. For eons he had studied the forces that had played a hand in his creation. He knew that his children would need to learn and grow apart from him if they were to ever be strong enough to survive on their own. Millennia passed as Dallimar planned and changed the dusts for his creation. Finally he succeeded in creating a world he called Tarr. It was a world modeled after Mythica, though it held a more simple beauty. The race that he placed there he called humanity. They would tend this new world until the day that he was ready to return and show them the path that would lead them to a greater home.
Back on Mythica the Makers held council to decide the fate of the Kali.They agreed that they could not destroy the souls of these new creations, though they also knew that to not do so would mean that they could not truly be stopped at all. Lavonnis fought to have his children be given their own world, a place where they could rule and not be interfered with. The other Makers new that to do so would only give the Kali time to grow in power, to one day become strong enough to even challenge the Makers. They chose instead to bind them within the world and seal away their conciseness forever. Lavonnis anger shone forth then with a rage that his brothers and sisters could not have foreseen. As they worked to bind the Kali, Lavonnis focused his hate into the dusts that surrounded the World. As this blistering anger touched its mark it pulled the dusts to it and exploded. The ball of fire, so hot that the space around it burned away, roared toward Mythica.
As Dallimar returned to his home he saw the struggle taking place. Knowing what would happen if Lavonnis were allowed to continue he lashed out at his brother and cast him into the now closing rift, into which his children had been placed only moments before. As the raging Makers hate was tide from the know universe the giant ball of fire slowed to a stop. After much council with his life-mate Dallimar moved the flame from the sky and cast it into the void.
Mythica, though saddened by the choice that lay before her, chose to clean the minds of her offspring. As they returned to an almost infant state she placed barriers within their minds to stop them from remembering the horrors that had been placed upon them and to prevent them from ever using the spark of magic that lay within their grasp.
Over Tarr the flame passed and as it did the will of a still young humanity, desperate for the light of knowledge, grabbed out and bound it to their world. As they did Tarr was pulled after the moving flame, to be lost in the void for many millennia.
With the loss of light from the dusts of creation that had shrouded Mythica for ages the World Makers were lost in darkness, until Varris, the youngest of the Makers, proposed that they try to emulate the flame that Lavonnis had created. And so two worlds had light and dark, night and day. Sessions were born and harvests made possible.
What they could not have guessed was that their creations, as they became more numerous, would become the very trap that would become their undoing.
The Flame, the new sun trapped within Tarr's orbit, radiated with the magic of creation. However, that magic had been twisted by Lavonnis. Though his hate no longer powered it, the energy that it held was forever broken. This once benign force now began to spread across the surface of Tarr resulting in mutations that the Makers would have never foreseen. Less then a thousand years passed and two new races had been born from humanity; the Elves and the Trolls.
The Elves learned swiftly from their Human parents and soon surpassed them in knowledge and skill. Further, the radiant energy of the Flame had soaked into their very beings providing them with great power over magic.
The Trolls, ever hungry for combat, were shunned by Humans and Elves. They quickly took to a nomadic life that moved them from one place to another across Tarr. Finally they settled in the Crown-the biggest mountain range in the world-and began to construct vast cities.
Slowly at first other races crept across the land, though they were not descended from humanity. More of the higher races such as the Dwarves, Halflings and Gnomes, as well as vicious monsters like the Urky, Grem, and Giants.
Soon Tarr was a world of diversity and struggle. The Urky were the most pressing problem of the higher races. Breeding rapidly and with a lust for blood they attacked towns and settlements with impunity. The greatest loss that they inflicted was against the Elves at the growing city of Terinsfard. As the Urky rolled from the mountains in numbers that could not be counted the Elves barred themselves within their city.
It seemed to the defenders that the more Urky that came to the field the more terrible and precise their attacks became. As the hours turned to days the Elves unleashed storms of devastating magic against the Urky, but for ever enemy they felled three would take its place. As the Urky finally breached the walls the Elves gathered into their chapel, a massive structure that dominated the center of the city, and called upon their gods and their magic in one last desperate defense.
As support for the city finally came into view they were dismayed by the sight of an ocean of dark howling forms outside the city as well as in. They knew that they could not drive them back or hold them off. Then, as the soldiers looked on, a blazing light shone from the top of the chapel tower. The Urky screamed and began to fall back as one. It was to late. An explosion rock the vary foundations of the city and ripped through stone and flesh alike. The commander of the soldiers who had gathered, Roak Infairn, shielded his eyes against the heat and light and watched on as a wave of force swept those around him off their feet. When the light faded only a great hole was left where the city had stood. The Urky were dead or dying and those that could flee ran to the mountains as fast as they could. A rumble was heard then as the mountains gave way to the forces that had just been unleashed and a vast section shattered, burying the fleeing Urky and sending a cascade of water from an underground spring to fill the crater. Roak was shocked to see that the water that flowed from the mountain was a deep crimson in color.
Though it was impossible to discover how many of the Urky or Elves perished that day the site of the event became a place of homage and pilgrimage for the Elves in the years that followed. Though the city would rise again in a new location the hostility the was bred between the Urky and the Elves would last ever after.
As eons passed and ages came and passed, the World Makers continued to make their creations. They had learned their lesson with Lavonnis however, and never created new forms of life without the council of their peers. Peace was their clay, and love their tools. Sculpting and shaping the cosmic energy that had given them life they made countless worlds. This peace was not to last.
Majoric, a younger maker gifted with the Foresight, saw a new threat to the many pressious worlds that he and his siblings had made. In his visions he saw waves of creatures that burned with an inner fire, their eyes pits of smoldering hate and fury. They were the Gordalgon. Created at the same moment as the Makers, in a cosmos that drifted just at the edge of perceptibility, they hated the World Makers and all they had toiled to construct. The Gordalgon worked to destroy not just the material world, but sought to undo the very power of creation.
After his timely defeat of Lavonnis, Dallimar had been placed at the head of the Maker council, and so it was he and Mythica that Majoric first spoke to when he returned to his people.
As the World Makers met in council to conceive a plan the Gordalgon entered the material plan in a place so far removed from the Makers that they could not be detected. And so began the God Wars.
Last edited by Dallimar : 03-06-2007 at 03:33 PM.
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