She was made of every hue, but would ever take a form best suited to where she found herself. Her long graceful body and vast wings seemed to shine brightly over and complement exquisitely the beauty of the lands themselves. She named this, the first of its kind, Dragon. Thus she created the first sentient being to roam Eternal-Lands, a serpentine soul at home in all elements, capable of reaching to the intellectual heights of the Gods themselves.
For all the world's beauty she felt something was missing. And they created the races, wrought in their own image, yet becoming more separate as their labours split every agreement regarding creation.Īluwen, ever the innovator and bringer of life, began first to give intellect to her creations. They created Sea, Sun and Moon, to balance the smallness of things with a greatness of concept. They created inert plant and active animal, to provide the concept of time both moving and still. They began in harmony, placing the ground beneath and the sky above, giving boundaries to the perception of all who would live there. Endless conversations resolved only that their first purpose should be creation - the making of a world in which to ground their theories and test assumptions. Aluwen the creator, Elandria the preserver, Zarin the joyous, Dvar the maker, Glydoc the defender, Centau the changer and Mortos - the end of all things. Their legends speak of seven Gods, different in form as in thought, who for time without end had debated existence and reason. They tell of a great birth of life in a time beyond their reckoning. It is perhaps only fitting that our earliest and most accurate tales can be traced to the great forest abodes of the Elves. Part 1: The Gods, and the creation of the world
It is the finest work of the six races, a testament to their glories, their failures, and their Eternal Lands. This work is a tome recording our civilisation, collected to safeguard the knowledge of our forefathers. We will never know the absolute truth of these things, we can only guess from the common threads of each confused and conflicted tale, and these become yet more muddied for every passing day our times remain unchronicled. The old tales differ for every race, across each island and every different village. No-one is sure how, or when, and most importantly why we are here, and with all the dangers we face who has the time to try and answer these questions? Certainly not the Warrior, nor the Miner, Alchemist, Mage or Smith.Īll we know of the times we live in and what went before are the stories our elders tell, and the histories we believe to be true. It began in darkness, and ended in light, which is all that is certain in the forming of the world.
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