The Creation (CR)
This is an Era
This Era of the Mythical Timeline spans between 1 Billion years ago and 100 Thousand years ago lasting: 999.9 Million years
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It is the era where the greater limit was erected and the gods created the world inside it.
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Erecting The Greater Limit
To shield their creation from the influence of the Far Realm, Aena and Kryela erected The Greater Limit at the core of the The Eternal Workshop, a protective barrier that sealed the center of the The Eternal Workshop and the prisons of Tharizdun from the madness of the The Far Realm, but also confined the Cosmic Dreamers to indirect influence. The sheer magnitude of their cosmic power was such that direct involvement could risk shattering the delicate balance of The Greater Limit itself. In an intricate dance between creation and restraint, the cosmic architects chose to work through subtle channels, guiding the shaping of reality without jeopardizing the very barrier meant to protect it. This delicate equilibrium ensured the preservation of their wondrous creation while maintaining the integrity of The Greater Limit against the overwhelming forces at play. However, their work was not without flaw, some aberrations were able to enter their creation before the Greater limit was created, sealing them inside.
The Birth of the Vast Void
Within the The Greater Limit, a vast void was created, and into it, the True Gods were sent to continue their crafting. Aena and Kryela filled the void with untamed primordial forces, infusing it with the raw essence of creation. The void was like a canvas empty and full of potential, and the primordial elemental forces, those were to be the colors. These wild and potent energies were to serve as the very building blocks with which the True Gods could shape and craft the tapestry of reality itself.
World-Shaping with Elemental Energies
The True Gods used the primordial elemental energies to create worlds above it all, supported by the ether and the elements. They forged the ethereal plane and the metaphysical planes, using the elemental energies to shape the very fabric of reality. The True Gods started their work and divine collaboration.
The Creation of Solis
Creation
Before the sun, the world was a void veiled in darkness, glimpsed dim light from scattered elemental forces. Pelor, in his wisdom, envisioned a beacon of hope against evil. After contemplation, he realized that this light required a True God’s Divine Spark.
Faced with the dilemma of sacrificing an innocent comrade, Pelor, in a divine act, he decided to do the unthinkable. Using his flaming scythe, he made the unparalleled sacrifice—separating his head from his body. Pelor’s selfless act touched the other gods, who sang a mournful song. Yet, Pelor’s story continued. The Over-Deities granted a unique grace—they returned his divine spark to the world so that he could endure. With fiery grace, Pelor’s body rekindled, a radiant light replacing his head. Pelor’s resurrection doubled the sun’s glow, rejoicing in the grand narrative of Aeloria. His sacrifice, a tale of hope and compassion, became etched in the cosmic tapestry.
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The Creation of Aeloria Itself
Creation
Aeloria, the planet, has many creation myths but one of the most known myths is the one of Menrogia and Melora.
In the primordial Creation Era, where elemental forces danced in chaotic symphony, there emerged a colossal serpent named Menrogia. This majestic creature, a ruler of myriad elements—water, earth, metal, and air—towered over the realms, known by names such as Ouroboros and Jormungandr.
Menrogia, driven by insatiable greed for power, sought dominion over all things, exploiting the natural and free for personal gain. As he amassed soldiers and subjects, his rule spread like wildfire, consuming the essence of the elemental forces that surrounded him.
However, amidst his reign of power, a prophetic revelation struck fear into the heart of Menrogia. A seer foretold, ”By that which eludes your command, thou shalt be undone.” Terrified by the impending doom, Menrogia, in a desperate bid to escape his fate, turned on those he once trusted. Betrayal echoed in the air as subjects, troops, and allies were mercilessly purged from his kingdom, leaving a trail of destruction.
Fearing the inescapable reality of his doom, Menrogia hid in a deep cave and sought unnatural allies twisting the remains of his former subjects into abominable creations. With these monstrous beings, he forged a malevolent spear, an affront to the very fabric of reality itself.
Yet, Melora, the wildmother, could not remain indifferent to the suffering inflicted by Menrogia. She heard the cries of families torn apart by his tyranny, and her divine presence resonated with the pain of the exploited elements. In response, she assumed various forms—a soaring eagle in the sky, a graceful fish in the ocean, a powerful jaguar running through fields—and embarked on a relentless pursuit of the serpent.
Menrogia, sensing the approach of the goddess, coiled in his cave, awaiting the inevitable confrontation.
As Melora approached the shadowed cave, Menrogia, coiled in the darkness, questioned, ”Why dost thou hunt me?”
”For thy sins against that which is natural,” replied Melora, her voice resonating with divine authority.
”Begone! I am the ruler of this land, the owner of all that is,” retorted the serpent defiantly.
Melora smiled, her eyes reflecting ancient wisdom, and said, ”Thy throne is dirt, thy crown is rusted, thy subjects are dust, thy wine is mud, and thy food is worms. Thou art now the sovereign of delusion.”
”The blame for the sins of mine lies solely at thy feet. I, a monarch, speak words as honeyed venom, my purpose, dominion. Thine, not the same. Thou shouldst yield to my will, as all else erstwhile hath.” Menrogia demanded, gripping a spear crafted from the twisted remnants of his subjects.
In a swift motion, Menrogia attacked, piercing through Melora’s chest. Undeterred, she approached the serpent holding the spear, wounded yet resolute. Seizing Menrogia, she held him in an unyielding grip, and the serpent, for the first time, felt true dread—a prey cornered by a wild wolf.
”Thou art a fool! All was erstwhile beneath thy sway, verily. But the sole thing thou couldst never master was thine own dread and avarice. This befell unto thee as thou didst strive to spurn fate. Rather than embracing it tranquilly in due course, thou didst recoil in shame. So harken, all things, whether grand or diminutive, must encounter their cessation; refusal thereof is solely the arrogance of fools.” Melora declared, her words echoing in the cave. The goddess’s eyes sharpened, and her maw opened to bite the serpent, like a lion before finishing its prey.
As panic seized Menrogia, he attempted to bite Melora first, aiming to poison her. Unyielding, Melora grabbed the serpent’s tail and forced it into Menrogia’s own mouth. The serpent, in a desperate bid to escape, accidentally poisoned itself, undone by something he could never control—his own fear.
With Menrogia defeated, Melora, recognizing the potential of the serpent’s body, used it to shape and create Aeloria, the world born from the remnants of a fallen tyrant. However, the seers of the elements issued a warning prophecy: ”The monarch, in a different guise, shall return, in a distinct era’s prime.” The echoes of fate reverberated through the cosmos, signaling that the story of Menrogia’s legacy was far from over.
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Realms of Bright and Dark
Some True Gods favored bright creations more than dark ones, and vice versa, while others loved both equally. To resolve this, they created realms to segregate the creations: the bright Feywild, the dark Shadowfell, and the middle ground called the Prime Material. These realms mirrored each other, allowing the True Gods to continue their collaboration while accommodating their diverse preferences, that was the birth of the Echo Planes.
Creation of Pyrosphere
Creation
According to the ancient beliefs passed down through the ages, the origin of Pyrosphere is intricately woven into the divine tapestry of Moradin, the god of forgecraft and creation. In the celestial realm, Moradin found himself reliant on the radiant heat of Pelor, the sun god, to fuel his masterful creations. Despite Moradin’s gratitude and respect for Pelor’s warmth, the stoic god knew that true pride existed only in self-sufficiency.
Driven by an unwavering determination to forge a source of heat independent of Pelor, Moradin embarked on a cosmic endeavor. He reached out into the cosmic expanse, seizing stars that glittered in the night sky. Mixing the fiery essence of these celestial bodies with the very ground beneath his divine feet, Moradin infused his own burning blood into the concoction. With unparalleled craftsmanship, Moradin crushed and molded the mixture until it radiated with the brilliance of sunfire.
In an awe-inspiring display of divine power, Moradin hurled the burning magma into the heavens, creating Pyrosphere—an eternal source of heat that he could perpetually access. The blazing planet became a testament to Moradin’s ingenuity and self-sufficiency, a fiery orb in the cosmic ballet, forever fueled by the celestial fires of Moradin’s creation.
As the fire giants and dwarves, Moradin’s children, emerged into existence, their admiration for the art of forgework caught the god’s attention. In response, Moradin decided to craft a new mixture, one that would reside at the core of Aeloria, the planet he had forged with his brothers and sisters. This molten core served as a gift to his children, providing them with the raw materials needed for their own works of metallurgy and craftsmanship.
Legend has it that Moradin, utilizing Pyrosphere as a boundless forge, forged weapons of unimaginable strength. Many of the divine weapons wielded by the gods during The Great War of the gods were said to have originated from the fiery depths of Pyrosphere. Whispers persist that deep within the planet’s core lie remnants of Moradin’s failed weapon prototypes, hidden in the searing heart of the world he created. The echoes of divine craftsmanship and the clanging of celestial hammers resonate throughout Pyrosphere, a testament to Moradin’s enduring legacy as the celestial blacksmith of the cosmos.
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The First Spell
According to ancient myths whispered among the scholars and mystics of Aeloria, Corellon’s Grace is said to be the direct result of the very first arcane spell cast by Corellon, the Spellfather and god of magic. The legends speak of the incomprehensible raw power unleashed during this momentous event, giving birth to the celestial marvel that graces the night skies. It is believed that the tremendous magical energy infused within the comet’s essence is a testament to the god’s unparalleled mastery over arcane forces, making Corellon’s Grace a symbol of divine magic in the world.
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Creation of Life
With the land still barren, the True Gods decided to fill it with life. First, Melora, the goddess of nature, created the very first tree, and from it, all animals and plants emerged, designed by the capricious Wildmother.
The Creation of Many Creatures and Mossloch
Creation
Tales told to children before they sleep speak of Mossloch as a colossal moss-covered lake, where Mazatl resides. Mazatl is an axolotl created by Melora, the wild mother and goddess of the wild and the seas.
Before the creation of many creatures of Aeloria, Melora crafted Mazatl as a small creature with a big heart. Mazatl’s purpose was to swim in the seas of Aeloria and advise the living creatures that Melora would create. Mazatl diligently aided her mother, and they became inseparable.
As Melora created plants, Mazatl taught them to dance with the winds. When fireflies were brought into existence, Mazatl looked at the stars and taught the small insects to glow like them. Together, they shaped and nurtured countless creatures, from the smallest to the largest.
However, when Melora created the Dragon-turtles, she realized that Mazatl was so tiny that she might be at risk of being crushed or eaten by her own creations. Fearing for Mazatl’s safety, Melora bestowed upon her powers over regeneration and immortality, promising eternal care.
Over time, thanks to Melora’s constant love and care, Mazatl grew into a giant axolotl too big for the seas of Aeloria. In response, Melora decided to create a lake, as vast as Mazatl needed, filled with her favorite plants and creatures, covered in moss. This became Mazatl’s new home, Mossloch.
Delighted with her new abode, Mazatl chose to stay and protect the creatures within. Melora, realizing that her friend now had a home all for herself, placed the lake in the sky of Aeloria. This way, Mazatl could always see her mother and her creations, and Melora could visit her cherished friend.
Thus, Mossloch came into existence. To commemorate Mazatl, Melora created small images of her in the form of axolotls, placing them in the lakes and rivers of Aeloria. And so, the myth of Mossloch’s creation became a cherished tale passed down through generations.
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The Desire for Consiousness
Desiring beings with consciousness, the True Gods created realms for conscious existence—the metapsychic planes to hold all thoughts and dreams.
Emergence of Powerful Beings
The True Gods first crafted powerful beings. These beings were the first mortals with consciousness and free will, capable of shaping the world around them, They emerged from the primordial energies, embodying the essence of the elements and the realms they inhabited. Among these creations were the giants, the fey, the elves and the dwarves, each being shaped by the divine hands of the True Gods.
The Giants
The giants were forged by Kord and Moradin. Moradin had created the first and biggest mountain, and Kord impressed by the creation, decided to climb to the very top of the mountain to see the world from above. As he strode unstoppable as a unyielding storm, he reached out his hand and grabbed the pure elemental forces of the world, dragging them with him to the top of the mountain. During his climb, the elemental forces joined with parts of the mountain, the hills from below, the stones from the mountain, the ice from the top, the fire from the magma, the clouds from the sky, and when he reached the top, he shaped created a mighty storm to lift himself above the mountain, imbuing the storm with the elemental forces he had gathered as a final gift to the world. And thus the first giants were born, each embodying the elements of the world.
The Fey and the Elves
The fey, sung into existence by the Ainulindalë, emerged from the very first tree. Selecting some fey, the elves were born, all shaped by the song of the gods, composed by Corellon. Corellon created the Eladrin, the Sun Elves and the Moon Elves, each with unique characteristics and abilities inspired in the leaves, the branches, and the roots of the first tree. The Sun and Moon Elves migrated to the Prime Material, eager to explore. As time took it’s course, the Eladrin remained in the Feywild, unchanged by the passage of time as the plane itself was. The Moon Elves became the drows, and the Sun Elves became the other elven subspecies, such as the wood elves and the high elves.
The Dwarves
After the elves, the dwarves were created by the The Allhammer, utilizing parts of the giants. Sturdy creatures, the dwarves were forged into existence. Like the elves, they desired exploration, digging out of the mountains to explore the surface.
Sehanine Creates the Aelorian Moon
Creation
Tales recount the genesis of the Moon, crafted by the delicate hands of Sehanine, the Moonweaver. In the Creation Era before the celestial body adorned the heavens, the sky lay barren, a vast expanse adorned with only small sparkling stars that stirred within the goddess a sense of longing.
As time unfolded its ephemeral tapestry, Sehanine resolved to fill the celestial emptiness with a luminous presence. She embarked on a quest to discover the means to adorn the heavens. Her journey began by tethering 42 sparrows to strings, achieving the perfect equilibrium—neither too few to carry her aloft nor too many to burden the innocent avians.
With the sparrows as her ethereal chariot, Sehanine ascended into the night sky. As she gazed downward, a panorama of mortal life unfolded beneath her. Tallmen reveled in wonder, innocence, and joy. The leaves of trees danced in the nocturnal breeze, and the lights of fireflies sparkled in exuberant celebration, casting their glow upon tranquil lakes.
“How beautiful,” Sehanine smiled, her voice a gentle caress upon the night. “This world given by our mothers and tended by my siblings truly is a wondrous place.”
Enchanted by the beauty of humanity, the Moonweaver also beheld the gradual dimming of their luster as time wore on. The once-vibrant connections between mortals began to fray, love became tarnished by indifference, hatred festered in the hearts of the envious, and the wonder of innocence was replaced by the weight of experience, their joy became fleeting. The leaves of trees withered and fell, and the lights of fireflies dimmed, casting the tranquil lakes into shadow.
“These mortals of creation, they glow so brightly, yet their light fades with the passage of time. I shall find a way to preserve their beauty, to keep their wick from corroding,” Sehanine mused, her heart heavy with the weight of her thoughts. “I must adorn the heavens with a light that will never fade, before I can return to the world below. This light will be eternal and beautiful, so I can mirror it in the world below.”
Guided by the stars, Sehanine traversed the cosmos, encountering myriad planets, each hosting its own splendor, secrets and denizens. Along her celestial odyssey, she forged quick friendships with the denizens of the cosmos, learning from them the intricacies of existence and the beauty of the universe.
Among her cosmic companions, the Moonweaver met a wise fox who imparted profound lessons. From the creature, she learned the intricate balance of delight and responsibility that comes with forming attachments. The fox -sitting beneath a tree alongside Sehanine, said, its voice sturdy and wise like an old oak, “To love is to be vulnerable, to give your heart to someone you trust, and this vulnerability cannot be captured in words.” The fox’s words resonated within Sehanine. “Maybe this love is what I seek, maybe it will never fade, and I will paint my gem in the sky with it, so that it blesses the world below.” she thought before the fox continued. “But remember, love is not just a gift; it is a responsibility, a duty to care for the one you love, to see within them what eyes cannot see. The time you spend with them is what makes them special, unique among ten thousand others.” concluded the wise fox.
The Moonweaver nodded, as the words of the fox resonated within her mind. “Then I will tend to my light and make sure it always glows strong.” she whispered to herself. Sehanine’s stay with the fox was the longest of her journey until then. That creature had been the only one that could make her stay for more than a day. With gentle laughter and wise words, the fox was a true friend to the Moonweaver. As the time came to part ways, tears flowed from Sehanine’s eyes, as a goodbye gift the fox imparted her with a last bit of wisdom “The most meaningful aspects of existence are not seen by the eyes, but by the heart” and with that, returned to his den and Sehanine continued her journey.
During her celestial sojourn, the goddess landed on a cold and isolated rock floating through the cosmos. There Sehanine encountered a singular flower—a creation of simplicity and delicacy, carrying only five petals of a pastel blue. The goddess, endless by nature and filled with glorious purpose from the beginning of time, found herself mesmerized by the simple beauty of the flower. The flower had no reason to exist there, no purpose to fulfill, yet it was there at the furthest reaches of the cosmos, blooming in the void. A flower without anyone to see it, to appreciate it, or to smell its fragrance.
The flower growing in such a desolate place confused the goddess. She lowered herself to the flower’s level, her eyes filled with curiosity. “Why are you here, alone in the void, with no one to see you, small one?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. The flower, its petals dancing in the celestial breeze, replied with a voice as soft as the moonlight. “I am here because I exist, as the cosmos is, so am I. That reason is enough for me. Even if no one sees my struggle, I alone bring beauty to this place. The flower before you has no glorious purpose, no grand destiny, unlike your kind, but I will spend my short existence, working to make a diference in this desolate place, until the end. For I need no one to see me, to appreciate me, to smell my fragrance. I am enough for myself.”
The words of the flower resonated within Sehanine, her soul stirred by the flower’s simple yet profound statement. “You speak with reason, small one. You truly are enough for yourself, and that makes you so special.” she replied, her voice filled with admiration. “Allow me to stay here with you and admire your beauty, so it may not be lost to the void. For you do not have the need for others to see you, but I insist on seeing you, as you are truly special and it pains me to think that your beauty will be lost to the uncaring expanse above us.” she continued. The flower, had its petals shake in a gentle breeze, as it nodded in agreement. “My words would be tainted with lies if I said that I did not want you to stay with me, for I find joy in your presence and I do not wish to be alone in this place. We have little in common, goddess, but I feel a connection with you, I hope you won’t object if I regard you as a friend.” the flower replied, its voice filled with warmth.
As time unfolded, the goddess and the flower shared moments of joy, and the Moonweaver found herself enamored by the beauty of the flower that blossomed strongly every day, painting, singing, writing, and working to make her small world a more beautiful place. The flower, in turn, reveled in the goddess’s presence, basking in the warmth of her love. The days passed like a gentle breeze, carrying with them the fragrance of the flower and the radiance of the goddess.
“Why have you traveled so to this place, goddess? The home of the other children of your kin is so distant from my horizon, yet you traveled so far.” the flower asked her companion. “I search the cosmos for a light that will never fade, never wane, or corrupt itself with time, so that I can then make the children of my kin see it and never let their own light fade,” Sehanine answered, watching the stars above. “I will be sure that such light glows forever, with a beauty like yours, so that all can understand the beauty of a world with you.” she continued.
The flower shook its petals, a gentle breeze carrying its fragrance to the goddess. “oh, how you misunderstand my beauty, my love. My charm is not in my petals, my fragrance, or my colors. It is in my actions, in my words, in my work that will exist only for the two of us, for this brief life that I have. This intimacy, understanding, and feelings we share for this speck of time we have at this place could never be accurately depicted by any art in the cosmos. Our love is unique, and that is what makes it so special.” the flower answered with a gentle smile. Sehanine nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of the flower’s words. “I am grateful for your presence, my love. I will cherish every moment we share, for you are truly special to me.” she replied, her voice filled with deep love.
Sehanine chose to dwell with the flower, savoring every fleeting day of its existence. Their days were filled with happiness, their love radiating a brilliance that surpassed the celestial bodies yet it was only visible to the two of them. As the years unfolded like a gentle breeze, and the flower aged, a day arrived when the once-young flower shed tears.
“Why do you weep, my dear?” inquired Sehanine with concern.
“My leaves are heavy, my petals wrinkled. I fear the inevitability of death, the weight of regret, and the thought of being perceived in this withered state, by you. I knew that my time was short, but it is hard to accept that the end of my existence is approaching,” the flower replied, its voice now shaking as her petals. “In my youth, I dreamed of breaking free from my roots, longing to dance among the heavenly bodies with you.” confessed the flower.
Sehanine, moved by compassion, offered a solution. “I can make your wish come true, but to sever you from your roots will hasten your demise. I fear the loss of you.”
The flower gently shook her head. “I, too, fear the parting, for our love, though profound, is bound by the finite threads of existence. I yearn for you, yet I am not destined to be forever yours.”
“I wish to stay, if you would allow me to,” Sehanine declared, her voice tinged with both affection and sorrow. “I want to witness your joy and be the reason for your smile during each of the remaining days we share, so that when you leave me, you will leave with a smile on your face, knowing that you were loved and cherished by me until the very end.” she continued.
The flower smiled, agreeing with the goddess’s proposal to stay together until the end. The days passed, and the flower’s petals began to wilt, its colors fading, and its fragrance diminishing. Sehanine, her heart heavy with grief, watched as the flower’s life ebbed away, its petals falling gently to the ground, and then the flower was no more.
Bearing the weight of grief, Sehanine decided to create a lasting memorial for her beloved flower. She had understood that a never-fading light was not
the answer to the beauty of the world, for there is beauty in even the most fleeting of moments. The Moonweaver, with tears in her eyes, tethered the sparrows to the flower’s former abode and carried it to her celestial home, Aeloria.
Naming the flower’s dwelling as the Moon, Sehanine blessed the Moon with a heavenly motion, orchestrating a cosmic dance, allowing the Moon to twirl with Aeloria in a union that mirrored the dance she and the flower could never share. She declared that the light of the Moon would wax and wane, just like the flower’s life, so that all could understand the beauty of a light that was fleeting, yet always present.
In gratitude for the profound experience of love, Sehanine, once a seeker of an eternal light, became the creator of a celestial spectacle that adorned the skies of Aeloria.
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Creation of Various Species
Following these events, the True Gods continued their creative endeavors, bringing forth a multitude of diverse species and creatures to inhabit the vast expanse of Aeloria. Among these creations were the nimble halflings, the inventive gnomes, the formidable orcs, the enigmatic sphinxes, and the powerful archfey, among many others. Each species bore unique characteristics and qualities, contributing to the rich tapestry of life woven by the divine hands. The order of creation after the creation of the dwarves often varies depending on the source, but it is known that the last humanoid species created from the True Gods were the tallmen. The humanoid species that came after them were created by either artificial means or altering existing species.
The Creation of The Archfey and The Fey Sisters
Creation
During the Creation Era, Corellon, the god of Magic, crafted the fairies with the Ainulindalë song. Seeking greater power, he created the Archfey, but he was still unsatisfied. He then created twin archfeys based of his mothers Aena and Kryela: Titania, ruling the Seelie Court, and The Queen of Air and Darkness, sovereign of the Unseelie Court.
Titania, radiantly benevolent, found love in Oberon, one of the archfeys under her father’s creation. In celebration of their union, Corellon fashioned a celestial gift. He collected one of every herb, plant, tree, and leaf, creating a luminous gem named Verdantia. This radiant gem adorned the sky, accompanied by a magnificent ring crafted from the ice of the coldest mountain peak.
Envious of her sister’s celestial gift, The Queen of Air and Darkness approached Corellon. With a tender touch, he gathered the essence of snowy clouds and one of every flower in existence, crafting another celestial gem named Gelana. This gem, infused with a powerful ring of Corellon’s own magic, joined the celestial ballet above.
Thus, the Twin Sisters Binary system was born — a cosmic dance of Verdantia and Gelana, symbols of the delicate balance between light and shadow in the Feywild. The rings of ice and magic embellish these celestial bodies, captivating the hearts of all who gaze upon the enchanting ballet of the Fey Sisters.
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The Creation of The Satyr
During the years of creation, all the gods would often gather to celebrate their creations, during one of these grand celebrations, the night sky was illuminated by a thousand stars, and a great bonfire roared in the center of a divine gathering. The air was filled with laughter and joy as the gods feasted and reveled in the splendor of their creation. Among the gods were Melora, the Wildmother, and , Corellon, The Spellfather, both renowned for their love of nature and artistry. As the night wore on, the festivities grew even more exuberant. The gods danced and sang, their spirits lifted by the beauty of the night and their creations. Yet, amidst the celebration, Melora and Corellon felt that something was missing. The music, though divine, lacked the wild, untamed spirit that they both cherished.
”Corellon,” said Melora, her cheeks flushed with the warmth of wine and the glow of the bonfire, “We need beings that can embody the essence of the wild and the joy of creation. Beings that can dance and sing with the freedom of the wind and the beauty of the stars. What say you?”
Corellon, equally inspired and slightly tipsy, smiled and nodded. “You speak true, Melora. Let us create beings unlike any other, beings naturally gifted in dance and song that can bring the untamed spirit of the wild, to our celebrations and inspire us with their artistry.”
With a shared glance of mischief and creativity, and a few more sips of wine, mead, ale and beer. The two gods set to work. Corellon gathered the finest colors from the Feywild and his tools made and Melora plucked the goats she created that same day, the finest of them all, and brought them round the bonfire. Together, they began to paint the goats. With each stroke, their fur became a canvas of vibrant hues, swirling with the colors of the forest and the Feywild. The magic of the paints seeped into their very beings, as a final touch, Corellon and Melora brought the very first tree next to the bonfire, and from it, they plucked the finest leaves and branches, and adorned the goats with them, the leaves and branches grew into their fur, and their horns became adorned with flowers and vines. As the magic of the tree seeped into their very beings, the goats began to change. And when the transformation completed, the once ordinary goats stood before the gods as new creatures —satyrs, with the lower bodies of goats and the upper bodies of playful, fey beings. They had horns adorned with flowers and vines, and their eyes sparkled with the mischievous light of freedom.
Immediately, the satyrs picked up instruments crafted from nature itself—flutes made from reeds, drums from hollowed logs, and lyres strung with the finest vines. They began to play, their music wild and enchanting, filling the air with melodies that resonated with the heartbeat of the earth and the laughter of the wind. The gods were entranced. They danced and sang along with the satyrs, the celebration reaching new heights of joy and merriment. The satyrs’ music was a gift to the gods, a testament to the spontaneous creativity and love of life that Melora and Corellon embodied.
“Well done, my friends,” said Corellon, his eyes shining with delight. “You shall be known as the satyrs, the bringers of music and dance, the guardians of revelry and joy.” Melora nodded in agreement, her smile radiant in the firelight. “May your music echo through the forests and meadows, bringing laughter and celebration wherever you go. For your celebration is a reflection of the divine joy that brought you into being.” The satyrs embraced their role with delight.
After the festivities, the satyrs roamed the forests and meadows of the Feywild, their music echoing through the trees and the rivers. They danced under the twilight sky, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves and the whisper of the wind. And wherever they went, they brought joy and merriment, their music a testament to the wild, untamed spirit of creation that flowed through their veins.
The Creation of Drows
Years after the creation of the elves, the Moon elves, who had migrated to the Prime Material alongside the Sun Elves, had restricted themselves to the dark caves, away from the sun. Different from their Sun Elf cousins, the Moon Elves were couldn’t stand the sun’s light for long, so they had to move and explore the darkness of the Underdark. This caused the Sun Elves to become distant from their Moon Elf cousins, and the Moon Elves to become resentful of their Sun Elf cousins. Lolth, The Spider Queen, who had been watching the elves from the shadows and ever cunning, saw that such resentment could be honed into hatred and be used with grace and power.
So the spider goddess changed her form, to that of a beautiful Moon Elf, but with her hair white, her eyes red and her lower body that of a monstrous spider. And with sweet whispers and promises of power and of a endless night where they could conquer the surface, she convinced the Moon Elves to worship her, and she taught them the ways of deceit, treachery, and power as she invited them to go further into the Middledark and Lowerdark. The Moon Elves, went through a intense and painful transformation as they enacted depraved rituals in the name of Lolth, their skin went from a pale blue to a dark purple with the dark power of The Spider Queen, and their hair turned white with the sheer stress of the excruciating rituals, as they were blessed with the power of the spider goddess they became the Drows.
After each ritual, more and more Sun Elves would be experimented on and ultimately sacrificed to Lolth. Corellon, the god of the elves, was horrified by the transformation and rituals of his children, and he declared the Moon Elves who had become Drows as traitors by cursing them to never step under the sun’s light again and promised that he would get his revenge on The Spider Queen and her followers.
The Creation of Halflings
While exploring the world, Avandra, The Changebringer rolled on the hills of the world, and from her laughter, the halflings were born. These nimble creatures were blessed with luck and adaptability, thriving in the ever-changing world around them while searching for peace and comfort.
The Creation of Goblinoids
Bane, The Strife Emperor was displeased with the how the world was turning out, he saw the world’s potential, it’s strenght and raw power were raw and untamed as raging oportunities to be seized. So Bane walked through all of Aeloria searching for the perfect creatures to be his soldiers to start his conquest, but to his displeasure, he found none, no being seemed to be able to match his expectations. So he kept searching and from his shadow created by the sun, the goblinoids were born to be the perfect soldiers. They were at first reflections of Bane’s own nature, bloodshot eyes, dark armored skin, and a thirst for power. They followed Bane with loyalty, and he taught them the ways of war and conquest. But just like their creator, they were also cunning and deceitful, and they soon began to plot against their master, seeking to claim the power of the strife emperor for themselves. But Bane was always one step ahead, before they could strike, he seized their souls with his iron fist, and flaid their intelect and will, their bodies became twisted like their minds, and they were cast into the world as the goblinoids we know today. As a final reminder of their betrayal, Bane cursed them to never be able to claim the power they so desired, and to always fight among themselves, never able to unite under a single banner for long. Such curse became known as the curse of strife.
The Creation of Orcs
During the era of creation, Gruumsh, the Ruiner tried to claim the mountains for himself, but they had already been claimed and the dwarves and giants were already there. Gruumsh tried then to claim the forests, but the elves were already there. Each time he tried to claim a place, he was met with resistance. As the other gods laughed at Grummsh’s failures, and he responded with anger, the god clasped his mighty spear and burned the forests, the mountains, and the rivers. And from the blood of the earth and the hatred of Gruumsh, the orcs were born to pillage and destroy.
The Creation of The Firbolgs
After the creation of the Orcs, Melora, the goddess of nature, saw that the world had been damaged by the creations of the other gods, not only the orcs but the goblinoids, the giants, and the dwarves had all hollowed mountains, hunted creatures without the need to eat, and destroyed the forests without spreading the seeds. So she decided to make a spacies that could heal the world and keep it in balance. She searched for the perfect creature to become her guardians of the wild, she sat on rock ledges, walked through sunken lanes, and swam through the rivers, turned every stone and grain of sand, and it was then that she understood, while floating in the ocean looking towards the starry night sky adorned by Sehanine’s moon, that she could never find the perfect creature for no creature could represent the entire of the wild. “Why do you ponder so heavily on this, sister?” asked Sehanine, the moon goddess, standing on the water’s surface creating small ripples. “I seek a creature that can represent the wild in its entirety, but I can’t find it, for the wild is too vast and diverse to be represented by a single creature.” Melora replied. “Then, why not make a creature that can understand, adapt, and grow with the wild? Much alike my moon that constantly changes, waxes and wanes, and moves through the night sky.” Sehanine suggested. Melora, inspired by her sister’s words, gathered moss of the very first mountain and created the firbolgs enlisting Sehanine’s help to give them the ability to adapt and change with the wild, and to understand the wild in its entirety. The firbolgs were born, and they became the guardians of the wild, they were the protectors of the forests, the mountains, the rivers, and the oceans, they were the healers of the world, and they were the children of the wild.
The Creation of Kenku
The kenku were created by Ioun, The Enlightened to help her manage the vast amount of knowledge she had gathered in tomes, books and scrolls. The kenku were created to be loyal and hardworking, their job was simple but important, managing so much content was a task that required a lot of attention to detail, and the kenku were perfect for the job. Too much knowlege mixed with creativity and free will could be dangerous for the world and themselves, so to not stripe the kenku of their free will and make them unnable to truly appreciate the world around them, Ioun made them unable to create new things, they could only replicate what they had seen or heard. After the creation of Ioun’s Archive, all the kenku that took the arduous job to mantaining the vast library of The Goddess of Knowledge were given access to a scroll called The Wings’ Epistle that contained texts in a language that could only be written by the goddess herself, such scroll had the power to give beautiful wings to any creature who read it.
The Creation of Sphinxes
After Ioun created the Kenku, she realized all the knowledge she posessed and the power it had was dangerous, so she decided to create beings that are able to protect the knowledge she had gathered. She created the sphinxes, beings of great power and wisdom, they were tasked with protecting the knowledge of the world, and to only share it with those who were worthy of it. The sphinxes were created with the body of a lion, the wings of an eagle, and the head of a tallman, they were the perfect combination of strength, wisdom, and power. The sphinxes were placed in all of the locations where she kept her knowledge, and once it was build, the sphinx were placed on the entrance of Ioun’s Archive to protect the vast knowledge of the goddess.
The Creation of The Leonin
While Pelor crossed the skies of Aeloria, he looked upon the land, across golden plains and grassy fields, and saw the creatures that roamed the world, growing and thriving under the light of the sun. But he also saw the dangers that lurked in the shadows, from monstrous beasts to treacherous environments. He saw the need for protectors and guardians of the land, beings that would stand strong against the darkness and defend the light. So he decided to create a species that would embody the virtues of courage, strength, pride and loyalty. Pelor gathered the golden sands of the deserts, imbued with the might of his light, and the pride he found on the lions that roamed the lands, and with his divine power, he shaped them into the form of the leonin, a powerful and proud species, made to protect the weak and be ever vigilant against evil.
The Creation of The Triton
While walking through the currents of the oceans, Melora, goddess of the seas and the wild looked above and saw the vastness of the oceans and when she looked below, she saw the dangers that lurked within, from monstrous creatures to treacherous environments. She saw the need for guardianship and exploration of the underwater realms, so she decided to create a species that will be able to traverse the depths and safeguard the balance of the underwater realms she had created. She gathered materials of all of the Veilshroud Seas, representing the diverse challenges and environments her new creation will face. From the Serpent’s Maw Ocean, she gathered the teeth of krakens and the scales of leviathans, imbued with the ability to withstand and combat monstrous threats. From the Icebound Sea, she gathered the frost of the icebergs and the snow that pierced the surface, imbued with the ability to endure and thrive in the most unforgiving conditions and enviroments. From the Breathless Ocean she gathered the crystals that formed in the still waters and the coral that grew in the depths of the kelp forests, imbued with the wisdom to navigate the waters and the patience to overcome obstacles with careful deliberation. And finally, from the Evergale Sea, she gathered the winds that roared through the storms and the waves that crashed against the cliffs, imbued with the bravery and courage to face their challenges head on. With all the materials gathered, she combined them with her divine power, shaping them into the form of the triton, a species of aquatic beings with the inherent traits necessary to fulfill their role as guardians and explorers of the seas. The triton emerged from their creation with a deep-rooted connection to the seas and a sacred duty to preserve its delicate balance, ensuring that their existence is intertwined with the fate of the underwater realms they call home.
The Creation of Gnomes
The Goddess of Knowledge, Ioun was constantly writing her knowlegde of the world, and she wrote the laws that rule over reality and the many secrets of reality, but the goddess wished to write stories, she thirsted for tales, myths and adventures to be written in her vast collection of books, but the beings that already existed in Aeloria were not enough to satisfy her thirst for stories, they weren’t curious enough, or not enough of them existed to create the stories she wished to write. While that, Goddess of Invention, Erathis, was exploring the world, and watching over the creatures that lived in it. But these creatures were content with their lot in life, they didn’t seek to explore or create, she desired to see them use the materials around them to create new wonders, to explore and enjoy every second of the world, she dreamed of beings filled with curiosity and creativity. So the two goddesses joined forces, they used their knowledge and creativity to invent a infinitely complex and intricate machine, that could create beings curious and inventive, the gnomes. As the goddesses activated the machine, it’s cogs spun quickly and it took the materials from the depths of the world, the forests and the rocks around it, and from the machine, the gnomes emerged, ever curious and inventive, they explored the world, creating stories, tales and machines.
The Creation of The Tabaxi
During her travels, Melora, the goddess of nature, saw the world she had created and the creatures that inhabited it. She saw the elves exploring the forests, the dwarves delving into the mountains, and the gnomes inventing new wonders. But she also saw the other creatures that roamed the world, the orcs pillaging the land, the goblinoids fighting among themselves, and the tallmen struggling to survive. She grew worried, the the Wildmother then became a vulture and flew over the world, she saw the dark clouds looming on the horizon, threatening chaos and despair. She looked into the edge of the horizon and saw the coming maelstrom and the true destruction of the world. Her heart filled with unease, Melora decided to take action to protect her domain. She drew upon the elements and took inspiration on her previous creations that roamed the wilderness, she created the Tabaxi, cat-like humanoids imbued with curiosity, to learn more about the looming darkness, with agility, to be able to escape the dangers that would come, and with cunning, to be able to outsmart anything that stood on the way of them protecting creation. The Wildmother entrusted them with a sacred quest: to explore the world, learn its secrets, and prepare for the coming storm, so that when the time came, they would be ready to face the darkness, to outwit the luring shadows, and to protect the world from the impending doom. The tabaxi embraced their mission with fervor, setting out to explore the world and uncover its mysteries, ready to face any challenges that lay ahead. During their travels, the Tabaxi encountered wonders beyond description, and horrors beyond imagination, they did whatever they could to collect artifacts, knowledge, tales and lore. They learned from the land, the wind, and the sea, growing stronger and wiser with each passing day. But despite their efforts, the tabaxi were marginalized and misunderstood by other humanoid species, being considered little less than thieves and rogues, they are often cast out by simply being themselves and following their mission. But the tabaxi accepted their underdog status and recognized the importance of their mission, they resolved to rise above their circumstances and prove their worth. Many fight directly against their oppressors, others see it as unnecessary and simply focus on their mission, but all of them are united by their shared purpose: to protect the world from the darkness that looms on the horizon. All tabaxis know that they are more than cunning thieves or outcasts, they are guardians of ancient wisdom and champions of opportunity. They walk their perilous journey with heads held high, ready to face any challenges that come their way.
The Creation of Lizardfolk
Zehir, the cloaked serpent, the god of darkness and poison, saw the world and the creatures that inhabited it, he saw the beasts roaming aimlessly and the humanoids suffering for trivial emotions, he undertood them to be weak, those beings were not able to survive the world he saw and thus failures, they were either plagued with uneficient emotions or incapable of aiming for true greatness. So he decided to create his own kind of creature, he lurked in the forests and gathered the most promissing creatures made by Melora, the goddess of nature, to the eyes of the cloaked serpent, the cold-blooded creatures, lizards, snakes and other reptiles were the ones that pleased him the most, although they lacked sentience, they could lurk in the shadows, strike with poison and precision and survive the harshest of environments. So he created a powerful concoction of venom, darkness and cold-blooded creatures, and from it, the lizardfolk were born, unbothered by emotions and capable of surviving the harshest of environments, they would be the perfect creatures to survive the world he saw. But the lizardfolk were not as Zehir expected, they lacked the desire for power and greatness, they were content with their lot in life and saw no need on planing more than the next hunt. Zehir was displeased, he cursed the lizardfolk to never be able to rise above their current state, to never be able to aim for greatness, and to always be content with their lot in life. The lizardfolk accepted their curse and embraced their nature, they saw no need for power or greatness, they were content with what they were, and they would survive the world as they were, they would be the perfect creatures to survive the world Zehir saw.
Sehanine creating the Plasmoids
During the creation of the world, after Sehanine crafted the moon, she gazed upon the land and its inhabitants. She desired creatures capable of adapting and evolving, embodying the fluidity and changeability of the moon itself. She gathered moonlight in her hands, combined it with the first dew of each season, and infused it with her laughter. From this blend, she created the plasmoids, beings without fixed forms, able to shift their shapes and colors at will, as varied as moonlight. Upon finishing her creation, Sehanine entrusted the plasmoids with a mission: to explore every corner of the world, seeking beauty and wonder in all things. She encouraged them to adapt and change to understand the reality around them, form beautiful relationships, and forge deep connections. She urged them to embrace their emotions and dreams, for they were children of the moon. Thus, the plasmoids embarked on their journey, exploring the world in every direction, always reaching high and dreaming even higher, fulfilling their purpose.
The Creation of Tallmen
As the True Gods reveled in the diversity of their creations, they created the very last humanoid species to be made by the True Gods. Tallmen, crafted with a blend of divine inspiration and intricate design, tallmen were endowed with the capacity for great adaptability and resilience. Although the god that created them is unknown, lost to time, tallmen quickly spread across the realms, embracing the challenges and opportunities that awaited them. And so, the tallmen became the most numerous and diverse of all the humanoid species, their presence shaping the course of history and the unfolding tapestry of Aeloria. Any humanoid species that came after the tallmen were created by artificial means or altering existing species.
The refinement of Tharizdun’s confinement
The True Gods after seeing their creations, consious beings with free will and the ability to shape the world around them without carrying the wisdom and knowledge of the gods, they saw the potential for foolishness and destruction, so to avoid mortals unleashing powers beyond even the gods’ control, they decided to refine the prison of Tharizdun. They sought to prevent Tharizdun from ever escaping its imprisonment. To ensure this, the gods devised various protections, making the possibility of Tharizdun’s escape virtually impossible.
First, they crystallized Tharizdun’s divine power, forming Krelshi-Tranor, a multicolored crystal shard. This shard was then hurled into the Astral Plane, beyond an infinity of horrors given shape as The Abyss, where it would remain further from the reach of mortals.
Next, the true gods created demiplanes orbiting the shard, each one holding the remaining parts of Tharizdun’s, its body. They decided to hide any portals to these demiplanes, ensuring that no one could access them.
They created a secluded plane known as the Forbidden Lands of Yawnohim. This plane was designed to hide the gate to Tharizdun’s bound body, ensuring that it remained lost and unreachable.
Lastly, to guard the entrance to Tharizdun’s mind, they forged an impenetrable seal known as the Cyst. This ellipsoidal barrier of porous undestructible black stone was placed to protect the gate, preventing any chance of Tharizdun regaining its sanity and power.
Through these divine protections, the gods ensured that Tharizdun’s imprisonment would be eternal, safeguarding reality from the threat of the Chained Oblivion’s escape.
The Creation of Dreams and Nightmares
In the time before dreams, mortals rested in a void of emptiness, their minds untouched by visions or illusions. Sehanine, the Moonweaver, gazed upon this emptiness with sorrow, for she cherished the beauty of wonder and the power of hope. Moved by compassion, she visited each mortal in their slumber, weaving dreams of enchantment, illusion and mystery. The mortals awoke, mesmerized by these new experiences, and they praised Sehanine for her gift of dreams.
However, in the depths of its eternal prison, Tharizdun, the Chained Oblivion, brooded in madness. Locked away by the other gods, Tharizdun begin imagining the world beyong its confinement, the god’s chaotic thoughts began to seep into the mortal dreams, twisting them into nightmarish visions of terror and despair. The mortals, once filled with wonder, now found themselves tormented by these dark manifestations.
Distraught by the suffering of mortals, Sehanine sought to protect them from Tharizdun’s nightmares. She waged an eternal war against the Chained Oblivion within the realm of dreams, striving to shield mortals from the horrors that plagued their sleep. Thus, every night became a battleground where Sehanine and Tharizdun clashed, their creations—dreams and nightmares—shaping the fates of mortals.
Some nights, Sehanine triumphed, and mortals reveled in dreams of beauty and inspiration. Other nights, Tharizdun prevailed, casting mortals into the depths of fear and darkness. And there were nights when neither could claim victory, leaving mortals to wake without memory of their dreams, caught in a fragile balance.
The Fragility of Mortal Life
The gods reveled in the beauty and diversity of their creations, from the towering mountains to the lush forests, from the vast oceans to the starlit skies and the mortal creatures they had brought into existence. However, their creations lived short lives, as the untamed primordial forces wreaked havoc upon the world. The mortal beings, bestowed with consciousness and free will, faced the relentless onslaught of chaotic energies that threatened the delicate balance of their existence. Each species, from the elves exploring the Prime Material to the dwarves delving into the depths, grappled with the ephemeral nature of their lives. The True Gods, witnessing the struggles of their cherished creations, contemplated how to mitigate the destructive forces that cast shadows upon the realms they had so meticulously crafted.
Growing Discord Among the Deities
While these deities fashioned remarkable wonders, discord kept growing among them, fueled by a growing dissatisfaction with the unfolding course of creation. Some godly beings found themselves at odds with the direction in which the realms were shaping, dissenting voices echoing through the celestial tapestry they had woven. The disagreement stemmed from differing visions of balance, purpose, and the very essence of existence. The clash of perspectives manifested as a cosmic tension, threatening to disrupt the harmonious collaboration that had birthed the myriad wonders of Aeloria. As the True Gods grappled with diverging ideals, the fate of their creation hung in the balance, teetering on the precipice of creative brilliance or impending discord.