Worldstory

> “Harken, in the age of yore, to ancient myths and tales, When gods above the world did seek their aims, They sang in concert an endless song, Their harmony shaped what thou dost see. With voices like silver and gold, they brought forth Lands and seas with lyrical might, Each note birthed a wonder into existence, Oh, those divine melodies of creation.” The Sibylla
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## The creation:

In the beginning, the cosmos was a void, a pitch-black canvas. A raw, tumultuous primal flow of Chaos filled the cosmos. A peculiar churning of this stream brought forth the gods in the void. Was it chance or fate? We shall never know... Sorrowed by the poignant lack of order, the gods decided to create a beacon of order. Pillars of pure gold arose from the primal flow, which by then flowed more gently. Marble walls, diamond roofs, delicate wood carvings, and ivory ornaments flowed one by one from the stream. Chaos writhed and resisted this audacity. How dare these wretched beings restrain me! Despite the loud protest of chaos, the Divine Halls were constructed. This magnificent edifice stood as a bastion against Chaos, a light in the darkness, a safe refuge against evil.

After centuries of adaptation, the gods resolved to create a world in their image. They were still young, yet unripe for procreation. Direct parenthood was forbidden. The gods, though mighty, were wary of the Chaos, which then sought to quash any potential beacons of order. Hence, they decided to breathe life into the statues of their palace. Tall men and women with feathered wings on their backs flew around their creators. Through an unknown incantation, they too gained a connection to Chaos, enabling them to wield its power. Gradually, they learned to harmonize their singing voices with those of the gods. The suffocating grip of Chaos weakened as the melodious scores resounded.

Thus, the gods and the angels decided to compose their most potent score together. This would eventually be known as the Score of Creation. After a century of iterations, the work was complete. The gods began their song. Marvelous notes resonated with Chaos itself. Their voices were deep and profound, directed towards the solid state of the universe, encompassing earth, mountains, flora, fauna, and all therein. A few gods with lighter voices and angels with deeper tones veiled the notes concerning liquids like seas, rivers, blood, tears, and the like. The most ethereal of all states were formed by the highest notes of the loftiest angelic voices. Air, clouds, and so forth... But as the Song of Creation neared its conclusion, malevolent notes pierced the Divine Halls. Kherû, one of the mightiest angels, sang unwritten notes with full force. Other compatriots, perhaps rebels is the fitting term, joined in. From their voices, the gods recognized Chaos. He had strengthened Kherû's desire for power, thus planting an infiltrator within the Divine Halls. In turn, Kherû accumulated like-minded souls, forming a clandestine faction that awaited its moment while he, in secret, penned the Score of Destruction. It was a small booklet meant to corrupt the good, the perfect, the beautiful... Kherû succeeded in bringing filth, deceit, and malevolence. Fortunately, his singing voice was stolen by a virtuous angel. This loss denied him access to the Song of Creation and diminished a part of his vast powers. With the remaining might and followers, Kherû decided to hide within the new world. The righteous gods and angels cursed themselves during their countless pursuits. In their rage, they cleaved an archipelago from the once unified continent. Over the centuries, any trace that could lead to Kherû was forgotten. The gods busied themselves with their grandchildren... The true inhabitants of Mundus.