Aestiak

*"I know this: no one whole world, from the sky above us to the hell below...is really in control. Everyone will come to understand this one day. Something I'll never know: what will happen when they day comes."*

*-*unknown source

## History

*The following is the most commonly accepted understanding for why the world is the way it is now. Some scholars often try to disprove this story but opposing theories rarely gain traction when there are some beings so ancient that they have seen the Shining Age.*

Long ago, before man and beast walked Aestaik, a divine group of beings existed. For whatever reason, these unimaginably powerful entities conspired with one another to create the world. From there they began to create assistants, perfect representations of certain ideals or pieces of the universe, and the gods were born. Together these creators and the gods began to shape the stars, time, and the ground that you walk on today. Eventually these beings disappeared. The reason is unclear but the fact remained clear that all the world was left with then was itself and the gods upon it. Like their predecessors, the gods followed suit and built their own assistants, and figures such as the minor gods and the creatures that inhabit the planes were born. Time marched on for eons with these powerful forces all working in tandem like constructs, predictably building, or fighting, or destroying, or creating more gods again and again for longer than time can count. Eventually a pair of minor gods with names lost to oblivion proposed a new kind of being, a type that is never held to one thing. A people that always has the capacity to change and learn and grow and choose. These strange creatures were formed and as the ages marched on, man and beast were born.

Life brought absolute chaos to the established order of the world and the gods that ruled it. Forests were cut down for shelter, friends were killed for power, and the world was rapidly changing. Imagine if there was an old well and every day it would pull water from the ground, and every night it would place the water back in its source. The introduction of life was the equivalent of a bucket of frogs into the well before the well burst into flames. It was clear to many gods quickly that a huge mistake was made, but mortal life proved too resilient to extinguish, no matter how often these angered deities would try. Eventually a stalemate was reached between order and chaos as these strange mortal beings continued to rebel against the world itself, refusing to become extinct, and the gods satisfied themselves with simply taking out their frustration upon these far weaker beings.

These were brutal days for those that weren't gods. An empire would be wiped out by a god who was frustrated by a woman across the planet not letting him have his way with her, kings would be turned into stone for forgetting to pay tribute to a bored goddess, and frustrations flared with each transgression. One day however, a hero called Eliornitoth, famous for having looks to rival the divine, charmed the goddess of progress over a wild gamble. Madly in love, the goddess promised she would bless her lover with anything she wanted. Eli, whose father was killed in the crossfire of a battle between two quarreling gods, wished for the power to be like the gods. From there, she learned how to pull the strings of reality itself and the first mortal wielder of magic was brought upon the world.

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