History

Allveria, a massive universe, collected in a celestial tree. Ecosystems and civilizations naturally existing along the surface of the tree, beyond what physics allows, this is a fantasy world with no limits to it's imagination. Various culture's exist throughout the universe, all only connected by the energy flowing through them all.

In the beginning there was no life, only the existence of matter and energy existing unformed in infinite space. The energy sought to form itself into something useful. It collected together and formed a life, a single mind to control all reality and form it into something more. The energy and matter were compressed together, forming a seed which continuously expelled functional matter and energy. To the human eye it would look like a fast growing tree, it’s roots made not just of wood but of rock, liquid, ice and more. It’s branches let off a pollen that seemed to shimmer every color beyond the rainbow, scattering to the winds in various paths and formations. In the trunk was a bright light, the core that started it all, providing light all around. The tree did not reach the heavens, but clouds circled its trunk and often hid the canopy. Surrounding the tree became a beautiful and pure landscape as far as any eye could see, above were planets and stars developing naturally. With the seeds birth, came the birth of its spirit, Rathum, The Muther, the first Prime being. The Muther used her energy and created others like her, for each of the aspects that were made from the tree, each given power over their aspect and living to cultivate it. With their cultivation came the growth of prosperity, and within that prosperity new life began to form in the waters. The tree identified this life and added it to its code, and just like that small life began to form all over the verse, and each began to survive to fit their environment. Some of the creators saw life around them and gave them aid, furthering their growth or blessing them with traits that helped them. With this creation of new life, each with their own thoughts, the consciousness became a constant. The Muther saw this and wrote new instructions into the universe: that which is inevitable, must have a control. With this, gods began to form, each correlated with their own creation. Life was prosperous and the land was every growing, the creators and lords of life got together within the tree and gave thanks for their lives and the tree which provided it, naming the tree and the space within; Alland.

Although all things began as beautiful, the meeting was met with disaster. Each lord appreciated one another, but inevitably the question of superiority arose, and although they were understanding of their weaknesses, the lords would not back down on their strengths. The clashed with each other, many of their followers killing one another, filling the room with conflict and strife. the Muther tried to bring about peace, and through conversation the conflict was resolved, Until Doom struck. This conflict occurred inside the tree, and so the tree took it into its code. Recognizing the events as inevitable, the tree decided to create a control for each of them.

After the passing of exodus from Alland, all that existed was the Muther, the creators and the lords of life. Muther created a platform where they all gathered, each offering a piece of themselves, they planted a seed. The seedling grew with their power, and quickly spread its limbs throughout the infinite darkness. .It’s branches provided life everywhere they went, as if the creators themselves had been there. The lords of life climbed the tree and spread out, and began creating their own children on the new land, and using the growth of the tree to create planets and intricate structures on a planetary scale for civilizations to live on. The tree became as two parts, a large trunk with curated civilizations, and a spiraling maze of limbs that were spun by the gods, and with the trees energy, they rotated between one another in a way that was not possible without magic, and the pattern of the branches was constantly changing. This also meant that any floating planets or structures that were not connected to the branches would be swept away occasionally by the gravity wells created by the moving branches.

    With the birth of the first mortal life, came the birth of twins, the god of apocalypse and ending, and the god of mortality and birth. They would later become known as Doom, and the Father. The father’s existence brought little change to the world, he spread his body into many parts and began observing all living cultures. The birth of Doom on the other hand, nearly changed the course of everything. He brought on his back the apocalypses of reality, the gods of the inevitable. the universe had created them with the first deaths, as they created energy that was not being cultivated by any god, and thus it formed into life. They were not all bad, some were very simple, but there was a core problem to their existence. The apocalypses sought to strengthen their power as all creators do, but their strength comes from strife, so before they could devastate the newborn civilizations, the Muther intervened.

    She locked them away in a box, and cursed the box to turn the energy within into cursed water, and dropped them under the tree. The box became trapped in a bubble of water and continued moving away from the first land, but the roots beneath the tree sensed the collection of energy in the water, and reached out to find it but only broke the surface of the bubble. The box began falling faster from the force of the water ejecting from the break in their atmosphere, but the roots latched onto the repelling stream, and locked the box and the tree in an infinite tug of war as the box continually moves away from the tree, but is leaving a massive ocean behind it that fuels the tree to grow larger.

    The creators spent their time at the base of the tree, developing a near perfect realm, resembling that of Alland. They created this place as a sign of peace, they believed they created a perfect world, and they were ready to rest. It was not long after they finished, they started noticing the civilizations praying to them, or an idea of them. They either heard of gods from the lords of life, or they just concluded that they existed and began worshipping the idea. This made the creators feel bad about their absence so they started a plan. They created their children, each out of their own element and in a physical form that mortals could understand, and giving each of them a mortal mind. each creator having a different number of children, but in the end there were far more than the creators. They gave the children job ands created them all with a large piece of their own power within. The children became known are gilded ones, or Gyldarian, and they were each given jobs to care for the branchverse in a way they saw fit. Many Gyldarian created a watchtower for themselves at the coupling of the trunk and the major limb sectors, a place where they could be close to the growing realm and watch over the calm trunk below.

    For many millions of years, the branchverse thrived. Overtime however, the children who were made with physical bodies began to get bored of the some redundancy in the civilizations they watched and in the branch verse in general. The creators had almost all  gone into retiring and many were in hibernation. The Muther was traveling around the branchverse and visiting with the lords of life or creators, and speaking with the mortals and spreading love and aid to them. It was along her journies that she discovered a dark truth hidden in the writing of reality. The universe was a living thing, like a group of symbiotes creating a jellyfish, all souls and matter and everything in between created the universe. It could sense danger coming, even years ahead, and the Muther heard it call out in fear. She journeyed to the depths of the black ocean, and met with the apocalyptic gods that lived there. She made a deal with Life, Death, and Time. She would release half of each of them in return for what they saw coming.

     A prophecy was spoken that day, too vague and far off to discern, but one thing was clear; Great destruction was coming from within, and would spread through the universe for as far as Time could see. The Muther spoke proudly that she would just solve the problem and rebuild what was broken, but Destiny intervened. Telling Muther that her destiny was nearly over, and she had no place in stopping the universal fate, as it would just occur again, if it wasn’t allowed to find balance. An argument ensued, the Muther asking what was required for balance, who would bring it, how could she help.  Destiny prophecized that there was no one in the universe that could bring balance. In all of the Muther splendor, even as the embodiment of reality, she could not bring balance to a mortal realm, nor could she create a perfect reality for them. They were not the same as the gods, and the gods could never understand them. No matter how many gods there are, they can’t solve the mortal flaws.

    “Don’t blame yourself” Destiny said “You could take a trillion universes and add a million bags of flour and still no one would rise to the occasion of knowing what everyone needs”

    In one of the only moments of vulnerability in their lifetime, the Muther lashed out in anger. Leaving the box in a hurry, they returned to Alland. Without any of the gods there, it was very lonely they thought. It was there that they brought a new god to life, one with a singular purpose, to govern and Design. The Designer came to life understanding the Muther’s need. A great darkness was going to slowly overtake the universe, and gods didn’t have the answers, only mortals did. The Muther gave 99% of her power over to the designer. Creating tenfold the number of universes Destiny counted, each a slight variation of the last, the first a variation of the branchverse as a template. They multiplied and changed, and took ideas from within themselves to create new universes with different possibilities. the Designer spread them throughout the branchverse like berries on a tree, leaving the majority hidden and impossible to find on purpose, hidden behind doors inside of other hidden realms. A plan was set into motion, but it needed time to develop.

    As if on queue, the Muther returned to the branchverse to find the Gyldarian rebelling against their standards, and overextending their power. It started off as them ruling over a few planets, but then one vanished. Shortly after, many were wiped off the map, while others were moved and morphed, taken over by the Gyldarians. It didn’t take long, creators started dying, leaving no one to contest their power. Rathum went into hiding within one of the seeds. The Designer stayed busy shaping and creating new worlds and life, puzzles and structures, even teaching the structures to think for themselves. Building a system of hope as the universe corrupts itself.

   The Gyldarian had created a government that ruled over the trunk of the tree and had control over the ground floor, where they had created their own civilization where they had families and communities following them. They struggled however, with adventuring throughout the branches. They had become more tumultuous since the Muther left, and in the last 100 thousand years, no one had returned if they ventured beyond the first layer, and few even dared to do that. Even the Gyldarians power was useless there at this time.

    It was then, a centum millennium after the Muther’s disappearance, her presence appeared again. Parts of her body came falling down from the top of the tree. Anywhere they landed morphed into a creation of some kind, impossible to imagine, the people called them dungeons, or calamities. All connected by a mysterious dreamlike dimension, known as Wonderland, that of which contained all the vast creations the Designer had prepared, and the creatures he had cultivated. With them came a new era. Mostly only mortals were allowed inside, and the creature produced were bane to the Gyldarian. Thus came the first generation of mortal redemption. The dungeons granted them the power to fight back against the suppression, and gave them paths to follow into the branches.

The universe is largely populated with humanoid type creatures, but carries intelligent life of every kind within it's varying biospheres. Amongst it's population are the beasts of the Underdark, the fairies of the Feylands, the dragons of the Skyrealm, the ghosts hiding in the shadows, the devils festering in the hells below, the voidlings cleaning the celestial space between all things, and the natural ones walking the overworld - which carry the weight of all the others.

The Tree consists of the qualities of any fantasy one could imagine. Technology varies throughout, from simple gears to civilizations run by machines, and a plethora of magical styles co-exist throughout the branches.

The core trunk of the tree is under the rule of the Celestial Federation, The Council of Gyldarian(s), a cruel government that makes its people thankful for the most basic freedoms, fearful of the Federations wrath.

The Branches are most of the tree's volume, a lawless land, leave it to the local civilizations, each with their own culture and technology; although there are similarities throughout, showing their interconnection with the other branches. Land's greatly unexplored, sprawling over multiple galaxies, many only reachable by warpstones that are placed throughout.

~50 years ago, anomalies connected to Wonderland began to appear rapidly all throughout all of the tree. This marked the end of the Gray Era, and began a new era. This turning would come to be known as the Wakening.

Much is still unknown about the anomalies. They come in many forms, living or structural, some far more mystical or massive in scale; each in their own way, a challenge from the universe itself. The anomalies morph the world around them, and bring with them structures, ecosystems, and creatures from other worlds.

They bring change and chaos to the world around them, and each contain magical items and power of their own creation, calling adventurers throughout the tree to challenge them to seek rewards of their own.