Creation Myth

In the rugged Northern Badlands of Erranor, the Orcs say that existence was forged in the clash between two brothers, stars and planets scattering on every impact. The Old God won that fight, and with nothing left to do, he created More out of What Was.

In Anduir, they believe that before time began, there was a vast sea of nothing. A void: dead, dark, cold. And in the ocean of darkness came a spark, a candle flickering amidst the black. This shimmer of hope was called mana. Whether an accident in the void or the creation of the Old God, mana supposedly formed the center of the world, sparking life and everything that came with it.

The Dwarves of Malastare claim that in the beginning, there was only Entropy. After endless infinities of nothingness, Entropy grew bored and created the Fire, out of which sprung Heat and Light. These cosmic entities trapped Entropy and created stars and life so they would have beings with which they could share the experience of existence. Together, they watched over their creation as the "Old God".

The peoples of Lochwind tell a different story...

The World was bare once. Everything was open and everything was clear, yet it was still a World, still a planet. The Sun and Moon shone and orbited it, and from them, a Light was created. A celestial being, an unknown form, so bright yet so dark.

Upon its creation, the Light noticed the beauty of the absolute nothingness that was absolutely everything. It remained for eons, taking in everything. But the Light wanted to add more beauty, just a single grain of sand. From there, it created more, and not only sand, but dirt as well. Covering the planet, covering our World, and then the Light made seeds.

Rain began to fall, bit by bit, allowing the plants to grow. By time, the soil was rich, beautiful plants, both large and small had grown. Greens, browns, and rich exotic colors of plants filled every inch of the World.

The Rain didn’t stop its light mist and the sky grew dark, no longer clear and open. The Rain came pouring down, filling the World with emotions. Water took hold of the planet, flooding even the tallest of the plants.

The Light observed this, the loss of its creation to a new one, and with this, the World remained as it was for millennia. But much more creation was there, and rocks began to form within the dirt under the pressure of the water.

The Light grew tired of this change, the World no longer had the blossoming beauty it had before. Now, it was just an endless blue ocean.

So the Sun and Moon gave more light to the Light. The Light grew, and with its new strength, it brought parts of the land out of the water. Though it was drenched and bare, the Light used its familiar methods to bring the plants back, though some parts of the land were now too dry for growth. New species of plants began to adapt to the land and from there, the Light let it be for countless millennia.

The land was silent besides the lapping waves and the breeze. The Light decided that more should be added. And so, the Light made creatures. Magnificent beasts and creatures peacefully roamed the land and Light was happy.

From each power Light was given, was the creation of each species. From the Sun, the beauty of masculinity was formed. And from the Moon, the beauty of femininity was created. Between these two aspects, things still did not feel fit. And thus being, the Light created another, that is not of masculinity or femininity, but of either both, or nothing. The World was complete and peaceful.

As time progressed, the Light went to sleep. Things felt right in this new beauty.

The creatures knew they had power, and some wanted more. They hurt those around them and took their power for their own, creating new species. They became the Primordials.

They took over the World for themselves, creating their own empires. They destroyed parts of the land for their resources and homes. They killed off lower sub-species for food, game and furs. And they destroyed peace by having war and conflict.

The Light woke up to this change, and although there was some beauty in it, it grew infuriated by the conflict and disruption. Thus, the Light split the Primordials into many different races, including humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, and other such creatures. It created disorders such as lycanthropy and vampyrism and created hostile creatures as a punishment to these new races.

The Light then fled, tearing a rip through Reality in its departure. This rip, although small, learned to grow over time and duplicate. Energy and power leaked it through its different entrances and exits. This Rift, as the peoples began to call it, causes strange things to occur and can transport objects and peoples between different planes of existence.

Though it abandoned its creation, the Light still cared deeply for it, leaving the Old God to watch over it. Now, the Light rests in the sky amongst the stars, still watching over its beautiful creation.