Stickdom
I’m a fixer. I fix broken things. It’s what I do.
The Myth of the Creation of Od
~As Told By Historians of Broan~
[SIZE= 16px] Legends tell of the time before civilization arose on the continent of Od. Some tell of flat barren lands not fit for beast or vegetation, others whisper about spirits of air and fire and light. Then the four existences called the Aeons from the great Aether above sent into the land the First Chosen, their giant servants of man formed from rock and stone, ageless and timeless. They sculpted the mountains with their hands, crushed valleys under their heels, carved riverbeds with their fingertips, and thus the land of Od was made to shape. The First Chosen brought life to the desolate land as the Aeons wished it, sowing the plains with wild grasses and planting the trees of spreading forests, filling the streams and brooks from the oceans. It was then the Aeons created the first beasts, now known as the Ancients, great dragons of wisdom and benevolence who would in turn create the lesser creatures from the stuff of the land, from solid stones and flowing waters and living wood. It was in this way that every creature was made, each Ancient crafting living things as they saw fit, growing their numbers and spreading them across the land to live, to thrive, to spread, all for the amusement of the Aeons. But centuries passed and the Aeons grew weary of the multitude of witless beasts and desired a creature with reason and thought. The first of mankind was forged from all previous creations, the body of the Chosen with the mind of an Ancient, the hardiness of rock and the emotion of water, the sweetness of air and the temper of fire. They were small in number and in stature, but given the blessing to go into the world and perceive it as the Aeons did, to experience the joys and hardships of life as they saw fit. And so it was that mankind was given life into the world, and arms of the land of Od held its first children. [/SIZE]
The Age of Great Dissension
~Or~
The Creation of Death
When mankind was first given life in Od, the Aeons were pleased. However, in their pleasure, they neglected their other creations. Ages past and the First Chosen wept at their abandonment, and they lay down their heads and returned to the stone from which they were made, lifeless ever onward. But the Ancients had logic and reason, and they saw the man creatures as rivals and a great and terrible jealousy took hold of their thoughts. Though each Ancient stood alone from the others, their actions came as one, and they turned their creatures towards mankind in war. The first villages of mankind had lived in peace until this age, having found the plants to be good for food and the creatures also for work and companionship. There was no illness or infirmity, time never touched their bodies and eternal sleep was only for a single night. But then there was the first death, which grieved the Aeons' hearts, as they had not forseen that such an atrocity could be imagined. The Ancients sent their beasts to the villages of man, forced them to turn on their former masters, and at the end of that day, many were slaughtered. The anger of the Aeons was inconceivable, they destroyed the monsters who had taken innocent life and created a realm that mirrored the world they had first created, but instead of light and life, one of darkness and silence. This realm they named the Depths, for as high over as the roof of the sky was in the land of the living, so was the deepest chasm of this world of death, wholly opposite and adverse. The Aeons sought after the Ancients, but the dragons had hidden themselves in the earth, too far even for the Aeons to find them to a place between the worlds they named the Rift, and there they began to create a gateway from this world of the living down to the Depths. From this deepening stronghold, they lie in waiting and planning, directing their loyal creatures on the surface from below, ever seeking to open the Rift and release those ancient monstrosities imprisoned in the Depths to wage war anew.
[SIZE= 26px]The Revelation of the Weaving Veil[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 16px]~Or~[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 16px]The Birth of Magic[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 16px] Though the Ancients themselves had disappeared from the face of Od, their powerful curse still plagued the world above. Dread beasts attacked from the shadows of the mountains and the sanctuary of caves, horrors slipped from the deep abyss of the waters to stalk the coasts and shores, and even common creatures could turn on their masters in a moment of insanity. But the armies of the Ancients were not the only threats to mankind. The dragons conjured disasters to blight those above, storms and quakes and disease, fully bent on the destruction of the creations which the Aeons loved more than themselves. And the Aeons were helpless to intervene, the Ancients had retreated to the edge of the Depths, a place so bent to oblivion and chaos that the pure power of themselves would be undone by it, or worse turn them to the madness which the Ancients had embraced. But the very existence of man that the Ancients sought to extinguish would also be the greatest weapon against them. Man was not a simple creature, they would not be destroyed by the power of the Depths for they were given the mind of the Ancients, one that could linger on the edge of such power and still resist. But also was man weak and fragile and they would need some gift to counter the power against which they fought. It was in this time that the Ancients showed mankind the existence of The Veil. The boundary between Aether where the Aeons dwell and Od, the land of mortal life, The Veil was a tapestry of essence and elements, every thing that existed was a thread in the veil, woven around the whole of their creation to hold it in its place. The Aeons revealed it to man, taught him how its threads lay, how man could pluck a strand of fate and follow it, to control the world by pulling and shaping and tearing the threads into a new shape of their desire. And this is how man became the wielder of magic, a fraction of the power of the Aeons to be used against the Ancients on equal terms, one that even the Ancients could not possess. [/SIZE]
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