The Book of Ortus
In the beginning was the Void, and into
the Void came the Aether.
From the Aether came Three.
First came Sanas, from whence came all
life, and the Void and Aether grew abundant.
Second came Goras, who did govern over the
balance, allocating the spans of all things.
Thirdly came Henas, who was all fire and
fury. Henas cast down its siblings work, rending into pieces what Sanas had
borne and Goras had preserved.
Enraged, Saren did battle with Henas, and
the Void and Aether did tremble. Goras, who did loathe disorder and was greatly
grieved, stood betwixt its siblings and did cease the conflict. When the Three
did observe the Void and Aether after this battle they did see what their
blood, tears, and fire had created.
Planes of all kinds now filled the spaces
once dark and empty. Some planes were pure in form, and these did become the
Heavens and the Abyss. One was borne of a wound suffered by Goras, and did
swarm with Arcane Power. But one plane stood separate, borne of Sanas’ blood,
Goras’ tears, and the fires and bile of Henas. This plane was firm and diverse,
its core unwavering and permanent, its surface veiled in blue oceans. Life grew
in abundance, filling the waters, but was balanced by time and death. This
plane was the world, and the Three saw that it was good.
Unbeknownst to the Three, they had a
Brother. He did wrap himself in the Void and did relish his solitude. Whilst
his kin did fashion all things, he sought to create only things for himself.
First, he fashion himself a name, and did whisper it in the Darkness of the
Void. Upon seeing the planes borne of his kin he did fashion a plane of his
own. Forged of the Void, Aether, and the Detritus of his kin’s creations, and
not of him, it was a pale copy of the others. Its essence did seep through the
Void, and was come upon by the Three as they did rest. They saw how this
essence did create shadows of all things in the light, and concealed itself in
the Darkness.
Henas wished to destroy this strange thing
but Goras, who sought balance in all things, did bid his kin to calm, claiming
that the shadows brought balance. Sanas was pleased as the shadow made all
things of light brighter by comparison to its presence.
The Brother, enraged by such kindness, hid
himself deeper in the Void, watching his kin with envious eyes as he created a
physical form for himself.
While the Brother secluded himself, the
Three inspected the World. Sanas breathed fresh life into the seas and oceans,
and Goras gave motion and direction to the winds. Henas, bored by the endless
waters, raised fires beneath the skin of the World and gave rise to Three great
lands: Sarentis, Doranath, and Yskaron. Sanas gave life to the new soil, whilst
Goras did guide some life from the waters to the land.
For a time, the Three were content to
watch their new world thrive. Eventually they desired to further explore the
Void and Aether, and came upon an idea.
Goras gave some of its Spirit to the
natural things, and they would serve to preserve the world, watching over it as
Goras had. Sanas and Henas went further, once more mixing their blood to create
custodians who would cherish their World. Sanas’ blood gave these custodians
breath and life, whilst Henas’ blood gave them strength, but mortality. Goras
gifted them with Spirit and sense. So was born the first of the mortal races:
The Elves.
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Until next week,
N N B Clarke
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