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In the Beginning

The Coming of the Divine and the Shaping of Itaire

Before everything, there was chaos only, and the era of creation only a distant spark on the edge of reality, pushing endlessly to come into being.

Then the time of the Divinities was nigh, and they were many. From a place unknown and clad in celestial forms of winged radiance, they were powerful. They brought order, and filled the space of creation with light, and time, and the laws of the universe. Then, staring into the emptiness, they began to build. For countless eons they ordered the stars, crafting myriads of worlds and heavenly places. Thus done, they were, for a time, content.

However it was not long before some pondered the vastness and silence of the universe, and then took thought to populating a world and breathing life into forms akin to nothing they had created before. There they created the world of Itaire, and it was unique. Quintessence, the stuff of the divine itself, the life blood of the Gods, was the fuel of its shaping and arrangement. It was perfection made manifest in its earth and trees and mountains. And to each of them, as they worked, came a vision of the people that would populate and rule Itaire; a race meant to end the Silence forever.

Much of their essence dispersed into its laborious creation, the time then came for the Gods to descend to the world and take on physical form, the better to prepare a paradise for the children they planned to create. Yet some, in their exhaustion and retirement, would not descend, and instead fled with what strength remained to them. Still there were other Gods who coveted Itaire and its sublime craft, and interpreted the vision and lordship of the world as belonging to them alone. A bitter war in the heavens ensued, that soon spilled out over the earth, driving the Gods to weave together countless beasts, winged or many legged, wrapped in fur or scales, to assail and despoil the creations of the others. From these battles came the birth of many peoples, though many do not survive today. There was great tumult and the lands and seas were rearranged, and new mountains and rivers formed, until Itaire was marred beyond repair. Even still, when the seas had settled, some would not deign to give their power over wholly to the world, and they departed in disgrace.

Thus only seven took on physical form, each styling themselves victor and laying claim to different domains. The Elves named them the Great Divinities, and the orc and dwarf ancestors named them the Dreamers, and many spirits of lesser power accompanied them.

First descended the Divinity of Light, and his chariot was gold and his whips blazed with fire. He was named Husan, and with his vision he created the first Elves from petals of white and the bright rays of his chariot.

Second came the Divinity of Knowledge, wisdom was her shield and a sword of green her strength. She had no name, and from a shard of her sword and a wisp of her essence she created the orcs, and they called her Batari, “Exalted Mother”.

Third came the Divinity of Earth, his body of stone and chest crusted with gems. His name was Akhult, and upon an anvil of hallow iron with a hammer of stone he wrought the first of the Dwarves.

Fourth descended the Divinity of Life, her belly swollen and eyes the color of blood. Her name was

Meritia, and to her the vision came more intense than the others, such that she wandered the land for an age in confusion and wonder. At last, on the beaches of Suran and with a shard of silver, she sliced open her bulging womb, releasing the first of the halflings into the world.

Fifth came the Divinity of Magic, and his form was that of a tempest of blue stars, twisting and endless. He would later be called Seytos “Inscrutable”.  Combining a tangle of vines and the power of a storm over the ocean, the first of the trolls awoke amidst a torrent of wind and thunder.

Sixth descended the Divinity of Water, appearing as a faceless flood, ever shifting and changing its form. It claimed no name, though it has since been called many. Shaping their form from a block of ice and animated using the flesh of beasts, it wove the first of the humans into being.

Seventh and last came the Divinity of Shadow, and he had no form at first, though his presence filled the deep places of the world. His name was Magulansi, and to him the vision was fleeting and incomplete, and he envied the creations of his brothers and sisters.  In his hate, he sickened the world and its creations with despair and mortality, and, in turn, became cursed. At last, laboring in his dark lair beneath the heavens, he wrought a seed that needed no light to sprout, and from its halves came the first of the Goblins.

Weakened, the Divinities found they could not now depart the circle of Itaire's creation, much of their power having gone out into the shaping of it. Instead, they gathered together, save Magulansi, and raised a sanctuary, away and above all land and sea, from where they could rest and raise their chosen peoples. Akhult forged its entry gates and Batari trained its celestial guardians. Seytos put forth his magic and raised a shimmering, but invisible, barrier through which only the spirits of the dead could pass and find entry. Husan was not ready though, and he cast away his chariot, refashioning it into an eternally burning vessel of fire and light, meant to blind the world and keep the palaces of the Divinities hidden, and the Elves later called it the Sun.

Magulansi watched the other Divinities, and, knowing what had transpired, desired the heaven they had built. Of all he hated Husan most, his chariot and its light a source of fear for him. Instead he fashioned for himself an underground paradise of stone and ash, and barred entry behind ten thousand swords and a thousand beasts, and he himself upon a throne of basalt.

Of his fellow Divinities, only Meritia took thought for Magulansi, and she pleaded for him to join the others and help redressing the hurts made to Itaire aforetime. Moved by her pleas, the Divinity of Shadow yielded, and though he would  not abandon the deep haven he had built, together they fashioned a new vessel, in likeness to the one crafted by Husan. Casting the vessel into the sky, its light was weak and imperfect, but still, its power contested that of Husan's, and Magulansi was no longer afraid, and the Elves named it the Moon. In exchange, Magulansi agreed to keep faith with the other Divinities and attend on great matters and let the power of Seytos to mask his realm and allow only spirits to pass within its gates.

Thus built, the Divinities each ascended to their sanctuaries, and they became, in earnest, the Gods of Itaire. Powerful and mighty, but tied to the fate of the world forever.

The Known Ages of Itaire