The World Above
History of Creation
In the beginning, there was nothing. And that very fact was the reason everything came into existence. For it was the law of the world that every idea was presided over by a God, and Naratoa was the the god of Nothing. And as Naratoa came into existence, so did his twin Atora, the god of Something, for if Naratoa was then there was something. And from the moment there was something, other things, and other Gods, came into being as well. The earliest of the Gods embodied concepts of unimaginable scope, and the other Gods could not understand them fully. These younger Gods refered to their elders as Shinma, and they viewed them with both fear and respect.
It was this fear that led the younger Gods to make a place for themselves. Skillfuly, they defined space and size, and in doing so seperated themselves from their elders, who were too massive in scope to be contained in a place, no matter how big. They pinned five elements in space, and called the space between Creation. But the Gods where not satisfied with Creation, for as time went by it began filling up with things. Mountains slowly rose up, oceans filled with water and animals began roaming the lands. And as new things and new creatures appeared, new Gods appeared as well. Soon, it became clear to the younger Gods, who were now older gods, that Creation was too small for them. So they took another element and pinned it above Creation, and they called this new place Heaven. And the older Gods, who were called Primordials by the younger Gods, moved to Heaven and left Creation in the hands of their siblings.
But they did not fully trust them with this task. So the Primordials created the Sun to watch over Creation. But the Sun needed to rest sometimes, and as such could not always watch over Creation. Thus, the Primordials created the Moon to help the Sun with his task. But though they watched with eyes unblinking, the Sun and the Moon could not fully protect Creation, for some problems can not be seen. So the Primordials placed the Stars in the sky so they could look beyond Creation and protect it from the unseen.
As time went by, Creation filled with Earth, Fire, Water, Wood and Air and Heaven filled with Spirit, the elements that had been used to pin these worlds in place. But the worlds were not perfectly seperated, and Spirit began to leak from Heaven into Creation. And sentient beings of all kinds were born of the mix of Spirit with the five elements of Creation. As more and more Mortals came into being, the Gods began to feel that Creation was too small for them, and asked the Primordials to let them into Heaven. The Primordials refused, and a war broke out over who would live in Heaven.
After a long and bloody war, the Gods, aided by many races of Mortals, attained victory over their foes. They claimed Heaven for themselves, but were at a loss as to where the Primordials should be sent. But the Sun, the Moon and the Stars had an idea. They would pin another element below Creation, and call the space thus defined Hell. in this place, farthest from Heaven, they would banish the Primordials. The Gods were all impressed by this idea, and readily agreed. But all six elements known to the Gods had been used already. Where would a new one be found?
The Unconquered Sun already had an answer. Ripping out the essence of one of the defeated Primordials, he forced Autochton, greatest craftsman among the Primordials, to shape it into a new element, Vitriol, and quickly pinned it in the fabric of reality to create Hell.
Now, it should be mentionned that though Mortals could die, and Gods could be destroyed through specials means, Primordials were not subject to the concept of ending. What fate would then await vitriol’s sacrifice? Instead of dying, the slain Primordial’s existence simply vanished, as if he were never born. But as an entity, it could not be ended. Instead, it was simply sent to a new place, where the mad whispers and thoughts of this shamed, vengeful creature who could not die but no longer had life began warping the fabric of reality into a new hall of madness and death : the Underworld.
As the Gods assumed their new place in Heaven, Creation was left in the care of Mortals and lesser Gods, the most numerous of which were the humans. Though they were not as strong, as wise or as powerful as the other races, their numbers and their ambition allowed them to create wonders of industry and marvels of Essence. Seemingly never satisfied with what they had, they continued to expand their knowledge and their reach, whether through association or conquest, until one day their golden age came to a sudden stop.
Little is known about the Retribution, for a horrifying fate seems to befall any who attempt to pierce the veil of history. What is known is that one day, the wrath of the Gods fell upon humanity. The land itself was warped and twisted from a land of plenty and peace to the savage madness of the Wyld. The death count soared to a number no one cared to name, as entire cities suddenly became volcanos and house pets became creatures the size of a castle.
But the Gods did show mercy, and large tracts of land , bearing a city or more, were eventually ripped from Creation through divine intervention and suspended in the sky above it, effectively saving the human race from extinction. Unable to stay in one place, these Roaming Isles were brought under control by the Maidens, who wove powerful cables of faith and essence and attached them to the islands. They then named Chosens, the Navigators, who would be tasked with keeping the Isles moving along their intended paths. These Threaded Paths still guide the movements of almost every island even today, 200 years after their creation.
Slowly but surely, humanity has adapted to living in the sky. Though much of the previous age’s technology has been lost, knowledge of aerial travel is increasing at an inspiring pace, and today humanity thrives again.
But problems do exist. The realms of humanity struggle with limited resources and space, and conflict between the nations is always a threat. These problems culminated 100 years ago during the Northern War, when the Three Kingdoms allied to confront the Northern Empire. Though this empire was defeated and never seen again, the massive use of ressources during the war led to the Great Famine, which layed waste to 30% of the population. Though this did discourage the use of war as a means of solving problems, other tragedies soon befell humanity. But through plagues and attacks by Behemoths, humanity has endured. However, as heresy and rebellion begin to rear their ugly heads, the fate of mankind once again becomes uncertain. In its time of crisis, humanity longs for heroes to guide them to a new golden age.
The question is : can they handle them?