Crowley
Villager
In the time before time even existed, black swathes of void stretched over the lands of Isaegia. This was known as the Era of The Void Father, Jorael, or more simply known, the Era of Jorael. The races that live to this day descended from those nomadic tribes that spawned from the void and wandered through the land, worshiping the unknown tendrils that swept to and fro as the immaterial and material clashed as the land formed and changed. It was believed that offerings, prayer, and in most extreme cases, sacrifice, were given to this void to ensure safe travels. As this religion spread, the Void gained conscience through the power it was given and grew curious as to the beings that roamed between its fingers. Their offerings had satiated it, and yet, it wasn't enough.
Greed overtook what the tribes had come to know it as “Jorael”. The sweeping void tendrils became more erratic, and as a result, many tribes turned to sacrificing their people to ensure safety for others. Others, infuriated by their god, worshiped the land instead, as well as what little light that they came across, often emitted by the fireflies that inhabited flew between the trees. The near constant sacrifices dropped the numbers of the races into near-extinction levels, and with them, so did the powers of Jorael as they have come to be known.
After many a century of struggle, did spring forth a new god through the prayer of those who defied their Void Father, whose arrival was marked by the first dawn of the sun. So came the Era of The Mother of Being, Qoutra. This new deity brought equilibrium to the ravaged world. Day to combat night, Light to combat darkness, and order to combat chaos. A great snicker came forth from Jorael, whose power over his Void Tendrils had been untouched and still caused great peril for the many tribes that survived the Darkest Night, challenged this new being to remove his influence, as there already existed land to counter his emptiness. “Qoutra”, who had grown strong since its birth, stood to Jorael and poised to strike
Qoutra engaged in combat with Jorael, she who fought with claw, and he who fought with tentacle. Though Qoutra was invigorated by the power of youth and worship, Jorael had age and experience on his side. The Gods were matched. Outside the Realm of Gods, the tribes knew of this battle, and felt it within the world. Qoutra, knowing that alone she would not conquer, birthed a new being, “Ninway”, a minor god of warfare and conquest. With the odds now stacked against him, Jorael turned to flee, but was captured within Qourtra’s clawed fist with Ninway to plunge his mighty spear within Jorael.
Void spewed forth from his wound, and each droplet landed into the minds of the races giving forth imagination, ideas, dreams, and nightmares. However, as an unforeseen consequence, it also gave the races the capabilities for evil, corruption, and greed. With Jorael now mortally wounded, Qoutra plunged her right claw into Jorael’s wound and pulled forth the essence that created the land before casting him aside to the mercy of Ninway who continued to riddle his body with holes. Qoutra molded the essence into yet another being, “Isaegia”, who was tasked with the shaping of the land, just as Qoutra had shaped him.
Isaegia descended upon the Realm of Mortals with hands as deft as a master artisan’s, scooped handfuls of land from the world and with it formed mountains and hills. From their hair, they created grass, and their tears, the rivers and oceans. In some areas of the world, they filled the air with his cool breath to create the tundras, and from eating fire, blew hot air into the deserts. Then, they looked down upon this newly formed world, and felt something missing. With a shot in the dark, Isaegia did again eat the flames, but bore a hole in many mountains into the world’s center and drooled lava into its core to rise from the volcanoes, and with their work done, settled within its molten core to rest. The mortals, thankful for the order restored literally to the previously ever-changing land did name the word for the god, and dubbed this time the Era of the World Spirit, Isaegia.
Jorael, heavily wounded, but still alive thanks to the careful planning of Ninway, was scooped up in Qoutra’s claw, and cast out of the Realm of Gods and into the night’s sky, whose holes shine through as the stars in the sky.
The Mortals, now capable of finally settling down due to the now static nature of the world, set forth to discover the wonders that Isaegia had left for them, and with no gods to name this new era for, simply called this time the Era of Discovery, but the Mortal’s had no guidance to go by, unused to the ground remaining as it were. The idea was so foreign to them that many were lost, others, unable to sustain themselves on the land around them. The races called to the aids of gods once more, and one did form, although minor as it was. Hestold, the minor god of Discovery was born and so the era was renamed to the Era of The Beholder, Hestold.
As time passed, and much of Isaegia was cataloged, ushered the Era of Settlement. The races erected farms, houses, and given time, kingdoms with large castles and bustling markets. However, something went wrong. The evil, corruption and greed caused many lords and kings to declare war for each other’s resources that they had claimed. As well, bands of bandits and looters emerged, roamed, and killed or stole. Even within the kingdoms did neighbor turn against the other. Those who sought to kill or fight, even without just cause, called upon Ninway for his blessings. Slowly, as tactics turned to random acts of bloodshed, Ninway, as did the races, corrupted. From his neck, the corruption spread into a new head. A bull’s head, to counter-act the helmeted one next to it, indicative of the bestial nature of the wars and the fighting that ensued.
And so begun the Era of the Child and the Guardian. As the wars had begun, the many kingdoms erected stone walls to protect their people, and as they came under siege prayed for protection, bringing forth, Polosk, the Guardian. With the aid of Polosk, many kingdoms were capable of reinforcing their walls and better ensuring their protection. But upon seeing her child’s corruption, Qoutra grew upset with the mortal races and awoken Isaegia to enact her vengeance. From within the core, Isaegia raised the levels of lava and water, flooding the surface with reforming rock, and forcing the races to the mountains. With the world again covered in barren rock, Isaegia sculpted the land as they had done before. This brings us to modern times, with the land and the people, ready for a new beginning, as is so appropriately dubbed the Era of Rebirth.
Greed overtook what the tribes had come to know it as “Jorael”. The sweeping void tendrils became more erratic, and as a result, many tribes turned to sacrificing their people to ensure safety for others. Others, infuriated by their god, worshiped the land instead, as well as what little light that they came across, often emitted by the fireflies that inhabited flew between the trees. The near constant sacrifices dropped the numbers of the races into near-extinction levels, and with them, so did the powers of Jorael as they have come to be known.
After many a century of struggle, did spring forth a new god through the prayer of those who defied their Void Father, whose arrival was marked by the first dawn of the sun. So came the Era of The Mother of Being, Qoutra. This new deity brought equilibrium to the ravaged world. Day to combat night, Light to combat darkness, and order to combat chaos. A great snicker came forth from Jorael, whose power over his Void Tendrils had been untouched and still caused great peril for the many tribes that survived the Darkest Night, challenged this new being to remove his influence, as there already existed land to counter his emptiness. “Qoutra”, who had grown strong since its birth, stood to Jorael and poised to strike
Qoutra engaged in combat with Jorael, she who fought with claw, and he who fought with tentacle. Though Qoutra was invigorated by the power of youth and worship, Jorael had age and experience on his side. The Gods were matched. Outside the Realm of Gods, the tribes knew of this battle, and felt it within the world. Qoutra, knowing that alone she would not conquer, birthed a new being, “Ninway”, a minor god of warfare and conquest. With the odds now stacked against him, Jorael turned to flee, but was captured within Qourtra’s clawed fist with Ninway to plunge his mighty spear within Jorael.
Void spewed forth from his wound, and each droplet landed into the minds of the races giving forth imagination, ideas, dreams, and nightmares. However, as an unforeseen consequence, it also gave the races the capabilities for evil, corruption, and greed. With Jorael now mortally wounded, Qoutra plunged her right claw into Jorael’s wound and pulled forth the essence that created the land before casting him aside to the mercy of Ninway who continued to riddle his body with holes. Qoutra molded the essence into yet another being, “Isaegia”, who was tasked with the shaping of the land, just as Qoutra had shaped him.
Isaegia descended upon the Realm of Mortals with hands as deft as a master artisan’s, scooped handfuls of land from the world and with it formed mountains and hills. From their hair, they created grass, and their tears, the rivers and oceans. In some areas of the world, they filled the air with his cool breath to create the tundras, and from eating fire, blew hot air into the deserts. Then, they looked down upon this newly formed world, and felt something missing. With a shot in the dark, Isaegia did again eat the flames, but bore a hole in many mountains into the world’s center and drooled lava into its core to rise from the volcanoes, and with their work done, settled within its molten core to rest. The mortals, thankful for the order restored literally to the previously ever-changing land did name the word for the god, and dubbed this time the Era of the World Spirit, Isaegia.
Jorael, heavily wounded, but still alive thanks to the careful planning of Ninway, was scooped up in Qoutra’s claw, and cast out of the Realm of Gods and into the night’s sky, whose holes shine through as the stars in the sky.
The Mortals, now capable of finally settling down due to the now static nature of the world, set forth to discover the wonders that Isaegia had left for them, and with no gods to name this new era for, simply called this time the Era of Discovery, but the Mortal’s had no guidance to go by, unused to the ground remaining as it were. The idea was so foreign to them that many were lost, others, unable to sustain themselves on the land around them. The races called to the aids of gods once more, and one did form, although minor as it was. Hestold, the minor god of Discovery was born and so the era was renamed to the Era of The Beholder, Hestold.
As time passed, and much of Isaegia was cataloged, ushered the Era of Settlement. The races erected farms, houses, and given time, kingdoms with large castles and bustling markets. However, something went wrong. The evil, corruption and greed caused many lords and kings to declare war for each other’s resources that they had claimed. As well, bands of bandits and looters emerged, roamed, and killed or stole. Even within the kingdoms did neighbor turn against the other. Those who sought to kill or fight, even without just cause, called upon Ninway for his blessings. Slowly, as tactics turned to random acts of bloodshed, Ninway, as did the races, corrupted. From his neck, the corruption spread into a new head. A bull’s head, to counter-act the helmeted one next to it, indicative of the bestial nature of the wars and the fighting that ensued.
And so begun the Era of the Child and the Guardian. As the wars had begun, the many kingdoms erected stone walls to protect their people, and as they came under siege prayed for protection, bringing forth, Polosk, the Guardian. With the aid of Polosk, many kingdoms were capable of reinforcing their walls and better ensuring their protection. But upon seeing her child’s corruption, Qoutra grew upset with the mortal races and awoken Isaegia to enact her vengeance. From within the core, Isaegia raised the levels of lava and water, flooding the surface with reforming rock, and forcing the races to the mountains. With the world again covered in barren rock, Isaegia sculpted the land as they had done before. This brings us to modern times, with the land and the people, ready for a new beginning, as is so appropriately dubbed the Era of Rebirth.