Post by Zeno on Jun 1, 2013 23:27:32 GMT -5
In the beginning, there was the Gods. At first, there was only the nine Greater deities. These beings were lost. They had all that power, yet didn't know what to do with it. Therefore, they decided to create things. They created a realm, the Realm of Eld, what would become a paradise, a utopia. Boccob and Wee Jas created the lands, and then created a large amount of lesser deities to help in the land's creation. Soon, woods and oceans were created, the land was given air and soft soil, ideal for growing things. Next came the animals.
Then, Corellon Larethian created the creatures of utmost beauty and grace. He created the Elves, the only creatures he felt deserved to walk in the paradise the gods had created. These beings flourished in the Realm of Eld. They were very happy, and Corellon greatly enjoyed the attention he received from his creations. Naturally, this made the other deities jealous. The Elves were aware of the others, and greatly revered them, but they never got quite as much attention as Corellon did.
Therefore, Pelor, the god who had given Eld the sun, created the human race, a race he felt was much more flexible, much more versatile, than the Elves. Moradin created the Dwarves, the hardy people who dug deep into the mountains, digging for the precious gems he had hidden there. Garl Glittergold made the Gnomes, as he felt the world, which was so monotonous and dull, needed a bit of humor added to it.
Gruumsh, always the instigator, created the Orcs, which instantly earned him the spite of his fellow gods, as the Orcs were the result of the inbreeding of Corellon's finest creations, and were the complete opposite of the graceful Elves. The Orcs immediately took to Gruumsh's teachings. They were the rightful heirs of the Realm of Eld, and they were the only one fit to rule it.
While the other gods argued, each of them making their own changes to the world, the Raven Queen was quite content with how things turned out. Although she didn't contribute much to the creation of Eld, she was the goddess of death, and for each person slain in the wars sparked by the creations of the other gods, she gained more power as each soul became hers.
And so it continued... For millennia, there were wars, each race looking to expand their own territories. The gods, eventually noticing how their utopia was covered in chaos, tried to make things right. They intervened here and there, but the seeds of hatred had already been sewn. The great races of the world would never stand united, that was clear to everyone, and the world would never be the utopia they had hoped for.
Then, Boccob did the unthinkable... He went to Eld, and mated with a human female, hoping his offspring would bring peace and balance to the world...
This caused the birth of the Primordium, the demi-god son of Boccob, who would grow up to become the God-Emperor of Mankind, forming the Imperium of Man by uniting the human race. He ruled for thousands of years, never aging, constantly expanding his empire. This was all well and good for a while, until the other gods noticed the hatred the Primordium had for all other races, thinking them impure and unfit to linger in the world. And so, the Nine Hells were opened...
No one knows who opened the portal to the first Hell, the Lolth Realm, but someone did, and most fingers point at the Raven Queen. However, all the gods were spiteful toward Boccob for spawning such a being, so they all had a motive.
In either case, the opening of the portal to the Lolth Realm, a Hell dimension far out of the reach of the gods, allowed the demons to enter Eld, throwing it further into chaos...
The demons were the greatest horror ever unleashed on the Realm of Eld. Following only their primal instincts and insatiable bloodlust, these creatures stormed the Imperium of Man. They killed, cannibalized, raped, and burned as they went, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
The demons tore a path of carnage straight into the Heart of the Imperium, where the Primordium joined in forces in battle. The war was waged for years. The demon threat seemed infinite. For every demon killed, ten more would scramble over its corpse to continue the fighting, some even eating the corpse to regain their strength.
The Imperium won the war, but the cost was great. The Imperium was shattered, and the corruptive influence of the energy the demons of Lolth put out infected the Imperium ranks, even affecting the God-Emperor's own children. Voices materialized in their heads... the cackling voices of the greater powers of the Lolth Realm... They whispered things, promises of power and glory, if they only managed to kill their siblings and dethrone their father...
So, they started fighting amongst themselves, either getting killed or fleeing for their lives. Either way, the Imperium of Man was destroyed. They no longer held the power they once did, and the God-Emperor committed himself to a millennia-long sleep in an effort to gather his strength, to plan things out, to make sure his Imperium would rise once more.
Things seemed to calm down for a while. The other races of Eld, having seen the demon threat for themselves, decided to calm their own wars, all of them maintaining enough strength to repel a possible second invasion. The gods also felt that drastic measures would need to be taken. Therefore, Boccob and Wee Jas created a new realm, Arathros.
As it was created without the influence of the other gods, this realm maintained harmony, as its two creators got along very well with each other. They created the Three Siblings, granting them omniscience, so they could see the threats before they came, and created the Guardian Angels to act as the protectors of Eld. Then came the normal Angels, to act as the soldiers of the Arathros army, whereas the Guardian Angels were the generals.
Things... didn't work out quite how they had planned...
The demons were relentless. They craved only battle and bloodshed. The creation of this new threat wasn't seen as a threat as all, but rather as a challenge. And so, a portal was opened to Arathros as well, once more without a clear perpetrator. No one, not even the gods, knew who had opened the portal, just like with the portal in Eld.
The demons, seeing this greater challenge in Arathros, mostly forgot about the Realm of Eld, instead pouring into the realm of the Angels, sparking a millennia-long war.
During this war, the Raven Queen, a goddess with a lot longer reach than the other gods, had peered into the Lolth Realm, and found a demon of particular interest. This demon was the leader of Lolth, the undisputed king. He and his brother, Legion, were the strongest demons in the Lolth Realm, and the Raven Queen became interested in them, but especially the king. She took a human form and ventured into the Lolth Realm.
Upon informing the demon king Drakor of her status as a god, and beating him in single combat, she proclaimed that he would sire her a powerful child, and lay with him right there, before leaving the Lolth Realm.
This gave birth to yet another demi-god, Dagalûr, the only demi-god to be born in the realm of the gods. He did not remain there, however. Having seen how the other gods reacted to the birth of the Primordium, the Raven Queen disintegrated the child and sent him to the Lolth Realm to live with his father.
This had... unfortunate results...
The pain of the move to the Lolth Realm had been incredible, breaking the young demi-god's mind. Dagalûr became obsessed with the feeling of pain. He felt that pain and him were one, and so he should be responsible for the pain of everyone. He wanted everyone to feel the pain that was forever burned into his minds.
He became a warrior, slaying any demon that challenged him, and even slaying Drakor to prove his strength. Legion, who had long since taken the throne from his brother, became enraged at his brother's death and sent his minions to kill Dagalûr and bring the king his head.
Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on every single minion, all the way up to his generals, being single-handedly slaughtered by Dagalûr, who, covered in the blood of his enemies, marched right into Legion's palace, killing anyone that tried to stop him, adorned in hellforged armor. He entered Legion's throne room, confronting his uncle, who towered over him, holding the power of the thousands of demons he had killed, due to the assimilatory properties of his staff.
However, even with the combined might of thousands of demons at his disposal, Legion ultimately fell to Dagalûr after a battled that lasted for two hours. Dagalûr took the throne away from Legion, the castle in ruins around them, the throne being the only thing still standing. However, in a rare act of mercy, he left Legion alive, to serve as one of his generals in his already growing army.
By this time, the greater races of Eld had all conquered their own lands and made their kingdoms. The Neutral Lands were left as a land where no country ruled, where no law existed, as they couldn't be bothered to fight for it. The Dark Lands were where the dark races of Eld were forced to live, most of them constantly fighting for the right to rule. The Dark Lands were named as such, and the dark races were forced there, because of the corruptive influence of the land. As the existence of the portal to the Lolth Realm had long since been forgotten by those who weren't demons, they had no idea why the place was so corruptive.
The decision to not investigate the cause proved to be unwise, as after millennia of waiting, Dagalûr broke out of the Lolth Realm, bringing his demonic army with him. However, unlike the last demonic invasion, this one was subtle, and Dagalûr made sure to claim dominion over the Dark Lands before he even contemplated conquering the other nations, as he needed a foothold so that the past mistakes weren't repeated.
And now, the future is uncertain. No one knows who will win. The corruptive influence of the Nine Hells still lingers in the air, affecting more and more people. There is no certainty that the forces of good will come out of this victorious...
Then again...
Miracles can happen...
Then, Corellon Larethian created the creatures of utmost beauty and grace. He created the Elves, the only creatures he felt deserved to walk in the paradise the gods had created. These beings flourished in the Realm of Eld. They were very happy, and Corellon greatly enjoyed the attention he received from his creations. Naturally, this made the other deities jealous. The Elves were aware of the others, and greatly revered them, but they never got quite as much attention as Corellon did.
Therefore, Pelor, the god who had given Eld the sun, created the human race, a race he felt was much more flexible, much more versatile, than the Elves. Moradin created the Dwarves, the hardy people who dug deep into the mountains, digging for the precious gems he had hidden there. Garl Glittergold made the Gnomes, as he felt the world, which was so monotonous and dull, needed a bit of humor added to it.
Gruumsh, always the instigator, created the Orcs, which instantly earned him the spite of his fellow gods, as the Orcs were the result of the inbreeding of Corellon's finest creations, and were the complete opposite of the graceful Elves. The Orcs immediately took to Gruumsh's teachings. They were the rightful heirs of the Realm of Eld, and they were the only one fit to rule it.
While the other gods argued, each of them making their own changes to the world, the Raven Queen was quite content with how things turned out. Although she didn't contribute much to the creation of Eld, she was the goddess of death, and for each person slain in the wars sparked by the creations of the other gods, she gained more power as each soul became hers.
And so it continued... For millennia, there were wars, each race looking to expand their own territories. The gods, eventually noticing how their utopia was covered in chaos, tried to make things right. They intervened here and there, but the seeds of hatred had already been sewn. The great races of the world would never stand united, that was clear to everyone, and the world would never be the utopia they had hoped for.
Then, Boccob did the unthinkable... He went to Eld, and mated with a human female, hoping his offspring would bring peace and balance to the world...
This caused the birth of the Primordium, the demi-god son of Boccob, who would grow up to become the God-Emperor of Mankind, forming the Imperium of Man by uniting the human race. He ruled for thousands of years, never aging, constantly expanding his empire. This was all well and good for a while, until the other gods noticed the hatred the Primordium had for all other races, thinking them impure and unfit to linger in the world. And so, the Nine Hells were opened...
No one knows who opened the portal to the first Hell, the Lolth Realm, but someone did, and most fingers point at the Raven Queen. However, all the gods were spiteful toward Boccob for spawning such a being, so they all had a motive.
In either case, the opening of the portal to the Lolth Realm, a Hell dimension far out of the reach of the gods, allowed the demons to enter Eld, throwing it further into chaos...
The demons were the greatest horror ever unleashed on the Realm of Eld. Following only their primal instincts and insatiable bloodlust, these creatures stormed the Imperium of Man. They killed, cannibalized, raped, and burned as they went, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
The demons tore a path of carnage straight into the Heart of the Imperium, where the Primordium joined in forces in battle. The war was waged for years. The demon threat seemed infinite. For every demon killed, ten more would scramble over its corpse to continue the fighting, some even eating the corpse to regain their strength.
The Imperium won the war, but the cost was great. The Imperium was shattered, and the corruptive influence of the energy the demons of Lolth put out infected the Imperium ranks, even affecting the God-Emperor's own children. Voices materialized in their heads... the cackling voices of the greater powers of the Lolth Realm... They whispered things, promises of power and glory, if they only managed to kill their siblings and dethrone their father...
So, they started fighting amongst themselves, either getting killed or fleeing for their lives. Either way, the Imperium of Man was destroyed. They no longer held the power they once did, and the God-Emperor committed himself to a millennia-long sleep in an effort to gather his strength, to plan things out, to make sure his Imperium would rise once more.
Things seemed to calm down for a while. The other races of Eld, having seen the demon threat for themselves, decided to calm their own wars, all of them maintaining enough strength to repel a possible second invasion. The gods also felt that drastic measures would need to be taken. Therefore, Boccob and Wee Jas created a new realm, Arathros.
As it was created without the influence of the other gods, this realm maintained harmony, as its two creators got along very well with each other. They created the Three Siblings, granting them omniscience, so they could see the threats before they came, and created the Guardian Angels to act as the protectors of Eld. Then came the normal Angels, to act as the soldiers of the Arathros army, whereas the Guardian Angels were the generals.
Things... didn't work out quite how they had planned...
The demons were relentless. They craved only battle and bloodshed. The creation of this new threat wasn't seen as a threat as all, but rather as a challenge. And so, a portal was opened to Arathros as well, once more without a clear perpetrator. No one, not even the gods, knew who had opened the portal, just like with the portal in Eld.
The demons, seeing this greater challenge in Arathros, mostly forgot about the Realm of Eld, instead pouring into the realm of the Angels, sparking a millennia-long war.
During this war, the Raven Queen, a goddess with a lot longer reach than the other gods, had peered into the Lolth Realm, and found a demon of particular interest. This demon was the leader of Lolth, the undisputed king. He and his brother, Legion, were the strongest demons in the Lolth Realm, and the Raven Queen became interested in them, but especially the king. She took a human form and ventured into the Lolth Realm.
Upon informing the demon king Drakor of her status as a god, and beating him in single combat, she proclaimed that he would sire her a powerful child, and lay with him right there, before leaving the Lolth Realm.
This gave birth to yet another demi-god, Dagalûr, the only demi-god to be born in the realm of the gods. He did not remain there, however. Having seen how the other gods reacted to the birth of the Primordium, the Raven Queen disintegrated the child and sent him to the Lolth Realm to live with his father.
This had... unfortunate results...
The pain of the move to the Lolth Realm had been incredible, breaking the young demi-god's mind. Dagalûr became obsessed with the feeling of pain. He felt that pain and him were one, and so he should be responsible for the pain of everyone. He wanted everyone to feel the pain that was forever burned into his minds.
He became a warrior, slaying any demon that challenged him, and even slaying Drakor to prove his strength. Legion, who had long since taken the throne from his brother, became enraged at his brother's death and sent his minions to kill Dagalûr and bring the king his head.
Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on every single minion, all the way up to his generals, being single-handedly slaughtered by Dagalûr, who, covered in the blood of his enemies, marched right into Legion's palace, killing anyone that tried to stop him, adorned in hellforged armor. He entered Legion's throne room, confronting his uncle, who towered over him, holding the power of the thousands of demons he had killed, due to the assimilatory properties of his staff.
However, even with the combined might of thousands of demons at his disposal, Legion ultimately fell to Dagalûr after a battled that lasted for two hours. Dagalûr took the throne away from Legion, the castle in ruins around them, the throne being the only thing still standing. However, in a rare act of mercy, he left Legion alive, to serve as one of his generals in his already growing army.
By this time, the greater races of Eld had all conquered their own lands and made their kingdoms. The Neutral Lands were left as a land where no country ruled, where no law existed, as they couldn't be bothered to fight for it. The Dark Lands were where the dark races of Eld were forced to live, most of them constantly fighting for the right to rule. The Dark Lands were named as such, and the dark races were forced there, because of the corruptive influence of the land. As the existence of the portal to the Lolth Realm had long since been forgotten by those who weren't demons, they had no idea why the place was so corruptive.
The decision to not investigate the cause proved to be unwise, as after millennia of waiting, Dagalûr broke out of the Lolth Realm, bringing his demonic army with him. However, unlike the last demonic invasion, this one was subtle, and Dagalûr made sure to claim dominion over the Dark Lands before he even contemplated conquering the other nations, as he needed a foothold so that the past mistakes weren't repeated.
And now, the future is uncertain. No one knows who will win. The corruptive influence of the Nine Hells still lingers in the air, affecting more and more people. There is no certainty that the forces of good will come out of this victorious...
Then again...
Miracles can happen...