Myth and Legend

Oozes, Slimes, Jelly!
Excerpt from the Gapelus by the epic writer Loracane
It is widely thought that humanity was Miraumar's first and greatest attempt to create a life that the gods could shepherd over but the truth of the matter is something else.  Long before Miraumar and Nydilal conceived the Great Soul of humanity Miraumar chose Miraliwin as his consort and lavished upon her his graces.  This was before Miraliwin came to look as she does today, and in fact was a time when her beauty was perhaps greater than all the other gods.  She was, in Miraumar's eyes, the perfect choice for mother to what would be his children as she was beautiful, caring and joyful.  
    What came of the union between these two deities was anything but beautiful however.  It was immediately apparent that these creatures were not what Miraumar had hoped for, being little more than gelatinous blobs lacking both emotion and real intelligence.  Miraumar tried to pretend that this had been his plan all along but it was not, and that was equally apparent immediately.  Behind his back, the gods mocked him and his new creations and to Miraliwin's face they mocked and jeered.  Her creatures in time became known as blobs, puddings and oozes.  
    When he could hide his failure no longer, Miraumar was taken in one of his fits of rage and cursed Miraliwin for her failure, making her the overseer of night.  He proclaimed that the horror of her creations was best seen in total darkness, when one cannot see, and so she would forevermore preside over darkness.  Miraliwin sank deeply in to depression, not understanding the rejection the others thrust upon her and her children.  Though they were not the perfect creatures Miraumar had wanted, they were still her children and she loved them greatly.  She drowned her sorrows in food and drink.  Her beauty slowly faded from her once lovely face until only only in her eyes can anyone see perhaps what she once was but not many are able to look past her continually salivating mouth and her obesity.  Ironically she now bears a remarkable resemblance to her children.  Many wonder how Elindra would be different if Miraumar would have shown the same love for his first "children" that he does for his preferred ones.

Glimpse of the Divine
Excerpt from the Chronicles of Lycene by the epic writer Hael
Long had been the travel of the companions and deep had they delved
Beyond the caves of the orc and through the sprawling caverns of the drow
Into the depths were rock flows in rivers of molten ore and darkness hangs heavy
Into the Halls of Gargoth where lives the Tentacled Terror of the Deep

Now they tread with great trepidation upon the floors of Krinshar Tunnel
Their bodies were heavy with fatigue and screamed out for a moment of relief
But steadfast insisted the dwarf Baganok, the time of rest had not arrived
So onward to the very stoop of the Black Gate beyond which was Gargoth

There towered the Black Gate of Gargoth as high as the mountains itself
As dark as the deepest black of Rethaqui and as foreboding as the call of the grave
Marked with a circle round and perfect with four tentacles writhing below
Long did they stand and gaze at the magnificence of the Black Gate

Through the lore of Lothiath given to man through treachery was the gate opened
And into the deepest dark did the companions go as cattle to the slaughter
First came the cry of Hegdaal and then only silence in the great dark of Gargoth
Next the cry of Jixgal as music to the ears of the Watchers of Death

Yet it was not until Norgid that the Keeper of Forgotten Lore was seen
Announced by the dancing lights of Gargoth came the Dark God into Krinshar
He was blacker than the deepest night and his face was alive with tentacles 
From those tentacles dangled Norgid as his knowledge was drawn into the Devourer

Soon what was left of Norgid fell to the rock floor of the cavern a limp carcass
And turn to Baganok and Lycene did the Lord of Forgotten Lore, to draw their knowledge
Yet there was naught to be seen for at first glance of the Dark God they had fled
And so back into the Halls of Gargoth went the Lord of Forgotten Lore

So had the Devourer had been seen for the first by the eyes of humanity
And though he be the Lord of Forgotten Lore long shall the memory of day remain
As the mark of the gods upon the line of humanity shall never be forgotten
Neither shall the face of Ybaet, the Dreadlord of the Deep

There Be Gnomes Here
Excerpt from the Gapelus by the epic writer Loracane
Not all things change through the will of the gods and not all heroes are those that are favored by the divine masters.  Yet even those that look not to the gods do their bidding, and through their actions divine providence can often be seen clearly.  Gnom was born a dwarf in the days that followed the Squashing when Nau earned his prize and his new soul line was born.  Yet Gnom was not like the other dwarves.  He did not take to the dark caverns of his brethren, he did not enjoy the lust for battle common in dwarves and above all, he was willing to admit when he was wrong and had none of the stubbornness of his fellows.  More than a few dwarves wondered if Gnom was the result of tampering by Saeth.
    Nevertheless, Gnom chose to leave the underground home of the dwarves and burrowed out a hole for himself in the side of a large hill.  There, in his hole and atop his hill he would spend his days lazily tinkering with new contraptions and seeking ways to make his life easier.  Gnom was not a great lover of hard work, but he was far from lazy.  He believed quite defiantly that the mind was greater than the body.  When Gnom met the goblin named Quigly everything changed.  Here, in Quigly he found a kindred spirit.  Quigly was a wiz with machines and created the greatest inventions that Gnom truly loved.  So great was his passion for these inventions that he left his hole in the ground and set out after Quigly learning everything he could from the goblin.
    When Gnom began his travel some of the younger dwarves left with him.  They had become convinced that Gnom was onto something and so they followed him.  These travelers were called the Gnom-Urik by their dwarven brothers.  Gnom, after their leader, and urik, the dwarven word for outsider.  For many years the Gnom-Urik traveled under the warm sun of Elindra and their bodies slowly grew accustomed to it.  By the second or third generation their children were being born with smaller frames better suited to their new lifestyle and with the passing of dozens of generations an entire new race was born.  For a time they were called the Gnom-Urik but that was eventually shortened to simply gnomes.  
    Since the birth of the gnomes they have followed in the footsteps of their masters. They do not build homes but travel abroad across the face of Elindra seeking new inventions to add to their already impressive array of knowledge.

The Squashing of the Dwarves
Excerpt from the Ilamatar by the epic writer Narmant.
Long ago, even before Elindra was given life and the humans a terrestrial home, there was the Great Upheaval, whence Qiwin spewed forth into the emptiness of Nasci all of the planets and the stars, what the mortals would come to call ‘the world.’  It was decided that humanity would be placed upon this new world, as well as any other mortal races were they ever to be created.  Unfortunately, there was a problem.  The world floated too near the edge of Rethaqui, and it was being drawn ever closer to it, threatening to tumble in wholly, and humanity could not separate from it’s soul line to live on it's own were it to reside within.  So Miraumar offered to all the gods a challenge; if they could move the world deeper into the void of Nasci, they would be rewarded richly.  A minor god would ascend to greatness, and any god would be given the first opportunity to place his or her mark on Elindra.  So did the games ensue, and of them did Cohann write a poem:

In times before Elindra’s birth, 
Whence it was but a sphere of earth, 
The world did sink toward Rethaqui, 
Where flesh and blood would surely die.

Miraumar, both strong and wise, 
Did order that the world should rise. 
He called upon the gods to see, 
The world placed safe, deep in Nasci.

The gods did hurry to his call, 
Rewards desired by them all, 
For winning mean both power and, 
A chance to shape the mortal land.

So did the greatest games begin, 
Each of the gods hoping they’d win.

First Gwellanor, of the wind, 
Did blow and gust from deep within. 
Her tempest, though did naught but fly, 
About the world, passing it by.

Lothiath next, with a magical gift, 
Did try to widen the worldly rift. 
But, to his endless dismay, 
His magic failed to win the day.

And then came Nau, the Strongest One, 
Who grabbed upon the mortal sun.
Standing upon Rethaqui’s face, 
The world was hoisted from it’s place.

He lifted it above his head, 
And it seemed he’d be crushed dead. 
His mighty form was squashed down, 
Condensed and widened all around.

He struggled on through searing pain, 
Stubborn to his final grain. 
Failure or death would be expected, 
But for the confidence projected.

And with a final burst of might, 
He hurled the world out into flight. 
It flew deep into Nasci’s space, 
Now safe to hold the human race.

Nau, still strong, but of strange size, 
Met Miraumar and claimed his prize. 
His mark upon Elindra’s face, 
Would be an entire new race.

A race like he, both squat and strong, 
With stubborn heads and beards so long. 
And thus was born the dwarven soul, 
From humans squashed, but still kept whole.


From Whence the Earth Quakes
Excerpt from the Ilamatar by the epic writer Narmant.
Long after the mortal races of Elindra were gifted with laughter, but yet still while Elindra was smooth and round, save the beautiful and pristine basins of the Mistress of Water and the great conical carvings of Qiwith, it is said that Saeth visited Wilan with a challenge.  Wilan strived to make all things happy and full of laughter and joy, and Saeth knew this, so he told Wilan of a secret only the greater gods knew.  He told Wilan that, when Elindra was first created during the Great Upheaval it was but a barren orb of earth, until Sevaon touched upon it and gave it life.  In this, he claimed, Elindra itself was made alive, but soulless and without emotion; a sad creature indeed.  And so Saeth challenged Wilan to give to Elindra the gift of laughter, for surely Miraumar would be pleased if the home of his prized humans were to be itself happy, and maybe Wilan would even ascend to be an equal to the Greater Gods.
    Wilan, though suspicious for he knew of Saeth's reputation, could not resist such a challenge, and went immediately into the great void where the moons spin about Elindra to observe.  Try as he might, he could not make a connection with Elindra, and had very little idea how to make it laugh.  As he floated, confused, a thought came to him.  When he gifted the mortal races with laughter, he first spent time among them, hiding as a mortal, learning what it may take to pass laughter to them and teach them to create it for themselves.  So it was that he flung himself deeper into the great void, and lived out many years as a planet himself; a great orb covered in trees and animals, with large basins of water, and he pondered what might awake him to laughter.  For centuries he pondered, then he knew. 
    Much as it is impossible for the mortal mind to comprehend the inner workings of a plant, to describe how it is that Wilan connected with Elindra is not within mortal comprehension.  All that matters is that he did do so.  He told his great cosmic joke to the orb that is Elindra, and it began to laugh.  Like a great storm that starts from below rather than above, Elindra quaked and rumbled violently, it's smooth surface became rough and cracked as it laughed, and the great mountains carved by Qiwin became rough and jagged.  A thunderous roar filled the air.  Pleased with his marvelous success, Wilan went to Miraumar to claim his reward.  Much to his surprise, Miraumar was less than pleased himself.
    Miraumar, as he is know to do, began to rage, for the laughter of Elindra had caused devastation upon all life there, and disfigured the planet to a point where to cure it would be to do more damage still.  And as he raged, he watched, for the first time in existence, the smile slip from Wilan's face, and tears begin to rise in his eyes, and Miraumar felt not only pity, but guilt.  Wilan had meant well, and Miraumar had, like the other great gods, laughed as Wilan floated through the endless void in a task they all knew to be impossible.  They knew of what he intended, and knew of the great forces that lie seeded within Elindra, but did nothing then.  And them Miraumar himself laughed a great laugh, a laugh at how wrong he and the greater gods were, and how for once the Greatest Fool was not Wilan.  Confused, but not one to turn down a chance to smile, Wilan dried his tears and began to laugh as well.
    It is said then that Miraumar explained why he was so angry, but did so lightly, and forbade Wilan to ever again take a challenge from Saeth lest he is first consulted.  Wilan laughed with Miraumar once again at this joke, and though he did not ascend, there was some satisfaction that he made a lasting impression on Elindra.  For to this day, the primordial ball of earth and stone still occasionally thinks back to the Wilan's joke, and to this day, the earth still quakes with Elindra's laughter on occasion.

Fall of Teniel & Birth of Dragonkind
Excerpt from the Ilamatar by the epic writer Narmant.
It is said, that in the creation of the human soul line, a spark was set that lit a fire which the mortal world would know for eternity.  While most of the gods danced and celebrated the creation of humanity, there was one, Teniel, who did not celebrate, but instead boiled with fury.  Teniel was once the goddess of love and beauty, standing on high with the greater gods, and known to be a lover of Miraumar; but when he chose instead Nydilal, Mistress of Water to birth what would be his most proud creation Teniel was jealous and bitter.  What could Nydilal possibly offer to the humans?  To Teniel, it was Nydilal who made the humans weak and soft, where with her they would have been a powerful, beautiful, and impassioned race.  So in her jealousy she formed a plan.
    She met secretly with Kedeab, who could not resist her wiles, and in fact did not try to, and she was impregnated.  She then convinced Lothiath, in a way only she could, to lend her some of his magic, to help her to shape her child into a soul-line of her choosing.  This, though she did not tell him, would be a soul line to bear great beasts of destruction and awesome beauty which would rule the mortal humans through force, or kill them outright.  So it was that the soul line of the chromatic dragons was formed, and one of each of a dozen colors were born upon Elindra to bring their terror and destructions upon the humans.
    And bring their terror they did.  The dragons rained devastation upon the humans, leaving nothing alive in their paths.  They devoured them, and the human soul line was nearly as full as on the day of it's creation.  Unfortunately for Teniel, Kedeab feared Miraumar, and knew that these were his children as well, and he went to Miraumar to confess. Miraumar erupted in fury, though he knew the Lord of Beasts was not to blame, and sought out Teniel.  When he found her he stripped Teniel of her beauty and power, leaving her a wretched husk.  In his rage he threatened to strike her dead, make her mortal, or send her to see how she fares with the Dark Ones.  She pleaded for mercy, she did not wish to be cast out with the Dark Ones, nor to be mortal to face her own beasts, and Miraumar halted.  He smiled a moment as he thought of an appropriate punishment.  In the end, the former goddess of beauty and passion was sentenced to serve forever as a wretched and hideous hag, a lesser goddess and handmaiden to Lothendebard.  So it was that Teniel was overcome with naught but sorrow and grief, toiling under the watchful and overly proud eyes of Lothendebard. 
    Of course, stripping Teniel of her power was not the end of the problem for the dragons still needed to be dealt with.  Unfortunately, their soul line had grown far to strong to destroy altogether, so Miraumar, with the aid of his peers did two things.  First, they used their power to set upon the draconic soul line a dwindling curse, which would slow the life of the dragons to a crawl.  Although this had the undesirable effect of giving them extended life, it also stunted their ability to reproduce, and to this day no dragon clutch carries more than three fertile eggs, and many carry none.  The second portion of the plan to defeat the dragons was to reproduce the now weakened soul line, and, with the aid of the Mistress of Twos create dragons that would be kind and gentle with humankind, but which despised their chromatic brethren.  Thus the soul line of the metallic dragons was created, a race of beasts who were inborn with hatred and a desire to strike down the dragons that plagued the humans, while giving little heed the the humans at all.

Tale of the Loremaster
Excerpt from the Gapelus by the epic writer Loracane
'Twas a day like any other
I was walking in the woods with my brother
We were taking about love and life
When all of a sudden a song was heard as if the blade of a knife
There standing before these two woodland men 
Was a man who is why this story began 
There he was The Master of the Bards
Then with a snap of his finger the song shattered into shards
He said unto me that I was a great teller of stories 
How in my words I could soothe all worries 
Your stories are what men hold true 
So I'll beseech this gift unto you 
The gift he gave me was immortality 
Sent by Miraumar himself to help humanity 
I was to inspire men to write of war and love 
And to always watch over them from above.

Tale of the Loremaster
Excerpt from the Gapelus by the epic writer Loracane
'Twas a day like any other
I was walking in the woods with my brother
We were taking about love and life
When all of a sudden a song was heard as if the blade of a knife
There standing before these two woodland men 
Was a man who is why this story began 
There he was The Master of the Bards
Then with a snap of his finger the song shattered into shards
He said unto me that I was a great teller of stories 
How in my words I could soothe all worries 
Your stories are what men hold true 
So I'll beseech this gift unto you 
The gift he gave me was immortality 
Sent by Miraumar himself to help humanity 
I was to inspire men to write of war and love 
And to always watch over them from above.

The Savagery of Kedeab
Excerpt from the Odrysis by the epic writer Oat
Long after Wilan's Folly and after the earth had settled again Miraumar walked among the humans in secret.  Wearing but brown rags and hunched over mightily he traveled about seeking out the purest of humanity, his favorite creatures, to reward.  So it was that he came upon the lonely hut of a woodsman called Kedeab.  Wild and savage, Kedeab ran with the wolves, slinked with the snakes and swam with the great sharks.  He spurned everything that had been given him by Miraumar save the savageness within.  
    The stooped man came upon Kedeab in the wild and, as a beast, Kedeab circled about him sniffing angrily.  At last he spoke, "There is more to you Old Man, a dangerous scent hangs upon you."  For his part Miraumar was impressed, as no one had ever seen past his guile before, "I am but a man seeking shelter for the night and perhaps a bite to eat."  He said to the savage man before him.  Suddenly Kedeab leapt backwards as a predator that realized it had been trapped by greater prey, "By the gods Old Man, I have heard the tale of Calamity.  You are Miraumar come from the heavens to torment me!"  Refusing to give up his disguise so easily Miraumar laughed the wheezing laughter of a man aged in years and close to death, "Miraumar you say... oh that I were.  Surely Miraumar would not walk stooped, or beg from savage men in the forest."  Kedeab circled Miraumar for a time, again sniffing about himself and then bounded off into the wild woods, leaving the King of Gods alone with his thoughts.
    Soon the stooped old man had wandered far into the wildest jungles to the lands of the Kel'Etar, flesh eaters.  Not nearly as perceptive as the savage Kedeab the Kel'Etar came upon Miraumar as he stumbled through a clearing, their spears shining brightly.  Quietly they murmured, "Come to us you tasty meal, come to us you lovely feast, do not think to turn your heel, you cannot flee, not in the least."  Again and again they chanted while slowly walking a circle about the stooped god.  Then came a howl like unto death itself and a blur rushed past Miraumar into the clearing, as a wild beast the blur of motion swept about the circle of Kel'Etar rending them limb from limb amid their screams of sheoldenath, which means in the Common tongue Bringer of Savage Death.  When it was finished Kedeab stood heaving, about him the bodies of a score of Kel'Etar flesh eaters.  
    "Ye gods!  I had no idea you hunted me Master of Savagery."  Miraumar proclaimed, for though he had known that the Kel'Etar were upon him, the shadow of Kedeab was shrouded from him totally, "Truly you are as you seek to be, a wild beast of the forest savage and untamed."  Kedeab looked nonplussed and said nothing to the old man, who continued, "So shall it be as you seek.  No longer to be a man, but now to be free and roam as a savage beast.  Cast from the chains of mortality into the shackles of divinity.  I life you up."  With his proclamation Miraumar cast forth his gown and stood, in his magnificence before Kedeab, but the hunter was gone, having left the clearing as stealthily as he entered.  "Hmph," Miraumar muttered, drawing his tattered brown robe about himself once again and leaning forward under a heavy stoop.  With only a passing glance about he shrugged and continued onward in his quest.

The Four Seasons
Excerpt from the Odrysis by the epic writer Oat
Miraumar has always favored the humans over all the other creatures of Elindra and this is given as the reason that humanity can be found in all corners of the world.  Elindra itself tells the tale of humanity with each passing year.  Miraumar watched as the first humans were born, grew to maturity, lived their lives and then passed on to the grave to meet with their Great Soul.  He desired all of creation to partake in this cycle and so he drew out from the Great Soul of humanity the four spirits of Adreliwyr, Fayld, Thaon and Rhaewyn.  These spirits were sent to watch over the world of Elindra, each rising from dormancy during their time and then passing away again to await their reawakening.
    The first of these spirits is Adreliwyr.  An embodiment of rebirth and new life.  Adreliwyr rises from dormancy on March 21st and with her coming life begins to bloom.  The wintry chill is broken and grass begins to green and flowers bloom.  Adreliwyr is the spirit of spring and she holds power over Elindra until the rising of Fayld.  During this time life is more vibrant and complete than any other season of the year.  Adreliwyr passes into slumber on June 21, when Fayld awakens and summer begins.  Fayld is the embodiment of growth and during the times Fayld is awake the new life born during spring takes hold and blossoms.  Then, on September 22nd, Fayld returns to his rest and Thaon awakens ushering autumn upon Elindra.  This is the season when the growth slows and maturity begins and is the embodiment of the later life of humanity, after they have been born and raised and when they go forth into the world as adults making their own way.  Thaon returns to his rest on December 21st, when Rhaewyn awakens and brings her icy cold to blanket the land.  This last season, winter, is the embodiment of death and the coming of Rhaewyn is feared by many.  Rhaewyn holds Elindra under her power until Adreliwyr awakens and sends her back to sleep thereby freeing Elindra and making way for new life once again.
    The comings and going of these four spirits can be felt in many ways on Elindra beyond the natural turning of the seasons.  When Adreliwyr is awake more babies are conceived than any other time of the year and a babe conceived on March 21st is thought to be extremely lucky, having already escaped the grip of Rhaewyn and is said to have mastery over life and death.  Children born during Adreliwyr's time are also far more likely to be healthy while those born when Rhaewyn holds dominion are much more prone to sickness, disease or stillbirth.  Rhaewyn's time is marked by a steep incline in natural deaths and decline in conceptions.  A child born on December 21st is considered to be most unfortunate and unlucky, held firmly in the grip of death herself.  Such a child, known as Rhaewyn's Babe, is often shunned in the community for to associate with such an unlucky omen is to tempt Rhaewyn.

The Deception of Lothiath
Excerpt from the Ilamatar by the epic writer Narmant.
Long ago, when Elindra was still young, and humankind was still a race of gatherers and hunters, the god Saeth grew bored.  All the greater gods were too busy toiling away with Elindra and humanity to keep him entertained, and though Saeth had planted the seed of deceit in the human soul line their minds were small and weak, and to watch them exercise his gift was as to watch ants squabble over a breadcrumb.  He had a desire to see the humans cause their own chaos, meddle in the plans of the other gods and cause great destruction.  Unfortunately for him though, the human race was too concerned with mortal desires like eating and sleeping to even consider destruction.  So Saeth schemed. 
    He desired to see the humans gifted with a source of power but such was outside his ability, still though, he knew of one that could make such a thing reality.  Lothiath, the great god of magic could do this for him.  Unfortunately, Lothiath jealously guarded the secrets of magic, lest he lose his one advantage over the others of the greater circle.  Saeth was wily though, and knew of Lothiath’s secret desire to lord over all the gods in Miraumar’s throne.  A foolish desire really, for all knew that Miraumar held the ultimate power to cast down the rest, but for one so arrogant in his might as Lothiath such desires can be exploited.
    Saeth was no longer bored, for he was now doing what he loved the most.  He set into motion a plan which would change Elindra for all time.  First, he laid the roots for his plan, using his power to plant seeds of false information into the minds of the other gods.  These bits of information were useless to them really, but they would all wend their way to Lothiath, who would at first also find them to be trivial and menial, but slowly they would begin to connect in his mind.  These odd bits and pieces of information ultimately led Lothiath to believe that Miraumar, after the creation of the human soul line, hid his power deep within it, at it’s core where it would be safe from all the gods, for they all loved humanity too much to destroy it, even for such power. 
    To Saeth’s mind it was a ridiculous idea really, but he knew that Lothiath, as Lord of Destruction, cared little for the human soul, and would eagerly destroy it for it’s knowledge, and Lothiath had only one weapon which could destroy a such a creation.  His weapon was arcane magic.  So he went to the human soul line, as Saeth had imagined he would, and unleashed upon it all of the destructive might within him, and watched in horror as it was absorbed.  Saeth, hiding nearby, smiled at this, for he knew that there was indeed a secret to the soul line, a secret which Miraumar only told him after far too much drink.  It was not that his limitless power was secreted within, but that any direct attack on the human soul line would instead become a gift to the race of mankind, a bit of retribution to anyone who would dare try to harm his precious humans.  So it was that humankind was gifted with arcane magic.
    As the spark of magic began to manifest in humans, they inadvertently unleashed terror upon one another.  They rained doom down upon one another in retribution for what probably began as an accident, and Saeth was pleased.  As this transpired, so too did something else.  Lothiath realized he had been wrong, and had given to the humans a secret even the other gods did not know but now would surely learn.  In a panic and rage, perhaps even a moment of madness, he decided he would destroy Elindra to preserve his only secret.  So he used his magic to create a great ball of stone and flame, which he launched at Elindra. 
    Meanwhile, Miraumar was meeting with Qiwin, Nydilal, Gwellanor, and Nau, discussing what they should do about Lothiath’s 'gift' when Saeth was noticed to be sitting among them.  Quickly they quieted, for to speak of important matters around Saeth was to have those matters undone, but he merely smiled.  “Perhaps, milord, you should see to Elindra before it is utterly destroyed,” he said, then vanished in a wisp of smoke.  Miraumar was angry at his insolence, but curious nonetheless, and he looked to Elindra, where Lothiath cackled madly in the void, and the great fiery orb blazed toward it’s mark.  Quickly the gods acted.  Nydilal sent an ocean’s worth of water to quell the flames; Gwellanor sent Nau hurtling toward the now steaming hunk of rock with a great gust of wind, and when Nau reached the orb he struck it with all of his might.  And thus the orb broke into a million pieces, caught spinning about Elindra forever.  Most of these pieces would form one of the great rings, while a few larger chunks became Elindras first moons.  For now, the world was safe, but all was not yet resolved. 
    Miraumar had already sprung to action, stripping Lothiath of his godly power and hurling him to Elindra where he would live on, still immortal, but not godly.  For a thousand years Lothiath would be sentenced to live on Elindra, teaching the mortals the proper use of magic, to prevent them from destroying themselves and the world.  Saeth was happy with the chaos he had wrought, and though the humans could wield scarcely a fraction of the power of Lothiath without death, he knew he single-handedly changed their fate forever, while also causing a great deal of grief to Lothiath and all the other gods.  When the legends were finally penned Saeth did laugh, for in all eternity, it was not until the reading of this passage that the gods had truly learned that he was responsible.

Seduction of Miraumar
Excerpt from the Odrysis by the epic writer Oat
When the gods were young Miraumar chose from among them Teniel, the most beautiful, to be his first lover.  For an age the two were inseparable and Teniel gave unto Miraumar a daughter, Araocia.  When the new babe was born all the gods gathered for a great celebration and presented the babe with gifts.  From Saeth came the gift of charm and many were shocked that the Saeth would so readily give away his charm for he was renowned for it.
    Miraumar was pleased and watched as his daughter grew from a babe to a young goddess.  The gifts bestowed upon her made her more beautiful and charming than any of the gods.  Yet Araocia was not happy with the lot given unto her.  She was the most beautiful of the goddesses in the heavens yet it was the others that Miraumar chose for lover.  She yearned to stand at the side of Miraumar for great power was given unto his lover.  When she made this known Miraumar recoiled from her in horror saying, "You are from my loins woman!"  
    Defeated Araocia returned to her chambers where Saeth was waiting for her.  He whispered into her ears a plan that would ensure she could have what she wanted.  Later, when Miraumar was sick with drink Araocia went into his chambers, as she entered she drew forth the Darkness, given her by Saeth, and Miraumar could neither hear nor see who had come to him.  She gave to him the finest of drink from Crerawyn and soon the Lord of the Gods forgot that he could neither see who he was with nor hear who he was with.  All that mattered was that there was a goddess with him.  By morning Araocia was with child.
    The morning banished the darkness sent by Saeth and revealed to Miraumar what had transpired.  He looked out upon his daughter and recoiled in horror and anger.  She shrunk back from him affrighted, fearing for her very being and Miraumar calmed somewhat.  "It would be a crime greater than I can commit to take from you the beauty that you hold but this I declare.  Forevermore you shall be consumed by your passions and the craving within and shall go forth bringing a spark of this to mankind that they may know what it is to feel the burning need of the gods.  Yet that thing that grows within you shall know only suffering.  It is a horror that should not be and shall be seen as such.  Not a stitch of your beauty shall be given unto it and no gifts or offerings shall it receive.  It shall live outside our homes in the gutters and know unending suffering.  It shall weep at its lot in life and never know happiness."
    And so Yiliwyth was born into a life of hardship through no fault of her own.

To Prevent a War
Excerpt from the Ilamatar by the epic writer Narmant.
There was a time, it is said, when humanity walked on restless feet, never content to settle, but continuously moving forward, leaving old kingdoms and cities behind, all but completely abandoned, in favor of striking out into new territories.  It is during this time of vast expansion and exploration that human kind first came upon the Sacred Groves, ancient forests laid down by Felibwyn while Elindra was still young, and inhabited by elves.
    Expansion into and through these great woods was slow and frustrating, for the trees did not easily come down, and it seemed that nature itself fought against being destroyed, growing up quickly wherever it was struck down.  Progress was slow, but it did come.  With the aid of arcane magic, the bounds of the forest were slowly pushed back.  For some years the elves were content to share their lands and the verdant bounty of the Groves, but as it became apparent that humankind would waste what they had gathered, and leave little possibility of the forest coming back, they grew impatient.
    So the elves sent out messengers in an attempt to come to an agreement with the humans, but they would have no part of it.  The elven messengers were sent back to the forest with no consolation, never even given audience to the lords of men.  And thus were the first sparks of war ignited between elf and human.
    It started small at first, as the humans tried to press into the forest they would find themselves driven out by arrow fire, or the land itself would come alive to thwart them.  From there it grew, humans would go armored into the forest in clear defiance, but would be shot down by keenly aimed elven arrows.  Tensions mounted, and the humans began to rally an army, a force which was mighty in numbers and tempered by magical might.  They would destroy the forest utterly, the elves along with it.
    Most of the human race agreed that they should not let the elves command them, and supported the great battle.  There were a few sects, though, that believed we underestimated the elven power, a few who believed the war would be wrong on principal alone, and a few still who felt that, in the end, there would be no true victor.  A minor noble, owner of a small college of wizardry and a small bit of land, by the name of Qelinad, came from this last group.  He felt that this war would end not with a clear victor, but with two races and the land about them decimated and defeated, and he did not want to see this happen.
    This man then took it upon himself to do something about it.  First, he went to the elves, and asked them to withdraw their forces for five more years.  The humans never ventured far into the lands, and would likely take this withdrawal as an early victory.  In exchange, he would send into the forest the head instructors of each of the magical schools in his college to teach elven kind the use of arcane magic.  If the humans did not quiet their expansion after this time, they would no longer be at a disadvantage in magical studies.  They agreed to this, but let it be known clearly to him that, if the humans attacked, or if they ventured too deep, this treaty would be considered broken. 
    Second, Qelinad had to deal with the human forces.  He went to them and told them that the elves had agreed to withdraw and that the war need not commence.  The human generals went into the woods and found that this claim indeed seemed true, so for a time the war was stopped.  Of course, the expansion into elven lands did not end immediately, but it merely continued as slowly and laboriously as ever. 
    For the next three years Qelinad struggled to mend fences between the races, using their common worship as a platform.  He prayed to the gods to let both races see their folly and visited the temples of elves and men to speak with the clergy.  To his great delight, his message spread, and in three years relations, though uneasy, had opened between the races.  After a short while an agreement was reached between the races and the greatest war Elindra was likely to see was avoided. 
    Throughout the next few decades, as Qelinad grew into old age, he never claimed recognition for the war he was responsible for preventing, and some say in his continuing years he was responsible for much more peace than is known today.  One thing is known though.  On his deathbed, as Qelinad was to go to rest for all eternity, to become one with the human soul line, an elderly man in brown robes visited him.  He smiled upon Qelinad, a warm smile with eyes that shone with dignity, wisdom, and agelessness scarcely befitting his decrepit frame.  And unto Qelinad he spoke, "For your services to the mortal races of Elindra I raise you up, to do your good work forever for them, and perhaps even for us.  The Gods." And with that, the old man threw back his robes and smiled down, his strong, proud face now befitting those shining eyes, for it was the face of Miraumar which now gazed down upon Qelinad, and his words were true as he spoke them.

Praxus the Mighty and Razorguard
Excerpt from the Odrysis by the epic writer Oat
Like so many things, the Divine Comedy began when a young man named Praxus issued a challenge to the gods. He said that he could overcome any challenge the presented, to claim the prize he wished, which was to be known by all that live upon Elindra. With the challenge offered the gods began devising trials to place before young Praxus.
    One of his many challenges was to defeat 100 belucos. Created by Qiwin at the dawn of creation, the belucos had been charged with holding back the onslaught of demonic powers before Elindra was cast deep into the void away from Rethaqui. The belucos were impervious to harm, made entirely of adamantine and not affected in any manner by magic. Praxus set out immediately to defeat them. In his first encounter with the belucos he tested their every weakness and found that they were true to the legends surrounding them. Completely impervious to harm of any kind and unaffected by magical means. Nevertheless, Praxus refused to be beaten.
    He traveled to the Mount of Celarisha and wrestled with the beast Droleetious to gain entry to the home of the gods where he sought out Nau and had a mighty sword, Razorguard, crafted. Nau labored for many days on the blade and hammered it to an edge so fine that it could cut through anything. Armed with Razorguard, Praxus returned to his trials and called out all 100 belucos to do battle with him. Like a tidal wave of destruction he tore into them, and the blade forged by Nau was true to its claims, cutting through the bodies of the belucos as if they were made of paper. When it was finished Qiwin gave Praxus the title of “the Mighty” for never before had so mighty a struggle been fought and overcome.
    Praxus wielded Razorguard for the remainder of his life and passed the blade on to his son who lost it in a card game to a swindler. The sword passed out of history and has not been seen since.


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