The Creation of the World In the beginning, there was the void. There was no form, there was no magic. There was only chaos. Then came the gods. Prane was the first. Always travelling, he discovered the void, and decided to stop for a while. After a time, his siblings came looking for him. They were Varilia, who was kind and gentle, and Valx, who rarely spoke. They stayed there for a time, until Prane spoke. "There should be something here," he said to them. They asked him what, but he didn't answer. While they wondered about this, another came. It was Storna, the goddess of crafting. She had followed Valx and Varilia to see what they had been looking at. She saw potential. She immediately began to work, separating the chaos into order. The others watched, and offered suggestions. It was Varilia who suggested Storna make the sun, so that there would be a warm fire for anyone who came. Prane suggested the stars, so that travelers could find their way. Valx suggested she make a world. It took many ages. Sometimes the three siblings would watch. Sometimes one or two would wander off. But they always came back to see what the world was becoming. In time, they found mates, and had children. Varilia and Ertro had Tranal and Paxan. Prane and Frena had Felderon, Ostena, Baralos. Valx and Eran had Trakla, Ba, and the twins, Calatrin and Avarin. Soon the world was made. Now it needed people and things. They worked together creating mountains and valleys, rivers and oceans. It soon became clear that they favored different places. Baralos, so wild and angry, made his home in the oceans. Storna liked the mountains she had crafted, putting tunnels and caves, and seams of rich gold. Prane enjoyed every place, and he traveled back and forth all over the world. But there were problems arising. Tranal and Paxan often argued with each other. Tranal, older, tried to control his free-spirited brother. Paxan rarely heeded Tranal, and so they would fight. Tranal would often seek help from Felderon, and Paxan would ask help from Ostena. Trakla would ingratiate herself with whoever was winning. Storna supplied weapons with which to fight. Calatrin and Avarin took what they could from the others; Calatrin by guile, Avarin by force. Ba reveled in the destruction. Ertro urged everyone to be kind to each other. Varilia soothed the wounds of the injured. Valx quietly measured all of the combatants, and carefully manipulated his children for his own gain. Eran urged her children to cause more pain. Frena fretted over the damage to her beloved wilderness. Prane thought hard for a solution, for their fighting was sure to destroy the world. He knew that the other gods needed something else to focus on, something that would keep them from fighting directly. It was then that he created the first people. The first people weren't very well defined. They had legs and arms, but their skin was soft and doughy. They stretched and shrunk as they walked, and were never quite the same height. Prane left them with no instruction, and so they began to wander. One wandered into Storna's workshop. "A good solid workman," she thought, and it became the first dwarf, and to him she taught the working of iron. One wandered by Calatrin. "There's a little thief after my own heart," he thought, and it became the first goblin. So it went until all of the races were born (it is said that humans were only given a passing glance, and this is why they are so pliable). The gods forgot their fighting and began to watch these new creations, leading them, guiding them, or goading them, whichever was their preference. And so it is today.