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The Creation of Aldvall
Many, many ages ago Titans, far greater than any giants that live today, alone walked the world, bending and shaping it before them. Where their feet fell on soft soil, lakes and sunken land formed. Where they lay their bodies to rest, valleys formed around them and they turned in their primordial dreams. They formed tools and weapons from the stone, and fell the great forests that covered the land, opening up field before them. Their heavy axes dragged behind them, carving canyons and rivers.

As they traveled the land they met more of their kind and banded together, forming two great kingdoms led by two brothers, and split the world in two between them. Those who followed King Garthmar had blood that boiled hot, while those that followed King Urthmar had blood that was like ice. One day a war broke out between the two peoples, which lasted for a thousand and one years. When the followers of Garthmar would fall, their bodies would turn to great mountains filled with magma and iron, and when the followers of Urthmar would fall, their bodies would turn to ice and water, forming glaciers and seas. Eventually the once vast lands were filled with countless mountains and vast oceans, until only the brother kings stood.



The brothers fought each other alone for the last hundred years of the war, until, exhausted Urthmar slipped and Garthmar slew him with his might ax, Fury. Seeing that he had finally killed his brother, Garthmar looked around, and realized he was along in the world. He picked up his brothers corpse and began to weep, and as he did tears of magma fell against his brother's icy blood, and took shape as they reached the earth below, forming bodies. From his first tears, the creatures of the sea formed, and slid off into the oceans that had grown up around the tow brothers as they fought. Next, came the beasts of the land, and scampered off into the mountains that had risen and those land which still rose from the oceans.

Then, as Garthmars sorrow and weeping increased, so did the size and complexity of the shapes formed. Initially with darkness, as the monsters of the world came to life. Afterwards, humanoids took form, initially as the Gnomen, small primal people still tied to the animals they had followed. The titan let out a deep sob, and Fir Bolg fell next to the Gnome, and they became fast friends, joining the animals deep within the forests. Gathmar let out several more great sighs, and the giants as we know them today formed, from the ice and fire and mist of these great sorrows.

Garthmar raised his hand to his eyes, and wiped the tears, mixing soil with the magma as it fell. Together the earth and fire mixed with the purest ice of Urthmar's blood that poured from his bleeding heart, and again with the purest air as it fell to the ground. Once upon the ground, the mixture split four ways, each containing a pure core of one the elements that had formed the droplet, distinct from the other three, yet very much similar in shape, and from them came the four races of Elves. The Magma formed the Drow, hot blooded with a hearth of obsidian. The earthen heart formed the Terran, or Wood Elf, whose heart was made of the purest clay. Next was the High Elf, the Nyene, with a heart of the purest snow, cold and stoic. Finally, formed around a heart of the purest air were the Orm, the most beautiful and serene of the elves.

The Titan took in a deep breath, and let out two sobs, and from his eyes fell two thick tears. When these bonded with his brother, and fell two the ground, they formed the Dur. The first and thicker of these tears bonded with stone and the beings became the Dwarves. The second of these tears bonded with soil, and they became the Halflings. In the distance they saw stone to work and fields to tends, and with that towns and cities to raise from the ground. Return to Home