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The Age of the First
Born
(Divinatium)
A
great void of chaos and despair once filled where the world
now rests. There was no life, nor were there deities to grace
the land, for there was no land to grace. There was no air to
breathe nor any food to eat, for who was there to breathe or
feast? This void ,empty of life, was not meant to remain. The
emptiness began to shift. Great tremors surged through the
heavens. Energy and power ran free through the nothingness,
unmatched and unchallanged. Raging fires and bitter cold winds
wrought havoc through the barren expanse. Time seemed to tear
and then mend once more. The very walls of Zion trembled and
shattered. When the dust cleared, it was he who remained. Many
the names have been for the master of all. The ancients knew
him as Dir’ Elinar, others favored Giegalvion. There is one
name, however, that most in this world recognize as the great
one’s title. That name is Deinam.
The
ends of the universe gave Deinam the power to command Elysium,
but he had not yet a form taken. It seemed of little
importance to him, for he did not take on this task for ages
after he was forged from the abyss. The time came when he
decided to create, but he could not without a body to call his
own. Deinam, the master of all, thus formed himself of the
great virtues of the macrocosm. Discipline formed the sacred
head which rests upon him. Courage became his noble frame.
Humility created the graceful limbs which extended in
splendor. He then engulfed himself in flame. Of all the
beautiful things the master has created, none compares to his
own being. A great bird of fire, spreading its light to every
vast corner. We have come to call this shape of splendor, the
phoenix.
Age of the Creation
(Arcodion)
Deinam carefully chose the realm on which he would
fabricate Narrowmire. He tirelessly searched the heavens, for
not any spot would suit such magnificence, nor would he settle
for an unsuitable region. The fruits of his search were
plentiful, for the perfect spot was at hand. At the time the
realm was void, empty, and lifeless, the way much was before
the master was born. With his great flaming wings, he gather
stone and rock remains, the waste left over from his creation.
Of these rocks, he formed a crude sphere and placed it in the chosen realm. With
the fire that consumed his body, he cast the mass of stone
ablaze, and let it burn for three years. When the time was
right, a gust from his mighty wings extingushed the fire. He
cast great coulds of rain and thunder to soothe the smoldering
mass. Another four years passed until the rock was once again
cool. The result of his labor was magnificent: a great orb of
stone no longer made seperate pieces, but one. Every remaining
crevice was filled with sparkling water, breathing peace
throughout, and turning stone to fertile soil. We now
represent the seven years of the master’s labor in the seven
days of our week.
Deinam
now set forth to fill the world with life. With the fragrant
soil of the earth, and pure water that flowed throughout,
Deinam sculpted a figure, one that possessed two arms and two
legs. He spent hours toiling over every detail, so that no
part of the sculpture was imperfect. He finished, and saw that
it was good, but it was not complete. It needed a companion,
and a companion he made. The great one, with a gust of air,
breathed life into the two figures. The mud shell cracked, and
living, breathing beings emerged. They were tall and graceful,
with pure white skin, big blue eyes, and dazzling platinum
hair. The name the master gave them has long since been lost,
but they are now known as the ancients.
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