Post by Curiosity on Mar 12, 2014 1:34:26 GMT -7
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”
The universe is ever changing, ever dying and ever reborn. It is through this nature that a new realm emerged with a new world, full of new potential. Eratyne, the young budding planet that it was, needed new life breathed into it. Father Sun and Mother Moon, in their infinite wisdom, saw the life forms of the many worlds and realms surrounding their beautiful new corner of the universe. At this sight, Father Sun stretched out his hand and gave Eratyne and it’s surrounding realm a gentle nudge, setting it on a never ending course through time and space to brush with it’s brethren and to pull forward with it the many species and peoples of existence. Mother Moon, hopeful but cautious in this decision, created the first of the Lunar Walkers to protect her young child planet as it began it’s journey for new life and prosperity.
For two thousand years, Eratyne roamed without ever bumping into one of it’s sibling realms, leaving it’s sole Lunar Walker inhabitants to maintain the beauty and nature of their home. Every winter, a festival was held in honor of their mother, until the two thousandth year when Mother Moon did not grace her children with her presence. Five hundred more year would come to pass before the Lunar Walkers would begin to whisper of Father Sun keeping their mother from them. Inner-squabbling over this accusation brought the first of all wars to Eratyne, “The Great Divide” splitting the Lunar Walkers in two. And so, the protectors turned their back on one another. With the realm no longer in balance, Eratyne swayed and weaved on it’s path, slamming into it’s siblings one after the other.
Portals and rifts were torn, and new peoples and species spilled in wave after wave. The balance could not be maintained with the realm’s protectors too distracted to protect it, and so chaos ensued. God-like creatures, demons, elves, halflings, even fae began to creep in one by one or fall through mass by mass. As the populations increased, the planet suffered, and what had settled into an unspoken and uneasy peace between the torn apart Lunar Walkers soon erupted into full scale war for every race on the planet. “The Sundering” flung the races against one another, no corner of the world safe from the spree of hatred and quest for dominance that had begun.
It was during “The Sundering” that the world changed, it’s lush forests and deep waters diminished by war and selfishness. Much of it’s soil was drenched and soaked with the blood of it’s first born people and those who had come to be Eratyneans. In one great plea for mercy, the world cried out and it’s surfaces quaked and erupted. Fire and rain poured from it’s skies, and it’s flora and fauna retreated away from the horrors of it’s surface. With most of those left standing now fighting to survive the disasters that Eratyne had prayed for to end it’s great agony, “The Sundering” finally came to an end.
Time has passed since then, the oldest of the races still able to recall a childhood of sadness and pain brought about by that last great war. Eratyne has entered it’s three thousandth year of existence and has started to mend it’s injuries with the help of the few loyal protector’s it still has. No longer does it slam into it’s siblings, though as it was meant to, it does brush with it’s brethren every so often. And so, the realm goes on...and none can tell what the future will hold.