In the time before time, when the void was all that existed, twenty divine beings emerged from the abyss. They were timeless, radiant, and full of mirth, their laughter reverberating across the emptiness. Known as the Primordial Gods, they possessed limitless power, and together, they wove miracles into the fabric of nothingness.
One by one, they crafted marvels. Elythar, the God of Wisdom, conjured the first star, a blazing light to pierce the darkness. Aurelion, the God of Light, scattered countless others across the void, while Veloren, the God of Creation, spun galaxies into motion. Planets of endless shapes and sizes followed, some blanketed in seas, others swathed in jungles or glacial expanses. Mythara, the Goddess of Nature, filled these lands with animals of infinite variety, each a masterpiece of form and instinct.
For eons, the gods reveled in their creations, their joy unending. Yet, as time passed, a yearning grew within them-a longing for companionship that even their divine laughter could not fill.
One day, Elythar spoke: "We have shaped moons, stars, and life itself, yet this void remains incomplete. Let us create beings in our likeness, to walk upon these lands and share in our delight."
The gods' hearts surged with excitement. They gathered their powers and began their most wondrous work yet.
From their combined essence came the Ten Races, each reflecting a fragment of their divine creators:
Humans, versatile and balanced, molded from the essence of adaptability.
Lunarii, ethereal beings with glowing moonlit skin and galaxy-like eyes, born from serenity.
Tauren, towering and strong, their bovine features reflecting raw power
Sylphs, delicate with shimmering, winged forms, embodying the beauty of nature.
Krelorians, amphibian-like with sleek, luminous skin, suited for water and land.
Drakari, reptilian beings with iridescent scales and clawed hands, symbols of strength.
Valkyrans, majestic winged creatures, their feathers are a testament to divine elegance.
Giants, massive and imposing, their stone-like skin an anchor of stability.
Auren, semi-transparent beings of pure energy, their forms radiant and mystical.
Eldren, elf-like with golden, glowing skin, the embodiment of wisdom.
The gods marveled at their creations, descending often to watch their children build civilizations and fill the galaxy with laughter. For centuries, harmony reigned, and the gods were content.
But one among them was not.
Kaelthar, the God of Ambition, watched the races thrive and felt bitterness. "Why must we simply observe?" he whispered to himself. "Why should we not rule over what we have created?"
His discontent festered until it could no longer be contained. One by one, he approached his kin, weaving honeyed words into their minds. He found willing ears in nine others:
Zephyros, the God of Storms, who longed for chaos.
Morvain, the God of Shadows, who craved dominion over the unseen.
Nyxara, the Goddess of Chaos, who thrived on unpredictability.
Xerathos, the God of Destruction, who relished in unraveling what was made.
Luthien, the Goddess of Vanity, who sought eternal adoration.
Orvek, the God of Greed, whose desires were insatiable.
Thaldras, the God of War, who yearned for eternal conflict.
Velkira, the Goddess of Deceit, who reveled in manipulation.
Cynthera, the Goddess of Pride, who believed the races existed to serve them.
Together, they formed a faction called The Liberators, vowing to overthrow the harmony their siblings upheld.
The Liberators struck without warning. Planets burned, stars fell from the heavens, and entire civilizations were erased in their wrath. The remaining ten gods, now called The Nurturers, rose to defend their creations. Elythar, Serenia, and the others stood firm, wielding their power to shield the races from annihilation.
The war raged across galaxies, tearing apart the very fabric of creation. Stars that once shone brightly were extinguished, and entire worlds were reduced to ash. The gods battled with ferocity, their powers shaking the cosmos.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. For five centuries, the war persisted, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake.
At last, the gods reached their limits. Their divine essence drained, both factions retreated into an eternal slumber to recover. But before they closed their eyes, they left their final marks on the ten races.
Humans: The gift of adaptability and resilience, enabling them to endure any challenge.
Lunarii: The power of healing and nurturing, allowing them to mend what is broken.
Sylphs: A deep bond with nature, granting them harmony with all environments.
Krelorians: Endurance and a connection to water, making them masters of the seas.
Eldren: Longevity and wisdom, to guide others through the ages.
The Liberators' BlessingsTauren: Raw physical strength and dominance.
Drakari: A fearsome presence and unyielding instincts.
Valkyrans: Commanding pride and leadership.
Giants: Imposing strength and resilience.
Auren: A sense of superiority and unshakable self-reliance.
With the gods slumbering, their creations inherited the war. Divided by their blessings and ideologies, the ten races turned against one another, their conflict mirroring the divine schism.
To this day, the galaxy remains a battleground. The echoes of divine laughter have long since faded, replaced by the clash of steel and the cries of battle. The war continues, a ceaseless struggle born from the ambitions of the gods.
And thus, the story of creation became the story of Armageddon, a tale of joy turned to ruin, and harmony twisted into eternal conflict.