Ancient History



“In the beginning, there was a great void, and the earth was scarred with the memories of forgotten ages. From the void emerged the energies of life, Varshadan, and they created the Aeinadan, delicate magical beings, to inhabit the earth and heal its wounds. The Aeinadan created the thresholds of purity, holy springs from which flowed forth powerful energies, but before long, the corruption of the earth took hold of them, and they fell to the chaos of the void.

The Varshadan lamented for their creations, and became determined to create a heartier race, a race that could withstand the hatred of the earth. And so the dwarves were created, sturdy creatures that delved into the aching earth without care or caution. They awoke the fell creatures from the forgotten ages in their carelessness. So the earth came upon them in fury, and they fell to the chaos of the void.

The Varshadan lamented for their creations, and became determined to create a master race, a race with both magic and strength to nurture the earth and cure the ills of the forgotten ages. And so the Elves came to be, fair woodland beings that inhabited the earth and slowly spread like a soft moss across all of Edvensfall, healing over the scars of the earth and giving life to the charred void.

The Varshadan had waited for a long time, and had watched their creations blossom. But they were near the end of their existence, and in one last effort to populate the earth, they created man to coexist with the Elves in harmony. They faded into the west, before the endless sea, and spoke but one word: ‘Avo.’ And so Avo came to be, to rule over Elf and Man in harmony.

The Varshadan passed, and Avo rose, and it was good.”

  -Excerpt from the Old Scripture, San’lyn collection.