The Forging

The Forging is a myth that is lost to the countless billions of the World of Arua, many in the Reiksfeld view this myth as falsehood and burn any 'heretics' who belive in it's word. The Elves, Dwarves, Halflings, and the countless fey civilizations have dismissed it and the other peoples have only focused on their own creation or have completely, either through deception or ignorance, have stuck to their own myths. This myth, long lost to the sands of time, has been largely forgotten for millenia, is so dangerous, that through word, song, or poem, this 'myth' has been known to upheave nations as their own culture and faith is challenged upon reading the ancient ink on the few remaining books containing this story. Many view this myth as Daemonic, as it challenges their gods and the very word of it is known to sunder the heavens as the gods shriek in fear, as their ingorance to the One haunts them, they seek to forget the past, to keep themselves on their high thrones, when in reality, it is only through the One's good graces that they still exist. This myth is not some foul, ancient prophecy, no godsblight, no nightmare incarnate, but a waning story of what really happened. On how existence came to be.

The beggining and the end. The Forging of the Universe and what lies beyond it.

"For as it was told in the Antiquity of old, there was no light, nor abyss. There was only Lord Ao"

Translated from the ancient illiads that carry this story, this was the first line from the story. Only few mages and wizards can read it's words, but in the beginning, there was only the True Overgod, Lord Ao. For Aeons, he lay in the ever darkneing void that made up the non-existing reality. In that time, Lord Ao lay with only himself, his omniprescence and total unending existence. He lay there, only with his thoughts. He felt nothing but pity to the endless expanse of the void. As the old void waned and died, there was always a new void to be born. This cycle continued as he lay there, thinking. He felt grief for the void, he felt sadness for it, for it was but pure nothing. So, with his pity and love, great blue fire spew forth from every infinite limb he had. His breath dispersed the void as the fire became light that tore the void apart. The higher clouds of fire became blinding light that fought against the void, acting like a barrier, defending the lower plumes of fire from the cold, empty void. The plumes of fire that remained became sunlight as the cinders were grasped by the hands of Lord Ao as they became the Holy Sun, Xius, the star of the Illuminatum. The fire, as quickly as it burst, smothered into ashes. Lord Ao collected these ashes and spread them out as they became land, sea, air, and wind. Lord Ao's holy realm, the Illuminatum, was born. Lord Ao, with his might, spread the Illuminatum to all corners of reality, surrounding the once, eternal void. From his tears, formed the first trees, Mallawood trees sprung from the ground and raised up high into the heavens, from it's bark Lord Ao built his palace with it. From the leaves he the first clouds and the first bushes. From the seedlings he made the grasses and flowers. From the sap he made the oceans and from the branches and splinters he made the mountains and the stone rocks. As Lord Ao sat upon his throne of Ivory, he saw that even though his world was full of greenery and beauty, it was still unfinished. So, he gathered fresh water from the ponds and molded it into the forms of the first fishes and sharks. From the clouds came the birds which he made and from the magma came the mammals and the sand, the insects. All forms of life flourished under his wonderous works. His realm was perfect, but to stop his creations from wandering into the void, he raised the basalt from the seas and the oxygen from the air of his unending realm and together he built walls that rose infinitely high and from the debris, he made the Glade, a golden gate of titanic height, making the Illuminatum unassailable on all fronts. With his home now flourishing with life in all forms, Lord Ao brought unending peace to his realm. The rivers ran with honey and the oceans with freshwater as seeds grew on the soil of the Illuminatum without the need to sew, wind blew and there was no death. the mountains were rich with rare stones and cobbles were made out of gold that littered the streets of Lord Ao's Palace of Ivory, Kantil. Yet, Lord Ao's ambition wasn't satisfied, and from his thoughts and from his love, he created the first of the Iari. The Iari were made in the spitting image of their father and yet, they had not any mind, nor feeling, nor thought. For they were nothing but drones, under the eternal control of Lord Ao. With his will, he had them create the countless cities and the kingdoms within the Illuminatum. Yet, he felt sorry for them, for they had no free will, no sentience, only inconditional obedience. So, after their work was done, he brought them outside the Illuminatum, outside the pearly walls and the blinding gate.

There, Lord Ao, from his hands, he gathered blue flames and each individually put the flames into their hearts.