Eldafar

Generations before our grandfather's grandfather, the world was one. All people lived together, for better or for worse. The elves of the east made peace with the men of the west. The dragons and their spawn stalked the tropical north and made pacts with the dwarves. The gods held court with their creations in mind. Even the enemies we now know - The Children and followers of The Horde - did little more than raid our outer settlements. Life was hard, as life is, but it was good. The land was called Enofar - The Great Mother. She lived and breathed and some of the dwarven and elven clans even worshiped her.   In that time before memory, there came a trembling in the heavens. Lightning shot through the stars themselves and fire rained down on the land. The people were frightened and they called to the gods, begging for answers. The gods returned only silence. One day, Enofar's very foundations shook as a mighty sword pierced through the heavens and buried itself in her flesh. The ground bled her molten blood and she shook in the grip of pain.   The wisest dwarves, steeped in the magic of Enofar's depths, cautioned that she could not possibly survive this wound. They were right. Days and nights and weeks passed in Enofar's death throes. All the while, death and molten blood spewed from the wound. Cattle and crops died. People grew ill. The young and very old could not stand to breathe the air. And finally, Enofar shuddered her last. The land shattered.   But do not despair, child, for her body - broken and still spewing forth liquid metal - survived. You see, Enofar, knowing that we small beings needed her, sacrificed her final breath for us. Instead of sinking into the seas, she sundered herself into three parts that could stand on their own; Eloén, Nadul, and Waysen. Our people honored her sacrifice and renamed her Eldafar - The Shattered Mother.   Another age passed as a great evil slept beneath the southern coast of Eloén.  We were ignorant until the Penumverant sailed the Sea of Stars to give warning and offer succor.  They sheltered, protected, and nurtured our greatgrandfather's grandfathers and, once again, the Great Mother shattered, pushing continents further apart and changing the very face of Eldafar again.   We survive today because of their gifts and strive to honor them.