Erendor

916 A.R.

Millennia ago four gods created this world as their own refuge. What they were running from has never been asked, humanity would rather not think about it, but here is where they made their home. Erenil and Doral named the world, and indeed the continent they would call home, after a combination of their names. Ror, Doral's faithful companion, made the creatures of the world then slumbered at its core. Being left out of the plans, Sorone became quiet and brooding, following dark paths and relishing being left alone. Here he created humans and yearned to control them, yet the others intervened. He acquiesced for now, yet he was always thinking of revenge. Thus Erendor was born.   Yet good things never last. Erenil and Doral had children, a son and daughter, and it wasn't long in the scope of immortality, that another found her way to the world, feeling the pull of magic. Lorial brought her own children with her, fleeing a world that was dying. Elves came unto the world and with their goddess's help, forged a pact with the elements that would bring magic into their grasp. This played right into Sorone's hands and it wasn't long before Erenil felt the pull of jealousy.   With that in mind, Sorone tricked both Erenil and Doral to ascend to the heavens, better to watch their creation from beyond the veil. Once they were gone, he cast a powerful curse on their children, binding them as celestial bodies, circling the world forever apart. Sulan would shine during the day, warming the people and cities, and Silen would shine down at night and illuminate the land from the darkness. She also created another younger god as she was transformed, her mortal lover Ta'ar. He became the god of trickery and pain, always longing for his beloved and never being able to hold her again. Thus the world began and turns this way to this very day.