In the beginning were the gods, and the gods created the world of Terok. Solid Dundar created the land, and mercurial Yvinne filled the depths with the seas. Brilliant Soledon lent a measure of his light to illuminate the newly formed world, giving it the day. Jealous Gohbal tried to mimic and outdo his siblings, but succeeded only in creating the moon--smaller than Terok, less brilliant than the sun, and visible only at night. Quiet Feydren was the first to bring life into the world, creating animals for the air, the seas, and the earth. Joyful Hilda rejoiced at her sister's deed, but saw that the world they had created had no-one to appreciate it, save the gods themselves. Thus were the halflings the first of the races to be born, loving life and the world as much as their Mother. The others were quick to follow Hilda--Dundar, who brought forth the dwarves to explore the depths of the land; Yvinne, who created the merfolk that they might swim in her seas; Soledon's children, the humans, who range as far as his light shines; Gohbal, jealous Gohbal, trying again to surpass his brothers and sisters, and creating flawed creatures instead; patient Feydren, who saw all that her siblings had made, and, in her wisdom, created the elves.
And finally came Rishka, who had slept while his brothers and sisters were toiling. Lazy Rishka, who had rolled over in his sleep and scattered the stars his brother Soledon had laid out with such care. At last Rishka woke and beheld what the others had wrought, and he exclaimed in pleasure and admiration, even to Gohbal. The others were pleased by his flattery, and proudly showed him everything they had done. And Rishka smiled and laughed and praised their works--yet all the while, he was performing works of his own, unseen by his prideful family. Like Gohbal, he attempted to duplicate the others' creations--unlike Gohbal, he was skilled in his workings, so that not even their creators could discern the difference. Thus Rishka sent his own races forth, identical to the others, with none being the wiser. Soon, though, the gods noticed humans who were lazy; dwarves who were greedy; elves who were arrogant; halflings who were deceitful; and they knew then they had been tricked, and their anger was terrible. But Rishka's taint had already spread, until not even Rishka could say which were his children and which were not. He had known that his brothers and sisters would not be able to destroy all that they had worked so hard to create, even to remove his mischief, and thus the races were allowed to continue, though they would be forever flawed.
Time passed, and the gods walked among their people, teaching them, loving them, and all rejoiced. They dwelt in Godsmount that they could look across all they and their children wrought. Gohbal's children, however, grew quickly in number, and spread across Terok. Feydren became distressed at the blight that Gohbal's creatures were upon the land, and she spoke to the other gods about her fears. Thus came the day when they summoned Gohbal, and told him that his creatures were offensive to their sight, and that they were to be banished to the moon he had created, kept forever separate from the favored races. Only Rishka and Hilda stood with Gohbal against the others, for Rishka despised their arrogance, and Hilda loved all life, no matter the form. But the others had prepared in secret, so that they acted even as they spoke, sending Gohbal's children away with their combined might. In disgust did Rishka and Hilda quit that gathering--in rage did Gohbal join his children in exile.
Swift was Gohbal's vengeance--swift and terrible. Standing with his terrified children on their desolate new world, Gohbal cursed his siblings, and reached out his hand. For while Gohbal was not skilled in the art of creation, he was most skilled in the art of destruction. On his world, he was master of all, and so it was that he tore loose a mountain, and sent it hurtling into the void, to the world below. The gods saw what was to come, but had used their power to move Gohbal's kin--they were helpless before his might. They begged Hilda and Rishka to stop their brother, but treacherous Rishka held back his sister, taunting his siblings to undo what they had done, and consigning the world to chaos.
Thus did Godsmount fall, the home of the gods struck down by one of their own. Terok shook with the force of Gohbal's rage, its skies darkening. All who lived feared war amongst the gods, and wept.
The gods heard the weeping of their children, and despaired, for they knew they could not defeat Gohbal without destroying that which they had created. Long did they meet--even Rishka, who, though he was angry with his siblings, as they were with him, loved the world as much as they--while Gohbal made the moon a suitable home for his people. At last it was Feydren who proposed the Exodus, wherein the gods would take their conflict from Terok, that they might spare their people. They would guide us by speaking to the worthiest in each race, but never again would the gods walk amongst their children. All were saddened by the decision, but all agreed it must be done.
And thus the gods departed Terok, forcing Gohbal to accompany them. Yet while they are gone, they are always with us, speaking through the most holy, that they might continue to teach and love their children, and guide them to the new Godsmount, where we will live with the gods forever.
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