SO Dawnspire for all its strengths never really had a deep back story or much lore. It had a basic outline to cover the game
http://dawnspire.tinyrocket.se/#backgroundStory and back ground for each class but ultimately it was the players within the community that created the the history with their skill and battles fought. All well and good but for me it needed to be deeper yet still leave room for the history to breath and expand. With this in mind as part of my plan I set out to sketch a history in even in the most briefest of senses. I set the history across 4 epochs of Alendere, ensuring one would weave into the next. I never did finish it but here is what I put together. I will post a new section each day or so.
“It made light from darkness
So that we could live in the shadows”
Anonymous
Countless times the universe had come and gone till there was only the creator and the cold darkness of the void. The creator was the energy in all things, the substance of being. From the creator were born the pantheon of gods, chief amongst them is Fernal, god of fates, the trickster. From the beginning the gods gazed upon the creator’s power with envious eyes, each coveting it for their own. The creator, all knowing, all seeing must have acknowledged his destiny, what lay ahead. But the gods were its children, and it tired of being. For eons they existed in the stillness of the void, suckling upon the creator teats, growing and scheming. Then came creation. The gods had tired of their place in things, had come to resent all that the creator stood for. They sought to take it, piece by piece. They swarmed over the creator, clawing and biting at its flesh, tearing at its sinew, breaking its bones and drinking of its blood. The creator screamed, silently in the void. It was a scream of pain, a scream of joyous release and of a final end. Its smashed bones they cast into the void and they became the stars. Its blood became the nebula and the source of all living things in the universe. Its heart fell from their grasp and became the centre of the cosmos, the light in all things; its flesh drifted into small clusters and formed the planets and moons. The creator was dead, his power consumed, his body cast into the void to live on as the universe. The gods watched over this universe and each other, lustful of the power contained within each of them, mourning the creator and the warmth of its love in such a cold universe.