Praemortem foresaw the world that Criator wished to build, full of life and beauty and other lesser beings, so he formed an army to conquer it. Harnessing the power of Chaos, he created his own beings of devilish, perverse nature, with broken wings and horned skulls; they were called Daemons. Their veins wrapped like vines around their twisted bodies, pulsing red on the outside of their dry, scaly skin. These were his minions to ravage the land and destroy its people. To attack from above, he created a creature called, Sphinx, which had the body of a fierce cat, and the head and feathered wings of an eagle that spanned four meters across and could create the force of a hurricane below them. With them flew the Dragons; scaled beasts with leather wings and a deathly stare emanating from their hooded red eyes. Smoke rose from their flared nostrils, the occasional spark of flame curling its way out of its layered, toothed jaw.
In the beginning, there was only light and pure darkness in the universe known simply as, the Chasm. Each took their own form; light in that of Order, and darkness in that of Chaos. In a world with the perfect balance, Praemortem, the god of Chaos, wanted to overrule Criator, the god of Order.
They battled one another for an eternity, striking blow after blow, only for balance to be regained. Dominion over the Chasm would never come whilst both Order and Chaos still resided there. Criator used its power of light to build a gateway to a new world; one which it believed could be beautiful and free of the impurities that Praemortem wished to unleash upon the Chasm. Praemortem saw a glimpse through the gate as it was opened and hungered to control the new world as well.
To defeat the lands, Praemortem birthed the giants and trolls into existence. They were horrid creatures with skin like stone, plump with gray skin and nothing to cover it except a small leather pouch around their waist. Their weapon of choice was a club of stone or wood, able to tear down the greatest structure in a single virile swing. With them came the golems, made of animated stone that was seemingly alive, and with momentum behind them, they could charge down any crowd of enemies unhindered by wood or steel.
To conquer the seas, it created the fiercest of all sea creatures, that would twist and wreath its slimy body through the waters; its jaws opening wide enough to swallow entire fleets in one, was the Krakaboa. No ship would sail in this new world; no man would dare go near the sea. Its tentacles would reach the depths of the ocean and could pillage the ocean-side cliffs. The Krakaboa was unparalleled in its destruction.
With a battalion trailing behind him, he marched to the gate marking the passage to Criator’s new universe, yet he was deceived. The gate was but an illusion and its true form lay at the other side of the Chasm.
With Praemortem tricked, Criator took one final gaze upon the Chasm and turned to the blinding bright light of the gate to his new world, stepped through, and destroyed the passage behind him. With no Order left to counter the Chaos, the Chasm would surely fall to malevolent demise.
Criator created a new world of stone and soil, yet it was a barren place with no life other than itself. Yotas, god of water, and Cheity, god of nature, were the first two kindling’s of Criator. Together they formed the flat land into mountains that climbed their way into the skies and bottomless crevices mining the other way; into deep oceans where darkness dwelled and shallow streams where reeds and rocks lay; into forests of tall trees with mushrooms at their feet and grasslands of green meadows spanning the horizon. The world was beautiful, yet still void of any life, so the water was filled with scaly creatures with fins and gills that swam the seas, the skies were filled with winged beasts that soared to the highest peaks to lay their young, and the lands were filled with tough creatures with horns, and other flightless beings that could sprint deserts and jump canyons. This world was beautiful and it was named Antreya.
Although the beauty did not last. Soon streams ran dry and clouds grew in the sky, darker and darker, but never to burst. And so Criator made Xezrys, god of lightning, and handed him a staff that reigned over the skies, the seas, and the falling leaves. He slammed it to the ground and light erupted from the skies to come down and scorch the earth, as a deafening crack whipped the land into submission. Water began to fall from the clouds, and the skies became clear, the rivers full and flowing once more. Xezrys controlled the weather, which governed Antreya, but his power was not all that came from the staff’s might.
Where the lightning had struck the ground there was left a crater of fire and molten stone; the trees around burning so bright that even the rains did not hinder them. From its center was the outline of a burning figure standing amidst the flames, and so came Hestiph, god of fire.
Criator felt that there were many aspects of Antreya that lacked control and needed a god. In light of this, Hurdes, the god of death, Nuesto, the god of darkness, and Prine, the god of solar, were created to maintain the balance over life and order in the wondrous land.
All had become well in the world of Antreya. While all appeared in balance, some of the gods grew spiteful of each other. They began to fight over sections to control. Yotas was the first to approach Cheity, claiming that they controlled the most essential part of nature and should have a say in what creatures and life are created. This was declined with laughter and ridicule which sparked a vigorous standoff between the two. After hearing of this confrontation, Hurdes approached Xezrys on using his lightning to increase the flow of death, to which Xezrys refused with disgust. The rejection sparked a fight between Hurdes and Xezrys that lasted for weeks. Criator witnessed with disappointment and finally stepped in, pulling apart Hurdes and Xezrys with its might and interrupting the dispute between Cheity and Yotas. Criator proclaimed that things were to remain as they are set, lest the balance be corrupted. While this may have ceased the tempers, for the time being, the greed of change still lingered.
After months had passed, the gods had pact together and began to create the people they wished to inhabit the new lands that they had made. From the clay ground, each of the gods molded their vision of the peoples that they wished to form. Prine and Cheity saw beauty and elegance in the clay, and crafted tall, thin figures with oddly pointed ears, who would be nimble, agile and skilled with dexterity. They named these the Reyt. Together, Nuesto and Yotas shaped a similar figure, yet shorter, wider and more muscular, whose ears were curved and distinguishable from the Reyt, and they named them the Siopus; beings who would be conservative, yet confident in defense of their property. Finally, Xezrys and Hestiph joined forces to sculpt a being of pure strength, masters of the offensive arts, albeit even shorter and wider again, and they were named the Minoseus.
The gods brought their creations to Criator who looked upon each carefully and saw the beauty of what had been made. Touching gently upon each forehead, the clay began taking lifelike form. The eyelids shuddered slightly as they began to move, sprawled fingers now clenched, and their legs began to move ever so slightly as their first steps were taken. There were stumbles and falls, yet they found their footing quick enough, but it was not what they had imagined. The bodies had warmed, yet the eyes were cold and lifeless as if no soul lay within them.
As best he tried, Criator could not see why they walked like people, yet they were nothing but empty vessels, and so he created Drundyn, the god of spirit, and she granted souls to the hollow figures. Their eyes filled with light, and desire, and gratitude to the gods.
For many years, there was peace in the land, and the people grew to befriend one another and perfect their crafts and skills. Soon, though, as all things do, the people fell victim to the harsh cruelty of nature. A young Siopian boy fell victim to a deathly fever; his skin turning gray and lifeless. The water of their settlement had turned against them. This was not the work of the gods, but the malice of time reaping its rewards, and hence they had no knowledge of how to stop such a violent plague. Criator called upon his powers once more and created Wenulys, the god of poison, in the hopes that she would be able to heal the child, yet even she was not strong enough to do so in time, and it was only too late when she found a cure for the poison that lay within the waters.
Consumed with grief for her false efforts she grew reclusive and sought to conquer all manner of medicine and healing, willing to draw on any power necessary to do so. And so the child passed on, and his body was buried, yet his soul was trapped too. Drundyn felt the screams of the child; the first death in Antreya, and a lonely soul with no place left to reside but below the soil.
Turning to Criator, Drundyn begged that it use its power to create a haven for the souls of the dead, and so above the skies, he created a new world. The boy’s soul was taken there by Drundyn, who now cares for them in their time after death. This place would always be simply known as, the Haven.
And so it was that all was now well with the people of Antreya; the world in balance and the people content in their new world. The nine gods watching over the land and taking care of the Antreyan’s whom choose to follow them.
And so began the First Age of Antreya…