Remareia

Before existence, all that was, was the void; darkness in its truest form. This was not like the void of space that would eventually become known, but something older. Out from the void came The Nine. Entities formed of dark matter over millennia. First formless, roaming power, then partially embodied consciousness.

The Nine fought in the vast nothingness. Their shattered bones becoming asteroids and meteors, their blood forming nebulae of stardust, their flesh and organs becoming planets. The entities (brothers and sisters alike) tore each other apart. At first for the sake of a fight, with nothing else to do, then with some unknown reasoning. The destruction of their battles not only killed many of them off, but shattered reality into a multitude of planes and realms of existence. Of the three that remained, they divided responsibility amongst themselves, taking on names, instead of mere numbers.

Khuul became the representation of darkness, believing the void to hold true power over the accidental creations his brothers and sisters caused. He governs over the the negative planes, where darkness lies thickest. Jenair took her place within the positive planes, believing that they were more than their birth from the void, that something bright and true could come through the darkness, bringing them into the true eternity. The last of The Nine, now named Galous, took dominion over the material and elemental planes, the place where mankind now lives out their lives.

Of all the differences that the races, factions, and believers of Remareia have of the creation myth, this has always remained consistent. This divine blessing, or calamity (depending on who’s telling the tale) would come to be known as The First Spark.

Khuul and Jenair had been happily working away in their territories, creating creature, fauna and flora, landscapes and biomes of all sorts, while Galous stood by, looking at all his brother and sister had created, proud of what they had accomplished and the worlds that they now governed. Like Khuul and Jenair, Galous took to creating biomes, wildlife and flora, that was the beginning of his ever-increasing fondness for creations.

The elves were first, their lithe, supple bodies, their beautiful and angular faces. He granted them the ability to weave and tap into the very nature around them, from trees to shrubs, birds to badgers. The woodlands were their homes. Next came the dwarves, a proud and stout race. Blessed with muscles as thick as their beards, and a love for rock and ore. He granted them the strength to easily hew rock in a single fell swing, but also the dexterity to craft the most intricate of runic patterns in even the smallest pieces of jewellery. Gnomes, he granted nimbleness and mischief, tinkerers to the very end. Curious of flora, fungi, and the smaller creatures that gathered in the woodlands. Halflings, he blessed exceptionally with a heart for stories and cooking, a love of farming and feeding, of drinking and hosting. Finally came humans, the most versatile of the races. They may have not been blessed with the nimbleness of a halfling, the effortless grace of the elves, the strength of the dwarves, or the tinkering abilities of the gnomes, but they are by far the most resilient of all the races.

Envious of Galous’ ability to create life to a degree that neither Khuul of Jenair could attain, he created passageways into the material plane, flooding it with their creations and monstrosities of his own. This gave way to the first sightings of dargonborn, tieflings, orcs, goliaths, tabaxi, kenku and many other mysterious races.