Tattered Spirit
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2Many millennia ago a God reigned over nothingness, he was called a Primordial. Bound by timeless energy, he was nothing yet everything, this intelligent conscience grew tired of his lonesome state. Out of this bored mindset he created the immortals, other ageless beings, wings like pure gold, and eyes like diamonds. They worshipped his glory, his magnificent radiant light. For some time they had no home, only to roam in a spaceless domain, then God created an Eden, a haven for his masterpieces. In this Eden he called it Icradis, the new meaning for hope. He then made a selection of creatures and beasts that would live in harmony, things to roam the sky, the lands, and the oceans. Yet he still was not satisfied and made new beings to worship him, mortals made in his images, Elves, Fey, Dulderan, and Humans. Everything was good, everything was perfect. He adored his children so much that he gave them gifts. He gave Elves the gift of common magic, easy and accessible. Fey was given beautiful sentient wings and ancient knowledge of creation and light magic. Dulderan were given the art of craftsmanship, the ability to create magnificent structures to honor the Primordial. Lastly the humans were given the ability to learn, able to commit impressive feats. Humans spread like wildfire, their lifespan was short but the amount of offspring they could create was extraordinary, new life in only nine months. The others had to wait years for their eggs to hatch, and some centuries. More is in the dialogue
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