Before recorded time, before the invasion of demons, and before the introduction of the common tongue, elves began to organize at the center of Erathal forest. They started to build primitive shelters made of leaves and the branches of the trees. To survive, they foraged for berries and edible plants, the concept of hunting not even existing in their primitive minds.
This community began to grow, and leaders of this primitive tribe started an organized alphabet. With their expanding knowledge, they began crafting primitive spears out and started hunting for additional sustenance.
Evorath looked down at the elves with pride, happy to see that they were developing on their own path.
Noticing that Evorath had created a world almost exclusively of forest, one of the older gods came to her and offered some advice. This god was Ferrief, a powerful and wise god who had created various worlds full of prosperous and free-thinking individuals. He was a god of life, and his input was graciously accepted by all.
“Evorath, my beautiful goddess,” he began with a caring and father-like tone. “You have truly started a wonderful land with dozens of unique and powerful races to populate it. Some of your unique species are already beginning to thrive, which makes many of your fellow gods proud.”
“Thank you Ferrief,” replied Evorath, bowing her head slightly and smiling.
“You are most welcome young Evorath,” he replied before continuing. “Still, I do wish to offer my service to expand upon your lands. With so much forest around, some of your species may be ill equipped to find enough land to live on. I see no ice on your land, nor do I find any deserts. Life may be beautiful in the forest, but these inhospitable environments can also result in some exciting and interesting peoples. Do you not wish to have them in your world?”
Evorath considered the older god’s words, wondering if perhaps he was right. In his younger days, Ferrief has made many mistakes and these mistakes had helped him learn how to properly manage a world. Most gods would never dare interfere with the development of their worlds, but Ferrief always played a part in the early stages of his sentient people. He was the first god to create a realm populated by only one sentient species, and though it started out rough it was beginning to take form.
“Ferrief, I shall heed your advice. I do ask though, how am I to ensure that these lands are made well enough? I have never before created ice, nor have I been exposed to a desert. I am a goddess of the forest and of colorful life.” Evorath voiced her concerns with confidence, though on the inside she felt very unsure of herself.
“Have faith in your power,” instructed Ferrief, placing a hand gently on Evorath’s shoulder. “I will help you to accomplish this task, if only you ask.”
Evorath agreed, and they began to work.
The elves in the extreme north and south began to adapt as the snow and ice set in, the polar caps becoming full of new and interesting creatures. Across the ocean from her first continent, she formed various others, each with strange and different landscapes. One had a large desert, vaster even than she had intended. Still, Ferrief encouraged her to continue, and she did.
After the centuries rolled by, the world was complete, ready to develop on its own without any interference. Her people would thrive, and they would find peace.
As she completed her improvements and thanked Ferrief for his help, she looked back down upon the world. The various species of her land were beginning to interact, teaching one another unique skills and exchanging languages. The elves developed farming and traded their knowledge with the felite, who taught them more about druidic magic.
In the mountains, the dwarves developed ironworking, and traded this to the elves for their hunting weapons. Every sentient species began to interact, and all was progressing smoothly.
From her place in the heavens, Evorath looked down and smiled, eager to watch as her world continued to grow.
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