The War in Heaven
When the cosmos was still young and the primordial soup of raw magical energy was still making its way through the material planes, the realm of the gods was ancient. All of the beings that had grown in power and influence across this fabled place lived as one, each countering their opposites and creating balance within this Astral Plane. Although these gods came into being equal, one stood chief amongst them, he named himself The Dawnbringer. He looked at the forming of the prime Material Plane, in the wake of the roiling chaos where Magic, the elements, and the ethereal all collided. As he gazed on this place of creation and potential, that no other place had comparison too, Pelor would degreed that no astral being should interfere with the natural flow of creation within this plane, and no astral being should use the great swathes of magical energy that suffused the plane, as the power it held was unsettling even for the chief of the gods.
The gods looked on as the natural world developed, creatures of many sizes came to life in all manner of ways as the magic of the plane touched the seeds of life that the plane bore. It was too late by the time they realised that their inaction lead to a creature made of pure chaos, came to life within the void of the ether. At first the sheer power of the raw magic that was infusing the material plane kept the Great Oblivion at bay, it drifted through the ether gazing at all the wonders this existence had to offer. Great seas of fire, expanses of ocean as far as could be perceived, churning cyclones carrying motes of land the size of a kingdom, and colossal mountains that pierced the heavens. The Great Oblivion saw the heavens through this and tried with all it's might to cross into that realm but the combined might of the gods held it at bay. Trapped in a place just beyond that of the material and one that fell short of truly being a place of divinity it set about the task of slowly seeping into that most heavenly of realms. Creeping through the ebb and flow of the overlapping shores of The Planes. Slithering into the souls of some that dwelled their, poisoning their minds.
Seeing this affront to his power The Dawnbringer gave way to the impulses that compelled him to take care of this menace once and for all, no matter the cost. Pelor went to confront this creature that had be born on untethered magic and elemental chaos. At once the beast attacked Pelor, sensing the apparent weakness of its rival. The battle raged and one by one the other gods came to aid Pelor. Some fell there and then, sundered by the creatures great maw of darkness. Others were wounded and retreated back to the Astral Plane. In time, it was once again just the two titans of their respective realms, slowly The Dawnbringer began to loose ground again to this monster. As all hope seamed gone, and in desperation Pelor reached out and with divine might and used the limitless power of the raw magic that was fusing with the material plane. He overpowered the creature and created shining chains of light to bind the creature and forced its corporeal form though the bounds of the ether into the material and buried it under mounds of earth to the deepest core of the plane, enough to bury a god.
After this costly victory Pelor returned to the Astral Plane in disarray. Lamenting the fallen and tending to those who were wounded. Although this Great Oblivion had been vanquished for now its darkness had unknowingly infected the minds of some the gods whom had even a brief contact with it. These gods challenged Pelor about the breaking of his own law and demanded that they also be allowed some of this power. This seaming hypocrisy festered into resentment. Not even myths and legends tell of who was the first to betray the ancient decree of Pelor but some did. They used this new power to create mortal creatures in the image of their warped minds and unleashed them onto the material planes. Creatures of destruction roamed these sacred planes causing havoc in their wake. Upon seeing this Pelor was once again forced to make a terrible choice, he sent what remaining gods stood by him to go and use the raw magic of the cosmos to help combat these monstrosities.
Knowing the only way to help stop this wave of blasphemy these untainted gods created another set of races to wage war upon those hellish beings. This war stretched across all that was in the prime material plane and beyond. Reaching every corner of each tangible place. Legions of Devils fought against vast armies of angels over the seas of fire, hordes of Daemons battled against innumerable Celestials across the peaks that raked the sky. Lesser mortal races slaughtered each other in droves, and the Dragons formed in the image of their gods were at the forefront at it all, their terrible and deadly might fighting for each side. As these mortal beings faced one-another, the gods faced each other as well. This cataclysmic war ranged on until all was ruined, the land scorched bare. Eventually the forces of the betrayer gods were forced back into different parts of the cosmos where they could be contained to a degree. Upon seeing this defeat coming, these betrayer gods fled to the dark deep parts of the cosmos, their hatred poisoning all around them, hiding from the light of those prime deities that stand with Pelor.
During this conflict much of the boundaries between places had worn away, the raw magic of the cosmos spent and weakened. Pelor restored and healed some parts of the world and beyond enough for the races that were created to fight in their war to survive, prosper and lead a normal lives free from war. But the ire of resting gods doesn't fade easily, and grudges made and earned are not quelled with time, dark portents come from those that dwell in the dark.
The gods looked on as the natural world developed, creatures of many sizes came to life in all manner of ways as the magic of the plane touched the seeds of life that the plane bore. It was too late by the time they realised that their inaction lead to a creature made of pure chaos, came to life within the void of the ether. At first the sheer power of the raw magic that was infusing the material plane kept the Great Oblivion at bay, it drifted through the ether gazing at all the wonders this existence had to offer. Great seas of fire, expanses of ocean as far as could be perceived, churning cyclones carrying motes of land the size of a kingdom, and colossal mountains that pierced the heavens. The Great Oblivion saw the heavens through this and tried with all it's might to cross into that realm but the combined might of the gods held it at bay. Trapped in a place just beyond that of the material and one that fell short of truly being a place of divinity it set about the task of slowly seeping into that most heavenly of realms. Creeping through the ebb and flow of the overlapping shores of The Planes. Slithering into the souls of some that dwelled their, poisoning their minds.
Seeing this affront to his power The Dawnbringer gave way to the impulses that compelled him to take care of this menace once and for all, no matter the cost. Pelor went to confront this creature that had be born on untethered magic and elemental chaos. At once the beast attacked Pelor, sensing the apparent weakness of its rival. The battle raged and one by one the other gods came to aid Pelor. Some fell there and then, sundered by the creatures great maw of darkness. Others were wounded and retreated back to the Astral Plane. In time, it was once again just the two titans of their respective realms, slowly The Dawnbringer began to loose ground again to this monster. As all hope seamed gone, and in desperation Pelor reached out and with divine might and used the limitless power of the raw magic that was fusing with the material plane. He overpowered the creature and created shining chains of light to bind the creature and forced its corporeal form though the bounds of the ether into the material and buried it under mounds of earth to the deepest core of the plane, enough to bury a god.
After this costly victory Pelor returned to the Astral Plane in disarray. Lamenting the fallen and tending to those who were wounded. Although this Great Oblivion had been vanquished for now its darkness had unknowingly infected the minds of some the gods whom had even a brief contact with it. These gods challenged Pelor about the breaking of his own law and demanded that they also be allowed some of this power. This seaming hypocrisy festered into resentment. Not even myths and legends tell of who was the first to betray the ancient decree of Pelor but some did. They used this new power to create mortal creatures in the image of their warped minds and unleashed them onto the material planes. Creatures of destruction roamed these sacred planes causing havoc in their wake. Upon seeing this Pelor was once again forced to make a terrible choice, he sent what remaining gods stood by him to go and use the raw magic of the cosmos to help combat these monstrosities.
Knowing the only way to help stop this wave of blasphemy these untainted gods created another set of races to wage war upon those hellish beings. This war stretched across all that was in the prime material plane and beyond. Reaching every corner of each tangible place. Legions of Devils fought against vast armies of angels over the seas of fire, hordes of Daemons battled against innumerable Celestials across the peaks that raked the sky. Lesser mortal races slaughtered each other in droves, and the Dragons formed in the image of their gods were at the forefront at it all, their terrible and deadly might fighting for each side. As these mortal beings faced one-another, the gods faced each other as well. This cataclysmic war ranged on until all was ruined, the land scorched bare. Eventually the forces of the betrayer gods were forced back into different parts of the cosmos where they could be contained to a degree. Upon seeing this defeat coming, these betrayer gods fled to the dark deep parts of the cosmos, their hatred poisoning all around them, hiding from the light of those prime deities that stand with Pelor.
During this conflict much of the boundaries between places had worn away, the raw magic of the cosmos spent and weakened. Pelor restored and healed some parts of the world and beyond enough for the races that were created to fight in their war to survive, prosper and lead a normal lives free from war. But the ire of resting gods doesn't fade easily, and grudges made and earned are not quelled with time, dark portents come from those that dwell in the dark.
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