Caedis

1st of Late Summer 483 AFE

After everything ended, there was nothing but bodies and blood. The blood of every race, every species, and of every magical affiliation. The only ones left after the End, was a hand full of gods who were only left with this desiccated, defeated, and ruined world. And they decided they could do better...   They rebuilt everything, the mountians and rivers. Oceans and plains. The stars thrown heavenward and the Planes reknit. They would not repeat the work, they would not have it end again. This was a world bathed in blood, from blood it is remade. But who would live in this renewed world.   Why everyone! So the Gods proclaimed, they began the process of infusing life upon the soil and oceans, the have the world breath once more. Great Magics were to hold it all together, the Web of Ley energy for fantastical works of wizards and spell caster, the Aether to fuel the Web. Though this world started in blood, it might go on forever more in peace.   However, there was one among the Gods that wanted things to be as they had been, "Was the previous world not better? With those that cared for us, that lived their lives for us?" But the other Gods could only remind the One the end all of that came to, there should not be another End like it again. But the One would still not bend entirely to the new laws that the rest were making. So the One began to sow evil into the world as the other created their good. So the world itself was created, the gods after the making only then saw the work of the One. It was to late, the people they had made could now act out against one another, to harm and to kill. The world would never be the perfect place that they had once thought.