Moroko, the Court Lord

There was a time when all gods existed in the same place under an even greater being legends call the Cosmigod. But in a period known as the Great Divergence, these gods dispersed to fulfill their own agendas, exiled to the chaotic space outside their home. Here, gods looked at what extremities existed, elements brighter than stars, facets of life darker than a void. Their power was enough to withstand it, but for the mortals they brought into the new worlds, they were far less fortunate.   At the time, the gods cared little for the mortals, but the Cosmigod cared more. These pieces, by his hand, were separated from the material plane, grouped together and discarded to realms all their own. The brightest and most vivid of beauties were segregated into what became the Feywild, and the darkest features into what became the Shadowfell.   In this Feywild, its lively, colorful, and unique lifeforce forged into being a god all its own. He shone like the sunflowers in this land and emanated vibrant life. He was deeply rooted into the realm, feeling every inch. This being, named Moroko, was the guardian of the Feywild. With him, his own mortal people came into being, the eladrin; native elves of the Feywild who would always worship Moroko.   Moroko took great pleasure in the land he watched over, and was very faithful to the one who made him, the Cosmigod. Souls and spirits of mortals past entered this land, for the Feywild was to be the realm all souls who found favor with Moroko went after death, for Moroko was its gate keeper.  

The Raven King

But, another being appeared after some time. He was a jealous being, a god who, like Moroko, was forged in the Shadowfell. He coveted the eladrin that followed Moroko and the spirits, wishing for a people of the Shadowfell all his own. He poisoned their minds with influence, so much so that their very skin turned a dark gray from vileness.   Realizing what was taking place, Moroko and the eladrin fought to stop the nefarious acts of this god and the elves who now followed him. In the end, the being fled back to the Shadowfell, ranks of gray elves at his back. But, the eladrin were left shattered and confused.   Many bickered over who was truly faithful and who would simply fall to despair like their brothers and sisters before. Some wished to take power over others, their bodies transforming to the color of the seasons. Other elves distanced themselves from these politics, going so far as to exile themselves from the Feywild to the material plane in escape.   Moroko witnessed all this, and his heart grew bitter at this conflict. In solution, he erected a magnificent palace that stood in the center of all the season lands in the Feywild. He founded a court for each of the eladrin who sided a certain way: winter, spring, summer, and autumn. An archfey was chosen at his hand for each of these seasons, and he was made court lord above them all.   Thus has the Feywilds existed since, a divided land between its guardians, but a united realm for those good souls who pass into it through a life seen as good in the eyes of Moroko. That jealous being has continued his attempts to pry his way into the hearts and minds of the eladrin and the spirits, but Moroko seeks to hold him back.   Never shall the darkness of the Shadowfell befall and consume the purest realm in the material universe, the Feywild. For Moroko is the Court Lord.