Elder Avatars

When the Elder God Ghul Drazul created the world of Shadowfire, the god had new plans for the latest of its creations. Previously, through the long aeons of its existance, Ghul Drazul behaved as all the Elder Gods did: creating worlds from the primal chaos in order to savour and devour what it had created. It was what they existed to do.   But Ghul Drazul had grown bored. Order had been long established, and most of the Elder Gods had grown dormant in the void they had created. All the potential that had existed had been exhausted, and the chaos tamed.   Of all the Gods, Ghul Drazul still yet craved the satiation of hunger and desire for something new. It wanted to be suprised.   And so the God created a final world from the last remnants of the magics of creation left to it. A world of rock and water, the molten core seeded with the God's last magics, and Ghul Drazul waited patiently for life to evolve and emerge from the oceans. It watched as that life evolved, eager for the harvest. It was an event it had observed countless times before.   But at the moment of the flowering of his new world, Ghul decided to do something it had never done before. Instead of the usual devouring, it instead fractured its own self into millions of new forms, and sent these swarming down onto the surface of the world.   As each of these new forms, or Avatars, splintered away, they each took a tiny mote of Ghul Drazul's awareness with it. And none retained the full memory of the Elder God. And each of the Avatars found itself on the world, bereft of knowledge or memory, but full of hunger for what they found.   And what they found was a wonder to them. New life flittering through the forests, and galloping across grasslands. And they hunted, each of the Avatars satiating the hunger that the Elder God had grown bored of, but was now new and exhilerating.   As the Elder Avatars hunted, they brought into themselves aspect of what they devoured, and they evolved into a multitude of new forms. The creatures they hunted knew terror as they fled and hid and some of them survived long enough to tell tales over the aons of the terrible things that hunted them.