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Post by joatmoniac on Jun 4, 2016 19:06:29 GMT
This one will be a bit more open ended than usual. You can see an example of the origin story for Dayeimbe in the time line thread here: dungeonmasterblock.freeforums.net/thread/495/dm-nastics-time-flat-circleGiven the conversation in the episode, and the episode breakdown, I think it would be interesting to have a wide array of origin theories for the world of Dayeimbe. Then after a week I'll post a poll to decide on which origin is fact, and which ones would then be rumors. Can't wait to see different takes on the world's beginning! |
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dmdandanfielding
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Post by dmdandanfielding on Jun 5, 2016 4:35:44 GMT
Followers of Bilma believe that all of existence is merely the product of Bilma's sleeping mind and that, should she ever wake, the cosmos will cease to exist and all will return to the Void. Because of this, followers of Bilma only believe in two gods; Bilma and Voddahil. The rest are not "true" gods, but are only a product of Bilma's Dreaming.
Bilma and Voddahil are siblings of very different temperaments. Voddahil has no body and is the Void in which all things are possible, and yet Voddahil believes all of existence is, and should remain, nothingness. Bilma attempted to fill the void with stories, spinning tales of worlds and the people that inhabit them, spinning them into reality by her will and imagination. Voddahil deplored Bilma's creations and tirelessly tore from existence all evidence of its sibling's works.
Bilma, wearied by the tedium of eternity with a sibling that would not acknowledge her and repeatedly destroyed her creations, was lulled to sleep by the uniform monotony of nothingness. As Bilma dreamed, worlds and people sprang into existence and took on a life of their own.
As Bilma slumbered, Voddahil became aware of the worlds of her imagining and prepared to rend them from existence and return all to the Void. To its dismay, Bilma's sleeping mind proved resistant to its advances, blocking any attempt to destroy the worlds in her dreams. Realizing its inability to destroy the dreams of its divine sibling or penetrate her slumber, Voddahil bent its will on one individual on one of the worlds of her dreaming and transformed the creature into the Herald of the Void. The Herald's sole purpose for existence was to return all to the Void by any means necessary.
Still, Bilma slumbered on. Though many think her to be a deity of middling power, her followers know this is only because the vast majority of her will, her very being, is bent on creating and maintaining existence itself. For if the Dreamer ever awakens, the Void will consume all...
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Post by dmdougspiracy on Jun 5, 2016 10:44:53 GMT
While not a widely held belief, Elias Barram the Innkeep of The Drunken Yardstick knows in his bones how the world truly started. If you stay to the wee hours of the morning, past lock-in, when the fire has died down and the kitchen goes quiet, he will tell you...
"In the beginning, what we *think* of as the beginning, there was nothing, right? Then Gods, then Land, then Us, right?
Some say the Land rests on the back of a giant stone sheep, each mountain a lock of wool, each range a staple. Fleas on a fleece. The Quiviut Way.
T'others would tell you of a Song of the Gods. A song what turns into things and places and beasts and us here talkin'. A bunch of frilly choir-boys makin' the world out o music 'n' iffen they stop we all goes silent.
Still more talk up little Godlings playing marbles in the skies 'n droppin' one down back of a hearth, the marble being us. A world, 'cept all round, 'n they just waiting till it cools to scoop us all back up into the bag for the next game.
I'm not saying you shouldn't believe, but that's how they all go. That pattern. Gods, Land, Us.
But see, that's nowt where we started. That ain't how the pattern truly goes. We. Came. First.
It's Us. Nowt the like of you and me, you understand. But the lowly who inhabit. We shall one day create our own paradise, and our descendants shall live upon it, and they shall grow in scope and scale until they birth the gods who dream up us. Now I know what you're thinkin'. Iffen that be the case, if we make them to make us, we're already done all this and'll do all again never-ending, right?
But that's where the trick of it comes in. Because we're not goin' in circles. We're a yardstick what goes forever, bending back upon itself, lining up with what goes afore, but not quite on the same tack. The numbers keep goin'. So one is as one-oh-one, as two-oh-one and so forth 'till forever. See? Same, but not. The same journey, but changed some too. So our kids what made us won't be the same kids what make the next us, right? We still change what comes next as to what comes afore, but bein' changed still stays some the same. The journey down the yard is so very close to the same ye couldn't even tell, but we're nowt just counting our steps. We're still doin' the walking. And that's how it goes.
Us. Gods. Land. Us."
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Post by grimmhelm on Jun 7, 2016 9:39:08 GMT
The world was dead, a husk after many an age the land was a blackened ash, the sky was a swirling storm of ether -raw, untamed, unrestrained magic that ravaged all the world.
It was this that drew the gods, they fed upon the energies and in turn tamed the violent world, the gods now empowered and mighty began to test their new strength, they reforged the land, created great seas, remade the sky and in there hubris revived the races that had ravaged the world before.
The Humans, Elves, Dwarves and other goodly races that now walk upon the world were remade -we know not if we are the same as before, the excess from us all created the evil that roams the lands and hides in lairs and dungeons, the goblins, orcs, kobolds, and more.
We took to worshiping the great beings that had revived us, our world and the rest of our surroundings, the good and the evil, we called them gods and they took up mantels such as Justice, Life, Death and more.
This we say may have been weaved into our very being, for what being -human or otherwise with great power does not wish for the admiration of those around him and below him?
However the gods were followed by the detestable Mindflayers and their pets the Beholders, intent on taking what was created for themselves as they had done to a hundred other worlds the gods had created - vultures who picked at the carcasses of the worlds the gods would abandon in time to move to the next jewel, their arrival should be a mark for us all -our time draws near when the gods will forever leave us to the darkness.
This is undoubtedly how our world was created.
Cast away the so-called gods, this world is ours, the magic of the world was not created by the gods but is of us and although we somehow managed to ruin the world once before we can now avoid such mistakes this time around, for surely we are far more wise and learned than we were before.
- The Great Creation.
Taught by the now ruined magical collage of Fen before the tutors were executed on decree of the local king for Heresy to the gods.
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Post by lasersniper on Jun 8, 2016 6:17:49 GMT
There was only darkness, shadow, and cold. Amongst it were creatures of the same make, just slowly drifting and lingering in the void. Then there was a spark, a bit of light that flashed seemingly from nowhere. Curiosity struck the beings of darkness and they began to watch it grow, transform, and build. Some wanted to snuff out the burning light, yet others wanted to nurture it, feed it, grow it.
A war broke out, and the light nearly destroyed. But those who desired its survival prevailed. Eventually the light grew so large that it began to cast away the shadows and darkness. The strongest of the creatures weaved skins to protect from the light and entered its realm, while the rest ran and hid in any safe pocket they could find from the burning light.
Now in the domain of the light, the strongest of the creatures began to work to build and shape the blinding brilliance into something else. Eventually the first plane was born, the domain of fire. then came water, and air, and earth. Simple concepts being tested by these curious creatures. Soon the light began to take shape into a beautifully complex world, and eventually life.
With life came amazement. The creatures thought, moved, and acted on their own, but they were not of darkness, how could this be. With brand new possibilities opening up, the creatures set rules so as not to become overwhelmed. Each creature was given a domain of control, and thus these overlords, these gods, set about playing and experimenting with the new possibilities in front of them. All the while, the naysayers of light wait in the darkness. Prepared to do what they failed to do upon the spark's first emergence.
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