《Dear Spellbook (Link to rewrite in blurb)》Transcription 1: Dwarven Creation Story
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Before the creation of the world, the heavens or the gods, there existed the Creator. We know not where he came from or where he has gone since, but long ago he came and created. He brought into existence four beings before moving on. These beings were like him in all things but in the scale of their power. Each was an equal blank slate, identical, or so it seemed. The four existed in harmony, and like their creator before them, they created. Through their labors each discovered their own unique identities. This uniqueness would one day lead to the destruction of their harmony.
Their first works were ephemeral things of great beauty that existed but for a moment before fading away. One of these beings, who we know as Torc, soon grew tired of these temporary creations that served no purpose. He craved to build something that would last, like their creator had, and set out to do just that. All his attempts led to failure, and eventually he sought out the aid of his sister Waas. Waas had been proving herself to be the most imaginative of the four, the beauty of her creations shining the brightest, if but for a moment. Together they tried to create something that would not fade, but even together they did not succeed. So once more Torc sought out the help of his siblings. Together all four worked to create something that would last. Each brought a part of their identities to the work, Torc his determination, Waas her creative ingenuity, Faust his passion, and Aurial her patience. This time they succeeded. The first creation of the four acting together was that of Time.
Emboldened by their first success, Torc urged his siblings on to further creations. Together they worked tirelessly until they created the building blocks that would one day be used to create our realm. The more of these they created, the more avenues opened to them for further creation. Now instead of all four working in concert, using their new creations as tools they could create lasting creations in pairs. Once they had exhausted their creativity in pairs, each set out to use these tools to create something enduring that was just their own. Each sought to make something to capture their own essence and identity. Torc wanted to build something strong, enduring, and stable, so he used the tools they had wrought and created the Font of Earth. Waas desired to create something free and flexible, so she created the Font of Air. Aurial sought to create something that was powerful yet patient and malleable, and so she created the Font of Water. Faust sought to better harness his passion, and so he created the Font of Fire.
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For eternal beings, even the creation of the building blocks of reality could only hold their attention so long. While they had replicated the Creator's ability to make creations that lasted, they fell short of creating beings like themselves.
They grew lonely.
The four wanted to create others like themselves. As many ways as they tried to combine the Fonts, all their creations fell short of their goal. It was only in a fit of whimsy and inspiration that, while working with Aurial, Waas tried placing a bit of her own being into the work. Sensing what Waas was doing, Aurial did the same and out of their work came Riloth. Spurred on by their success the gods, save Faust, worked together to create more like themselves. Faust suspected what the others would soon learn. To give a part of yourself in creation was to lose that part of your power. As they created more gods, their power waned, and Faust had no desire to give up his power. Torc joined with Waas and Aurial, and together they made Assuine.
Faust saw that each new god was less like himself and more like his siblings. Desire to create warred with his miserly hold on his power. He did not want to give up his own power to create a being that would be tainted by the influence of his siblings, but he also did not want to be alone. He began to plot and wait.
Soon as opportunity presented itself. Torc fell in love with his new sibling, Assuine, and sought to give her a great work of beauty to show his devotion. Knowing that his works tended toward utility and not beauty he sought the aid of his sister Waas. Before he could find Waas, Faust took the opportunity to offer his own help and set his plans into motion. Together they created a beautiful crystal as strong as Torc and with Faust’s passion burning inside it. When Assuine took hold of the crystal, the fire inside leapt from the stone and started to consume her. Torc was able to save her but in the struggle, the stone, which was covered in the soot and ash of Assuine, was recovered by Faust.In secret Faust took the stone and using Assuine’s power that now resided in the crystal, he created two new gods Erebog and Bilieth. They were born of his power and Assuine's, but molded solely by his own will. Erebog embodied the end off all life, while Assuine embodied its beginnings, and Bilieth was a twisted version of Assuine’s aspect of growth.
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At the theft of Assuine’s power and the creation of Erebog, the gods decided that Faust could no longer be trusted and they began to exclude him from their work. Torc seethed with anger, but was not one to strike quickly out of emotion. He did what he did best, he began to plan a great work. He started a new project, to create a new realm, separate from the realm in which they had worked till now. He invited all his siblings, even Faust, to join in its creation. Together they made a realm that did not contain the blocks of power, but was made from them. The task was the family's greatest labor yet and took more time to complete than the four had existed when the project began. When the realm was complete and populated with wonders, they all gathered to celebrate the completion of their greatest work. Torc used this moment to strike and take vengeance. He hoped that Faust had forgotten Torc's anger towards him and thought that in this realm of his devising he would be a match for Faust, but he quickly found he could not destroy him. When he realized neither surprise or location gave him the edge needed, he changed tactics. Using his own being for power he instead sought to seal Faust away so he could do no more harm. He succeeded in creating a mass of earth around Faust but due to investing his being into it, he became trapped as well. Yet even with the full focus of Torc’s power containing him, Faust was still able to break out.
Seeing the conflict, Aurial grew angry, for she too loved her sibling Assuine and hated Faust for his act. She decided to aid Torc in his work. Using her own being as power she created a shell of water around Torc’s prison of earth to further contain their brother, but his power was greater still. For Faust had only created two gods and had used little of himself to do so, instead using the stolen power of Assuine.
Waas realized that after this attack Faust anger could not be stopped if ever he broke free. Her siblings' efforts would be in vain if she did not assist, and remembering her love for Assuine, she too chose to use her own being as power as well. She covered the prison with air and with all three of their elements combined, infused with their beings, they were able to contain Faust.
When all had settled, out of the chaos created by the battle stepped a new god. Without meaning to, the battle in which they each wielded their beings as power had created a new god. Illunia was the only god to be the creation of the original four and the last creation of Faust.
With Torc, Waas and Aurial now trapped in this new realm, the other gods did not wish to leave them and the prison world, which we know as Kaltis, became their new home. Assuine was moved by what her siblings did for her, and decorated their new world with her creations to show her appreciation. She created plants and creatures of every kind to fill this world and the Wardens lent her their powers in the work.
Save the Wardens and the Prisoner, the gods no longer dwell on Kaltis, but the time they spent here was a time of wonder, lost even to the remembrance of our kind.
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