The gods, who hated each other with a force and passion beyond our understanding, came to a world filled with life, and saw that it had tools to their liking. It's life was varied and strong, it's stone and trees filled with power. Thus they came here to make war.
The gods each made tools in their own image. The Aelth were raised from small, fierce and strange predators, their nature half plant and half animal. The Shar were made from the great lizards of the swamps, venomous and deadly. The Sava from desert cats, the Men from plains apes, the Geb from the hunters of the mountain slopes, the Kin from the skulking beasts that fed off the leavings of others. Each was made as a weapon to be used against the others. The Duer were different, made from the living stone itself, and kept close by their gods, their tool makers and the guardians of their secret places. For eons, the gods fought, and their creations fought, sometimes at the gods' side, sometimes on their own. The plains ran with blood, an the sky shook with power.
And then the gods died. In a final act of desperate hatred, they destroyed each other with a poison of corruption so vile and powerful that it destroyed them all, and spilled their poisoned blood out into the earth. They left behind only the poison that spelled their deaths, and the lost creations that were once the tools of their wars.
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