The following is a simple and yet broad history of the world – or at least, what we know of it. It is as brief as one can make 2000 years of history for an entire continent and the many peoples on it. The history of Wyrlde stretches back into the mists and begins long before any Man or Woman stepped foot upon its shores.
To understand Wyrlde, you must understand the history of the world, and how it aligns with the rest of the many universes. Or does not. You should know something about the world, as people who were born and raised here. There are several Ages of Wyrlde. Ages are loosely defined periods of time, typically with a few major events, but are roughly grouped into periods. In the end, they are simply Ages of the world, like the growing a person from infancy into decrepitude. So, let us have a history lesson.
| There are many mysteries, many stories, even for a life as brief as yours, Mistral Urton, and I have not the time for your nonsense now! Ah, I see my new Pupils have arrived. Come, come! Gather now, gather! Very well, Urton, you can join. Listen close and listen well, sense the air, and feel the Passage, for we seek to part the Veil of Time, and peer into the memories of the world. My once pupil tells me you are still lost, still wandering, and as I am long dead upon this mortal Realm, I shall seek to give you what guidance I can, what lessons I can, though only thee can choose to learn from it… |
I have asked Sera Domina Caul, the Grand Master of the great Library to do me a favor and speak to you of the history of Wyrlde, and the world’s history. She taught me in the Tanjin of Aztlan.
The Timeless Before
Before time, there was what the Ancients called The Universe. It was vast and infinite, and all that is of the Mortal realm here was once a part of it. Within a thing so vast it boggles the mind and is too great to comprehend, there was a place, and upon that place there were people much like us, and we call them the Ancients.
This then, is not only our story – it is also theirs.
Lost Age
There was, once, the skies above and the earth below and the Dragons flew and the Salathens roamed, and the world was quiet. No birds gave their song, no beetles built their nests, no squirrels stored nuts, and no ants delved their labyrinths. The world was a quiet and alien place, unrecognizable as the oceans were different and the lands were different. To all of this, the Ancients came, and upon it they spread ten thousand blessings in a rain of steel and fire that lasted three hundred and sixty days. This is known, this is true, and this is what once was. They gave those blessings the ability to take root and take hold and take space and take on the world that lay around each. And so it was that those blessings grew, and upon them no man walked, no woman sighed, no themon waited to be seen.
And then, for a thousand years, it was quiet once more.
The Fae like to speak as if the world was once theirs, and that they used it much as we do, and that the Lost Age was when they retreated to the Fairywilde. This does not fit with the knowledge that the Powers created the Planes, but there are things that are very strange, that no one has explanations for, that are sometimes found in ruins and other remainders of this Age, and it hints that there was a time before the Powers created the Planes. Before they created the Fae. Before they came to this small bauble in the woven felt of the night sky. The Powers and even Chicory speak of surveys and expeditions and plans. They do it with puzzled expressions, as if it is barely known to them. But they say it was done, and that at last, in the fievazwon, The Ancients began The First Journey.
