Human Creation Myth

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The story of Traykon's origins are detailed in dozens of scrolls held sacred by the priesthoods of Aragon, The Unnamed One, and The Lost God; scrolls that are jealously guarded in temples spread across the land. Although the Scrolls of Morval have no magical properties, they are considered the oldest surviving texts in Traykon, purportedly written by the original high priests of the three greater deities brought to Traykon by Morval, the creator. What follows is the translations of the first scroll.

Return to Creation Myths

It all began with a whisper in the ethereal void. A small bubble of reality formed, floating freely through the ethereal plane as it drifted aimlessly without form or function. Then the creator stepped into the bubble. His power was beyond the scope of mere mortals but the divine spark within him was very weak at this time.

Within this bubble the endless dark was bereft of land or sky, the only life and substance being that of the creator himself. This was not enough. With a wave of his hand he painted a landscape before him. Green hills and towering trees flowed forth to the horizon. Still, seen within the darkness these forms were colorless to the creator, mere shadows of that which he desired, poor echoes of the life he once held.

He forged a ring of fire and threw it into the sky above. This ring drew from the elemental plane of fire and spread both light and heat to his new land. Seen for the first time under the harsh light of existence, the land seemed somehow hollow. It was an empty parody of life. The creator looked upon this world and was displeased.

For days he sculpted the land, forming mountains and lakes, streams and valleys. He set the great disk of fire in motion as to not burn away the plants and water, providing a breach in the fabric of the domain for the sun to pass through. Half of the created suns life it would spend recharging its magic in the eternal fires that created it, to return recharged and ready to begin a new cycle of day on the land.

Being a devout man as a mortal, the creator built a temple to his patron Aragon on the highest peak of the new land. From here, he worked at the nuances necessary for the land to replenish itself. The sky was formed to catch the rising mists, rain resulted to replenish the plant life, and all worked to the time set by the sun. He shifted the path of the great ring of fire across the sky giving the land seasons. In the night sky he placed the coals of his forge, to keep the sky ready for the sun's return.

Satisfied that his creation was stable enough to support life, the creator brought his mortal acolytes to serve him within the temple. Beasts of the earth were gathered by those who served him and released upon the world to serve as food for the mortals as well as an extension of this natural environment. The creator looked out upon his world and was pleased.

Still, the power within him was not content to leave such tokens of life to populate this new world. The divine energy granted to him by Aragon was not enough for his ambition; another source of power would be needed to fulfill his ultimate desire. The creator left his world and traveled the planes in search of one who would aid him in fulfilling his dreams. Left alone, the acolytes left the mountain and made homes in the wilderness to await their master's return.

The creator sought the aid of Aragon, who refused saying this new land did not serve him or his siblings. Aid was sought from the allies of the creator and Aragon. The Unnamed One offered only to end the land, saying it was beneath his notice now. The Lost God ignored the creator and would not even acknoledge his existance. These refusals did not sway the creator from his task. He combed the planes of existence looking for those whose power could aid him in his task without threatening his dream itself.

Almost by accident, the creator found himself confronted by the astral image of the great Tree of Life, Yggdrasil. Their meeting was so abrupt that neither spoke for several hours instead observing the other's astral countenance. The creator had never spoken with the Tree of Life before, it was unfathomable even to the gods and they found its alien logic disturbing. Yggdrasil had never been mortal, it had no mortal offspring, and few worshiped it, but yet the power of the great tree was beyond most deities.

The creator spoke to Yggdrasil, not with words but with images of his visionary world. He asked advice as countless entities had before, desiring the answer to who he should ask for aid. Yggdrasil was not known to converse with others, and the creator asked these questions more from frustration than in expectation of an answer. However, to his great surprise Yggdrasil did answer him, imparting to him a single seed; telling him to plant the seed in his land and ask the child as he had asked the father. Although confused, the creator did as asked and returned to his creation. There he planted the seed outside of the temple gates and where it could draw food from the sun and soil of his creation.

It was then that the creator felt the change in his land. In his search for aid to make his dream reality, the creator had been absent for what would equate to over three hundred years. Being human, all of his acolytes had died long ago. Their children and children's children now spread across the land. Where before there were hundreds, now only dozens remained. It occurred to the creator that he had not adequately provided for his follower's continuance during his absence.

Fearing an untenable situation in the humans, the creator took animal form and went down amongst the descendants to observe their evolution during his absence. To his great shock and delight, the religious teachings had been passed down from parent to child. Aragon still had followers amongst the humans, although some had begun to worship the Unnamed One out of despair and The Lost God out of madness. An unexpected development also had occurred in the new generations, many worshiped the creator and offered prayer and sacrifice in his name.

Passing amongst the remaining humans, the creator heard the story of the creation retold. Tales of his own divinity far exceeding the facts of his life, the creator discovered that although Aragon was revered by all, most worshiped the creator as their patron and made sacrifices and prayers in his name. This concerned the creator and he returned to his great temple and contemplated the meaning of it all.

He sent a part of himself before Aragon, to tell him of this new development. To the creator's surprise, Aragon was not angry. Instead Aragon laughed and told him to strengthen his flock. Bewildered by the developments, the creator began making plans to import groups of humans into his world. The few remaining were not enough to continue the race. After two years of planning the integration of new humans, the creator walked out of his temple and beheld the splendor of a giant oak tree, the avatar of the Tree of Life.

The creator knelt before great tree and asked the same question he had asked its astral father. Where in all the planes of existence can he find the power needed to enlarge his world and anchor it from it's drifting through the elemental void? The great tree swayed as if caught within a strong wind and bent to touch the creator on his shoulder. Revealing that it was not the child, but an incarnation of Yggdrasil himself, the tree flooded the creator's mind with images. It spoke to him of many things, showing him not only the possibilities open to himself as the object of worship, but also the truth of the existence of this land.

During the creator's travels, the life he had planted in his land became a part of the land. The sun and plants no longer depended on his strength to keep them alive, but the inhabitants had begun to feed the land making its existence more solid and secure within the void. Yggdrasil had given the creator a greater gift than he could ever have expected, for as he examined the roots of the tree he discovered that it had anchored his creation to the material plane. No longer was his pocket within the void subject to the ethereal winds. Now his world needed only the energies of life to sustain it and make it grow stronger.

The creator rejoiced at this revelation. Although his creation was far from being complete, the foundations had been finished while he had been preoccupied with their preparations. He asked Yggdrasil what boon it would ask for the gift it had given him. The answer surprised him with its simplicity. Yggdrasil wanted simply to spread it's avatars across the land, to be able to teach its chosen the sacred tenets of the Tree of Life, and to protect the land from the ravages of jealous deities. The creator readily accepted these terms.

High on his mountaintop, the creator stretched his hands across the planes of existence and drew to his land one thousand devote followers of Aragon from many different planes. From the stone of the land he erected temples and homes where the followers could gather and come to terms with their new world. The local humans were quick to intermingle with the new arrivals. The common faith in the divinity of Aragon bound them together. The devotees of Aragon were slow to accept the divinity of the creator, although in their own text he was mentioned as a servant of the great god of war. This was the start of the creator's ultimate dream.