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« on: January 05, 2017, 04:59:04 am »
While his bretheren slept in their temples, Yiltho thought. It would be a long time until they awoke, for they had depleted so much of their own energy, they had almost died. In the mean time, this world needed improving. Yiltho himself was half depleted from fighting Altum, but the world must go on. He looked at the world, the forests, the plains, the animals, and while it was great, he felt like something was missing. Then, he had an idea. He raised the world where the dwarves lived, to protect them from his new creation, the humans.
He created the first 8 kingdoms of the world. In the forests, there came the 3 kingdoms of Elves, humans who loved the forests so much, that some of them looked like animals, with long ears and retractable claws like a cat, not that they new they had those claws. Then, came the kingdoms of the 4 kingdoms of the humans, each kingdom varying, one would be more likely to trade than to backstab you, another would be the opposite. Finally, there came the dragon kingdom, one that expanded all over the world, some were malicious, some were kind, some were honourable, some were backstabbers.
Then, came the wars. The kingdoms all expanded too much and too fast. War was soon to appear, kingdoms splitting up into smaller kingdoms, fighting each other, some dragons joined kingdoms in those wars, some were killed by knights. War spread across the land, so chaotic, it was too much for Yiltho to stop. More death and destruction, and that was when he realised what was happening. The Darkness yet again had refused to make things simple, it could only of been it who caused all this death, all this destruction. It didn't want Peace, it didn't want Harmony, it wanted War, it wanted Death, and it wanted Destruction. And now it was clear that it would stop at nothing to get what it wanted, for it was not in it's nature to give up.