- Legend has it, that before time itself, there has always been Chaos on one side and Order on the other. Since then, the Titans have been locked in constant battle for supremacy over which should reign. From their torn flesh, gods were born, shaping the realms and universe around them, creating the first land to be walked upon; and from the blood that touched these lands, the first mortals, ancient and powerful; the Faye.
Following the example of their creators, the gods too fought each other. War was waged in the lands of the Faye. Fearing their destruction, they defied the gods and were then cast out into what came to be known as the Celestial and Abyssal realms.
Furious, but incapable of harming the mortals, the gods created beings as powerful as them to act as their avatar and sent them to the two realms on a quest to annihilate all Faye life. War was waged, scarring the land and forcing the hand of the mortals. With the avatars destroyed, the time to destroy the gods came.
Taking advantage of the natural rivalry between the gods, the mortals concocted a plan. They split their race into two, the "Fey" and the "Fae". The "Fey" called upon the dark ones, and the "Fae" prayed for the protection of the angelic. Yet another war was waged, but this time, it was the Faye against their gods.
When the fires had died down and but a few gods remained, the Faye erected a treaty, however, broke it and turned on the gods, banishing and locking them in their respective realms. With only four gods left in the "pantheon" and far too weak to fight, the four of them used the last of their power to create the younger races.
The dragon god breathed fire into the lands, creating the mountains and the volcanos, from the depths of the earth, gigantic beasts arose, mighty scaled monsters that would later be known as dragons.
The traitorous Faye shone her light upon the scorched lands, from the single surviving flower, a forest that would cover the entire world, came to be. From inside the forest, the elves awoke, bearing semblance to the ancient race.
The warrior god threw his spear into the prairies, piercing the lands and creating great chasms. Animals and half-man beasts alike, climbed up the chasms and began to roam the world.
The lost one called upon the last of his magical power and created the humans to be his image in mortal ground. They would build fortresses in his name and call upon arms made of molten steel to end all who oppose them.
The dark one, never forgetting his rivalry with the lost, cast a curse upon his sons and said “all those to whom I bestowed my gift, will hunt the human flesh, and any humans who do not fall prey to their fangs shall instead join the ranks of the gifted”. And soon the days grew darker, and every time the sun was forced away from the sky, the vampires would come to seek the blood of humans.
In the last dying breath of the god of knowledge, she bestowed upon the races the sole weapon the Faye had over the divines. And from the tears of the last of the gods, the oceans were made, from her corpse, the other mortal races.
And thus, the reign of the mortal had dawned, there were no more gods, only men. But there were still kings, and the hate and violence did not end with the warmongering gods, but passed down like a family heirloom painted in crimson red. The races did not stop until they too had a piece of the world for themselves, like the Faye did for so long.
The humans were without a doubt the fiercest, butchering through the lands of the Faye in their horses while brandishing flags and swords alike. They built strongholds among peaceful villages. This time, the Faye could not match their might. They they were more numerous and had an unrelenting disposition akin to their maker.
Thus, yet another plan was created by the Faye, and yet again they would use their natural enemies against them. From the ranks of the vampires, a single elder, one of the first born with the gift. To the one that would come to be known as The First, they bestowed upon them ancient divine blood.
For thirty days and thirty nights, they suffered from bodily pain, unable to rest, eat or drink. In the thirty-first day, they woke up as the first of what would come to be known as the biggest mistakes the Faye had made in their entire existence, after defying the gods.
The First defended the last strongholds of the Fallen with unrelenting might. Not a single human could defeat the monstrous entity. Their mighty war machines proved useless and their numbers turned into them in the form of nefarious decaying atrocities.
But the First was not pleased. It was unimpressed, with the lack of power from the mortals that they were tasked to protect. Feeble beings that could not protect themselves from such weak enemies. And with this displeasure, the first seed of doubt was planted deep within the First.
And soon enough, they fell from grace. The streets lit in flames as Faye and human were butchered like pigs in equal measure. There was no fight between two races as both rallied against the force that turned on its’ own creators. Rending flesh until dawn broke.
But the First was still not pleased. The flesh of its’ creators was not enough, it would not be sufficient to simply eradicate a bit of life as it would prove its’ mettle and would soon reappear. The First had decided then, that it would continue the legacy of those that left this land, and destroy all in its’ path.
The land was corrupted little by little, and it wouldn’t be long until the news of a newfound evil lurking about spread to the other races. They organized themselves, created armies to fight the First, only to discover they were the prey all along. The strongest would be turned, forever changed into a beast. And soon, they earned the name of Fallen, respecting the reality that any man of good will can fall into the abyss of darkness if they lean in too far.
And to war the nations went. One after the other, they only fed the beast that brought the darkness with it. Not a man could defeat the Fallen, as no weapon could harm them. But like a beacon of hope, the salvation came from those who first committed the mistake. From their own flesh and bones, they carved weapons capable of fighting the Fallen. Artifacts meant to be so powerful that it was said they were able to rip a wound in the very skies and tear seas in two. The weapons were given to heroes across the land, the most powerful individuals living. Those rode into the corrupted fields brandishing their tools and one by one they would slay the unprepared and conceited Fallen.
The battle was fierce, but eventually, the main force was slaughtered, and as brothers of war they stripped themselves of the prejudice and preconceptions and joined forces to fend off the great evil. Many fell in battle in the hands of the Generals and the First, but it was finally over. And in that evening, the dark flame was finally extinguished.
It has been a few generations since the Fallen were destroyed, those who once wielded their God Armaments have long since died. Their tools were encased in their tombs, lost dungeons with unimaginable peril awaiting any adventurers wishing for the mighty weapons.
But...the flame was not completely extinguished, as a single ember can bring doom. There have been sighting in the Badlands, signs that the Fallen are returning. And without a hint of doubt, so will their master...
