The beginning

There have been many myths illustrating the origin of man. Some depicting man as being concocted from dust and body parts in their creator's image, some as the children of mythical heroes descended from the sky, and some believe that from a primal ocean came their creator who, through an exertion of will, birthed two children who later conceived the earth and sky, thus creating the universe. While these myths are still, to this day, passed down from one generation to another, there is one myth left untold ...

There was a black void - nothing more and no possibility of anything less. Within this void - a council of gods. These gods, without any form or physical body, existed as multi-hued nodes of energy. It came to pass that the gods grew tired of the boring, arid, black void and together they willed their home into existence. Their home, simple and succinct, served as a drafting room. Here, they spent infinite amounts of time drafting and weaving the fabric of their magnum opus - the universe. They stretched out their newly woven fabric into the vast reaches of infinity making sure to carefully eliminate all of the wrinkles and returned to decide their next move. A decision was made - this could be understood by the light shade of blue each god faded into followed by a deep, reverberating hum. A world would be sewn into the fabric. Inhabiting this world - a myriad of denizens who they would observe.

Dancing tendrils of light streamed from the ether, enveloping the dry and barren planet in its opalescence. On the other end of this light was Narrah - the moodier of the gods. Like sand flowing through an hourglass, Narrah's life force slowly sifted through into the new universe. This once auburn and slate colored celestial body, now engulfed with Narrah's energy, faded into a deep emerald ocean.

Each god delicately placed themselves into the universe. Buruwang, a torpid and slothful god poured through an inchoate sky into the waters below. There he lay to rest a while before solidifying into what became the island of Illiari. Immeasurable amounts of time passed. The sun and the moon were set into orbit in order to fix the immeasurable time predicament. Two gods remained - Marlee and Ma'Grimal. Marlee would plant herself upon the surface of Buruwang to become a great tree - a tree whose grandeur was only proportionate to the amplitude of the island itself. She would span a great distance along the eastern border of Illiari and upwards into the astral lights of the cosmos.