In the Beginning...

...There was only the Cold. Countless eons passed in this timeless nothing. Nothing, but one Will. A Will so great, that with all Its power, It created Itself. It was Crêd (CREE-EHT), the Will.

Crêd, who willed Itself to be born, came into being soley because It did not enjoy the Cold. With a single thought, the Eternal Parent created the endless bliss known as Jurlkarið (YOORL-'KAWREETH). But, it did not seem fair for It alone to occupy such a wonderful place amidst the Cold. With that thought, It gave birth to Grald (GRAHLT), the Junction, and the first Jurlkir (YOORL-KEER).

Both immortal parent and daughter spent many many more eons together, with the very Will of Crêd breathing life into Jurlkarið. It eventually came to be that Crêd did not find that only two enteties could ever truely fill the cold with wonders. It gave birth to the rest of the other Jurlkir, all deities in their own right.

Crêd loved all Its children very much, for they were all wonderous and rightious in Its eyes, and cared for them equally. Though Grald, having had all the attention of her Mother/Father for unmentionable years, grew jealous. Her own will seeped into Jurlkir, threatning to tear it appart. In desperation, and reluctence, Crêd gaver her her own part of Jurlkarið.

As the aspiring powers of the young Dieties grew, they yerned to create. So, with Its Magnificent Will, Crêd created a third world for them, a blank world for all of them to work on. They called this blank world Idraffi (EE-DRA-'FFIH).

The Gods of Good had completed their work of Idraffi from many years of teaching, moulding, and carving. The god of the mountains, and all they held, Dlilþârka (DLEEL-'THAWR-,KAW), had set down his mighty hammer and gazed in awe at his greatest accomplishment. The mountains were of gold, their frosty peaks of diamond dust, and their tiny rocks and boulders made of shiny stones of ruby and sapphire. The carefully carved rivers and lakes all ran with glistening white water: cold and soothing to the touch, as Breksvira (BREHK-,SVEERAW), goddess of the water and snow had planned it. Lündri (LOON-'DRIH), god of all that is green and growing, had finished his plants. All that had sprouted shining quills, feet off the ground, and grew out. Under their shade, not to grow nearly as big, but just as splendid, his flowers of soothing scents and brilliant colours. The great white sky was sewn by Mlíné (MLIH-NEE), goddes of the winds. And, strewn with silky clouds by her twin brother Vriskari(VRIH-'SKAWR-IH). The sun and moon tailismans, both shaped by Rond, hung like the glowing jewels of Dlilþârka in the sky. Lastly were the creatures that inhabited this second paradise, all created by Crêd, the Giver of Life. They named all that they created the Oelürd (O-EE-,LOORT), the Chosen. For there was other such creations they did not create. There was still the Fell Empire of Hãrulldið, and Grald, who had become more powerfull then one individual god.

Unlike her Parent, Crêd, who had built Its kingdom of love and patience, she built her empire on pain and destruction, mimicking her hate from the Cold. Crêd pitied his estranged daughter, for that was what she deserved: pity. It could not allow her hate and fear, though, to corrupt the Oelürd. So he pushed her empire so far away from Jurlkarið, that it would not be easy to come and poison them with its foul darkness, and thus, would not seep into Idraffi. After this, Grald was known as a Jurlkir no more. For a long time, none of the gods heard from her, they assumed that she had found happiness with her own works.

The mix of the finished world, and the assumed happiness of Its daughter gave Crêd and his younger children peace, and for their works, they all slept, knowing that they had done well.

But Grald was not happy, for she wanted something more. Revenge. Revenge for banishing her to the hardest of Cold. Revenge for bringing her into a merciless void. She had created her own kingdom. And now, she had her own line of dieties who were fathered from the Cold. She called this line the Hãrocald (HYAWR-AWk-AWLT), and the lesser creations, the Yndrasvin (EEN-'DRASS-VEEN), the Damned, created from the power of each Hãrocald. She knew that they would never know the bliss of what her Parent, and younger siblings had created. Though, she knew, that they could at least see it.

Slowly, but surely, she let loose the Yndrasvin on the lands of the Oelürd. The creatures of the Hãrocald tried to connect with the creatures of the Jurlkir, but they all ran away in fear, and loathing of their appearence and name they stood under. The Yndrasvin sulked back to the Hãrocald, and they were furious. Grald was especially disappointed. She had brought over her own works to surprise her Parent and siblings, but found she was neglected once more.

In anger, she smote the Oelürd with her fiery temper, burning everything in her path, with the other Hãrocald joining in with glee. Against her orders, her decendents even took some of the Oelürd prisoner. Angry of this action, Grald limited the powers of her children, and put their prisoners in chains of thorns and prisons of brimstone and dry ice, cursing them and torturing them out of her anger and sadistic pleasure. As to appease her, the Yndrasvin fallowed suit.

Grald soon began to like the idea of torture and slaughter, so she called for more victems. The rest of the Hãrocald were still sore of what their mother had done, but obliged, as not to anger her further. One by one, the Oelürd were carried to her.

These beings, once of beauty and grace, fell ever so swiftly to the bloodthirsty Hãrocald and their Yndrasvin. Any and all that still had enough strength for hope, cried out to the Jurlkir. They awoke at once, hearing the pleas of their creation. They found their works submerged in a sea of dark water and fire. Then, from a throne of blood and bone sat Grald, between her eldest sons and daughter, Fritrûk (FREETT-'RUWK), the god of hatred, Ðrimrôda (THREEM-,ROWDA), god of sorrow, and Ura (IRA), goddess of fear.

Grald laughed at the Jurlkir. "You were foolish to let your guard down, Parent," she scolded, pointing a finger towards the Jurlkir, "now your creatures will know how it feels to be neglected!"

With those words, Fritrûk and Ðrimrôda started to throw fire and ice at their estranged relatives. The Jurlkir fled, with the evil laughter of the Hãrocald at their backs. But they returned, ready for a fight, taking the wicked gods and their Yndrasvin by surprise. They took back the Oelürd. Out of mercy for the Yndrasvin, they even took some of the Damned with them, hoping they would find a better exsistance away from the destruction and hatred of Grald and her family. None of the Hãrocald were happy about this, and fought back. Soon, they were subdued by the youngest of the Jurlkir, Agladra of Purity, conceived by Lisvred (LEES-'VRET), patron of warriors, and born of Hallasvag (HAHLL-'ASS-,VAHG), goddess of peace. Her great healing powers singed the unclean Hãrocald and their dark brood. Her soothing waters flushed away the dark mirk of slime, and raging fires. The blood that had been spilt, washed away, leaving the clean scalp of the ground. All the evil fled back to their dark lairs in fear and pain from Agladra. The world of the Oelürd lay white and cured once more. As like medicine, the first snows fell, with light and gentle flurries.

But the hard work that was put into its creation had been marred. The mountains of Dlilþârka were smashed and broken. Their beautiful gems that adorned them, gone. The plants stood black and burnt, dripping with the left-over carcass meat that couldn't be washed away. The rivers and lakes lay empty, their banks eroded and almost nonexistent. The skies hung grey and cloudless. The sun and moon were the worst, for they were both gone, taken by the Hãrocald. The light still remained, as the sparks from the inferno had been caught in Mlíné's tapestry, and hung as stars from that day forward, one of the few benign gifts from the Hãrocald. All that had been created to populate the world were let down slowly. Very weak and powerless, were the remaining Oelürd, so they were taken back to Jurlkarið to be watched over at close eye by the Jurlkir.

Slowly, the world was created anew, with new beings. Creatures with durability to the evils. These are the creations known today, called the Éuwild (EEUH-,WEELT), the Order. These creatures consisted of the class of insects: dragonfly, ladybug, sapphire beetle, lacewing, butterfly, and cricket. The class of birds: owl, eagle, kite, falcon, dove, myidan, woodpecker, swan, wood duck, red cinnamon duck, and silver wing duck. The class of reptiles: turtle. The fearie class: sprite, and brownie. The fish class: salmon, minnow, trout, and porpoise. The hoof class: Reindeer, horse, sheep, and boar. The paw class: bear, dog, mouse, cat, squirrel, hare, rabbit, badger, and ünðril (OONG-'THREEL). The wing class: gryffon. The last, was the sentient class: forest elf, green, brown, and white gnomes, merfolk and humans. For plants, there was the tree class, the flower class, and grass class.

The mountains were made fresh as well, but as not to induce so much greed, Dlilþârka created the great peaks with the bare rock from the earth, hiding the gems and precious metals within. Mlíné covered her weakend sky with a blue tapestry, the silken clouds of Vriskari still managing to get through. The effects of the Hãrocald had dampened them greatly. But, because of the cleansing of Agladra, the water that fell from them was pure, feeding the plants and creatures with its watery essence, another unwilling gift from the other side, so the Jurlkir kept it. Breksvira even filled the empty clouds once in a while, knowing that the periods of drought would need relief. But the waters of the Hãrocald could not be completely tamed, and would rain down in horrendous floods yearly in the spring, in spite of the growing plants they saw below.

Now, Rond had the difficult task to resurrect the sun and moon. Unfortunatly, the position of the stars made it hard for him to keep both of them up in the sky. he tried to tie them in place, but the sparks would still burn with their withered furry, not forgetting where they came from. From the Éuwild, he took two sprite sisters named Wondlûr (WOND-'LOOR), and Hola (HOLA). He put them up in the sky, wearing the talisman of Ôtti (AW-TTIH), the sun, and Sliva (SLEEVA), the moon. But the stars burned their backs. Wondlûr, the strongest of them, held firm, taking the bright sun Ôtti around slowly, as to not drop it. Hola had more trouble keeping the moon, a stark contrast to the fiery stars. So, her position became erratic fast. Rond concluded that this was very much like torture for the poor sprites. He tried in vain to intervene, but the malicious stars forbade him to come any closer. Though the sprites assured him, that they would not let him down. So they continue, enduring their pain for the good of all, knowing that they would not suffer for any unwanted cause.

Now the Jurlkir had finished recreating the world. Grald was still jealous and bitter, though, of her defeat. Within the blood of the Yndrasvin, she made into being her own creatures on Idraffi. Mockeries of the original classes. The Krallüwild (KRAH-'LOO-'WEELT). The insect class: roach, fly, aphid, tick, spider, ant, black beetle, and horned beatle. The bird class: vulture, raven, hawk, crow, folrokk, yndra bird, goose, white cinnamon duck, and surf duck. The reptile class: snake, skink, drake, and anole. The faerie class: imp, jabberwake, pook, and bogey. The fish class: pike, wyrm, salt serpent, whale, leach, flounder, bottom feeder, eel, squid, and jellyfish. The hoof class: goat, tungri (TUHN-'GRIH), and runggüþur (RUNG-'GOOTHOOR). The paw class: wolf, wildcat, fox, weasel, rat, stoat, þrot, troll, and dehssfrîn (DAHSH-'FRIHN). The wing class: dragon, fürîd (FOOR-'IHT), bat, wyvern, and gargoyle. The last was the sentient class, as was before: ice elf, ogre, goblin, and vampire. The plants she created were of no classes, but numbered as these: mistletoe, berry, and weed.

Not one to cause any further calamities. Crêd allowed these abominations to live on Idraffi, and let the Éuwild do as they pleased, as Grald allowed her Krallüwild to do as they pleased. Foolishly, the Jurlkir thought her subdued, and let down their guard again. Grald then created the Hãroc class. Creatures of incredible might and power. The first was Insimrôda (EEN-,SIHM-'RAWDA): a great fish with the head of a wildcat, and the horns of a reindeer. His smooth, red skin was protected by tiny barbs that froze with fire. The great fish also pertained the strong arms of a man, but the hands were clawed like a jabberwake's. He is said to have been the the son of Ðrimrôda and Ura. The second was Baenuer (BAY-'NOO-ER), daughter of Fritrük and Ura. A monsterous behemoth, she was. Forever in the sky. Her body could eclipse the sun, and her wings caused cyclones when she flapped them, but no weapon of man, elf, gnome, ogre, goblin, merfolk, or vampire could ever harm her. She drove through passing dragons with the ease of an arrow through wet linen, never looking back, as if she were the only one to grace the skies. The third, and last of the origonal Hãroc was Hirÿnþi (HIH-'REE-,EHNTHIH), daughter of Ura, and Ura alone. A monster of frost and snow, with the head of a small cat to catch unsuspecting travelers. The left side of her face was furry and cyan, but the right side was gnarled and naked, as if it had been chewed by an imp. Her teeth were as long as daggers, and as thin as the thinnest stakes. She flew on vulture wings of frosty white. Her voice sang a melody that was enough to make the hardiest of bears run in fear. The Jurlkir thought of creating something to subdue these atrocities, but decided better of it, for fire against fire would only destroy Idraffi eventually. They knew, that in time, the Éuwild would do something about it. They did. the Hãroc, in fear for their lives, withdrew to the furthest reaches of their world.

When the Jurlkir were busy looking after the Éuwild, Grald had amassed a grand army of Yndrasvin, storming the very home of the gods. No prisoners were taken, not even the Yndrasvin who were still loyal to her. Once again, Agladra was present to fight off the Yndrasvin army and their dark lords, but Grald was ready. The youngest of the Hãrocald: Bröchaxna (BRYO-KHAKSNA), conceived of the Cold, and born of Ura, met her in full force. This new dark godess was the exact opposite of Agladra, born for nothing but to face her in battle. Its black fur stood out against the shining white snow of Jurlkarið. Agladra met this fiend in battle. Both used all their strength and magic to fight each other off, as the ranks of the Oelürd continued to fight the Yndrasvin. The fight was not over untill Agladra was captured by the Hãrocald, and Bröchaxna was taken by the Jurlkir, the only prisonors of the war. As Crêd cut Bröchaxna's head off with Its axe in Jurlkarið, so Grald cut Agladra's head off with her sword in Hãrúldið (HYAR-UHL-'DEETH). The bringer of light, and bringer of darkness, were silenced in the Cold, never to be seen untill the end of time, when the Cold would take everything back.

Realizing this loss, the Jurlkir became angry, and pledged that they should do something about Grald's reckless actions. They stormed into Hãrúldið with a hundred times the force that Grald had. They demanded an explanation from her, but Grald laughed.

"You should be the one apologizing! Not me!" She sent forth Nlakri (N-LAKRIH), the god of thieves to escort them out. The Jurlkir took him hostage. They did not put him to death, for he was not near as much trouble as Böchaxna, but they did let him loose on Idraffi when he bit off the ear of Glündrig (GLOON-'DREEG), son of Vriskari. It was the first time that the Jurlkir took into acount of the Hãrocald sneaking onto Idraffi without them knowing, they had to do something about it. They did not think of it sooner, for the mirrors of the Cold reflected what magic was done to Hãrúldið, would be done to their home as well, but they had no choice. It was for the saftey of all their worlds.

They created a barrier around Hãrúldið that didn't allow them to pass physically into Idraffi, but neither could the Jurlkir pass to their creation either. Only in spirit could they reach their children on Idraffi. Because of the mortal ties that were granted them to withstand the torment Grald and her line, they would die in body, but as long as they held onto the peace and love that the Jurlkir gave in Jurlkarið, they could be taken away from the grasp of the ever-tormenting Hãrocald. But, if they abondoned them, then the Jurlkir could not save their soul, and so the Hãrocald would take them to a world of torment, to satisfy their hot-tempered Mother. Because of the immortal bonds of both the shield of Hãrúldið, they would not die, no matter how much they wished it.

If the Éuwild asked for help, the Jurlkir would happily oblige, same when for the Krallüwild, to their dieties of evil. But the barrier did not stop Grald from scheming. She would make the Éuwild suffer, even if she had to wait for many centuries. She would find a way.