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The first god, Dwald, sleeping upon the primordial bed of chaos, dreams of order. The structures upon which the world is built come into being. Mountains rise from the seas, trees take root in the light of the sun, and the dwaldren take their first steps into the dawn of a new world.
The world is pliable and the dwaldren find themselves without opposition, allowing them to thrive and expand. The world is claimed wholly by the dwaldren. They lack the tools and expertise to build long-lasting structures, but the paradise they inhabit does not challenge them.
The primordial chaos senses Dwald's dreaming, and abhors the calm of his creation. Dwald is serene in his slumber, and does not notice the chaos seeping into his world. Mountains erupt as volcanoes, tsunamis and hurricanes tear at the land, and creatures rise from the dark places of the world.
The dwaldren find themselves woefully inept at confronting the chaos. The majority of dwaldren perish in the newly hostile world. The creatures of chaos grow fat on the flesh of the dwaldren, whom have no choice but to retreat further into the mountains and caves from whence they came.
Dwald's mind rebels against the intrusion. His dreams are turmoil and the world suffers. The surface of the planet is torn asunder as law fights chaos. The stains of chaos are wiped clean, but the world will never be the paradise it once was. The few surviving factions of dwaldren scarcely resemble their ancestors. Grim faced and sturdy of body, they possess a determination borne of surviving the near extinction of their race. They name themselves dwarves, and leave the darkness of their hidden bastions to reclaim their world; this time with blood and stone.
The elves are shackled: mind, body, and soul. They have been for all of time. Yashylthu keeps them locked away in the Hollowed Center, to be used at its leisure for its inscrutable purposes.
The elves barter with Vembru to attain a sliver of the Elders' spark of eternity. They use the spark to free themselves from Yashylthu and flee across the eternal void that isolates the Hollowed Center.
They wander the eternal void for eons. Yashylthu searches for them furiously, but the void is appropriately named and the elves are losing themselves as they wander. Vembru appears upon the void as a shining teardrop, shearing away the emptiness that swallows the elves and opening the doorway to Plahona.