In the beginning, there was nothing but the light of Order and the fires of Chaos. These two primordial forces, manifestations of nature and existence rather than beings in and of themselves, clashed within the nothingness of the void. Each annihilated the other, filling the emptiness of everything with the seething energies of their eternal conflict and thus giving birth to creation.
Or so the stories go.
The World of Drinda was said to have been created in that instant, hand-crafted by the Ichor – the Gods themselves – for the mortals to inhabit. Few know the actual truth: that Drinda was birthed into Creation first and gave rise to the Ichor rather than the other way around. But who is one to argue that such petty distinctions truly matter with such things? Drinda has changed to be unrecognisable from the small world which it was immediately after its formation, altered both through the passing of time and the ceaseless efforts of the mortals that dot its surface.
From the warring Clans of the Kai, to the coastal traders of Khena’en, or the hardy people of Lóndgrefenoffen, the mortals have laid claim to the land beneath their feet, establishing themselves upon Drinda – as much a part of it as its mountains or its forests. Gone are the simple, peaceful times of the past where nature reigned supreme and the mortals were little more than scattered wanderers. Intrigue and diplomacy, war and trade, now pulse along the lines of civilization – the beating hearts of Mortal culture. However, the Ichor have not stood by idly as Men and Elf and their ilk spread themselves across of the Middle Plane. Above and below, the great wheels of the contest between Deities continue to grind inexorably onwards, crushing uncountable mortals unfortunate enough to become caught beneath their weight.
For while Drinda may be the Land of Mortals, it is the Ichor who reign supreme.
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