Origins
There is a tale not written in books, not carved in stone, nor passed on from generation to generation. It is a tale of immense sacrifice and death. Those that existed before us wrote the story of the World in an age long since forgotten. These beings were believed to have brought forth the light that ended the darkness of the Creation. Not one person knows where they came from or how they came to be. No one knows who created them, or for that matter, who came before them if any. Our civilization has come to simply call them the Architects, fathers of all Creators and living things.
It is said that these beings channeled their power from the realm of emptiness and purity, where night is an eternity. Through their tampering with the Eternal Realm however, they discovered an entity that possessed no physical body, had no age, and was of unknown origin. The Voice whispered many secrets to them and taught them how to create life. In return, It asked to be given a physical body with the knowledge It gave them, one that could leave the Eternal Realm forever, and seek the warmth of the light. The Architects fearing Its already infinite power, denied the Voice its freedom. With their new stolen power drawn from the Eternal Realm and the Voice, they created life in every seed and reigned over all things. Kingdoms flourished and life began to grow in all Realms. However, the more they created, the more they realized they were missing an ingredient to their designs, Death.
The need for Death came when those that dwelled upon the possibilities of power from the Eternal Realm became obsessed with its use and sought to better themselves in every way possible. The cost of each use turned them into something more and more foul and disgraceful. Their minds became filled with hate and pride as the seeds of Sin were sewn into their hearts. The first Void Dwellers were born.
Realizing the folly of their brothers and sisters, the remaining Architects soon found themselves on the brink of Civil War. The tension amongst the Architects could be felt within every other lesser being across all worlds, and soon enough, the seeds of Sin began taking root in the hearts of those whose pride and envy outweighed their desire for morality. The Architects of the Realms were left with no choice but to make the pact that would change their design and understanding of life forever. They ventured once more into the Eternal Realm and sought out the Voice who gifted and cursed them. They told it of how their kind had become obsessed with the power they were given and described the wickedness that was spreading throughout the realms, in the hearts of once pure beings. The Voice sat in silence and listened. It is said that the Architects begged the Voice for the knowledge of Death so that they may end the wickedness in their worlds and agreed to give it whatever it wanted in return.
The Voice, seeing what they had created in their worlds, envied them and asked them to create a realm for itself, a realm of everlasting warmth and perfection without the need of the sun or the moon, unbound by common and natural law. The Architects agreed and quickly created the first of many Realms of the Nether. The Voice was silent.
The Voice then asked them to allow it to take the wicked to dwell in its realm upon its freedom, so that their souls could be used to power and give life to its realm. The Architects agreed and constructed the first of the Conduits in the Nether in order to power the realm with the souls of the wicked. The Voice was silent.
The Voice then asked for a body, one that could feel the heat of day, cherish the cold of night, and embrace the gift of life. The architects agreed and the Voice was silent.
Once the pact was made, the Voice emerged from the shadows. Ripping their now mortal souls out from the husks that were once theirs, the Voice stole their bodies and left them to wither away in the Eternal Realm...
..Death walked out of the Void and into the Light…
The Voice’s appearance in the Realms of the Light sparked the conflict that many would come to call the Unseen War. With mortality now in existence in the realms, death was inevitable and the Architects soon began to realize their mistake. The Voice of the Nether had amassed an army of abominations from the souls of the Wicked, intended on exacting It’s revenge against the Architects for their betrayal and denying it It’s freedom. Realm by realm, the Voice tore down all that the Architects had created and loved. No realm was safe and no army was large enough to stop the Voice and It’s growing force. Before long, the Architects made a final effort to turn the tides of the war for the sake of all living things, but for a terrible price…
With their knowledge of the working Conduits that sustained the Voice’s Power, they launched an all-out assault on every Nether Realm as the Voice and Its army gave chase. Many were slaughtered while charging into the realms, and many more were killed trying to reach the Conduits. The few Architects that did reach the Conduits, used their final draw of power from the Void and sealed the Voice and It’s Realms from the inside, forever trapping them behind black portals. Their sacrifice ended the threat in the Realms of Light, but their fate was left unknown…
Thousands of years passed since the end of the Unseen War as the Realms of Light had begun to flourish and grow once more. The remaining Architects had faded into obscurity and eventually, many believed their true bloodline to have all but ceased to exist. Tales of voices, god beings, and war became legend and eventually, forgotten. In their wake however, a new race of beings were born. Their arrival marked the dawn of a new age, heralding the growth of life and power. They were believed to be the only descendants of the great Architects and as such, many gave them the name, Creators. Their appearance however did not go unnoticed, as two ancient forces had begun to re-awaken within the Realms. A Voice of Light and Reason, and one of Envy and Hate, now stand at the threshold of the Extinction.
You are a Creator. Your arrival in the Realms has brought about the Third Age of Creation, and with it, awoken a darkness more ancient than time itself. The Voice of legend has risen once again from the depths of It’s Realms and seeks to finish what It started long ago. All that has been reclaimed, stands to be undone and you and your kind are the last hope to stop it from destroying all of Creation. You are not alone however. The being of Light and Reason, the Voice of the Seed, has chosen your kind to lead the crusade and finish what your ancestors could not. Silence the Voice of the Nether… Forever.
It is said that these beings channeled their power from the realm of emptiness and purity, where night is an eternity. Through their tampering with the Eternal Realm however, they discovered an entity that possessed no physical body, had no age, and was of unknown origin. The Voice whispered many secrets to them and taught them how to create life. In return, It asked to be given a physical body with the knowledge It gave them, one that could leave the Eternal Realm forever, and seek the warmth of the light. The Architects fearing Its already infinite power, denied the Voice its freedom. With their new stolen power drawn from the Eternal Realm and the Voice, they created life in every seed and reigned over all things. Kingdoms flourished and life began to grow in all Realms. However, the more they created, the more they realized they were missing an ingredient to their designs, Death.
The need for Death came when those that dwelled upon the possibilities of power from the Eternal Realm became obsessed with its use and sought to better themselves in every way possible. The cost of each use turned them into something more and more foul and disgraceful. Their minds became filled with hate and pride as the seeds of Sin were sewn into their hearts. The first Void Dwellers were born.
Realizing the folly of their brothers and sisters, the remaining Architects soon found themselves on the brink of Civil War. The tension amongst the Architects could be felt within every other lesser being across all worlds, and soon enough, the seeds of Sin began taking root in the hearts of those whose pride and envy outweighed their desire for morality. The Architects of the Realms were left with no choice but to make the pact that would change their design and understanding of life forever. They ventured once more into the Eternal Realm and sought out the Voice who gifted and cursed them. They told it of how their kind had become obsessed with the power they were given and described the wickedness that was spreading throughout the realms, in the hearts of once pure beings. The Voice sat in silence and listened. It is said that the Architects begged the Voice for the knowledge of Death so that they may end the wickedness in their worlds and agreed to give it whatever it wanted in return.
The Voice, seeing what they had created in their worlds, envied them and asked them to create a realm for itself, a realm of everlasting warmth and perfection without the need of the sun or the moon, unbound by common and natural law. The Architects agreed and quickly created the first of many Realms of the Nether. The Voice was silent.
The Voice then asked them to allow it to take the wicked to dwell in its realm upon its freedom, so that their souls could be used to power and give life to its realm. The Architects agreed and constructed the first of the Conduits in the Nether in order to power the realm with the souls of the wicked. The Voice was silent.
The Voice then asked for a body, one that could feel the heat of day, cherish the cold of night, and embrace the gift of life. The architects agreed and the Voice was silent.
Once the pact was made, the Voice emerged from the shadows. Ripping their now mortal souls out from the husks that were once theirs, the Voice stole their bodies and left them to wither away in the Eternal Realm...
..Death walked out of the Void and into the Light…
The Voice’s appearance in the Realms of the Light sparked the conflict that many would come to call the Unseen War. With mortality now in existence in the realms, death was inevitable and the Architects soon began to realize their mistake. The Voice of the Nether had amassed an army of abominations from the souls of the Wicked, intended on exacting It’s revenge against the Architects for their betrayal and denying it It’s freedom. Realm by realm, the Voice tore down all that the Architects had created and loved. No realm was safe and no army was large enough to stop the Voice and It’s growing force. Before long, the Architects made a final effort to turn the tides of the war for the sake of all living things, but for a terrible price…
With their knowledge of the working Conduits that sustained the Voice’s Power, they launched an all-out assault on every Nether Realm as the Voice and Its army gave chase. Many were slaughtered while charging into the realms, and many more were killed trying to reach the Conduits. The few Architects that did reach the Conduits, used their final draw of power from the Void and sealed the Voice and It’s Realms from the inside, forever trapping them behind black portals. Their sacrifice ended the threat in the Realms of Light, but their fate was left unknown…
Thousands of years passed since the end of the Unseen War as the Realms of Light had begun to flourish and grow once more. The remaining Architects had faded into obscurity and eventually, many believed their true bloodline to have all but ceased to exist. Tales of voices, god beings, and war became legend and eventually, forgotten. In their wake however, a new race of beings were born. Their arrival marked the dawn of a new age, heralding the growth of life and power. They were believed to be the only descendants of the great Architects and as such, many gave them the name, Creators. Their appearance however did not go unnoticed, as two ancient forces had begun to re-awaken within the Realms. A Voice of Light and Reason, and one of Envy and Hate, now stand at the threshold of the Extinction.
You are a Creator. Your arrival in the Realms has brought about the Third Age of Creation, and with it, awoken a darkness more ancient than time itself. The Voice of legend has risen once again from the depths of It’s Realms and seeks to finish what It started long ago. All that has been reclaimed, stands to be undone and you and your kind are the last hope to stop it from destroying all of Creation. You are not alone however. The being of Light and Reason, the Voice of the Seed, has chosen your kind to lead the crusade and finish what your ancestors could not. Silence the Voice of the Nether… Forever.