The August God opened his eyes and saw a barren, flat plane of rock sitting empty in a sea of stars - its only feature was a bubble of invisible energy that protected it from astral detritus. It floated through the infinite ocean like a snowglobe with a convexity at the bottom filled with roiling, dark blue water.

This empty half-globe displeased the August God, who, in his infancy, was driven to create, and abhorred a vacuum. He molded the empty land, gave it texture and natural bounds. He planted the trees, turned the earth, parted the sea. He raised up the Aegis Mountains and sowed the bountiful fields of Minnerond. He planted the seed that would one day become the Tree of Hags and gave the hilly Darret region its gloomy personality - yes, he smiled as he draped a solemn mist over it like a damp security blanket. Much of the molding of the natural landscape, however, he left to the seasons and forces that naturally arose after his first acts of creation. This is how Bolok, Nilorval, and the other regions came to be.

And from nothing, he shaped hoof and claw, fang and feather, and placed all the beings in ways and places that suited them - or as they suited His taste.

For an uncountable time, the August God sat back and watched the beings of his creation as they went about their little generations and endured the flash-in-the-pan epochs of the world.

But for all its teeming and apparent life, Kraynor, his creation, yet seemed dead to him. It was dynamic, yes, with seasons, flowing waters, predators, prey, and all other natural phenomena. Species came into being, evolved, and went extinct. It was not without its drama.

But it existed in a kind of equilibrium that, to his ageless perspective, may as well have been a complete stasis, and he hated it! He began to think that his creation may as well have remained a sleepy plane of rock atop a dark blue bed. The August God could not accept the state of things!

After many seasons of frustration, the August God realized what Kraynor lacked - what He lacked. He lacked the capacity to destroy. He loved his creation too much, and was too attached to every twig and berry, too committed to letting it be. Even as it frustrated him, he could not bring himself to tear down his creation and start again.

So from dust and fire he created the first deity of the first pantheon. Yashullah, Lady Nothing, became the first true deity of Kraynor. Her birth marked the end of the era of the August God, and the beginning of Era One.