Alithis

Ancient is this world-once-recreated, and many stories and secrets lie within its crevices and closets.

In the beginning, a cataclysm created the known elements and with their existence also came a being of unimaginable power that created the worlds, cosmos, and all the gods. The gods then too created their own pantheons, and molded the worlds and cosmos to their liking; for a time, at least, all was perfect. But there came a fell day- The creations of the gods became violent towards each other, and the gods too even fell to bickering. But when faced with a threat that sought to see the utter erasure of all that was, they would again bind an uneasy union.

In a sundering war against "the forgotten", the gods and their pantheons rallied themselves- The elements- And even the powers of creation itself to defeat them. This battle, however, came with great cost, and left the world ravaged. Lands were split, oceans carved, and entire continents were obliterated entirely. It was only then that the gods ceased their bickering and allowed their creations to exist without their direct intervention. They became reclusive, still granting boons and blessings to those they deemed worthy, but abstaining from returning to the inner cosmos wholesale. On high from their planes do they watch, distant; wavering as their power slowly returns to creation. Leaving their fractured and broken creations to the mercies of the world...

Many a millennium has passed since then, and through ages both dark and primeval, years both bloody and peaceful, and discoveries both old and new, the inhabitants of this world have managed to reclaim at least a fragment of their former existence. Though the memories of their forebears lie scattered across the world, the inheritors of Alithis must carve out their own futures; for better or worse...

Even in the face of how far they've come, however, there is still a long road ahead of them all. To this day, the peoples and cultures on Alithis' scattered continents remain cut off from each other. The vast oceans between them muster insurmountable storms and harbor unspeakable beasts, while all who venture beyond the sight of shore are lost without some way to navigate. None who have ever tried have ever returned... Deep beneath the depths of the oceans there runs a great tunnel which might serve to connect these lands, carved by the dwarves who once crawled up from the rocks below, but it lies forgotten by most who once knew of it- Even the orcs who drove the dwarves out during a time long ago, and were then, too, driven from the darkness by a malevolent shadow, have long since forgotten its existence... Further still, those who do remember it dare not venture there, for fear of the shadows which now permeate its labyrinthine depths.

Regardless of what may stand against them, however, the peoples of this new and reborn Alithis will oft stop at nothing to push onwards. Preserving their futures in the face of even the gods and all the cosmos-- Whether great shadows or a horde of invaders, whether an evil mage or the evil within their own hearts, these miraculous beings march ever on.   And certainly, that resolve is worth preserving...

Alithis is a place created from thought... All that we are- All that we experience is owed because the thought existed that we could. The lands, their lords, and all the gods above exist simply because thought makes it so! So new gods rise, and old gods fade away- It is at the razor's edge of thought itself.