In-Game Lore Excerpt
Personal Game | Homebrew Setting
Word Count: 500
All things must be balanced. Good and evil. Right and wrong. Light and dark. Before all else, these existed. Within the chaos that swirled at the birth of creation, there was strength and will and being. As the primordial forces of creation raged, colliding and combining and overwhelming one another, chaos would give way to consciousness.
They were before all else, and as such they were. Shaped from the elements, balanced and kept in check by each other. Fire and water. Air and earth. Light and dark. And for a long time, they worked in harmony. Creation and destruction led to beautiful and terrible things. Existence rose around them, and they governed as one and as many. Primordials, deities, gods, whatever they were they were loved and feared in equal measure.
But not all things last. Sooner or later, the scales are tipped and the balance is lost. Planes and planets may have formed, time began moving, and everything was changing. Except this balance.
One of them saw this. They stared into the face of infinity and saw a cycle with no end, a monotony that festered and stagnated even with all the changes wrought; for they realized that while all around them had changed, they had not. While the elements changed each other, they had not changed themselves.
So this one did.
It was a simple choice. A simple change. Opposites were equal, as a way to ensure the balance was maintained. They could not oppose the one who kept them in check. So they opposed another. And as it was not balanced, they quickly overwhelmed the other. Like a candle, it was snuffed out.
The balance was broken.
One by one, the primordials were felled. With each scale tipped, they grew more twisted, more vengeful, more furious. It was not enough. All around, the elements collapsed. Chaos grew, fear grew, and all would be swallowed by the growing storms. The primordials were scattered, rent asunder. Fragments of their power drifted unfettered, colliding and clashing.
Finally, there were none left to challenge except one. Their opposite. Their equal. It would be a battle without end, or so they thought. Locked in an infinite clash, never able to overcome the other. But as one had changed, so had the other. What was once light was tainted by hate. What was once dark was tainted by regret. They were no longer equals. One gained the upper hand.
The one who turned traitor, who lost their way, was felled. Rent asunder just as they had rent so many others. The light was snuffed out by the dark, scattered across existence. Twinkling as stars in the night sky, never bright enough to drown out the darkness as they had once tried.
But now there was one. There was no opposite to balance. No equal to stand for and against. What was left to be done?
But then, revelation. Realization. The one that remained was the first, for darkness came before all else and existed when all else was gone. Yet it was now the last.
The first. The last. Opposites in harmony. A new scale to be balanced. And so they would remain.
The end and the beginning.