Saturday, October 24, 2015
When the world was young, the land itself was alive. Not in the sense of that we see around us now, but rather conscious and possessed of both desires and wonder. Innocent as a child, it set about exploring its own existence. Life blossomed at its touch, with both beasts and flora, from the smallest insect to towering trees which brushed the top of the world. All her children lived in the harmony of a great natural order, watched over by druids, the wisest of the beasts.
When man came into the world, emerging from the divine planes, he found a world of great peace and bounty. Though many found their place in that which was, all too many sought dominion over the land. A long and terrible war for control was fought, the living planet fought desperately for her own survival as the invading waves of humanity wielded terrible otherworldly powers which tore the life force from the land, bending it to their will.
Now, her original light only lives in the darkest and most forbidding of places, great hidden forests, where all still honor the great cycle. These last secret places are protected by the great beasts and the humans who joined them, transformed by her grace. They are the fae touched, which have taken up the mantle of the Fae Court, sworn to preserve the original spirit of the earth.
The humans are refugees of a spiritual war which wages eternal in the planes beyond. While they think us defeated, the conflict they have fled has found them again. We must only bide our time until they have consumed themselves utterly. On this day, we will reclaim that which was lost. - Archdruid Elandron, 2nd Age