In the time of Ancient past the first of the gods was born. A soul who gained a conscience without a physical form. Despite all it was all its power as the first. It was bored. It wanted what had yet to exist. Companionship. The first beings it created were the prehistoric predators and massive herbivores of the past but they with the exception of the dragons and pack animals. Were incapable of the companionship the god wanted so he started over erasing everything but the dragons and some pack animals that would later become the beast tribes. Then he created the elves however the elves preferred companionship with the dragons and nature. So he created demons in his frustration they were and still are an amusing roudy bunch with tempers that could make a dragon run in fear. However they did not know progress only destruction and fun this angered the elves and dragons to stop this he created the angels to bring a bit of order in the demons lives contrary to common belief demons and angels compliment each other they are opposites that attract yet do not ever get too close as god warned that the mixing of races could create either greatness or total annilation. Eventually however god made the humans and dwarvess the dwarfs and humans were one and the same really just that one was better at understanding how and the other why. With this the main races were created. Everything went well until a human and elf interbread creating the first half elf.
The half Elves at first were shunned but god saw great potential rather than total destruction so he decided to nurture them he claimed that an Elves gental nature with a humans limitless potential could create something of a saint. However their was an issue. Half Elves can not have offspring. So god said that the birth of half Elves should be celebrated however he left a warning that to love a half elf ment your bloodline will not continue. As such it became a rare occurrence. Still over a few centuries the number of Half Elves had reached 10000 or so not many but enough to start a small country where all Half Elves may love their own kind. It brought peace but it also brought the first war. Claiming land for a race had never been done before. Sure land was claimed but never at such a size never for a particular race this was the turning point. As war waged and the emotions of the many sentinent races brought about a new race of gods that were and still are based on desires, emotions, and logic.
As the the gods became stronger a new war was waged against the first god. Many gods died but they succeeded. And then began to select races, tribes, or just different values in which the sentinent races would pray. And in exchange for the power given by prayer they may grant it if sincere. Meaning it appealed to their being.
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It wasn't long until they realized a humans pray brought so much more power. While the shortest lived race they always give the gods the most strength. And yet dwarfs did not even though they are so similar. It is because dwarfs understand how but do not normally question why. Humans always strive for why even before the have figured out how.
Many wars were fought over humans but eventually they realized something as long as humans existed more gods would be born at a fast rate and that would only mean more wars. And so the beginning of the Fall happened. They declared humans to be a unworthy race of the gods. The gods declared they will no longer except prayers of humans and many gods of races even sent the other races to war. Only the Kitsu Clan cared. The Kitsu Clan are great hunters and intelligent philosophers yet they needed humans to be able to build houses because their hands are not yet evolved enough to do so......No thumps just stumps there.
Part Two The Fall Of The Last King
The king was worried very much so his armies could not last much longer and the barrier of the human lands was a temporary measure. It could only last 6 months at best not enough to raise a new generation of soldiers. His wife was nearing the final stages of pregnancy. If he was to be the last king so be it however he would rather burn in hell then let his bloodline end.
Two months before the final battle that would mark The Fall The old king sent his child to the Kitsu Clan telling them to never reveal the heritage of the child to anyone not even the child herself. His little princess the old king kissed her fair well and walked toward s the final battlefield his entire army but a silent calm. Like a pond the moon shines down on the heavons towards it. Silent and sirene. The army marched to what would later be known as the battle of silence. Every man and woman caught to the bitter end their children promised refuge with the Kitsu Clan. While some where caught as slaves then bred as slaves the population of humans steadily increased. However only humans who bear the mark of the Kitsu Clan are truly free. After 4 generations of the kings bloodline with a bit of Kitsu blood in the young boy. A new king will rise a godslayer and godlover.
Who said anything about a fall the beginning has only just started.