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	Short speech and desire for action pleased the Great God, Far-		Short speech and desire for action pleased the Great God, Far-
	Reaching Kertigen; gave he to Dabrush many gifts, the axe		Reaching Kertigen; gave he to Dabrush many gifts, the axe
	Nimeols, the helm Gard, a host of willing followers.		[[Nimeols]], the helm [[Gard]], a host of willing followers.

	Through the power of gleaming Gard, Dabrush and his people no		Through the power of gleaming Gard, Dabrush and his people no
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	greatly. [[Peri'el]] sang to him; softly her voice called him;		greatly. [[Peri'el]] sang to him; softly her voice called him;
	siren's voice it was, gently calling him to slumber. Then		siren's voice it was, gently calling him to slumber. Then
	Kertigen his mighty hammer Slagnar set aside, his fires he		Kertigen his mighty hammer [[Slagnar]] set aside, his fires he
	banked; his apron he gave in keeping to clever Tralen, raven		banked; his apron he gave in keeping to clever [[Tralen]], raven
	and trusted counselor. His cares he gave to Peri'el, and		and trusted counselor. His cares he gave to Peri'el, and
	Kertigen turned his thoughts and steps to sleep.		Kertigen turned his thoughts and steps to sleep.

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==The Tale of Creation ==

Mountain and cavern, ice and fire, stone and metal: these
were the substance of Elanthia's past, these were the shapes
into which it was poured by God of the Gods, Kertigen All-
Father. Forgemaster claimed it, first work from his forge.
Broke he the mold so that lesser gods could not imitate his
efforts.

Across the skin and through the belly of Elanthia, Kertigen
traveled. Everywhere he looked, everywhere he felt pleasure.
Kindly Forgemaster took much pride in his work, wishing to
share his efforts with others; knew better he than to invite
the lesser gods, envious grumblers at greater deeds!

Then Kertigen took the finest of gems, gathered the hardest and
sweetest of metals. Grasped he the snow from the tallest of
mountains, and molten stone from rivers of iron that run deep
beneath the crust of the world. These he combined, these he
molded, these he sang into an essence of life.

Thus Kertigen the Mighty created the first Dwarf. Looked it
did upon its creator; looked it did, long and hard, as the sun
rose and fell many, many times over. "I am Dabrush," the first
Dwarf said when looking was finished. "What needs doing?"
Short speech and desire for action pleased the Great God, Far-
Reaching Kertigen; gave he to Dabrush many gifts, the axe
Nimeols, the helm Gard, a host of willing followers.

Through the power of gleaming Gard, Dabrush and his people no
cold did bite nor heat did singe as they traveled across
Elanthia, marveling at its beauty. Through the help of
wondrous Nimeols they conquered the perils that Kertigen had
set about his work as a warning and a threat to the lesser
gods, not to interfere.

Kertigen All-Father never grew angered at his fine children,
the Dwarven kindred. Pride shown from him like a beacon, a
beacon that burned bright for twelve hundred years. But in
time the Forgemaster grew very weary, laboring mightily, tiring
greatly. Peri'el sang to him; softly her voice called him;
siren's voice it was, gently calling him to slumber. Then
Kertigen his mighty hammer Slagnar set aside, his fires he
banked; his apron he gave in keeping to clever Tralen, raven
and trusted counselor. His cares he gave to Peri'el, and
Kertigen turned his thoughts and steps to sleep.

The lesser gods, envious were they, envious but dreading great
Kertigen's power. Now, though, he lay asleep. As one they
rose, as one they looked upon this world of Elanthia. Some
came to mock, and some to appraise. All left impressed. Each
god swore a secret oath in heart's heart to seek in its own way
the path of Kertigen, doing the Great Work, each to its own
true nature.

Greatly daring though fiercely fearing, the lesser gods
approached the forge of Kertigen and restarted its fires.
Slagnar resisted their efforts; Slagner they could not wield;
but the minor tools of Kertigen All-Father rose to their
magicks, heeding their spells.

Meraud Wolffriend first sought to perform the task of
fashioning another Elanthia. But luck mocked Meraud, fortune
turned from him, his wisdom gaped empty and all for naught. On
Kertigen's forge only red, feckless Yavash did Meraud design.
Flung it he did into the aether where to this day it hangs,
mocking the Magicwielder who drew away, brooding.

Next was Damaris, soft and steathy his steps. Great cunning
was his, and agility, too, but the forge of Kertigen his
cunning resisted. No new Elanthia could he fashion. Katamba,
dark as the shadows, Pantherwalk created, and kicked it from
his presence into the skies with an oath.

Not in such manner did fair Faenella approach the forge.
Disdained she the tools, the weapons of Kertigen, as she
called the Forgemaster's instruments. Instruments had she,
and these she employed: rebecs and citterns, lyres and reed
pipes, psalteries, bells, vihuelas and tabors. Singing her
epics, Songstress conjured a world to her liking; but all she
created was sterile Xibar, pretty but empty, cold, clear jewel
of the sky and the tides.

The other gods marveled, and pondered their actions. Then up spoke Huldah,
soft-voiced and shrewd:

"Meraud, Damaris and Faenella have failed. Lifeless their
efforts, but why should we worry? A world lies created; a
world for our using. Elanthia I speak of! Great Kertigen,
mighty his sight, lies sunken, bemused, in dream. Let us enter
his world and make it ours, fill it with creatures that bow to
our efforts!"

All the gods took cheer at these words. Praised they
Goldtongue and bespoke him highly; each departed for Elanthia,
high in spirits and great in pride.

Truffenyi Oxgoad first arrived, filled with zeal to mimic All-
Father. The quiet Plowman uttered words, he shook his robe; he
shook his locks of blackly silvered hair. Rain he shook out
and mountains he melted, pastures were created, and seedlings,
too. Wheatfields sprang where he walked. From the mud beneath
his feet Truffenyi molded Humans. They hailed him, building
cities and traveling everywhere, fighting and talking
endlessly. Thus Treffenyi invaded Kertigen's world, and made
it his own.

Then Truffenyi looked up, the Oxgoad glanced at the sky,
frowning. Large storm clouds he saw, huge clouds that
gathered and rained entire lakes and seas! From within the
waters appeared Lemicus Seabreeze, the Lodestone Maker,
summoning forth her children, the Elves, who formed from the
droplets she sprayed upon shores. There they worshipped her,
there they adored her. All manner of fish and swimming
creatures she created, too, turning Kertigen's world into her
own.

But from the oceans deep arose a voice, that of Eluned
Wisdomruler. Light she called, a strange, eldritch light, and
something that came of her lore and great knowledge. Cloaked
in mist stood her children upon land, Eluned's blue sons and
daughters, the Eloth, breathing in mana and even then thinking
of how they might master the greatest of magics, build the
tallest of cities to house their dark secrets.

Then it was that a shadow blotted even the seas of Lemicus, the
oceans of Eluned; and a giant hand reached up from within the
earth, slowly pulling down some mountains until they were
hills, nestled and protected, green and hospitable. At that,
laughing Saemaus Lovesong sprang forth from the good ground;
Saemaus Feaster flung tarts upon the soil; tarts that expanded
as they baked under the sun, becoming Halflings, children of
the burrows, sharp-eyed, smiling, deft-fingered worshippers of
the Gentle Merrymaker. Lemicus shrugged, Eluned stared and
Truffenyi grinned at Saemaus' silliness, but this god, too,
made Kertigen's world into his own.

More of the lesser gods came to Elanthia, changing its
features, forming new life. But Huldah Spitebiter was last of
them all; Trickster Huldah traveled silently. Like a flame he
flickered brightly, swiftly scaling land and aethyr, swimming
deep in drowning rivers while he sought the threads of life
that Sleeping All-Father Kertigen and others had wrought.
There he twisted, warping weave to suit his nature. Creatures
made to warn off lesser gods now the gods ignored altogether.
They attacked all mortal races, warring on themselves and
others-- Dwarves included.

So it was for many years until Kertigen the Mighty came awake,
refreshed from sleeping his deep slumber. Imagine his
surprise, imagine his horror, when All-Father saw his great
work, knew how well the lesser gods had changed it! At first
he thought to destroy it all, rend the pieces and send them
hurling upon the hateful heads of Elanthia's defilers; but
kindness leaped upon his brow when he beheld once more his
sturdy children, the Dwarven race, holding true to the olden
values. To them he renewed the ancient pledges of mountain
fast and cavern deep. He blew on their beards and congealed
jewels from freezing moisture. He strengthened their courage
and great good sense, knowing they'd have much peril to face in
ages still to come.

Then Kertigen called to all his lesser kindred. Kertigen sang
a song of iron and silver, of steel and fire; he made metal
watchful, gave eyesight to vigilance. Kertigen created the
World Dragon itself, terrible sentinel to keep lesser gods from
prying further in the troubled world of Elanthia. But yet it
is said that some of the lesser gods had already created after
their own vicious thoughts out of sight, in the dark minding
while Kertigen All-Father slept, and that their venom has yet
to be seen.

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⚫	==The Tale of Creation ==


	Mountain and cavern, ice and fire, stone and metal: these		Mountain and cavern, ice and fire, stone and metal: these
	were the substance of Elanthia's past, these were the shapes		were the substance of [[Elanthia]]'s past, these were the shapes
	into which it was poured by God of the Gods, Kertigen All-		into which it was poured by God of the Gods, [[Kertigen]] All-
	Father. Forgemaster claimed it, first work from his forge.		Father. Forgemaster claimed it, first work from his forge.
	Broke he the mold so that lesser gods could not imitate his		Broke he the mold so that lesser gods could not imitate his
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	molded, these he sang into an essence of life.		molded, these he sang into an essence of life.

	Thus Kertigen the Mighty created the first Dwarf. Looked it		Thus Kertigen the Mighty created the first [[Dwarf]]. Looked it
	did upon its creator; looked it did, long and hard, as the sun		did upon its creator; looked it did, long and hard, as the sun
	rose and fell many, many times over. "I am Dabrush," the first		rose and fell many, many times over. "I am [[Dabrush]]," the first
	Dwarf said when looking was finished. "What needs doing?"		Dwarf said when looking was finished. "What needs doing?"
	Short speech and desire for action pleased the Great God, Far-		Short speech and desire for action pleased the Great God, Far-
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	beacon that burned bright for twelve hundred years. But in		beacon that burned bright for twelve hundred years. But in
	time the Forgemaster grew very weary, laboring mightily, tiring		time the Forgemaster grew very weary, laboring mightily, tiring
	greatly. Peri'el sang to him; softly her voice called him;		greatly. [[Peri'el]] sang to him; softly her voice called him;
	siren's voice it was, gently calling him to slumber. Then		siren's voice it was, gently calling him to slumber. Then
	Kertigen his mighty hammer Slagnar set aside, his fires he		Kertigen his mighty hammer Slagnar set aside, his fires he
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	The other gods marveled, and pondered their actions. Then up spoke Huldah,		The other gods marveled, and pondered their actions. Then up spoke Huldah, soft-voiced and shrewd:
	soft-voiced and shrewd:

	"Meraud, Damaris and Faenella have failed. Lifeless their		"Meraud, Damaris and Faenella have failed. Lifeless their