Praalos

Origin

Sunlight beams across the glittering surface of a world adrift. It is a primal thing, teeming with potential, awaiting an impetus that will give it substance and shape. It hangs upon the starry fabric for a long time, but eventually its wait comes to an end.

Foreign energy from a foreign place marks its surface, and a countless number of visitors are shunted onto its smooth and formless ground. They are a vagabond people, weary from the consequences of their hubris. Many of them cry out, believing themselves to be dead. Was their final effort to find salvation in vain? As if to answer, the world drinks deep of their world before, and suffuses itself with life and myth.

All around them, the land gains substance as life cascades into existence. All that they had before and more gains shape, and they all feel the fiery call of the wild take them. The visitors soon become denizens, their appearances changing to match the various creatures among which they coexist. They dance the circle of life for an untold amount of time, until curious hands once again strike the first flame...

It is a world of life and myth.

It is a primal thing, it is Praalos.