The Making of Rodensia

Funny then, that the elves had split into three factions, the day, the night, and the old, the bearded beings into their kinds, giants and dwarves and men, and the gods alone, ensconced by lands and creatures of fire and ice.

And so, in an act utterly without imagination, the lands became thus. Alfheim for the elves of the light, Svartalfheim for the dark, Vanaheim for the old, Jotunheim for the giants, Nidavellir for the dwarves, Midgard for the men, Asgard for the gods, Niflheim for the ice lands and Muspelheim for the fire lands.

But, just as order appeared to have settled over the lands, there came whispers from the south where the great tree of Eredh grew. For in the south was another god, in secret rising to power and gathering an army. This was not a god created by Êl, but by a creature’s sheer ambitions, built of pure chaos and id. And its name…was Kevin.

Êl skimmed its toe along the surface of the water on the eastern shore of the Isle of Rodensia, where the bubbling stream called Spiritbrook, which sprang from the roots of the great tree of Eredh, emptied into the deep, cutting a ribbon of clear, fresh water through the sparkling cerulean of the Sunset Sea back to the coast of Shavehalla.

The uprising of Rodensia had been stopped, for now, but Kevin the Rainbow Flying Gerbil did not seem particularly penitent, or indeed even put off his mischief. But being such small creatures, Êl did not see the need to punish them too harshly, nor did it wish to prevent their kin from returning to the Isle.

Êl watched its reflection wave and bend, reminded of its first days of creation, when the world was but a surface of still glass waiting to have a world painted upon it. Now it was was filled with life, to the point that it was beginning to bubble over, at least in the rodent population.

The uprising of Rodensia was quelled with no bloodshed, but the next? Surely the lands would not be so fortunate to remain peaceful forever, for the stories Êl had once heard in the void before the making were run through with tales of conflict and war.