A Very Non-Brief and Non-Canonical History of the World

After the World was made, The Primordials came into being:

Sol and Luna, The Sun and Moon themselves. Along with Their Drivers, Sûnna and Mâno. Racing across the Sky in Their endless dance. Lighting up the day and night on the World below.

Taranis, called Grandfather Eagle. Ruler of the skies, and all who would one day call them home. With mighty bolts of lightning and crashing bouts of Thunder, He nourished the earth of the world below.

Ahuardua, called Grandmother Turtle (by me, not by anybody else I know😉). Lady of the Well, Ruler of the Depths of Oceans and Lakes. She makes Her home near the Uoberus Tonceton (Well of Fate), tending to its waters and the roots of U̯eru̯idus (The World Tree), as the Waters nourish the Tree and flow out into the World.

Nerthus, Mother Earth. Goddess of the Land of the World, all that would eventually tread along it, and the riches within it. In Her chariot, She rides the land, promoting both peace and bounty to those She rides among. 

When the World was young, The Primordials began to seed Life amongst the Seas and Land. As time went by, this Life began to adapt and change. Some Life moved from Sea to Land, some from Land to Sea, and some from Land to Sky! All was chill, all was definitely Gucci.

Alas, such times could not last. Taranis had held back the Powers of Chaos since Time immemorial. Yet one day, after so long in stagnation, the Powers of Chaos slipped through, just a bit. But it was enough to shatter Life as The Primordials knew it at the time.

 In the rebuilding, Three of the Primordials began to mix and intermingle. Nerthus, Taranis, and Ahuardua set off down a path that would lead to the world we know today. At each meeting, new beings were created, new gods. These new gods would soon take their first breaths.

As Taranis flew across the Seas, He and Ahuardua gave birth to the Winds, and those that would herald their coming, the changing of the seasons, and bring healing and protection to all those of land and sea: the Alcoi.

As Ahuardua drew back the seas, Taranis and Nerthus met in the Mountainous regions, and from these wombs of land and sky, sprang great gods. Poeninnus and Alpes, first children of Taranis and Nerthus. Caretakers and rulers of the mountains and all Life within. From these locales also came Brigantia, the Fury of Taranis made manifest, to carry His fight against chaos across the new World.

Ahuardua and Nerthus had always touched and felt each other, but now, things were changing. From these wombs of sea and land, sprang new gods. From the mountains where Alpes and Poeninnus would rule, flowed a mighty Spring, giving birth to Rhenus, Lord of all Rivers. Along the land near where deltas would form grew Two Great Goddesses, Ritona and Nehalennia. One to guide future populations in their Life, and one to bring them Home upon their deaths. 

The births of these new gods took a mighty toll on Nerthus’ Worldly body, Pangea, causing it to break under the strain. Slowly, over many many millennia, the lands came to be where they are today. Over this time, Life changed again. Mammals and humanity now ruled the World. As societies and civilizations evolved, the gods began to grow in number to match.

From Poeninnus came Magusenos and Lôhar, sons of War and Peace, armed with Thunder and Lightning and Strength unparalleled. The people would need strength at their back when things were uncertain, and calm countenance when Peace reigned.

From Rhenus came the World’s rivers and each of their guardians. Civilizations sprang up, grew old, and died along their banks, Watched over eternally by the Rîn Fader. Nehalennia sailed His waters, bringing those that died Home. First to Witanshal, where they would feast with Istrô, Ruler of the Lands of the Dead. Then, from Witanshal they would sail the Infinite Islands, seeking their afterlife. 

Deep in the Forests, many mushrooms grew. From them Grew a beautiful and powerful Goddess, great Tanfana. The Great Forest Mother, She caught the eye of Istrô, who wooed her as you do. They married and reigned in Witanshal forever onward. As time progressed, Tanfana began to wander. She met many peoples that populated her Forests, and took them under Her banner, protecting and providing for them until the coming of the Romans, and ever after that. 

As the blood of Men watered the grass of the battlefield, it gave rise to Great Camulos, in all His rage and glory, to watch over the wars of Mankind and give boons to the victors. When there were no wars to be fought, He patrolled the borders and protected the fields. Only Cathubodua ever succeeded in distracting Him from this duty, and only then after many days of pestering and annoying Him. Soon, They fell in love and began to re-enact their first meetings every year at Harvest time, in playfulness and love.

From the East came Merkur, beard of Roads flowing in the winds. Bringing gifts of divination and guidance, He watches over travelers to this day. From the West came Rosmerta, the Great Seeress and Provider. She who guides Her people and ensures the Harvest. Having found their match in foresight, the two quickly wed and went about their eternal life together, watching over travelers and warriors alike. 

From Hellia flew Cathubodua, the Battle Crow, For Istrô and Nehalennia were overwhelmed with souls as Man waged wars amongst themselves. To aid Her and Nehalennia both, she gave rise to the Ancauon. Full psychopomps in their own right, they are in charge of gathering the souls of the dead into larger groups, to be led the rest of the way by Nehalennia, Cathubodua, or any number of others. Every 3 years, under the Summer Moon, Baldag and His host ride the skies to gather the souls of the Lost and Forgotten and bring them Home to Witanshal to be greeted by Istrô. From there, He takes them to His own hall, to feast and make merry alongside Sigifrith and Brunchilde.

Through this all, the greatest threat to humanity was Sinōgō, the Ever-Terror. All was not well in the World. Men waged war amongst themselves, Hostile Spirits sought to endanger and enslave humanity. Toilet paper was not yet invented. And Sinōgō constantly sent his minions (name pending) to cause strife and discord amongst humanity. So great was the suffering, that Magusenos and Camulos decided it was time to put an end to Sinōgō once and for all. 

Great was the Battle that followed. Magusenos and Camulos led a host of the Gods of Man against the dread fortress of Sinōgō, Rumelubandâ (Horror’s Peak) in the land of Morārīgiā (Nightmare Realm) Fierce was the fighting. The sounds of slaughter filled the air. Sinōgō slapped aside all that challenged Him, until Camulos thrust his mighty spear into Sinōgō’s eye, where the shaft broke. Blinded and howling in pain, Sinōgō was unable to defend himself from Magusenos’ final swing. As His club connected with the spearhead embedded in The Ever-Terror’s eye, Lightning coursed through His body and a massive crack of thunder echoed as Sinōgō’s head split apart.

There lay Sinōgō, dead at the hands of Camulos and Magusenos. Seeing this, many of his forces surrendered. Those that did would become spirits of the lands, as they grew to love the World again, free from the corrupting influence of Sinōgō. Still, others in His army fled. These were a portion of the Giants, walking natural disasters. Poeninnus hunted those that fled to the mountains, as Rhenus and Wadila hunted those in the waters of the World. Any who sought refuge in the Forests, were found by Bugius and His Bugiûs. Those that fled across the grasslands and meadows fell victim to Lôhar and his cohorts, for no evil like Sinōgō would be suffered again. Those Giants that remained laid themselves to rest, vowing to awaken when the World needed them most.

The champions of Order had prevailed. But all was not over. The hunt for the renegade Giants continues to this day. We see the evidence of this in the violent thunderstorms of our day. Each of these especially violent storms represents a clash between one of the many thunderers, and a renegade giant they’ve caught up to. As the storm passes, the giant has been subdued or killed, and lain to rest in the hills and mountains. How many of these Giants are only sleeping, waiting to defend their new homes when the time arises? How many are dead, the Worldly proof of these great battles waged for our very survival? We may never know.

After the battle, those spirits who were freed from the influence of Sinōgō had approached Magusenos and Poeninnus, begging their forgiveness and vowing to atone. The two great Thunderers called a council of the Gods of Man and there they decided what would be done with them. This meeting would come to be called the Lissos Deûon (Court of the Gods), and would be the very first of the Things. Though Magusenos and Poeninnus had called the meeting, it was led and moderated by the relative newcomer, Thingsô, who had shown himself valiantly during the battle, despite being known primarily for farming/agricultural reasons.

The gathered gods were divided on whether to absolve or punish the spirits in some way. Many days they argued and debated. Finally, with the help of Thingsô, an agreement was reached. The spirits would be allowed back into the World as spirits in nature. Some would go to the mountains, some to the waters, and some to the meadows and deserts. 

But not to the forests, for the forests were the realm of Bugius and His Bugiûs, forever watching over these spirits, lest they turn on humanity and the gods again. Bugius sent his Bugiûs out far and wide to keep watch, and where they went forests grew. This is why Forests grow on mountains, trees in meadows, and swamps near the waters. Yet trees are sparse and no forests grow in the deserts of the world, thus these are wild and inhospitable places, unfit for humanity. Here, Man is left to the mercy of the spirits of the place, to fend for themselves and pray for the best. 

Thus the world we know today has come to be. Many things have been left out, and many things mentioned not explored in the depth they deserve. This will come in time. For now, here we are!