The Archaic Chronicles of Dome-Wyrd

Chapter II: The Isle Of Vale. We travel not to the west, nor the south and definitely not the east! Dreadfully vile that east is! Not far from Dome-Wyrd's shores rests a series of islands, fisherman settlements and towns that sat upon docks, over murky waters that they dreadfully referred to as the sea. The west islands were dangerous, riddled with pirates and thieves.  The east islands were of high renown, they had their own border and refused to let anyone pass through its gates if they didn't by chance, have an "Eastern Border Pass" They were white pieces of parchment with text that read: "By the royalty invested in me by the First Ones themselves, and hereby grant the holder of this pass admission to the Eastern Islands of Mahree."  The only problem was that to get one of these passes, you were required to have an audience with the King of Mahree, but to even get into the kingdom, to get and audience, you needed a pass. Hard times these were, dark times

The First King of  Yore: Manis Furin, The King of  Madness. Joshua Wilmoth Chapter I: The First Age, An Era Of Darkness. T he watchers smiled upon Dome-Wyrd's flourishing existence, everything had gone according to plan. They created "The First Ones." Whom possessed immeasurable and untold power. The watchers themselves destined The First Ones to create a land of prosperity, ruling over its irrefutable, ever-expanding splendor. They were not only responsible for, but capable of shaping the landscape itself.  When the lands formed, bodies of water rose into place. Basins & waterways spawned where the landscape dipped, trees and forests flourished, mountains began to rumble on the plains green surface. Towering surfaces of rocks rose to shake the land, far above the pearly clouds, and shake they did. The rolling hills were graced by delicate white and red flowers, the then land began to shift and elevate.  To the east, the ground fissured, a crack ripped the

Prologue: Dome-Wyrd's Creation In the first moments of creation, the world was blank.  There is nothing but the darkness, in its somber and dismal gloaming, It churned and swirled the empty nothingness of the cold world- In its endlessness out of the bubbling tar. Rising to its surface, resting and bobbing in the tar was an egg.  This egg was was resonating all of the goods and evils that were to manifest in the world of Dome-Wyrd. All the essences and magics of the universe.  All of the turmoil and pain it will know. All of the darkness, and all of the light that will balance these unborn lands. The injustices and justices, the hate and all of the sorrow, the guilt and anguish, the selfishness  and the madness. The deceit and the betrayal. The war and the crime.  The murder and the all of the lies. This egg. it was the birth of an entire universe. Like all miracles, abruptly and capriciously it began. The microcosm of a doomed fate; the world of Dome-Wyrd wou