The First Age

It is the nature of true chaos that patterns should emerge. In the infinite chaos of the Wyld, before there was a concept of time to give meaning to beginnings, the Primordials emerged. Vast mandalas of thought who’s very scope defied definition. Patterns around which the chaos crystallized and solidified, taking on stability and meaning.

From these titans of pattern emerged entire concepts – space and time, matter and energy, thought and language and an infinite array of others – and from those concepts was born Zen Mu, the world that was. The first Creation, governed by the will and intellect of those creator beings around whom it had formed.

In time however, the Primordials grew weary of the world they had wrought. It’s infinitely repetitive cycles and predictable mechanics were no challenge to the minds that engineered them. So, they created the gods – a slave race, little more than automatons compared to the Primordials’ own creative brilliance – and set them to task of maintaining their Creation.

But the gods were not automatons. The intelligence and generative power they had been granted, in order that they might do the work of the Titans, made them sentient. Sapient. And in their thinking the gods, like their creators, also grew bored with the task before them, and wroth with their makers for having enslaved them to it.

The gods could not rise up. This was a fact of their nature, engineered, for the Primordials were no strangers to betrayal. But they found amongst their creators’ kin a few dissenters who stood apart from their brothers and sisters, and one among them, twisted Autochthon, the king of craftsmen, presented the divinities with the means to achieve their end.

Thus, the Celestial Incarnae and their few Primordial co-conspirators created their Exalted – mortals, unbound by the governance of the Makers, imbued with a share of mighty divine essence, and elevated to power like that of the greatest gods – and set them to the task of overthrowing the entities who had created the very concept of reality.

Their war was successful, but ultimately devastating. Billions perished. Entire concepts were erased from existence as if they had never been, impossible to reconceive. Other, subtler concepts were introduced, dark, terrible things, scratched out on the fabric of creation in the heart’s blood of those Titans who fell.

It was these new concepts which would ruin all. Before the fall of the Creators, there was no concept of hubris, so it did not exist. Power did not corrupt, for there was no such thing as corruption. The nature of things was fixed, well defined by gods of object who’s functions could not be subverted. In their overthrow of the Primordials, the Exalted had unwittingly shattered the perfect order of Creation itself.

And so, lacking the perspective to appreciate the appearance of these new evils, the Exalted ushered in the First Age – at first, a time of great wonders, where divine power shored up the borders of creation where the War had destroyed so much, and mortal kind lived well. Then, a time of horrors, as the Exalted went mad with their own greatness, and brought it all to ruin.

Before the end, the least of the exalted in power – the chosen of Gaea – and number – the chosen of the the Maidens – acted in desperation to end the madness. They slew their Solar god kings, and bound their divine essences away in a a prison of jade. But the damage had been done. The sins of the the First Age would be remembered for millenia to come.

More than a thousand years later, the Jade Prison has been breached. Without the power of its Exalted protectors, Creation lies in ruins, beset on all sides by enemies beyond comprehension. But these once bright, once twisted beings have emerged again into a world girded against their previous trespasses, and it is to be hoped that they might avoid the fates of their forebears.

The First Age

Sins of the First Age ChainsawXIV