A Little History of Farway · 12:37am Mar 5th, 2015
So for anyone interested in a little more information on Farway and it's history here it is.
(As presented in the manner as if was part of a history class)
Before Farway was made, and yes, it was made, there existed two gods. The Artist, who with his amazing artistic skills and a little bit of magic, could bring any idea to life. Sadly he was forever plagued with an block on all originality, in other words, he wasn't able to draw anything he thought up, because he couldn't come up with idea's worth his art. The second god was The Author (sometimes referred to the Writer). He was bursting with an unending supply of ideas. But unlike the Artist, The Author could not bring his ideas to life. According to the Church of the Named, it was the Broker who had managed to bring together our creators.
It was during this time, after a brief introduction to each other, that a period of collaboration not seen before or since began. From the Author's unending ideas coupled with the Artist's uncanny ability to bring them to life with his works. Farway as a whole was made. First the seas and lands were made, followed by the flora and trees, lastly by the incredible species that they had managed to work up. Still, it was not enough for the two of them. The land was full of life, but it was still missing something, and that something was us. The Author had an idea of a new species that had, least to a limited fashion, the abilities of both our creators, the Artist didn't find any harm in the idea and so made us. At first both our creators looked at us with proud eyes, we who would be there greatest accomplishments, but sadly it was not to be.
The Artist viewed Farway as his masterpiece. So when he found that we could alter his work to any fashion we wanted, his was discontent, to say the least. At first the Artist tried to remove what had been given to use freely, and found he could not under his own power. So, he pleaded with the Author, who did not see fault in our ability to both imagine and create what we thought. He please fell on deaf ears. And so Frustration lead to hate. One of our creators saw fit to kill us, and sadly we were naive. lured by the chance to speak with the artist, he used our fears to make horrid abominations, like the darken, living shadows that kill with a touch. Or the sand shrews that plague the Kingdom of Terra, that swim through the sand like fish in the sea and attack unprovoked killing only us humans in vicious bloodied manners.
The Author was out raged by his partners actions and sought to stop him, using us...We were his weapons against his once friend. For countless millennia, they warred, The Author's once lackadaisical ways turned to harsh calculating experiments, using his honeyed words to convince us to do unspeakable things to one another to make weapons to be used against his now enemy. it seemed our world would come to an end, drowning in blood. Once again the Broker appeared and did his name sake issuing a rocky truce between the two warring gods. The solution was the tournements.
The tournaments were to be the proxy battles, in the reality that our creators would never end their war, to determine who would be the controlling god between the tournaments. Our creators chose their champions, pieces to be moved on a board, and pitted them against one another. Our own magics constantly changing, better suited to combat what ever else cast, until families fought outside of the tournaments, hoping to get an edge, to have one of their members gain the final prize. A wish granted to the tournament champion for his efforts to survive the bloodshed. Most of our history lies in the texts written in that horrible age.
It would have continued endlessly had it not been for The Champion. His true name lost to the passing of time, he won our creator's tournament, and had his wish granted. Peace from our creators and their constant war. With that we were free from the wars of their creation at least... Though unbeknownst to us, our planet is sentient, and in need of a guardian. With the Champion's wish, the named were born.
These semi-gods are named for their prowess and fame. Becoming avatars for the virtues they held. Functionally immortal and predetermined, again according to the church, to be the named. Those who's destiny, who Farway determines, to be a part of or work for the Name, bare the open or closed mark of the Named. And that is our brief cover of Farway's history.
Hopefully this gives some understanding to the Named and Creators and with some reasoning, the idioms stated.
