A Story of Creation

[TakeMeT0TheFae 970]

~* A Story of Creation *~

 

The First Age

 

Golden wheat fields, growing as far as the eye could see were all that made up the world in the beginning.  Billy Bob, the first man, tended to these fields and as time went on he was able to use his knowledge to start growing more and more.  It was not long before cabbage, carrots, potatoes, beetroot, and every other vegetable one can imagine could be found in tidy little rows stretching into the horizon.  Each one given so much attention and love that having one perish before it’s time was unheard of.  Days stretched into weeks, and weeks into years as he worked, back-breaking labor giving rise to more and more flora and soon the earth was covered in the diverse landscape we know today.  Trees of all sorts thrived, flowers turned the land into a majestic painting, and herbs grew all over that Billy Bob used to create wonderful dishes for himself. 

 

The Second Age

 

These centuries were peaceful, with the deity travelling around and admiring his creations, but never wavering in his dedication to caring for them.  It was not long after that he grew content with his work with the plants of the world and he decided to turn his attention elsewhere.  The world, while beautiful, was quiet.  This is when he tried his hand at growing more sentient life, in his gardens he started to grow the fauna of the world.  Billy Bob filled the waterways with marine life, planting them on lily pads to float away into the oceans and rivers until old enough to break free on their own.  For the air he grew birds from dandelion seeds to fill the earth with song, blowing them into the air and giving them life with his own breath.  And for the land, emerging from flowers in every corner of the earth came creatures that would roam it’s forests, deserts, tundras, and everything in between.  This too went on for years, as the farmer travelled to and fro creating the creatures that still inhabit the lands, seas, and skys to this day.

 

The Third Age

 

In creating the animals Billy Bob thus created a self-sustaining cycle, creatures feasting upon the plants and going on to seed other areas, animals dying which would then go on to fertilize the plants that would feed the other animals.  For the first time since his creation the creator was able to take some time off, thus came the first true age of relaxation.  He used this time to work on more personal pursuits: learning to create furniture, to smith tools and weapons, how to use the herbs he had grown to create magical alchemical potions, how to use the animals he created to help him with his chores, and lastly how to use both of his creations to cook up the best dishes that the world had ever, and will ever see.  It was not long before he was creating grand feasts for himself which he would eat on a long dining table he had built himself.  Yet, there was still one thing missing.

 

The Fourth Age

 

While the earth was now teeming with life and full of sound, Billy Bob found himself wishing to share his creations with someone who could appreciate them the same way he could and so he turned his attention to the last of his great tasks.  The creation of intelligent life.  Strolling out into his personal gardens he began his work.

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“From sage oi crea’e yeh ‘umans, wise an’ s’rong yeh s’all covah teh eart’ in yer multitudes.  Howeveh, yer conques’ shall cause yeh ter ‘ave shor’ lives as yeh perish in yeh ques’ fer expansion.

From Orchids oi crea’e yeh elves, long lastin’ an’ forevah beautiful.  Yeh s’all live fer years an’ covah teh world in ar’, bu’ yeh children will beh few an’ far between.

 

From vines oi crea’e yeh dwarves, hardeh an’ clevah yeh s’all t’rive w’erevah yeh are plan’ed.  ‘owevah, yer greed s’all cause yeh ter s’rangle yerselves as yeh move abou’ searchin’ fer teh worlds treasures.

 

From teh cac’us oi crea’e yeh orcs, may yeh grow in teh toughes’ condi’ions an’ spi’ in teh face of deat’.  ‘owevah, because of teh pain yeh s’all cause othahs yeh will always beh fightin’ t’em off. 

 

An’ las’leh, from teh whea’ i’self oi grow yeh Halflin’s.  Small bu’ pure of hear’ yeh s’all tend ter teh land an’ i’ s’all love yeh, bu’ yeh will always beh used by t’ose more powahful fer t’eir own pursui’s.”
 

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From these plants sprouted the descendants, who then spread themselves to all four corners of the land.  No longer lonely, Billy Bob now had friends to share his majestic feasts with and he was happy.  Each race going on to create homes, nations, and societies for themselves and each falling into the curses he had bestowed upon them.  Billy Bob continued to watch over his garden, the world thriving with the life he had created. 

 

The Creation of a Savior

 

However, it was not long before he noticed a problem amongst the smallest of them.  While he had known the Halflings would be used by others, keeping towns and cities well fed with the produce of their fields, he did not expect the violence that they would experience as well.  While on one of his travels he passed through a small Halfling shire he found the residents there being picked on by a group composed of elves, humans, dwarves, and orcs.  Angered that they would take advantage of the wee-folk in such a manner, Billy Bob gave life to one of the scarecrows in the Halfling’s fields.  In doing so he created Knox himself, a deity unto itself who would serve as the Halfling’s protector and guide from now into the future. 

 

Thus is the creation of the world, Billy Bob to this day nourishing it’s residents with regular gifts of taters to keep us going in times of duress.  Each race filling the niche they had been created for and all the while Knox watches over the smallest among them.

 

((This is simply to serve as expanded Halfling religious lore for the community to interact and play with))

[HobbitForHire 215]

"Every time I 'ear this story, ah can' 'elp but think tha' he shoulda created a legal system first" she mutters to no one in particular as she heard it being told. "Coulda taken t' troublemakers t' cour' and 'ad it out there" she continues, sitting at her forge while she waited for her ferrum to heat. "Ah well, keeps me in trade and t' bigguns seem 'appy"