Let us tell you a tale.
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i. Beardsgaard Origins
Long, long ago, a breath in the time of the cosmos, Êl sparked into being, a tiny flash of green light at the center of a great sphere of silver and gold licks made of starfire, set like a jewel in the endless void.
From Êl’s home at the heart of a star, it heard whispers from worlds out of sight, reaching out across the nothingness. Tales of Arda and Amber and Essos, and everlasting, now forgotten realms filled its consciousness, and its imagination also felt a spark.
Êl heard tales of the mountains and rivers, trees and birds, elves and men, fantastic creatures large and small. It listened to the screams and cries of battles what cleaved their lands asunder, the lamentations of the creatures caught in the wheel of time’s passing. And it felt sorrow. And ages more passed.