The Age of Monuments

[Modd]

A bards tale passed down from Itunz to Modd to You!

In a world where life and love thrive,
A realm beyond the skies,
The gods seeded planets far and wide,
Nurturing life with loving cries.

But it was inevitable you see,
That such powers would attract the rest;
Amongst them was Innoruuk, he who ruled hate,
A force that never took a rest.

Dark and decrepit stood his tower tall,
Overlooking the Plane where Hate reigned free,
There in a fire of anger, it consumed him all,
As he plotted against his fellow gods to be.

Elves were the ones who drew his eyes,
Their fair city named Takish-Hiz;
He snatched away their King and Queen,
To torment them for the gods' disgusting whims.

For three hundred years, he tore them apart,
Physically, mentally, and filled with dread,
Taking the remnants of these beings of light,
He fashioned his own twisted creations bred.

The Teir'Dal, Innoruuk's Dark Elves, were born -
A mockery of Tunare's noble children;
Deposited back into Norrath's Underfoot,
The seeds for his final revenge had been sown.

Fizzlethorpe Bristlebane and Cazic-Thule came then,
To join Brell in creating even more,
But Rallos Zek watched from afar once again -
Determined to fulfill his desires too, for sure!

Brell convinced the Warlord it was now time,
As another pact with the latter gods was signed;
Deep in the earth did Brell return once more,
To create Gnomes, consumed by tinkering and yet not bored.

On the surface, away from Elves and Giants galore,
Bristlebane fashioned the Halflings with ease -
Short and stubby folk they were, agile and sly,
With a knack for meddling and the occasional thievery.

Cazic-Thule was drawn to jungles and swamps,
And there he made his own creations to live;
Green skinned Trolls, reptilian Lizardmen -
Fearful beings that now roam amongst the trees in a jive.

Rallos Zek returned with sanction from above,
And he too created more for his army's love -
Ogres massive and unmovable of mind,
And Orcs bred for battle, their conquest undivined.

The Rallosian Empire grew, vast and wide;
Warfare became part of their developing cultures.
They conquered lands as knowledge grew too,
The Ogres - driven by magic, plunder, and greed anew.

Invading the Plane of Earth with no hesitation,
Rallos Zek watched with pride in his creations;
But when they knew defeat at the gods' hands,
He himself led a second charge on other planes and lands.

A war ensued that shook the heavens above,
Angering the greater gods, their wrath to prove -
Rallos Zek was thwarted and forced back home;
A great barrier to Planes of Power arose from this unknown foe.

In what some saw as spite or justice indeed,
The gods cursed Rallos Zek's creations with ease.
Thousands of Ogres were slain, their empire in ruins,
As giants and goblins too faced the gods' vengeance so true.

The Age of Monuments would never be the same again;
A time where life was both loved and cursed by the gods above.
And now we remember these tales of old,
Stories that remind us of the ever-changing folds of love.