There is an old dwarven myth about how the world of Aelos came to be…
In the beginning, only the Three Wise Women: The Maiden, The Mother and The Crone existed.
(These are the names of Three-Faced Gozreh, the Goddess of Nature. Human scholars claim that these are dwarven names for the Seer Queens, but what do they know...)
The Three Wise Women were dancing among the ethereal clouds and admiring the freshly created universe, gazing at all the glittering ideal spheres floating below them. All that glittering is still up there, we see it as stars in the night sky. This is the proof that the Three Wise Women watch over us and care for us even in the darkness.
In the beginning of time, our world was not yet there, but the Wise Women knew that something was missing.
“What is the universe without life?”, asked the Maiden.
“It is but an idea without substance.”, answered the Crone.
“Let us create a material world.”, said the Mother.
And they all blinked. And their power of blinking was so great, that the new world came to be at once.
“Let us call it Aelos”, said the Maiden, “A world of purity.”
“Let us call it Aelos”, said the Mother, “A world of abundance.”
“Let us call it Aelos”, said the Crone, “A world of wisdom.”
And that is how Aelos was created. A cerulean sphere, as blue as the ancient mountain pearls of Eyrie.
They created an ocean world; elegant in its simplicity; but it was not enough for the Three Wise Women.
So the Maiden tore of a small piece of the cloud they were sitting on and threw it down upon the oceans of Aelos. And that is how the first ancient piece of land was created.
The Mother nodded in approval, removed three hairs from her head and blew them down with her warm breath upon the surface of the new land. Her breath was a creative force, strongest than the harshest storms. It shaped the surface of this flat land, made the valleys and sculpted the mountains of Aelos. And where her first hair fell, the forests and grasslands were created, marshes and dry lands, as well as mountain vegetation full of plant life in its amazing abundance as we can see it even today. Her second piece of hair transformed into many living creatures – big and small; hunters and game; the ones that fly, walk and swim.
The last piece of her hair fell on the new land and remained dormant, waiting for its time.
Then the Crone nodded in approval, took out her cane and smashed its pointy end into the new land’s surface with all her might. The earth shuddered and the land divided into several pieces that started drifting apart from each other. No one knows for sure how many pieces there were, but we are sure that two continents exist for sure: the exotic Crescentia and our homeland, Therrenea.
But what happened to the third hair of the Mother, you ask? Well, it crumbled into a number of smaller bits as the land divided and in their due time those hair pieces took form of several races that shape the surface of our world today. Their physical appearances, traits and abilities depend on where they came to life. The first Dwarves were created from the piece of Mother’s hair that fell deep in the hearts of ageless, harshest mountains and that is why we are such a strong and wise race.
This is the dwarven symbol of our Goddess Gozreh. It is also a symbol of our world, as a tree with its branches intertwined, always living, always in motion:
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