Planet of the Rolls
“The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.” -H.P. Lovecraft
In the beginning, the world was made by the Great Architect. This being created the sky, earth, magic, and sea. The first of its children were the gods, beings which were great and powerful. For a time, all was well and the gods lived in simple joy and peace. But after a time, the Great Architect chose to leave the gods behind and traveled away from this plane.
To fill the sadness in the gods' heart, they formed the first mortals: animals and their lot. Some found peace with their new creations, others continued to build and create. Soon the world was filled with magical beasts, dragons, and even the dead rose up.
Then one day, a strangers came to the gods. They were called the Old Ones, a great old race that looked upon the gods not as equals but as lessers. They gave the gods a gift: the first of the followers. Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, and Kithkin. These children were loved by the gods, not only for their uniqueness but also for their ability to empower the gods.
Once again, the gods were happy. They watched their gift rise up and build culture, magic, and even saw them harness the world around them. Entire empires were created, faith was a central focus of the races. But this time of ease and happiness was soon shattered.
During the height of this time, the greatest heroes of the age banded together. Called the League of Legends, they were the best of their people. United against world shattering foes and events, the lands and peoples continued to live. Then came the war of the gods.
Entire races destroyed. Kingdoms shattered. Nothing more of peace touched the world. What remained of the world was a dark and twisted nightmare. But there was some hope for the mortals. The new gods.