In the beginning, in another place, 3 great dragons came together each had their followers and minions, they wanted a place of their own even though each wanted it in their own way
their names?
Siberys, gold dragon of air and sky
Eberron, fang dragon of land and water
Khyber, dragon of the deep shadows and magic
each had followers bound to them, by blood, oaths and magic minions serving out of fear, greed, lust, trust, and loyalty
first they sought to begin to create the shell of their new home, but soon realized they needed to have it grow with speed exceeding their aging rate otherwise even their spans would not accomplish their needs
they began looking to method to extend their spans they also sought to speed the crafting of the bubbles forming the shells, they laced and linked them together the earliest growing still at the slow paces they 'gifted' their followers and minions links each linked to one or more of the planar pockets gifting them with extended spans, keeping them loyal
the three founders argued, dicussed, crafted and cast great spells were woven and set in motion the seas were filled, plants, trees and animals summoned, crafted or brought in, by the hundreds
gates were often closed but some were reopened by accident, by intent, left behind, tossed away the random elements entered what was to be a 'perfect' world marring the perfection sought by the founders
not knowing of the flaws in their 'gem'
the arguments moved to fighting and fighting to all out war the alliance of Siberys and Khyber broke and spells clashed
madness and insanity, or perhaps just fanaticism and obsession was time just catching up? great spells cast killing and shattering the form of one, allowing the second to be bound by the third in the weakness brought on by the casting though the binding sealed the third also, leaving the followers and minions unguided
each had orders and projects to complete, but once completed and the waiting for the next orders ended, loopholes were found allowing them to think and dream inspired they moved on, creating their own 'projects'
for any that broke the loyalty, ended their 'time'
some, followers slowly gathered their own power following the paths created in the first crafting and became more and eternal, others just became eternal slowly losing themselves, becoming other
hundreds of 'gardens', thousands of dreams became millions of results. good, bad, some just odd old spells interacted, widening the potentials people were formed, in all shapes and sizes perhaps it can be called growth, or expansion nature vs nurture, it happened
years passed, turning to centuries, then millenia to the outside eye, a realm formed, planes growing linking to all the preceeding forebears in its growth the snarl of times threads, unrolling and reweaving slowly pulling loose from the spindle it was spun to weaving back to a flowing loose smooth fabric bringing it to be noticed by others outside it
one empire saw a threat and using subtle methods brought down a budding potential rival working from the shadows it crafted a hundred year war civil war, sibling vs sibling, cousins clashing ideals, greed, law. all brought forth in the extreme perhaps it was all local, perhaps not
the end came when the old empire fell and the dark emperor died at the hands of some few 'light', releasing old spells on khorvare a nation died in the ending of the linked spells other 'accidents' at the time may have 'helped' but..
it truely does not matter what pebble started an avalanche,
the avalanche is its own result, the web of magic shifted and the looms of the differing fates all skewed to new paths
