Races of Vaelora

"In the beginning, there was only Aelorin—the One True God, the Voice That Sang Alone."

"He did not craft with hammer or fire. He sang, and through that sacred resonance, Vaelora was born."

From five divine songs came sky and stone, flame and root, spirit and silence. To tend each harmony, Aelorin breathed seven reflections of His essence into being—the Ashen Saints, and from their work arose the Elder Races: beings of memory, dream, and celestial fire.

But the Abyss came. Saints fell. The world shattered.

In the last moment of harmony, Aelorin shaped humanity—not of root, flame, or sky, but of hope. Then His voice fell silent forever.

Yet creation did not end.

In the age that followed, from ruin and remnant, new peoples arose. Each carries echoes of the Saints, but none are divine.

They are survivors. Builders. Warriors. Dreamers.

This is their world. These are their voices.