LORE
"The Song of Elemoria"
As told by Archmage Veladrin, Keeper of the Last Flame,
- Year 9786 of the Twilight Reckoning
Ah… so you wish to know how it all began?
Then sit, child of the fading age. Let your mind drift far beyond these ash-covered skies. Beyond the fractured moons and quiet stars. To a time when the world was not broken, and the elements still sang.
This… is the Song of Elemoria.
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The Age of Creation
Long before mankind ever cast a shadow upon the soil of this world, before your ancestors even dreamed, there was Elemond—the Planet Shaper. God of the Elements. Wielder of the Primordial Flame. With hands wrought of light and thunder, Elemond sculpted the stars themselves. He was not born of creation—he was creation.
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And from the endless void, he carved his masterpiece: Elemoria. A living world of balance and beauty, where fire danced beneath the crust, air whispered through boundless skies, waters kissed vast lands, and stone bore the roots of eternity.
Yet even the divine must pay a price.
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Elemond's forging of Elemoria drained his essence, fragmenting his limitless power. Into that weakness crept the hunger—the Void, an ancient force of unbeing. And to seal it away, Elemond shaped the moon: Lunaris. Not merely a satellite, no… Lunaris was his child. A dual entity—light and dark, serenity and shadow, balance incarnate.
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Lunaris bound the Void within itself. But that binding came at great cost. The impact of that act sundered Elemond's divine hammer—Rok’nir—the celestial tool of creation, splitting it into six mighty Shards. The God of Elements fell into slumber, his essence scattered like sparks in the forge's wind.
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The world would never be the same.
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The Shards of Rok’nir and the Rise of the Titans
Each Shard of Rok’nir, imbued with the elemental power of creation, crashed into Elemoria’s body. The seas churned. Mountains rose where none stood before. The air howled. Fire bled from the planet’s veins.
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And from this convergence of divine spark and living world, the Primordial Titans were born—immortal avatars of the elements.
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But it was not the Shards alone that gave them life. No… she was there.
Elemoria, the soul of the planet itself—Mother of Nature, she who slumbers no longer. Driven by fury at the harm inflicted upon her by the Void, Elemoria poured her wrath, her grief, and her breath into the Shards. Her will awakened them. From her storms they rose.
Her first-born were mighty and many:
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From Fire’s Core came Ragnus, Cinder, Ignis, and Smolder—beings of pure flame. Rage, warmth, reverence, and control.
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From Water’s Heart surged Hydris, Tidalon, Neptu, and Aquarion—calm, tide, abyss, and the breath of all life.
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From the Earth's Root emerged Yggdra, Crag, Arboros, and Terra—the great oak, the mountain, the gardener, and the groundwalker.
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From Air’s Veil soared Cyclon, Gale, Stratus, and Zephys—storm, breeze, cloud, and whisper.
These were not gods, but they were nearly as powerful.
They did not speak as mortals do. Their language was storm and quake, ember and tide. Yet they moved with purpose—to preserve balance. To guard their mother. To ensure the elements remained in harmony.
The Dual Moon: Lunaris, Warden of Balance
But not all Titans walked the land.
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Lunaris—the celestial sentinel—orbited above, watching. A Titan in her own right, born of divine will and Void’s prison. She bore two faces: Lunara, bathed in soft silver light, a beacon of calm. And Nocteris, her dark twin, cloaked in shadow and cold judgment.
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In her fractured heart lay the sealed shard—the one that pierced her in her moment of sacrifice. It split her soul, created the duality that haunts her still. She became both guardian and curse. Light to hold the balance. Dark to watch the gate.
Malefis, the Shrouded One
Ah, but you ask of the end, not just the beginning.
You wish to know of Malefis—yes. The Shrouded One. The Betrayer. Or perhaps… the misunderstood?
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He too was born of the Void—birthed from the same shard that wounded Lunaris. His flesh was shadow, his heart forged from balance turned to ambition. Elemond’s final whisper echoes still: “Above all things, balance.”
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Did Malefis hear a command… or a challenge?
Some say he sought to unite the Titans, to preserve the world through dominion. Others say he wanted power, hungered to awaken Elemond, and usurp creation itself. Still others—myself among them—suspect he saw a coming threat. A deeper abyss. One that threatened not only the world of Elemoria, but all of creation.
And so he sowed war.
The Titans—once brothers and sisters—turned on each other. Fire scorched forest. Air tore sea. The Affinity War, we now call it. A war that raged not for decades, but for millennia.
Elemoria was forever changed, her scars run deep, her wounds still bleed from ages past.
The Dimming Light
​Ah yes… the Shards.
You see, after the great Sundering of Rok’nir, when Elemond's hammer was shattered and scattered across the realms, the Shards became more than relics—they became the heartbeat of magic itself.
Each Shard, still humming with the primal force of creation, infused the land with energy. Elemental Power flowed like rivers unseen, twisting through mountains, dancing with storms, rising in the breath of the oceans and falling with the leaves. Mages, beasts, and even the world’s very soil drew power from them.
These Shards were not merely fragments of a weapon—they were veins of raw elemental essence, sustaining the world like blood in the body of a god.
But now… that blood runs thin.
The Shards have dimmed. The Titans have vanished into legend. The great leylines fracture, and the currents of elemental energy that once shaped continents now sputter and die. Magic fades, like embers in a forgotten hearth.
Elemoria is dying.
Without the Titans, without the balance, the Shards falter. And if they fall silent entirely, the last light of creation will go out.
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The Silence Before the Storm
Now, ten thousand years hence, the world sleeps uneasily. The Titans are scattered. Some slumber in forgotten hollows. Some rule over broken lands. Some are dust and memory. Malefis is gone—or merely hiding. Lunaris still watches… her twin faces forever shifting.
But I feel it.
In the deep places of the world. In the dying stars. In the bones of the land.
Something stirs.
The Void is not finished, and the Titans… they will rise again.
So remember this tale, child. Carve it into stone. Whisper it to the winds.
For the Fury of the Elements was not just an age. It was the birth cry of a world that still echoes through time and shook the very foundations of the cosmos.
THE TITANS
Their names and forms shift throughout time, but their power is absolute.
Titans of Air
Cyclon – The Tempest Incarnate
Wild and ever-shifting, Cyclon is unpredictability given form. Born from the sky’s scream, they are fury. Cyclon laughs in thunder and weeps in lightning, never pausing long enough to understand the damage they leave behind.
Gale – The Guiding Wind
A wanderer who whispers through trees and lifts the wings of fledglings. Gale is the wind of freedom and choice, pushing others toward destiny. She’s often invisible, but her presence changes every leaf she touches.
Stratus – The Silent Veil
Cloaked in drifting fog and clouds, Stratus is the veil between worlds. His domain is mystery and transition—between light and dark, storm and still. He is the Titan most aligned with Lunaris, often shifting as she does.
Zephys – The Echo Whisperer
The lightest touch, the softest word, the ancient song. Zephys remembers what the world forgets. He carries the voices of the Titans across the winds and was the first of what you now call, dragons.
Titans of Fire
Ragnus – The Flame Unbound
The first to awaken from the Fire Shard, Ragnus is fury incarnate. His arrival split a volcano in two and ignited a thousand wildfires. Born of Elemoria’s rage, he represents destruction without hesitation. Once revered as the great purifier, he now walks the line between savior and scourge.
Cinder – The Ember Warden
The heart of the hearth and warmth of survival. Cinder glows softly but burns with unyielding will. She was once Elemoria’s comforter, bringing fire to the early beasts and plants of the world. When balance fractured, she wept molten tears that birthed rivers of lava.
Ignis – The Sacred Spark
The keeper of the Eternal Flame. Ignis forged the first rituals of fire magic into the ley-lines of Elemoria. His flames are not for war, but for knowledge, inspiration, and guiding the lost. Even the Void fears the flame he carries.
Smolder – The Ash Architect
From destruction, Smolder crafts renewal. He controls fire's final breath—the ash that feeds rebirth. His silence is as heavy as cooled stone, and where he walks, all are reborn.
Titans of Water
Hydris – The Still Deep
Calm as a mirror-lake and just as deceptive. Hydris is balance, serenity, and patience. In the War of Affinities, he was the voice of reason—until silence drowned his words. Now, he listens, waiting beneath the tide.
Tidalon – The World Breaker
The tidal force that splits continents. Tidalon is motion unchained. Her wrath once shattered entire coastlines to punish imbalance. She reveres the moon and dances with Lunaris' pull—sometimes as friend, sometimes as rival.
Neptu – The Abyssal Watcher
Guardian of the ocean’s darkest trenches. Neptu is rarely seen but always felt. He harbors ancient knowledge and harrowing secrets of what slumbers beneath. It is whispered he speaks to things even Malefis fears.
Aquarion – The Unity of Waters
Rain, stream, wave—Aquarion is all water’s forms in one. They flow between genders, shapes, and voices, reminding all that water takes the form it needs. When Aquarion speaks, all listen.
Titans of Earth
Yggdra – The Root Eternal
The eldest of the Earthborn. Yggdra is a towering living tree whose branches stretch to the clouds and roots reach the planet's core. She speaks slowly, but her memory spans eons. She is the mother of forests, the elder of patience.
Crag – The Stone Sentinel
A living mountain, Crag is unmovable. He stood unmoved as fire raged and waves crashed—until Malefis whispered to him. Once immobile, now awakened, he walks with terrifying certainty, seeking to restore a balance only he understands.
Arboros – The Blooming Wrath
Flora and fury combined. Arboros is the wild edge of nature—the thorn and the bloom, the vine and the venom. He thrives on rapid change and growth, sometimes overwhelming what he tries to protect.
Terra – The Soilmother
Soft but unbreakable. Terra is the nurturing force of earth. She raises valleys, grows crops, and heals the wounds left by others. But when betrayed, her lands open wide and swallow armies whole.