Ancient History

Our earliest records of this world come to us from the El-Dren.
They speak of three suns in the sky and three races dwelling together under that sky.
The first were the Dracon ancient travelers of the stars who had made their homes in vast cavern complexes that survive to this day.
Next were the El-Dren, great shapers of life and tied in their spirits to the forests that they called home.
Last were the Ya-Wen, crafters and scholars. They raised great cities on the plains and explored the vast reaches of Ar-Lon.
For countless years these three races dwelled in relative peace and prospered.
Very few records speak of this time and those that exist are half remembered legends changed by each storyteller til no one is sure what is history and what is fairytale. What we do know is that there came a time when the wisest of each race became aware of a great disaster aproaching them.
The triple suns who had warmed their fair lands had come to the end of their days and would soon end themselves in a blaze that would consume themselves and Ar-Lon along with them.
The greatest minds of the time struggled with the crisis each trying to find a way to save their world and themselves.
At long last a solution was reach, one that would require a supreme effort on the parts of all three race acting in unison. They would move Ar-Lon to another star and thereby preserve their cultures. Each race had a part to play.
The El-Dren were tasked with protecting the world and all it's life from the massive forces that would be brought to bear. They crafted a cocoon of light and life to enwrap Ar-Lon and hold it safe through the long voyage.
To the Dracon, with their experience in crossing the vast distances between the stars, fell the task of finding the new sun and guiding them through the void.
The Ya-Wen drew upon all their wisdom and knowledge to bring to bear the power needed for their great purpose.
Even as the three suns consumed themselves in their destructive fury the world of Ar-Lon began it's journey.
No one knows exactly what went wrong. Maybe they were attacked enroute. perhaps the forces were more than could be contained by even these great races. No record speaks of what occured. All they speak of is the aftermath.
When the cocoon of force dissipated and the new sun gazed on the world it was obvious that something indeed had gone wrong.
The world shuddered in its pain threatening to tear itself apart. Mountains fell and the sea was tossed skyward as new lands rose only to plunge once again into its depths. In a desperate effort the three races strove to calm the world and restore it to some degree of stability.
Each race fell back on the gifts and powers they knew best and no effort was made to coordinate their attempts.
After a long struggle the world finally was at peace, but at a great cost.
None of the world lay the same as it had of old, save one small tract where the sages of the three races had stood to accomplish the great movement in the first place. And even there a price was paid.
The land had buckled up on all sides of them as they had struggled with the world creating almost impassible mountains to all sides. The fabric of reality itself had become frayed and throughout this new valley great disturbances that became known as changestorms ravaged the land throwing up the flotsam and jetsam of countless worlds. In time it was found that the valley had itself been torn almost completely from Ar-Lon. The few passes leading to exits in the outside world impossible to reconcile with each other.
Drawing on the lifeforce of the world itself the races had brought her to rest, but the effort cost them dear.
The Dracon found the paths between the stars were now denied them and their seed was diminished. From the first clutch of eggs it was evident the Dracon's days were numbered as their offspring were stunted both in size and power. From the final clutches the Dracon gave birth to the races of dragons that now claim their ancient caverns.
The El-Dren who were gifted with the touch of agelessness it now came with a price. As each entered their Thousandth year as lassitude came upon them and they would go into a waking dream wandering the great forests that were their home. none were spared and so in a short time the wisest of the race passed into the dreaming leaving their children, the elves, to carry on.
Of the Ya-Wen their fate is a great mystery. When the world came to peace their cities lay broken and empty. No trace of them has ever been found to tell the tale of thir passing. All we know of them comes from the few El-Dren records the elves have allowed the other races to see and the occasional ruins found in the northern reaches.
The story of what came next ............ that is a tale for another night be well