LORE BIBLE — 1
THE PRIMORDIAL AGE OF NOVA PRIME
(When the World Was Whole)**
Before kingdoms, before saints, before magic had names, @Nova Prime was a single unbroken supercontinent beneath one uninterrupted sky. No oceans divided lands. No borders fenced people. The world was vast, open, and young—raw creation shaped by forces mortals could not comprehend.
It was an age ruled by beings older than history, older than language—
@The Proven , living embodiments of concepts so fundamental they defied mortality itself.
They were not gods.
They were inevitabilities given form.
Death. Hunger. Silence. Fire.
Endlessness. Rage. Ruin.
They walked the land openly, and where they walked, reality bent.
The First Calamity — @The Limitless Virus
From the endless clashes of the Proven came the first great disaster.
When they struck one another, their blood spilled into the world.
That divine blood did not fade—it infected.
This was the birth of the Limitless Virus, a living mutation born from divinity itself.
It did not kill.
It distorted.
Beasts changed into nightmares.
Plants warped into predatory growths.
Mortals mutated into something half-man, half-terror.
The land itself buckled under its touch.
The Proven realized too late what they had released. In a last attempt to purge the infection, they waged the largest war the world would ever know—one that tore the supercontinent apart. Later generations would blame the heavens, believing an asteroid had struck. They were wrong.
Nova Prime broke because the Proven broke it.
End, the Serpent of Silence
Of all the early Proven, one name haunts the scraps of history:
End — a colossal serpent embodying death itself.
End did not wage war out of rivalry or pride.
End simply devoured.
Tribes vanished without a scream. Entire valleys went silent in End’s passing. The serpent had no worshipers, no students, no philosophy. Only hunger.
During one of the grand clashes, a scale of End was sheared off.
Steeped in the essence of death, it hardened into what mortals would later call:
@Ring of The End — the first Devil’s Crown.
It was not forged.
It was not created.
It simply existed—fear made manifest.
The ring fed on mortal terror, growing darker with each nightmare whispered into existence. Seven trials emerged within it—Wrath, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, Pride—each tightening the wearer’s bond to the serpent’s essence.
To wear it was to become the vessel of humanity’s nightmares.
The Dragon & the Great Beasts War
Before men mattered, before magic had form, the world belonged to monsters.
@Dragons ruled the skies— titanic, radiant creatures of fire and storm.
The ground belonged to the Great Beasts—goblins, in numbers that defied reason.
Trillions of them. Not the mischievous creatures of later stories, but:
small
vicious
unnervingly intelligent
and naturally magical
The goblins should have been prey.
Instead, they became the scourge of the world.
In the first true war of Nova Prime, dragons and goblins clashed:
Dragons burned entire continents.
Goblins crawled in endless swarms, overwhelming even skyborn titans.
The dragons withdrew.
The goblins hid.
Neither won.
Neither forgot.
That rivalry still echoes beneath the continents, where goblin hives lie dormant in deserts and glaciers, waiting for something—some signal—to rise again.
The @Solari — Pilgrims of the Ninth Sun
As Nova Prime reeled from divine fallout, the first off-world beings arrived.
The Solari were not conquerors. They were wanderers—travelers carved from starlight whose home, @Zaurion , orbited a sun said to be alive.
Each Solari carried a fragment of stellar fire in their bodies.
To Proven, they were anomalies.
To mortals, they were miracles.
They wandered the wounded world, mapping its scars, documenting its horrors, and leaving behind star-charts so perfect that modern astronomers still cannot decode half of their celestial references.
To them, Nova Prime was a wound in the universe.
Their mission: learn from it.
The First Stories Ever Told
From this age come the oldest fragments of myth:
That death wears a serpent’s crown, for End was never slain.
That fear takes the shape of a ring, whispering promises of power.
That dragons do not die—they sleep and wait.
That goblins never went extinct—only silent.
That the stars themselves once walked the earth, leaving maps to forgotten realms.
The world entered its first silence here.
The Proven disappeared.
Their artifacts buried themselves.
The Limitless Virus went dormant.
Dragons retreated.
Goblins vanished underground.
Mortals inherited a battlefield, not a paradise.
And the world forgot that it had ever been whole.