This idea has been in my head for a while, and originally I was going to write a story detailing the first vore for this world, but then gave up. Still The world of Aryos has been thrice blessed by its patron god, the Angel of Nine Wings, making it so that no weapon of mortal make, be it a blade, fist, or even fire, might take the life of any sentient being. This has meant, that since it was forged from the very fire that makes the stars, that war has never touched the verdant hills, or soiled the clean, pure rivers with the blood of innocents.<br/><br/>The soil was very good too, because it had never been touched by the fires of war, and so it gave much to the people, crops growing almost as they watched, and always having more than enough for everyone. None wanted more than what they could get from the ground, and even if they did, it rarely mattered.<br/><br/>After all, on a world where no one could slay anyone else thieving and battle were not simple tricks to do, though some would wrestle for fun, and there were pickpockets and such, who would take from behind the back, but these were rare people, and were often caught, and punished by being locked away from the light for a time, to rejoin the world later, cleansed of their transgressions.<br/><br/>Thus it was, and always should have been, with few if any disagreements between the people of Aryos, and those that were settled with talk rather than fist. Still, nothing is forever, as even the mountains will eventually crack and crumble, and the stars themselves will wink out forever, lost to the darkness that inhabits the night sky, always waiting to devour them.<br/><br/>And that was how it began too, with a devouring. One of the Weavers, a person who could alter the fabric of existence as easily as a seamstress does a dress, used his power to shrink one of his neighbors, for being a bit insensitive to his wife over a game of cards. Unfortunately for the poor woman, the man lost track of her, and she ended up as part of his evening repast, to be found the next day, merely a skeleton.<br/><br/>Thus was it learned, that while humans could not kill with either fist or nail, for these are things that humans can shape, what was inside their bodies, which had been made by immortal forces, was no so bound by the law of Aryos. The Weaver at first tried to hide his discovery, but as with secrets like this, it eventually slew him, and he ended up in the cook pot of a female Weaver.<br/><br/>Now the world of Aryos is aflame with war for the first time. While some would shrink their fellows to make them easier to swallow, others have learned how to stretch themselves out, so as to devour the ones they seek to destroy. The only question as people wander the world now is, will the next person I meet make a meal of me?<br/><br/>((BTW, for those wondering, this will be a mediaeval setting, with your basic feudal times set up. No weapons have ever been developed, obviously, so no swords or anything, but most other things, including houses, horse and carts, and such, will be about the level of... well I'd say 10th century England, meaning thatched roofs, horse drawn plows, and such as that.))