In the beginning all was at peace, all was in harmony.   The three within the three, three worlds circling the sun called Rau, the all father, creator of light and beginnings.    The three planets were known as the siblings, Adon, Adlana, and Cryus.   Upon each world was known as the three, the over world, the word that is, and the underworld, all living in harmony with one another, all following the same path from time immortal.    They had all forgotten about Rau's brother however, and where Rau is the creator of all, Tyrus was destroyer of all,<br/><br/>Tyrus, he of the black void, the eternal hunger, the consumer.   It was he that caused the Cataclysm, the near destruction of all.    He conspired to his offspring, begotten with him and the Goddess, Gaelia, the one that breathed life into Rau and Tyrus' creations, the one that ruled over the world that was now.   Where Rau's children inherited the over world, it was Tyrus's children that were given (sentenced and locked away he had whispered into their ears) the underworld.   Rau and Gaelia ignored Tyrus, not seeing him as a threat till it was much too late.<br/><br/>The underworld rose, and Tyrus children broke free of their prisons, and in doing to murdered and killed Gaelia's children, Adon, Adlana, and Cryus.   All three worlds were torn asunder, cast to the dark void, no longer following their perfect orbits and patterns about Rau.    The know skay and space as everyone knew it was cracked and tossed aside to become a seething chaos of rock and lands dangling in Tyrus' void, ripe for his plundering.<br/><br/>War was fought, and it was only with the sacrifice of the old gods that life was still even possible.   The children of the three gone, just as the three that were three were gone of this age, never to be seen again.   The time of the old gods passed, and in its place new gods rose and were born, each to tender to their piece of land, blessed (or cursed) with the energies of all three to continue to support life.<br/><br/>The largest of the landmasses remaining was called Azureth.   The Sundering paid no mind to empires or people.  Entire kingdom and nations torn to hundreds of pieces, no longer in touch with one another, no longer to support one another.  Such was the way of things,and as a result the lands of many cultures and people were thrust upon one another where before they have lived separately.    Azureth survived better than many cultures, their lands nearly intact.   So the Empire of the Bight Light was founded, and soon all people and cultures were one with the Empire.    The Empire of the Bright Light has stood for well over a thousand years since the Sundering.   Life went on, but once more the same mistakes were being made, as out in the dark void, Tyrus still lived, Tyrus still hungered, and was not done with his plot ans schemes, not by half.