And so the dark mists known as time parted and there stepped forth The Great Lord of Chaos, "I was first" his deep voice resounded in the nothingness that was to become Erdjeya. His great claim on the cosmos firmly in place he stood aside and let the forces of law build a world for him, without their knowing of course.
They started flat, because in an ordered universe you follow procedure, Chaos did not like this so he started a war on the great flat and bought about its destruction. He returned to his rest and the procedure moved on.
The next attempt being round seemed better, a great utopia, peace rained supreme. Chaos got bored, the rest of this paragraph has been edited for only true denizens of chaos can appreciated the lengths chaos went to stop that happening again.
Three is the number, the third force of power decided to keep chaos guessing and formed thousands of worlds, placing races of every denomination on most. What law did not know was, as he left the world he had just created, Chaos came to that world and planted a seed of chaos, when law was finished he sat back finally pleased with the multi-verse he had created. Then the wars started.
Law tried to act quickly but to no avail War was born and poked him in the eye. Law reeled in pain clutching his eye, chaos laughed.
The wars continued for millennia new forces joined the battle until a stalemate was reached. Law reached his breaking point and forced down great power on his followers, law swept the lands and great empires of civilisation rose. Chaos was beaten back but not defeated, the lord slept for a time.
By accident a thousand years on, an outcast of civilisation stumbled on the chaos lord and woke him from his slumber. The outcast was startled but after a long conversation agreed to serve him, as the years past the forces of chaos grew in silence, law had no idea, like an infection it spread throughout the multi-verse until two words rang fear in the hearts of the loyal kings and queens of law "Chaos Guild". Their camps secret, their size unknown, the mere mention of the name began to bring down ordered society. The armies marched on law.
On the eve of defeat, the final demise of law, Chaos stood faced to face with law and laughed "I was the first whelp and I will be the last" with this his forces turned and faded. Law breathed a sigh of relief as the cataclysm hit and the world was thrown into chaos and a new dawn.
Since that dark time the world of Erdjeya has recovered along with the great multi-verse. Now new empires and country exist and Chaos is bored once more.
