The Birth Of  A Realm

In the beginning, Ventira was formless, a void of mist and magic.  Light was all around, enveloped in darkness.  The mist shifted and danced through space until it caught the attention of a great en-tity.  He took this mist, this magic, and made with it the realm of Ventira.  He sat upon it all nature, plants, animals and sentient beings. 

 The beings, once settled into their new existence, became aware of their creator, and associated him with the great moon that shone in the sky at night, and began calling him the Silver Lantern. Enamored with the praise he received from his creations, he made them intelligent, able to learn, to read, to better themselves.  He gave them literature. 

With literature came knowledge, and with knowledge came the ability to twist and malleate the inherent magic within the realm. Great wizards emerged; some good, some evil.  They used the magic to begin wars, to end wars, to shape the fauna into forms not yet seen on the plane of Ventira.  All the while, the Silver Lantern watched, in- trigued by the great feats his creations could achieve. 

 Nonetheless, in time, the Silver Lantern became discouraged with those inhabiting his realm.  Most were foul, evil creatures who no longer revered him, but mocked his name in a great, loud voice in the dead of night.  He found reprehensible the orcs, trolls and other fiends these men had created.  Ventira had become corrupt, ruining all of existence for those who still followed and worshipped him. 

Then and there, he vowed Ventira would be destroyed for it's iniquities. 

 To Ventira's defense, four stepped forth in defence of the realm they had come to know and love.  It had been generations since the Silver Lantern first formed the realm from the mist and the magic, and there were families, nay, histories in it's rocks and flowing waters. 

 The four, Xar, Rhiannon,  and Agriva, vowed to the Silver Lantern that they would uphold his laws and protect the realm from the corruption he so vehemently detested.  They swore that, in each of their roles, they would watch the land and that the stories of the Silver Lantern would not end. 

 Thus, the Hand of Vengance, The Hand of the Zealot, the Hand of Balance and the Hand of Evil set out into the realm, made immortal by the Silver Lantern himself to protect and keep the realm.  Others have joined the fight for the realm, and regions continue to emerge out of the mist and the magic...the Silver Lantern's last hope of re-creating his lost eutopia.