The world of Aihrde spins upon an earth-like axis of ancient civilizations where good and evil have struggled for countless years. It is a world that bares the markings of its past; where ancient evils slumber, stained with the power of eldritch wizardry; where gods dwell in bejeweled halls of wonderment, worshiped by men and women of all creeds; where dragons live in great dens of heaped treasure; where the new stands upon the ruins of the old in beds of ancient glory. Here, kingdoms have risen and fallen, ground to dust by war, famine, plague or time. Aihrde is a world reborn, and in the After Winter Dark heroes tread in iron shod boots and wizards lean on crooked staffs to plunder the buried wealth and power of the ages. Here, the eternal struggle goes on, age after age, for Aihrde is a world of adventure, of undaunted heroes, untainted by the decadent philosophies of those meek who suffer in the shadows of lesser men. For here the stone columns of history are wiped clean, awaiting the bold to carve their mark and gain entry to the halls of immortality.
In the beginning, the Void existed without shape or form, and the All Father moved across the face of the Void, pondering the great emptiness. He saw the great Dragon Inzae, and realized there was life apart from himself. The All Father wondered at this and sought to master meaning in existence. To this end, he set about creating all manner of things. He fashioned creatures from his thoughts. For behold the All Father knew the Language of Creation, and he understood that life begets life. These creatures, slivers of the All Father, failed to embody what he imagined so he lay them aside. In this way, a great many beings came into existence, powerful manifestations of the All Father’s memories or imaginings. Most of these creations were benign, but some few possessed great intelligence, and they knew the differences between good and evil.
The All Father then saw that the dragon Inzae hung in the emptiness, spinning upon herself, creating a maelstrom of chaos about her. She split the fabric of the universe in her thrashings, opening rifts, portals and doors to other planes. Unbeknownst to Inzae, the All Father settled upon her chaos and shaped it in his mind’s eye. And lo, the All Father made the world from the Maelstrom. He named it in his voice and it became the crucible of his mind. He pounded substance from the Maelstrom and made fire, earth, air and water. He fashioned these elements into the world, binding them together. So the flat plane of Aihrde came into being in the Void, and from its edges spilled the substance of his creation and it mingled with the Maelstrom.