More History!

(Long time no post. But hey! More history! then perhaps, more rules??)

So what the hell are we doing here?

Good question, sonny. First was, well—people were still angry at the humans. Some were curious what kind of world they lived in now, and some were just silly and got stuck here. But for most of us…well, it was to a war among the gods that drove us here…

You remember the Triumverate? The Great Lord, the Finest Lady and the Silent Knight? Well, each of them were what made us, in one for or another. They were more powerful than ten thousand sidhe lords—yes, your liege, I’m being serious. They made everything we know, they cut earth and man from the dreaming, and they…well, they didn’t much like each other. See, they were the only three people that could understand one another, and after a few ages they had run out of things to talk about.
As far as most remember, the Lord and the Lady were both as hitched as their kind could be. They loved each other, but if there was a spat, then neither one of them could back down to the other, and as we all know—spats happen in a marriage. So they ended up being distant, and only seeing each other every once a while (don’t ask me what a ‘while’ is to the gods, mind). Worse still, the Knight had always been smitten by the Lady. Of course, the Lady never paid no heed to the Knight—unless it would anger the Lord, of course. So the three of them didn’t exactly have a charming social life together.
One day, the Knight decided enough was enough. He went to places unheard of, and found magics unknown. He came back a bit differn’t, but he came back strong. He created a spell that was so devious, it would work on a god. He made himself look like the Great Lord, and enchanted the Finest Lady. He sang her songs and danced with her and…well, you know how it goes…
It was, they say, the happiest the Knight had ever been…until, of course, the Great Lord arrived and saw what had happened. In a rage, his voice cracked mountains and broke the sky—as well as the Knight’s magics. From there, it all went downhill. The Great lord knew they had been doing this behind his back for an eternity, the Lady knew that she had been abused by both, and the Knight knew that he would never be happy again. Funny what happens when you know things, isn’t it? Well, the Knight showed off a new trick or two trying to hurt the Lord, the Lord swung back, The Lady got in the way and threw her own supreme might into the scuffle, and suddenly the entire Dreaming was caught in a storm of fire and death.
It was beyond a war, beyond an apocalypse—it was hell. Magics that were more terrible than anything you can imagine happened. The Triumverate called our Progenitors up—the Danana, the Nunehi, the Formorians—but for us, the third-born of the Dreaming? We were as handy to have as ants to a picnic. The armies of our parents marched, and we were driven out—mere innocents as far as they were concerned.
We were pushed back from our great halls to the very edge of the Dreaming—to the borders of the cursed lands of Earth. We ran, and hid. We found a few weak spots, a few places where we could hide and light balefires. This was around the very beginning of human time, as far as they’re concerned. We used our magics and became gods to the humans. Some of us gave them gifts—fire and animals and art. Some of us hunted them in the night.
For a while, we were gods here, and life was good. But that was a short while, and life kept marching on…