This scene is ripped from the pages of The Curse of Arvyl’s Folly
Maelryn the professor smiled, pleased with his student. “Now that, friend Hali, is the right question. The Craeylu gathered in Heaven around a pool, into which they poured their essences, imbuing it with the power of creation, and from this pool of life they pulled forth the Firstborn. Ninety-eight times in all, a hundred and one counting the Harnae, who were both more and less than Firstborn, the gods stirred the primordial soup, and each time a Firstborn emerged, each new and different from the last, each holding the gods’ gifts in different proportions.” Continue reading