Primals

"In the time before time, in the first age of dragons, the world was made, then had to be tamed. Those elemental creatures which ran rampant, born of the energies of the world, were brought down, chained, and prevented from wholesale destruction - without this, the world could never have been finished, and the Dragons, their children, and the Mortal children of the gods could not have ever found a foothold. There were said to be great keys, forged of meteoric iron and the breath of the Great Three, that were used to secure the chains - one of the rules, child, of magic is that you cannot have a binding without building a lock. A thing that is closed must always be able to be opened - no magic forged is ever unbreakable."

"The Primordials were offered an opportunity to serve - and told that the keys would be used to release those that served long, well, and honestly. Many did - serving the great dragons and their children, even becoming .. friends, I suppose, to bloodlines stretching back into time immemorial. When the Warlord came, the Dragons left the world - knowing the destruction that would come. Oh, some say a small few remained, doing what they could to stem the unstemmable tide for love of the mortals that were doomed - but, the dragons protect their own."

In the beginning, the world was new - created by the Dragon as worlds are always created. But this world, this grand creation, was different - it was woven through with magic in such quantity as to give it a heartbeat, a soul. This soul burst forth as untamed elemental creatures, intelligence born of the Weave itself when it was nothing but infinite possibility. Most were barely more than primal urges - destruction, creation, play - but some, some were something more. The Efreet, the Dao, the Djinn, and the Marid - composed of the broad 'elements' that magic speaks to? They grew powerful, strong, haughty and grand - lording over a land that was molten, ever changing, lashed by elemental powers beyond current mortal comprehension.

The Dragon brought his children to the world, and was pleased with the magic it showed - but understood that life could never exist in a world so unfettered from any form of control. Chaos is beautiful, but infinite possibility leads only to instability.

And so, the Dragon and his Children bound these beings - some by force, some by simple words, some by shared goals of something grander; all of these Primals were bound to be destroyed or to serve the lineages of the Dragon. This created a stable world, one in which the Great Ones played and grew and reared families, as their magic combined with the chained primals to bring forth.. well. All that is.

Some of these Primals found joy with lesser, mortal races - and their 'blood', such as it is, made its way into the world in the form of the Genasi - though that blood runs less pure with each generation - and in the raw, unfettered magic of the Weave. While the Primals themselves are all but forgotten, save in the oldest legends, their legacy lives on in every bit of magic, every infinite moment of choice, every shift in life itself.