The World of Aynhar
You might say that Aynhar is a young world, relative to the cosmological perspective of a god. The throes of its creation still dither and linger in places across the lands and sea. In places the mountains are still slowly descending from the air; in others deep chasms sprout lush forests, places where the elements are slowly settling, reverberating still with the chaos of their creation.
Such a young fresh world in the cosmos causes much attention from those that seek a new haven, even if it be tucked away is some obscure distant tendril of the cosmic web. Divine energies are drawn towards Aynhar, at least those that wish to be remade, even those spirits of dead gods, long forgotten, murmur a sigh of new hope.
Of course to mortal eyes with such a meagre grasp of time, Aynhar is indeed ancient. Many a millennia having transpired during the beginnings times, much which seems dire and grand to the mortal historian, is but a crinkle in the time weave of the divine mind.
Who came first? Who knows? Everyone is an interloper of sorts here. A curious nomad, a fleeing exile, a zealous spreader of faith, an itinerant conqueror or just an accidental visitor who forgot the way home.
The past is vast for those of us roughing out an existence here, and you being a newcomer here, it is probably best to bring you up to speed by focusing on the present.