Please be gentle I cry easily. Anyways cause I'm impatient I'm gonna take a chance and post this here.
Histories of Ur
Long ago the Giants were not all of one mind, indeed they were quite the opposite, each thinking only in their own head and building their own worlds.
Cosma who favoured the sky built the world of Ix, into it she wove sunsets and stars, many many stars, for she had a love of their soft twinkling light and it pleased her greatly to fill her world with their soft glow. Upon her land great yet elegant beasts strode stopping often to lift their heads and gaze at the heavens, for them she built elegant staiways so that they might climb up and be closer to her, on occassions she would reach down to gently pat them, smiling happily at their obvious delight.
Zille did not favour the skys, his love was for mining, he delved deep into rock and thus Ilmenskie caverns grew in his world. Each mine was filled with untold quantities of precious stones and gems, but more than this the mines were alive, the rocks themselves sentient and like children eager to learn, Zille taught them all he could and delighted in their acquired knowledge.
Not all the Giants were so industrious, Pot for one saw no reason to work hard, he liked fun, relaxing and parties. His world of Shimla Mirch filled with ideas that drifted around looking for somewhere to settle, when they found no place to rest they burst into sparkles and were know as fireflies. Pot brought soft soils to his world thinking that when the weary partygoers fell down to sleep they had soft ground to rest upon. So great were the parties that over time the ground became saturated with spilt drinks, in places pools and peat bogs formed, but Pot saw only here was fuel for BBQs and so the wine flowed and all partied on regardless.
In the early days the Giants happily shared visions of the eleven different worlds, marvelling at each others creativity and the magnifcence of the new worlds they were creating, They happily shared ideas and made suggestion but as the worlds grew they discovered new unique thoughts were scarce to come by. It was then that the Giants grew competetive wanting their world to outshine the others, disquiet grew, each giant seeking to better the other.
Zille sent out flocks of Batterflies to try to learn what the other Giants were planning, Cosma built a giant telescope to spy on her fellow Giants.even the gentle Humbaba began to create hoards of Pigs, Chickens and Butterflies, hoping to hide his world of Groddle Forest beneath their huge numbers. Pot built a tower then forgot why he had built it, sadly the other Giants were afraid of what it might be and redoubled their efforts
As the Giants began to guard and hide their thoughts from each other, jealousy and suspicion grew, small ideas were stolen, some were lost and fell down to a dark and dismal realm the Giants called pergatory ignored these ideas began to grow, they gained wings and sharp beaks, they became the rooks within them the Giants new hatred built into malice and that grew until the Giants saw that here was a powerful new weapon and with that they launched the Great War.
Worlds that had once been beautiful beyond compare were wrecked by a force of destruction that only Giants can wield, in short much was lost before the Giants realised what they had done. Try as they might they could not destroy the weapon they had created, it was weak but left alone it could gather strength anywhere that was neglected and unloved.
Fearing they would lose what remained of their precious worlds and full of remorse they decided that they would war no more but would work together to build a harmonious world, so gathering together the fragments of their seperate worlds they formed a unique shared conciousness one between all eleven Giant minds and then together they thought and thought and thought until at last a tiny speck formed and the new world of Ur was born