The Rise of the Three

In the fifth year of the First Age, there lived three women, all in different parts of the world, and as different as night and day. Kal'lar – a gentle soul by nature, and a gifted healer, caring for all, not discriminating against race or sex. When not treating patients, she spent her days in the garden, growing medicinal herbs.
Her kindness intrigued the Creator, as such selflessness rarely appeared among the race of men. He watched her as she treated those under her care, the grace in which she went about her work, her golden hair shining in the sunlight as she tended to the plants in her garden.
But there was rage boiling under her calm exterior; rage that, if unleashed, could destroy all she strove to create in a single instant.

Davaeri was a Night Elf, knowledgeable and gifted in the ways of reading people. She kept away from the world, preferring books and scrolls to mortal company. She was a beautiful woman, though unkempt and fearsome. She had no company other than her books, which she loved with a fiery passion, striving to learn ever-more.
Unknown to her, the One watched in her eternal quest for knowledge, intrigued by her experience and passion towards her work, and the way she treated people like inferior beings, below herself and not worthy of her company. To Davaeri, people were merely sources of books and scrolls, and barely able to hold a vaguely intelligent conversation.

Then there was Sudsahra, a powerful and wise Fae with a penchant for pain, and a fascination in the art of warfare and long thought-out plots and schemes. She was a woman with the world at her fingertips, closeting herself in her room for days at a time in an effort to plan out even the most miniscule detail of trivial things.
The One found her ability to think fascinating, her plans and strategies a thing of beauty. As she schemed, thoughts and motives flitting through her mind like lightening, the Creator watched.

And then made a decision. These three would rule the new land, Nennar, and He would be free to move on, shaping new worlds, new planets and galaxies, and new life.

He came to Kal'lar in a dream, offering her the power to heal all ills, all aches and pains. He offered glimpses of the future, the past and all at once. He offered insight into the mind, and immortality. Kal'lar could not resist, as the power to cure all was too great an offer to resist. She had devoted her very life to the art of healing.

To Davaeri he came as words on paper, shining every colour in the universe and none at once; luminescent black words on previously blank paper. To the Night Elf He offered all the knowledge in the world. He offered her the power to decide the fate of the people and beasts that roamed the land. The fate of a drop of water on the ground or mist in the air. He offered her ultimate power over the intellect of man and beast, her's included.
The temptation was far too great to resist, and she agreed, the One bestowing upon her immortality and boundless knowledge.

To Sudsahra He weaved His way into her plots, steering her in a direction of His choosing. He gave her power over war, pain and mortality. He gave her the ability to choose the life and death of living creatures at will. He gave her life itself, and omnipotence. Sudsahra became the essence of life in the world, and death itself. And above everything else, he gave her immortality.

And then the One vanished, stepping into the void once more, leaving his trusted daughters to rule in his stead.
As they have ever since.