The Balance War

The Balance War was the epoch before The Upheaval, where after the landscape of Tabula was chaotically rearranged. After The Upheaval, the world of Tabula entered the ''Age of Quiescence. ''

Accepted Canon

The Artist, using Harmony as a muse, created beings of tremendous power to help watch his creations. These individuals watched over all realms of their power; guardians of the forest, stalwarts of the mounts, stewards of the sea, and many more. The more realms created the more need of Watchers, commonly known referred to as the deities of good to mortals.

With each Watcher constructed the more the Trinity's power shifted to The Artist. Sorrow aiming to destroy The Artist's bases of power, corrupted Harmony's power to create the Broken, tainted versions of the Watchers.

The realm of seas met the tempests, the forest became face to face with overgrowth and decay, the mountains erupted with the arrival of turmoil as the Watchers and Broken feuded for supremacy. Rivers ran dry, swamps bloomed with life, lightning raked through forests leaving cinder.

Tabula was the battleground of the gods.

Cowering within their shelters on Tabula, were the children of Harmony, the mortal creations of Harmony. These mortals in the form of humans, dwarves, elves, gnomes, and all the races were her attempts at restoring the Balanced Trinity. The Artist and Sorrow saw these creations as another army and soon began corrupting them, all the while unaware of the effects it had on Harmony.

Sensing impending doom, Sorrow called for a ceasefire and for a truce to be drawn. The once Balanced Trinity and the pantheon of Watchers and Broken were amassed, in a tense standoff, for a time.

Negotiating from a weaker position, Sorrow accepted all oaths and terms laid down by The Artist. Sorrow swore all will be upheld if he could once again hold The Artist's hands and kiss his brow, symbolizing the age before Tabula when they together made existence. The last term was given after which Sorrow flew into a state of rage and poured his purest corruption into his body touching the Artist; vile, incorrigible, putrid essence flowed forth tainting The Artist. Realizing what was happening, The Artist reached out and struck the mouth of Sorrow from his visage as though it was a blemish on wet clay.

Both sides raged and battled after seeing what was done to their creators. Tabula was torn and shattered from the resulting clash of deities.

Amidst the chaos, Harmony wept and with what little power she had left she locked the warring gods in place.

Such began the Age of Quiescence.