Every history of Kworgale begins at the same place: the Great Renewal, the act of creation, surrender, and forgetting from which the mortal world was born. It is dated, by tradition, to roughly two thousand years before the close of the divine age.
"They gave up forever, so that we might have a little while."
The Angels Who Fell to Kworgale
Long ago, a deathless race of star-born beings — the Elehath — fled the ruin of their own distant world and crossed the dark to Kworgale. Some fifty thousand of them survived the crossing. They were powerful beyond mortal reckoning and weary beyond mortal grief, and they carried with them the memory of how greatness, left unchecked, had destroyed everything they once knew.
The Last Convocation
For a time the Elehath dwelt together in a single founding city. Then they held the great debate the world remembers as the Last Convocation, and made the choice that defined everything after: the overwhelming majority would lay down their immortality and be reborn as the mortal peoples of Kworgale — humans, elves, and dwarves. Only five would remain as they were, to guide and guard the children they were making, becoming the Elder gods.
This was the true Great Renewal — not only the making of new races, but the deliberate forgetting of an old and dangerous past. To begin again, the angels chose to die into mortality, and to let memory itself become merciful.
The Ur-City of Vadesh
They raised their first and greatest city, Vadesh — the Ur-City, the cradle of all later civilization. There, for five hundred years, gods and mortals lived side by side, and the gods taught their children law, learning, and the first thaumaturgic arts. Vadesh is the root of every tongue and tradition the world still speaks; its name lingers in temples and titles across Kworgalya. But a cradle is not meant to hold a people forever, and in time the children of Vadesh looked outward to the wide and waiting continent — and the age of the Fivefold Fleets began.