Taymandis hears the ruckus of the gods quarreling on their planets, far away. He chuckles, and takes some mud from the darkest depths of the oceans. He shapes them into a man and a woman, molding flesh and bone and skin and hair from the base clay. Soon, they were finished, two lifeless sacks of meat that lay on the ground. They were dark skinned, and had lithe and slender bodies. He multiplied these bodies ten-thousandfold, till they lay before him like a sleeping crowd. Then, he took the Aetherweave, breathed life into them, and gave them the grace and speed of an elk, and the cunning of a fox. In them he put a wanderlust, a desire to roam the lands in which they would live. They stood before him, naked and shivering, staring in awe at the god, who had taken the form of a great titan. They were his children, and his heart seemed to melt for them. He then used his elemental magics to give them knowledge, of language and of nature, but most importantly, he instilled in them a code, a code to protect their own, and to defend their lands against what would come.
Taymandis creates 10,000 Night Elves, more intelligent and more agile than standard humans, a people that can inherently shift the Aetherweave to their will. He then gives them language, knowledge of nature and instills a strict racial code of honor to defend their home against evil.
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