Morgoth Faith Keepers

Faith Keepers
Man, and Beast were once truly massive displays of life. Now Man's footsteps measure less than half of the great ancestors. Mighty beast is lessened but still drinks from the well of the great forest spirit. We must prove ourselves worthy of the glory of old. The world was once covered in forest and the druidic Faith Keepers have long since organized into a stable and powerful government.

Dawn of the Age of Man; Man was born mighty, world shapers and earth quakers.
Dusk of the Age of Man; Intelligent Beasts are born.
Dawn of the Age of Conflict; Man, and Beast war and are fractured.
Dusk of the Age of Conflict; Man is torn in two and the Beast Wars come to a close.

After the lore of creation comes the lore of Intelligent Beasts who drank greedily of the great forest spirit's power. Growing massive beyond compare they pridefully led lesser beasts. Cunningly exerting great pressure on the Tribe’s most distant provinces. For the Beast lusted after the Dominion of Man and the power therein. Conflict would sunder the united Tribe of Man; the Tribe of Wisdom who wished to humble the Beast, and the Tribe of War who would see them destroyed.
The War Tribe knew that the Beast must be denied further power to sustain itself and its army, so it would destroy the forest. The Wisdom Tribe saw that this would send Man into great decline and darkness. So, the Tribe of Wisdom sent men to find a greater source of power hoping it could end the war and unite the tribes. Some of these men delved deep into the Earth hoping to find a new source of strength, others shaped great mounds and towers to reach the stars through the infinite cold to ask them for strength.
The War Tribe cut down trees that had been sown when the world was young. They were full of great magic and the War Tribe used these to fuel spells of great fire and destruction. They cornered the prideful Intelligent Beast leaders one by one. Killing them and using their forest domains to fuel yet more spells until all the ancient forests had been chopped down or died in the world no longer so full of spirits and magic that could no longer sustain them.

Ill news had spread of late; the Delvers were lost, they had not returned nor managed to send word of their wellbeing. Instead the Earth began to shake from time to time, an unbalance was present. The druids investigated and discovered the source to be the lost Delvers. They had become entwined with the earth itself, quasi earth-spirits.
The Delvers had searched too deeply losing themselves in the rock and soil. In their anguished slumber they lashed out shaking the earth with tremendous force. The druids could not wake them from their troubled sleep, but they attempted to appease them and this granted an unexpected boon; greater influence over the Earth and its bountiful underworld. The appeasement was difficult as one had to connect with a Delver spirit and sing a lullaby in the ancient tongue from the Dawn of Man.
When the Intelligent Beasts learned of the Star Towers from their avian spies they coveted them and the hope of a greater power to defeat Man. The Tribe of Wisdom had foreseen that the Beasts might come for their places of power and had prepared. The Tribe of Wisdom received them in combat on the fortified mountain holds on which the Star Towers were built. All around the mountains they shaped flat barren landscapes which offered no cover from the weapons and spells of Man.
The Intelligent Beasts had little care for those beneath them and sent them in waves. Their numbers absorbed tremendous losses. However, there was no need for the Intelligent Beasts to control the mountain holds. In their cunning they believed that if they managed to begin climbing the Towers that Man would not stop them or risk breaking the Towers and killing the men they had sent up. They were right. To strike at the Intelligent Beasts with sufficient force to dislodge them would surely break the Towers and fling their heroes to a gruesome end.
However; the Towers that reached far beyond sight, the greatest construction ever undertaken by Man could not support the weight of greed personified. All eyes were on the Towers as they cracked and began to fall ever so slowly. The Intelligent Beasts who had lead several armies here were smote upon the mountainside. The blood of these massive Intelligent Beasts flooded down the mountains to the barren plains. Their armies had been slaughtered in their assault on the mountain holds and those that survived lacked the strength to survive the flood. A victory at a terrible cost. The blood of the Beasts fed life into the barren plains around the mountains and washed away the dead. Yet; when they searched the ruins of the Towers no remains were found within.

The Intelligent Beasts were dead, the War Tribe feasted on their flesh which sustained their dwindling forms until there were no Intelligent Beasts left. They had born a mankind who had no knowledge of how to live in harmony with the spirits nor a desire to do so; a petty and fragile breed. The War Tribe was lost to darkness. As decline set in for the Wisdom Tribe they managed to preserve a sapling of the mighty whitewoods which once populated the world and the family that cared for it sustained majestic forms nearing the United Tribe of old. This would become the royal family, the spiritual center of the Druidic Faith Keeper Theocracy.