Shesharus is flat desolate wasteland of cold blowing winds on arctic desert. Direction seems meaningless as powdery snow covers tracks and markings. Almost nothing grows there in the dim light. Yeti prowl the dim realm feeding on lichen, ice worm larva, and each other. Some of them have mastered martial combat and teach those brave and hardy enough to survive the ice.
When all was cold and dark, he was content. Millennia of peace and solitude. Eons of contemplation and silence. It could not last forever. Others in the void craved more. They set their hands to the task of making. And from this making came the discomfort of warmth. There was light, there was heat, there was friction between….things. It made him grumpy. For an eternity he sucked this heat away, trying to empty the spring from witch it poured. It came to naught. There was no end, no bottom to the lake of warmth and light. In defeat he mellowed. Always slow to accept something new he observed and came to understand. New concepts were possible, literally invented by his peers. In watching he saw Good, and Evil, Order and Chaos. All playing together, against each other. Things. How novel. He watched the others as they took their part in shaping, cajoling, contesting with each other in an epic chess game. A mountain here, a swamp there. Some had grand and complicated ideals to express. Some just liked ruining their peers fun. Playing with each other through the vessel of this world. Objectively he learned much. He decided it was his turn to touch upon the land and leave his mark. He placed oracles, fonts of wisdom in the most inaccessible places. Deep in caves. High on mountains. Far from civilization. Those who were strong could travel to these places for knowledge. Knowledge learned from an eternity of observation and contemplation. Reward for strength. A good hobby. He found others, like himself, comrades. Gods that he could understand. Gods who were not interested in building sprawling empires. Gods with a bent toward the more ephemeral things in life. The explosive fury of a volcano, instantly eradicating the countryside, only to create new life in the ashes. The air above being purified with heat and dust, implacably rolling out to lay down all who cannot heed a warning. The slime of mire, choking out neglected places, not with poison, but with life. Gods he can relate to. Together they can keep tabs on things. Raze the civilizations that profit too much from bounty. Yield to civilizations that fight tooth and claw to survive. Punish the lazy, reward the fastidious.