Chauntéa: The Blue Age - The Cradle of Life | D&D Lore

The story of Chauntéa, at the origins of the cosmogony of the Forgotten Realms (D&D). 🪙 Back the Geek'n'Dragon Kickstarter, real metal coins for D&D with a multiplier system: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/... A rock opera retelling the cosmogony of Dungeons & Dragons (the Forgotten Realms), from the draconic origins all the way to 5th edition. Here: Saga The Dawn War, song 4 of 16. This saga is a personal adaptation: D&D lore contradicts itself from one edition to the next, so it weaves a coherent version. It is a version of the story, not the official one. Tu joues à D&D ? Dis-nous où tu en es de la saga en commentaire. Chapters: 0:00 The Cradle of Water 1:15 The First Lives 1:50 The Blue Jewel 2:10 The Blue Age 2:43 The Thunder of War 3:15 A Battlefield 3:46 The Creeping Shadow 4:39 So Much Patience 5:12 Terror in the Dark 5:48 Protect the Sun 6:21 Not Yet 🔔 Subscribe to follow the saga: https://www.youtube.com/@geekndragon?... 🪙 Back the Geek'n'Dragon Kickstarter, real metal coins for D&D with a multiplier system: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/... The project page on our site: https://geekndragon.com/kickstarter/ Facebook:   / geekndragon   Instagram:   / vraigeekndragon   Images generated by AI, music created with Suno AI. A personal adaptation of D&D lore. Lyrics: The sun that Selûne kindled in her pain At last now bathes my oceans in a timid warmth again I am Chauntea, the Cradle of Life My whole body is an ocean, infinite and wide No land, no rock, and not a single continent Just boundless water rocking all my firmament And in my depths there's something stirring, something rare Ancient creatures, strange and far beyond compare They curl up close within the silver deep The first frail lives I bore, so small, so weak In no tongue yet to come do they have a name But their open eyes can see the future all the same I am the blue jewel in the Sea of Night The brightest of the worlds that Ao built with might And every wave that rolls across my skin Sings a lullaby to all the water's kin The Blue Age, the age of an ocean with no shore The Blue Age, where life turns its very first page Beneath the fragile sun and silver moon My children grow within the shifting blue I am the Nurturing Mother, the Great Mother And this ocean is my sweetest prayer But high above my waves I hear the thunder roar The Dawn Titans and the gods are waging war They fight over my worlds, my bodies in the sky Their battles echo like a deadly storm on high Each godly blow sends trembling through my tides Each Primordial breath turns all my realms to ice They do not see the life that grows within my veins They do not feel the pulse that beats within my springs To the Titans I am nothing but a battlefield To the gods an arena, a trophy theirs to wield But I carry deep within me every living thing And their war is threatening my most fragile offspring The sun is trembling in the blazing sky The silver moon grows pale, as weary as a sigh And in the night a shadow crawls and grows The hissing of a serpent where the endless darkness flows The Blue Age, the age of an ocean with no shore The Blue Age, where life turns its very first page Beneath the fragile sun and silver moon My children grow within the shifting blue I am the Nurturing Mother, the Great Mother And this ocean is my sweetest prayer So many centuries I spent to make life grow So much patience so the waters' fruit would show Every creature is a stubborn miracle An act of faith against the dark If the sun goes out, if all the warmth takes flight All that I have built will die within the night But I can feel something moving in the dark A cold breath, a funeral hiss, so stark Something greater than the Primordials Something starving, something cruel It closes on my sun just like a predator And my whole ocean shivers, shaking to its core The Blue Age, the age of an ocean with no shore The Blue Age, where life turns its very first page Beneath the fragile sun and silver moon My children grow within the shifting blue I am the Nurturing Mother, the Great Mother Protect the sun, it is my final prayer No, not the sun, not yet #DnD #ForgottenRealms #TTRPG #DungeonsAndDragons #geekndragon #rockopera #mythology #fantasy #Chauntéa #TheDawnWar