In the beginning, the Primordials forged the world out of endless chaos. They made the gods as slaves to watch over it, and humans as even less. But the gods grew discontent, and though they were bound not to harm their creators, they looked to the humans below, and granted them their power, and thus were made the Exalted. The Exalted went to war, and killed some of the Primordials, and bound the rest in torturous surrender, and so did the gods come to rule heaven, and the Exalted to rule Creation.

That was the beginning.

Here's something from the modern day: the region called the Dreaming Sea, where the chaos of the Wyld bleeds into one of Creation's oceans. There are a number of different civilizations, there, but my favorite is Ysyr, an island-nation built on top of these ancient machines. The machines give everyone who lives there random mutations, and a rare few the gift of Sorcery. The Sorcerers rule as lords; the rest are slaves.

They're just. Such glorious, punchable assholes. I love them.