Origin of the Immaterium

Once upon a time, there was nothing. And everything. It’s quite confusing. There existed no time, no reality, only the malleable immaterium, pieces of creation spawned from the arrival of Truth into an uncaring void. Truth is the only appropriate name for what created everything, because that’s really what it was. Truth. True power, the first and ultimate being. God.

While time did not exist, it is difficult to contextualize Truth without utilizing time as a limited vocabulary. Moments after Truth’s arrival, a fraction of a second, no longer than a human breath or the blink of an eye, Truth died. Suicide, was the apparent cause. It knew everything, understood everything, and was everything, and so in those few seconds of time it got so bored it wanted to die. And so it did.

A mistake? Maybe, but who are you to say what mistakes Truth made? It was Truth. Raw, uncompromising, immortal, all-knowing.

From Truth’s death, reality spawned. A vast expanse of infinite energy, waiting to be shaped. Moments later, this energy began to take form, as reality itself attempted to formulate a facsimile of the creature who had just given birth to it. The result was monstrosities the size of universes, beings of immense strength and eldritch power, minds that archived more knowledge than an entire planet worth of information, and entities that could warp reality to their will.

Almost immediately, war broke out. Despite infinite space, these beings couldn’t stand proximity to others. And so they fought, and warred, for longer than time because time did not yet exist. Immeasurable battles, great victories and defeats. Trillions of these new beings died, and Trillions more were spawned into existence. Or maybe it was only ever just a hundred. Or two. Who knows.

From this infinite war, a group of these beings split off from the rest, retreating in mutual fear of the conflict and building a great wall to keep out those monsters far beyond. The area this wall encapsulated became known as the Greater Immaterium, the beings became known as True Gods, and it as they breathed sighs of relief at their new safety… they noticed something.

In the chaos of their retreat, in the midst of the cosmic energies kicked up by the creation of their wall… something had happened. At the center of this area, a small bubble of… creation, had formed. Inside it, time had begun to tick, matter had been created, and already they could see the beginnings of stars, galaxies, and planets. In that instant, the Universe was born on accident, and the Gods saw fit to create their own worlds surrounding it. Billions upon billions of artificial worlds, created by Gods hands or in reaction to the newly expanding Material Plane… but none would ever be able to replicate the Material itself, a raw bubble of unintended Creation, a raw bubble of Truth.