Before time began, the world was formed, pressed between the shining Dominions of the Astral Sea and the ever changing depths of the Elemental Chaos. A primordial stepped foot upon the rough and unformed earth and saw the rest of creation from this center seat in the multiverse, a throne from which to rule everything. “My throne,” he said aloud, his voice booming through the planes, attracting first his fellow primordials, then the gods. As each powerful entity battled, each would repeat that first primordial’s words, echoing to the voice of titan and elemental and dragon and mortal alike. Hence, when the dust of the Dawn War settled, every being of creation knew the world as Throne.