He began by clearing an area out in which he could create worlds and beings without having to worry about the chaotic matter disfiguring his creations or absorbing it back unto itself, as it so often did with his early attempts. After finally setting aside an area that would remain stable, he created thousands of worlds, each with races as unique as the worlds themselves. Maksim speedily discovered, however, that these realms would all need special watchers as he could not keep his eye on each of the worlds to help them grow and maintain their prosperity. He then set about creating special beings, molded directly from a piece of himself mixed with either chaos, order, or both.
Maksim made one of these watchers for each of the worlds, directing them to live amongst the races of the world and giving them free reign to do as they liked. Those beings, which he named Ta'laan, chose different paths with the beings that they watched over; some lived amongst their populace, while others chose to rule over them from afar. Some chose to merely act as informed beings, guiding those that sought their knowledge. Others chose to rule their worlds with an iron fist, enslaving its inhabitants for their pleasure.
Many epochs passed, and among all the free worlds there was a golden aeon, an age of enlightenment where everything was peaceful and knowledge was the highest of pursuits. At first Maksim was very pleased with this, but after a while he grew weary, watching the worlds level off and change little, if at all. He then proceeded to wipe out his creations one by one, destroying worlds, races, and their guardians in an effort to alleviate his boredom.
As the Ta'laan realized what he was doing, they convened in a grand council of worlds, a spectacular event in which differences in ideal were set aside so that they could meet without friction to determine how they were to escape Maksim's incredible power. Those that proposed going to the creator to plead for him to discontinue his actions were quickly ridiculed as a few Ta'laan had already tried that, simply to be destroyed as the creator continued to grow further twisted and delighted no longer in creating but rather in destroying anything around him. Others supported running, but that was dismissed as well, since Maksim would be able to follow them wherever they were to run to. A decision was made finally to try and destroy him, as there was no choice but to either try or wait to be slaughtered.
The Ta'laan quickly massed to attack Maksim, and to catch him by surprise, but despite all their efforts at secrecy he was still prepared for them when the armies reached him. A fierce battle then ensued, laying waste to anything even remotely close to the war ground. Hundreds of Ta'laan died in the first few days, as wave after wave of them were disintegrated by the horrible power that Maksim wielded. Even so, Maksim himself was being taxed heavily; with his skin hanging ragged from him due to his numerous wounds, he continued to bellow and try to fight off the massive hordes of his creations, destroying scores with a single sweep of his awesome blades.
Finally, after five long days, Maksim faced down the final charge of the Ta'laan, spearheaded by a fierce angel, his wings bloodied from the battle so much so that they shimmered such a deep red as to appear black. The general led the last of the Ta'laan bravely into battle, and they were able to strike at Maksim so often and so hard, he was barely able to fend them off. After many losses, however, Maksim finally made the final strike, willing together most of his remaining energy into a blast that tore through the ranks and made a tear in reality, annihilating half of the army and smashing the remaining Ta'laan reeling through the vortex. The general had gripped onto Maksim and was about to plunge his sword into his abdomen when he was rocked by the final blast, his killing strike instead only succeeding in tearing off a chunk of Maksim, and he was knocked back into the vortex along with his remaining army.
The other side of the vortex was murky, bathed in an odd half-luminescence, but surprisingly those blasted through the vortex were still alive on this side of it. The general slowly got to his feet and forced himself to the tear, moving sluggishly, his wings dripping blood and hanging limp, propelled only by sheer force of will. He then used the glob of flesh from Maksim to seal the tear in reality, ensuring that Maksim was not able to enter this plane of existence before he sunk into blissful unconsciousness.
The general continues
to lead them to this day, but over the
years a number of mortals were made into Ta'laan, bestowed with their
immortality and the ability to create as well as destroy. Their ancient
roots, however, are now starting to show differences once again… There
have been many arguments from an order of the Ta'laan believing that
only True Ta'laan should have this power, and that this should never be
shared with mere mortals. Some Ta'laan sympathize with the mortals,
however, thinking that those great enough to be bestowed this honor
have more than earned it and should receive it. The rumblings of
discontent have grown louder as of late, but it seems to be in check
for the moment.