Ravien moved west upon the world and formed trees. He gathered them into forests and there he stood, he was satisfied with this. He made the elves and gave them gifts of nature and long life. He saw this and thought it good. He gave life to the world and filled it with beasts. He saw his creations and deemed them good. Ravien took the branch from a tree and the wove the grass into string, he crafted a bow. He took a bird and plucked it’s feathers, and carved stones and made arrows. He gifted this to the elves doing what he knew was tasked to the archons. But he loved his creations so and tended to them. He gave them knowledge and made many more elves. 

Ravien knew something was amiss. He listened and heard the evil thoughts that Avalain had poured into Oreth. Ravien however did naught for he knew this would happen and also knew the end would not falter. The god erected homes for the elves within the trees and shaped the land with rolling hills and lakes of water. He made an area for himself and called it home. The elves called it the Elder Grove. Ravien made it so none may enter without permission. Not even the gods, his first creations.