Long ago when the world was without form, there fell a Voice on the deep...
Such was the power of this voice that it cracked the mantle into two pieces, sky and earth. For sixteen eons was the world barren, until one day without any apparent provocation there formed life.. a lowly sprout in The Middle of Nowhere.
On seeing this the Voice was pleased, and sought to spread life to the world. The Voice gave this tree the ability to reproduce itself, and so the trees did spread across the earth. Over the ages, these trees changed and adapted to fit their respective local environments, and eventually it was unclear that they had originated from a single Mother Tree.
The trees grew too tall....
In a desperate fight for sunlight, the trees fought eachother. Entire species waged war against eachother... vines and bramble, thicket and thorn. What was once green became grey, and what was good was lost.
The Voice saw this and was very displeased...
As punishment the Voice created creatures to eat the leaves of the trees, to chop them down, to consume and tame the trees. Eventually the trees no longer choked the life out of the earth, and for a time balance was restored...
The Mother Tree saw what the voice did to her kin, and felt betrayed. So she schemed against the living creatures and poisoned them, turning them against each other. She perverted their dead, causing them to attack the living. She twisted the earth and hid the secrets that gave men their wisdom deep in the dark.
Though she sought out to destroy the race of men, she was intrigued by their resilience and aptitude. Knowing that she could not rid the earth of these creatures alone, she opened the gates of hell in order to weaken these earthly creatures, and was successful.
The Voice saw this and was quite angry, but as the Voice drew breath to bring ruin to the Mother Tree, there was silence. A single root through earth and chasm, through fire and stone, through void and deep, latched onto the throat of the Voice, and there was silence....
But in a last gasp the Voice did utter to the world of men the secret of the Mother Tree.
14 seeds were there,
ere one was so fair.
That it towered high,
into the bright sky.
It choked out its kin,
and committed sin.
13 seeds are now,
and one magic plow.
13 sisters sleep,
this secret I keep.
You can use it to get some lore started for HeroCraft if you want; I wrote it up myself in about a half hour, so its not copyrighted or anything.
Usually you first write lore, THEN you have a 'reason' to quest. You can't really have anything other than transient reasons (get 12 skeleton bones for some bread) to quest unless you have lore. Every MMORPG needs lore.
I could apply for a Lore Master's position, but to be honest it doesn't really matter. If my ideas can be helpful or even if they aren't, I hope you enjoyed my post. If you want more just ask.