Post by Evan on Apr 19, 2013 11:33:11 GMT -6
These are the Lost Lands; all that remains of the world.
A hundred generations ago, our people fought and died in wars for land, resources, and long-forgotten grievances. All that remains of these now ancient civilizations is legend and ruin. No one remembers why the fighting began, but we know it ended in fire. The entire world was destroyed.
Or, it nearly was. These ancients, including their survivors, were our ancestors. Their might crushed, the wars ended and our people began their Wandering. Little that remained of our world was hospitable to life. Quickly, the burned and corrupted landscapes were twisted with poisons that remained in the earth even as the fires went out. Creatures - and men - rose from the ash, malformed and ravenous. Many more of our own would die before we found salvation.
But then it came - a land untouched by war or corruption. The Lost Lands, forgotten by the rest of the world. It was here we settled and here we remain. We ruled the land and made it our own, but it did not make us whole again.
Time drove us to conflict once again and the Wanderers drew out their borders in the land. Against each other, once more, they were at odds. Some co-existed in wary peace and trade, some as only competing neighbors, and others still hungered to carry on the unnamed wars of their ancestors.
Even as we killed each other, the corruption was spreading. It seemed, even in the Lost Lands, we could not stop it from coming. Some tried to drive the twisted forests back, along with the beasts within, but to no avail.
This is where our people find ourselves. Divided by fear and war, we are split down the middle by the Corruption. What hope do we have to survive?
Well, my Lord, that is for you to decide.
A hundred generations ago, our people fought and died in wars for land, resources, and long-forgotten grievances. All that remains of these now ancient civilizations is legend and ruin. No one remembers why the fighting began, but we know it ended in fire. The entire world was destroyed.
Or, it nearly was. These ancients, including their survivors, were our ancestors. Their might crushed, the wars ended and our people began their Wandering. Little that remained of our world was hospitable to life. Quickly, the burned and corrupted landscapes were twisted with poisons that remained in the earth even as the fires went out. Creatures - and men - rose from the ash, malformed and ravenous. Many more of our own would die before we found salvation.
But then it came - a land untouched by war or corruption. The Lost Lands, forgotten by the rest of the world. It was here we settled and here we remain. We ruled the land and made it our own, but it did not make us whole again.
Time drove us to conflict once again and the Wanderers drew out their borders in the land. Against each other, once more, they were at odds. Some co-existed in wary peace and trade, some as only competing neighbors, and others still hungered to carry on the unnamed wars of their ancestors.
Even as we killed each other, the corruption was spreading. It seemed, even in the Lost Lands, we could not stop it from coming. Some tried to drive the twisted forests back, along with the beasts within, but to no avail.
This is where our people find ourselves. Divided by fear and war, we are split down the middle by the Corruption. What hope do we have to survive?
Well, my Lord, that is for you to decide.