The deeds of the mighty and the bold shape not only their own world, but the future as well, sometimes for generations.

A thousand years in the past, blood flowed not in mere rivers, but in tsunamis. Men laid hands on that which they should never have possessed, the power of a god, and promptly turned it to dark ends: war, terrible and destructive in the way only divine might could achieve.

The world teetered on the brink, the end nigh. Only the courage of great heroes held back doom, men of strength and vision capable of setting aside their enmity before they killed the whole of the humanity.

But one god was not sated, and swore revenge far in the future, when the heroes would be naught but dust, unable to stop him. “The world will become as ash,” he promised.

The heroes buried their dead and began to rebuild, the terrible knowledge in their minds that their children would face the Dead God again. They left records of their struggle, and warned of the danger, but men forget easily when life is good and peace is easy.

Today, few of their descendants even know of the Dead God’s prophesy. Of those, fewer still agree on the source. They only remember ancient enemies. They have forgotten that by the end, they were allies.

Now, the children stumble in the darkness, fighting amongst themselves, full of fear and mistrust, divided by petty matters, jelousy, pride, and fear.

If they cannot find a way to unite, Elgar, the Dead God, may well have his due.

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