The World and History in
Brief
In the world of Eniece, magic wanes, and technology
begins its indomitable march. The fate of the world decided by a
continent still young to the dominion of men. A land where the very
earth lives, and Gods foreign of this world play.
Long Ago, Eniece, like most worlds was formed by
cosmic beings who filled the world with magic, and entrusted it to
conscious Gods. But over the ages the Gods powers waned, and with
them the magic of the world. Left behind in their absence, a world
to be ruled by men. Humans quickly expanded to all known reaches,
but soon found their large world to be quite small.
Explorers set forth onto the unexplored oceans and
discovered a new continent, later known as Elm. This continent was
inhabited by druid peoples who worshiped Gods of foreign origin.
The settlers founded different kingdoms and separated from their
homelands. They fought the druids, but against the real and present
Gods of the land, could not win. Until one day, one of the last
great sorcerers from the kingdom known as Valasia, founded a cult
of machines and took over most of the kingdoms.
The sorcerer waged war on the druids and wreaked
havoc on their lands leading some of the druid peoples to renounce
their Gods and join the machinists. This angered the Gods who began
to slaughter their own people. The survivors fled for machine lands
and safety. Though sometime during the battles the sorcerer
disappeared, the machinists built contraptions from his papers to
contain the power of the Gods and pushed them back as far into the
ancient forests as they could.
The machinists made all other kingdoms their colonies
and exploited them for resources. Though the machinists were brutal
and uncaring towards their colonies, they brought centuries of
relative peace. The people foreign and druidic blended, and eager
to rid themselves of the chaos of war, all but forgot the way that
the world was.
With time though comes change, and with those
centuries of peace powers reformed, and those days long forgotten
beg to be remembered. The lies buried in the past long due to
surface.
In this time, the world is once again changing. The
machinists are mysteriously pulling back all of their resources and
armies from the outlying lands. As the forest of the Gods stirs
again, whispers call in the wind, voices of the forgotten beckon to
any that would hear them. The fate of the new world resting upon
those who would listen. But most are deaf to the forces of the
world, few would hear the call, and even fewer head it. The odds
not a concern though for an old mind. A mind who knew the secrets
of the past. The world changed by a lone man long ago, it would
take only one to hear the call, the world changed once again by one
lone soul.
Pieces
.... deep in the dark a glitter catches my eye,
tossed in a stream ideas and dreams wrapped up and bound. To find
such a thing here boggles the mind. In a place long forgotten by
time.
Farewell, a final word, but the ending pages are torn
out. More, unsaid? The book is left behind. Perhaps the person was
as well....
Open
Tides of change
I was on an errand to get supplies from a neighboring
village when I saw it. The task was a familiar one, something that
I had done many times before, but as the smoke started to appear
above the skyline, I knew this was no ordinary day. The scene was
something so rare, I had never seen it in my life. This year it has
happened twice, and my eyes couldn't believe, as I gazed upon the
third.
Long ago, we were simple fools, or so the tale goes.
And being foolish, we worshiped fickle Gods of the wood. When the
machinists conquered us, we were “informed” of our stupidity, and
forced to abandon our Gods and worship the machine. But now, the
machinists have abandoned us, and we face the wrath of men unafraid
to die, and the old Gods unafraid to kill.
I step into the village's main
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