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Apocalypse
Apocalypse
lfur and ash. The sabre-toothed barbarian sits, huddled up in furs and chainmail
next to a cookfire. Across the fire hunches a jet-black catfolk man, dressed in
armor made of leather plates. Beside him lounges a catfolk woman, spotted black
on white and clad in simple robes. An enormous russet-furred bear opens one gol
den eye to peer at his companions, then closes it and rests his chin upon his fo
lded paws. A tiny black cat with a sparkling blue forehead jewel, her tail curle
d around her, sleeps atop his brow, while nearby a centaur stands guard, a massi
ve sword in each hand.
Far to the East the orange glow of the burning Spinewall Mountains softens the h
orizon, but overhead the eternal night is clear and black, divided in two by an
arc of glittering stars. Two invisible orbs blot out spaces in the ring - like a
pair of darkened eyes in the night. A blazing comet hangs in place nearby, angr
ily streaking towards its unknown destination. The jaguar man clears his throat
to speak,
"I remember a story told me long ago by a village elder, when I was still a litt
le suckling. My eyes were barely open and I was just learning to take my own mea
t when he sat me down with my litter mates and said,
'In an age long past, when our race was young, the Mother's eyes were open and s
he looked down upon us with love and kindness. Peace and harmony ruled the land,
and the world was happy. But in that time a mighty race, proud and cruel, walke
d the Fire Road you see above you, and they were not harmed by it. They called t
hemselves the Zern, and thought themselves above all other races. It was their s
port to alter the forms of other creatures, twisting their flesh into hideous sh
apes for their own amusement. In time, the Zern looked down upon our Mother's cr
eation and desired to take it for their own. So they fashioned a mighty weapon o
f poisoned steel and, reaching out across the deepest spaces, thrust it into the
Mother's Eye.
The weapon wounded our Mother's eye. It become infected and rimmed with blood. P
ain filled her mind with dark and angry thoughts, and the Mother whispered these
thoughts into the minds of the people. They became hateful and confused. Brothe
r turned against brother; mother turned against child. The world erupted in viol
ence. No longer could one man trust another and the land was plunged into chaos.
This filled the Mother with a great sadness, and so she wept a single tear. The
tear fell upon the land, but the tear had come from her wounded eye, now cloudy
and diseased. The Mother's tear watered the plants, which fed upon the disease a
nd grew, choking the earth and drowning the cities. The skies grew strange. A gr
eat disease rained down upon us, spreading among all the creatures that inhabite
d the land. Horrible, twisted monsters sprang up from the bodies of the dead, cr
awling over the plants with great speed and devouring those unable to escape.
The Mother saw what her tear had done and cried in great anguish. Her words beca
me incoherent and her screams could be heard by all. Not one could sleep for the
din of it. The Mother's favored children cried out to her to help them, to ceas
e her rage so that the people could rest, but the Mother was too distraught. She
could not hear them. So great was her distress and shame that she took back her
magic gifts, and would not speak to her people.
Now, in those days, there existed a far older race than our own - the Earth Peop
le. They were a great and mighty race, and watched over the land with powerful m
agics. Strong weapons and armor they possessed, whose power did not come from th
e Mother. The Earth People fought back against the disease with which the evil Z
ern had infected the Mother. They made war against the monsters, killing them in
great numbers. Finally they cut back the overgrowth, wiped away the Mother's te
ars and cleansed the land. When the Mother saw that her children had been saved
from the harm that had befallen them, she ceased her cries and once again smiled
upon her people.
Some say the Zern will one day return to finish the job they once began, but wor
ry not, little ones. The Mother has closed her eyes, and never can such a terrib
le fate ever befall us again. So say your prayers tonight, and thank the Mother
for her wonderful gifts. Because, although her eyes are closed, her ears are alw
ays listening.'"