The Raising of Nippon
Over eight thousand years before the present time, the Old Ones came
to the world from the dark gulfs between the stars.
No one knows their purpose, save perhaps the Slann, but it was they
who seared the brand of sentient life onto the plains and valleys and in the
mountains. Using magic undreamt of they created the Elves and the Dwarfs, the
Lizardmen and the Ogres.
And the Orcs… The Orcs they brought with them as tiny spores,
blowing where the wind would take them to fester and grow in the damp shadowy
places of the world.
Tales are told elsewhere of these times and of the gift of magic
that the Old Ones passed on first to the Slann Mage Priests, and then to the graceful
Elves; but here we concern ourselves with tales never spoken of before; facts
concealed from previous chronicles. For there is an action that was taken by
the Old Ones then that is little known in the Old World and all but forgotten elsewhere;
something that occurred scant years before the Great Cataclysm that ended the
Old One’s plans for the world for all time.
Far from the land that would one day be called the Empire; far from
Ulthuan where the young Elven race looked up at the moon in wonderment; far
even from Araby and the Southlands; beyond the great continent of the Old
World; lay a dark stretch of turbulent ocean.
Coming down from the empty skies at dawn, the Old Ones reached out
with their power – a technology that none save them could understand – and as
they gestured, the waters split. A chain of beautiful islands rose into the
sunlight for the first time spanning hundreds and hundreds of miles.
Here, in the land the Old Ones named Nippon, the oldest of human civilizations
was brought into being.
The Old Ones blessed these first humans with great strength and with
wisdom; they whispered to them the secrets of the winds of magic; and they
gifted to this people a handful of wondrous jewels.
These brilliant stones contained the most powerful enchantments and
were known as the Eyes of Providence. It was said that as long as they remained
in Nippon, then the land would forever be protected from harm.
The Nippon people flourished under the benevolent guidance of the
Old Ones and the power of the Eyes; each jewel hidden away; each one separated and
cosseted so that none could steal them. They became a proud and intuitive
people, living in harmony under the cherry blossom and the watchful gaze of
their masters.
But then the Great Cataclysm came, and the Old Ones vanished from sight
as the very poles of the world were torn asunder, becoming gaping maws into the
Realm of Chaos. If they were slain or exiled, no one knows but they were gone
and never more did they return.
Their kindness was torn away from the Nipponese people as it was torn
from the rest of the world, and this nascent culture; this civilization with so
much potential to change the world; was left very suddenly alone.
To the far north, the wastes became a maelstrom of chaos energy, an
eternal source for evil and corruption, and to the south… oh so near to the lovely
beaches of Nippon, the wastes became the harbor of Daemons – billions upon
billions of gibbering squawking monsters whose only desire was to extinguish
the living.
But the Eyes of Providence still remained in Nippon and for now,
their brilliance provided a bower of safety for this ancient civilization. The
daemons could not cross the water and make landing as long as they remained.
The Old Ones may have gone forever, but their enchantment and
protection continued...
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