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The Fall of Utheria

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A time of darkness, death, and terror descended on Utherous. Unopposed, the armies of the God-Emperor carried his scripture of death from village to village and nation to nation. Remembering the opposition at Ichevat, the God-Emperor decreed all peoples beyond Utheria heretics and unbelievers. There was only one punishment for such a crime…death. Whole nations became charnel houses of slaughter and were left as graveyards. All the while the gods looked on in dismay as they withered away.In their last act, the remaining and eldest gods of Utherous sacrificed themselves. They used their very essence as a weapon to scour the world clean of the God-Emperor and his followers. The skies darkened and turned a blood-red color that morning. Fire began to spill from the heavens, the seas began to boil, and the earth began to heave and split. Even in their withered state, the destruction that occurred in one day was enough to extinguish civilization from Utherous. That was one day….the Red Storm lasted for nearly forty years. The devastation diminished slightly day after day, and like all storms its rage lessened until it was finally spent. Falling from the skies on the world were shards of crystalline power; the blood of the gods themselves. Some were great in size, some slight, but all pulsed with power. Myths and legends speak of those God Shards granting immortality or even god like powers to some, but these were myths whispered by madmen howling at the blood-red skies of Utherous.

 

The Rise of the God-Emperor

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This horrific holy war of arrogance and slaughter continued unabated for centuries. The technomancy of the Empire was as supreme and absolute as the madness of its God-Emperor. Some nations or peoples would make a stand or even push Utheria back some, only to eventually succumb to the seemingly inexhaustible might of Utheria. As more and more races and people who worshiped the true gods perished the gods themselves began to wither. Without intending the God-Emperor was slaying the gods themselves.The free races saw their doom in the legions, flying fortresses, crawling war machines, and dark magics of Utheria. The remaining free races and nations at last put aside their differences and stood together. On a dull grey morning, on an unremarkable field near a small village called Ichevat the fate of the old world…the old way would be decided. War machines so horrific that they defied reason belched fire from the skies as magic unleashed by both sides tore apart the earth. The thunder of cannon could be heard hundreds of leagues away. Poets wax about the valiant struggle of heroes that day, but what occurred there was not a battle. It was a slaughter. Too long had the races and nations stood idle while Utheria grew strong. At the end of the day the last remnants of resistance to the God-Emperor lay broken. The few survivors fled back to their homelands to warn that death was coming.

 

The Red Storm
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A time of darkness, death, and terror descended on Utherous. Unopposed, the armies of the God-Emperor carried his scripture of death from village to village and nation to nation. Remembering the opposition at Ichevat, the God-Emperor decreed all peoples beyond Utheria heretics and unbelievers. There was only one punishment for such a crime…death. Whole nations became charnel houses of slaughter and were left as graveyards. All the while the gods looked on in dismay as they withered away.In their last act, the remaining and eldest gods of Utherous sacrificed themselves. They used their very essence as a weapon to scour the world clean of the God-Emperor and his followers. The skies darkened and turned a blood-red color that morning. Fire began to spill from the heavens, the seas began to boil, and the earth began to heave and split. Even in their withered state, the destruction that occurred in one day was enough to extinguish civilization from Utherous. That was one day….the Red Storm lasted for nearly forty years. The devastation diminished slightly day after day, and like all storms its rage lessened until it was finally spent. Falling from the skies on the world were shards of crystalline power; the blood of the gods themselves. Some were great in size, some slight, but all pulsed with power. Myths and legends speak of those God Shards granting immortality or even god like powers to some, but these were myths whispered by madmen howling at the blood-red skies of Utherous.

 

Rebirth


When the storm had passed, so had the gods, and nothing remained of their world. A new Utherous was born in the Red Storm. The lands forever changed and entire races were transformed by the power of the god shards. The survivors of the Red Storm were left in a shattered world. The survivors forgot the powerful magics that could raise islands into the sky and the steam technology that powered flying dreadnoughts. The daily fight for survival in this harsh new world was all that mattered. Weeks of struggle became years, years become decades, and decades became centuries. The history of Utherous passed into legend and then myth.It was centuries after the ending of the Red Storm before anything that could be called a town emerged upon the face of Utherous. The Humans, once an afterthought in the power struggles between the Athadine and the Utherin, were now taking the first steps towards civilization in this new world. The Ardine clove to the remnants of their high holds, the Dvargar sought refuge in the mountains, and the Ork roamed freely across the plains looting and burning as they went. The Utherin, to their credit and the dread of others, survived. However their empire was gone as were their servants. All that remained was the memory of their God of Slaughter. Some walked away to forge a new path. Others strained to hear the memory of the old blood.

This is the world you have entered…rekindle the ancient flame of civilization or stoke the fires of exploration and domination. The choice is yours, the adventure is yours….