Post by Justinian Ezkantion on Feb 14, 2019 2:35:22 GMT
Before the Years of Iron and Steel, when the first men and women to find their footing in civilization's perilous edge, came the first Empires. Civlizations would rise to pre-eminence, birthed from a harsh womb into an unforgiving world. Now they will stretch their limbs, and for the first time, they will move as all creatures do. A nation is no less than an organism. It grows, it consumes, it reproduces, and eventually it dies, hopefully passing the torch to its descendants. You are one nation of many. What will yours accomplish? Will your little birdie learn to fly, or will it smack into the forest floor?
This is...
THE AGE OF BRONZE
It is a peaceful night all across the Kothoric Sea, and a clear one too. All the stars are putting on their show for the people on earth. Nights like this are what may have inspired the endless gods of pagan faiths, and the infinite nature of the divine. The Milky Way streaks through the middle, often called the "Backbone of Heaven", almost like a tear in the firmament. Inside is a glimpse of heaven itself, where the light would blind the unworthy souls of mortal men.
Old men and women of every culture, their working years long behind them, often share a single persistent thought with the young children who lack their parents' chores. They wonder if their fellow man all over the world is staring at the same sky they are, and what they might be like. Some of the more imaginative ones even imagine the stars and planets themselves could hold other men hostage to drab normality, and whether they might one day be gifted by the gods to see as they do, and look upon the stars as a child does upon an anthill. This is for the gods to decide, though, and they are too often pulled back from dreams of that sea of stars, and toward more grounded things. The lands around the sea are not tame, and cultures are beginning to clash. An apotheosis will come soon, and it will not come easy...
This is...
THE AGE OF BRONZE
It is a peaceful night all across the Kothoric Sea, and a clear one too. All the stars are putting on their show for the people on earth. Nights like this are what may have inspired the endless gods of pagan faiths, and the infinite nature of the divine. The Milky Way streaks through the middle, often called the "Backbone of Heaven", almost like a tear in the firmament. Inside is a glimpse of heaven itself, where the light would blind the unworthy souls of mortal men.
Old men and women of every culture, their working years long behind them, often share a single persistent thought with the young children who lack their parents' chores. They wonder if their fellow man all over the world is staring at the same sky they are, and what they might be like. Some of the more imaginative ones even imagine the stars and planets themselves could hold other men hostage to drab normality, and whether they might one day be gifted by the gods to see as they do, and look upon the stars as a child does upon an anthill. This is for the gods to decide, though, and they are too often pulled back from dreams of that sea of stars, and toward more grounded things. The lands around the sea are not tame, and cultures are beginning to clash. An apotheosis will come soon, and it will not come easy...