They burned...all of them... the cities and castles, man and animal, the earth, the water, the sky... they burned...they screamed. Vanishing to ashes...howling, raging, crying, begging.... the eye....that glowing eye...I saw it...felt it. It swallowed them, burned them.... scarred the world...brought us twilight, fire, ashes...oblivion...the eye...it burns....it burns....It was the single defining moment. The end and beginning of an age. A cataclysm that would change the very face of the world. A disaster that would scar humanity for millennia to come. The Age of Wrath The time before was perhaps the most violent in all of history. The Five Great Realms of Man, long centres of unparalleled prosperity and peace, tore each other apart with a ferocity never seen before or after. Weapons, brought from the darkest parts of genius minds, unleashing godlike destruction. Entire nations wiped from the earth. Armies of unimaginable size, butchering each other without thought or mercy. Over 700 years' war followed war. In the ever-shifting alliance system one power could find itself the victor in one moment and utterly beaten in the next. Broken, bloodied but not destroyed, for even the "victors" had paid an insane price, then too weak to strike a killing blow. Peace was made. The nations recovered. Than war reared its head again. Oblivion Hour
- Master Gerion the raving Dreamer, describing his Vision of the Cataclysm -
The Three took centuries, carefully crafting our world from the void. Within an hour it was broken apart.At the height of the last war...the world was obliterated. For a second there was no sound, the world seemingly standing still. Than a soul shattering thunder. A roaring storm of fire. The earth was torn asunder, the Agean Sea boiled away, a thousand rivers evaporated. The mighty torrent of flame that broke the earth, shot into the heavens, forming a maelstrom of red, orange, yellow and black. And around it day became night, the air turned putrid and poisonous as ash descended from the sky, covering all things living and dead in a shroud of grey. How long exactly the cataclysm lasted is not known. Any thought some could have had about such matters drowned out by the howling, screaming earth, as it was reshapen. Darkness fell upon the land, from west to east, north to south, the only sight the roaring pillar of light and flame, in all its awe inspiring, soul tearing, terrifying glory. After moments, hours, days, months, the pillar began to flutter and fade. Eventually disappearing, leaving the world in darkness and silence. A World Reborn As sudden as it had come, the apocalypse vanished, leaving the earth as a burned husk. The great continent spanning endlessly from west to east, had been broken in half. The titanic scar would be called The Great Divide, a canyon miles deep, running thousands of miles from north to south. A few stretches of land had been left standing, becoming islands as the sea that surrounds the world flooded in. On both sides of the canyon, two gigantic mountain chains rose into the sky, having been thrown up by an unimaginable force, dividing the new coastal lands from the interior. In time Humanity found new names for them, The Walls of Dusk and Dawn, Tyanis the east and Scetia the west. The caldera that replaced the Agean Sea and tore into the eastern continent, would in time be known as Tyanis Wound. That what, in the far future, would become known as the Oblivion Hour, gave way to the Time of Twilight. For seven centuries, ash clouds covered the sky and man woke up to a scarlet sun and slept under sickly green moon. In the shadows of the mountains, searing winds blasted ash covered plains. The air itself seemed out of control, weather changing without sense or order. The few survivors hid among the mountains, hills or within the earth itself. Mankind had been divided. Those on the Divide isolated from those in the interior, cut entwine by an ocean that would take centuries to form. In time nature recovered. The ash clouds thinned out, the winds cooled down, plants began to grow again, animals and following them humans, left the mountains and hills. Slowly life grew again. And when the calming winds finaly blew away the last shrouds of ash, man found itself under the sun's golden rays for the first time in centuries. It left them both in awe and ecstasy, for they knew, that a new age had just begun. The memory of that first dawn sitting in their conscious, they simply named it the Dawn Age. And while mankind hasn't managed to reach the glory of ancient times, they still thrive. Cities rising, both old and new, kingdoms soaring and falling, culture, art and faith flourishing, Humanity is alive and well. But it has never forgotten...
Manias Cedran, The World of Old -
Over 1500 years since the first Dawn, before that 700 years of Twilight. For millennia Man has rebuilt, climbed from ashes into ever greater heights.... Yet the shadow remains. This primal feeling, this dread and fear that we keep from our first breath to our last. This shadow that follows wherever we go, that not even the suns golden rays can protect us from... The Oblivion Hour has long since passed.... but it left something. I mean not the Divide or the Wound, or even the Walls of east and west. It is something you can't see... Something within all of us...a scar...yes, a scar on Humanity's very Soul....The Odium Eye
- Baran the Bard, As I fade -
From the endless abyss he stares upon the world and where his Odium Eye falls, chaos follows. The Vodarian Church believes that he was born outside creations plan, an anomaly born to wreak havoc before being thrown into the Void by the Father, the Mothers Shield barring him from returning. During the Age of Wrath however, Mankind's unleashed hate, anger, bloodlust and cruelty weakened the Mother, Arrancar striking down upon creation with all his might and causing the world changing cataclysm, before he was contained by the Father and thrown back into the Abyss. Could the followers of the Three-Pronged Star be right? After all, Gerion did mumble of an abhorrent eye during his last weeks.... While the Church goes out of its way in naming Arrancar, many cults and legends speak of this dark one. The cursed warrior that rode to earth, bringing fire and doom. And while similar cultures can have similar myths, the tale of the Abyssal Warrior remains the same, across continents and thousands of cultures and nations. It is older than even the oldest known civilizations and has survived even the worst of all catastrophes. And like the Oblivion Hour, it is a spectre that haunts humanity in both darkness and light. And when the earth is again stained with blood, when man's cruelty reaches abhorrent heights, when slaughter and savagery abound, you can hear the whispers. Beyond creation an Eye has opened. Both land and man wither under the glow of red and black. And the Abyss echoes with the sound of maddening laughter....
Some wise man say that man deserved what came to him. Thinking about the past.....I honestly cant blame them.
- Unknown -
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