The Bronze Sea & the Reivant
How could anyone ever live in this?
This is the first thought of the foreigners who brave the sands outside the walls of Tharsis or Arabella, as the sun beats down on their backs and evaporates all water not preciously held most dear.
Turn back.
This is the conscious of the traveler, repeating the most sensible option, as he treks across the sands, burning the skin to the touch as they radiate the heat of the land that was formerly home to the greatest civlizations of mankind upon Sartova.
You'll meet the same fate.
This is the realization of the scholar, who delves ancient tombs to uncover the secrets of the ancients, and realizes, to his horror... that the very same catastrophes shall repeat themselves in his home, because the destruction of the old was so thorough that no survivors were left to teach the lessons of the ancestors.
These are the Bronze Seas, the sand-swept old world, ancient home to the First Jeriec Empire, later the edge of Reivanta, and later still hundreds of Forgotten Kingdoms that warred and fought and fell to ruin quietly, leaving a land full of history and depth that had much to teach to the modern age... before each civilization was destroyed, snuffing out the last light of it's people and silencing those lessons.
They call it the fury of the gods, or perhaps the rage of the natural world restoring balance, the land itself rising up to quell any civilization, the disaster proportional to how long it stood against the natural order of the sands. They call it a curse.
Maybe they're right.
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