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Fall of the Pantocrator
In the beginning, there was Chaos.
Out of Chaos rose worlds populated with multitudes of beings. Wars were fought, kings and emperors rose and fell and civilisations were built and crumbled as millenia passed.
Gods, dark and strange, were worshipped in pagan temples. Still there was Chaos. The gods fought among themselves, bringing even greater ruin to those who would serve them.
At last there was One, a Being of Great power and enlightenment, who rose above His immortal peers and cast them out of the Heavens into Oblivion. From Chaos came Order, and with Order came peace, and the creatures of the worlds flourished. The Age of Chaos had ended.
The One banned the vilest forms of magic from this world. Blood magic used to call upon demons was forbidden, and only a few cultists in far away lands dared dabble with these ungodly arts.
Magic was subject to the rule of the Clergy, and arcane knowledge restricted to His faithful followers.
From the great city of Ermor to the shores of Mictlan and Shinuyama, Order prevailed.
But the Wheel has turned once again.
From the sky a great meteor fell upon the Sacred Lands, and a terrible cataclysm followed, as water rose out of the depths, earth shook all over the world and clouds of darkness hid the sun for months.
When the first sunbeams managed to tear through the dark clouds, it was clear that the supreme God had suddenly disappeared.
Prayers are left unanswered and the smoke of offerings rises in vain to the heavens.
Now is the time for the beings of great power and ambition to try their strength.
The Throne of the Heavens stands empty and only the strongest can rise to supremacy over all.
Most people remember that fateful day when a brilliant star crossed the sky to fall upon the earth. The whole world shook, rocked and trembled. Enormous waves erupted out of the sea, destroying many harbours and drowning many ships. Black clouds piled up and hid the sun for months.
When light finally came back, the few surviving sailors reported that the coasts had receded somewhat. It looked like the sea level was lower than it used to be.
Well, to be precise, it was lower in most places of the world, except in the northeast of Ulm, south of the Jotun giants' lands. There was now a great sea where the Sacred Lands used to be.
The country of the One, the Pantocrator, the most holy place in existence, was sunk, destroyed forever by a strange star fallen from the skies.
Everywhere people despaired as the news reached them. Their prayers unanswered, priests and commoners looked for other gods to take care of them.
On the coasts of Pythium, arch-theurgs have sighted a wonderful bird who is rumoured to bring good fortune, and started worshipping this creature, who is rumoured to be mightier than it may appear at first sight.
In Ermor, the emperor Tiberius Drusus Nero Claudius was not long to react to the crisis. He ordered the theurgs to reinstate the old cult of the divine emperor, and the clergy quickly agreed to his wishes, removing the Pantocrator's statues and replacing them with statues of their ruler in the temples of the old city.
In Ulm, the sudden sinking of the neighbouring lands into the sea have terrified the population. Priest smiths swore they would find ways to protect their country from further catastrophes. The few Ulmish people who tried to build boats and fish in the newly formed sea haven't found any fish there. It looks like a sea devoid of life, and most inhabitants are avoiding those shores they deem cursed.
In T'ien Ch'i, the fall of the star didn't cause just the priests to lose faith. Many people thought it was the corruption of the Imperial Bureaucracy which had been chastised by Celestial Beings. Its divine protector gone, the corrupt emperor was an easy target for all the unhappy citizens. A swift and bloody civil war ensued. The old empire fell as three brothers fred its main province, Arshnoc. One of them, Sheran, now leads the country. His brothers, although playing a chief role in the civil war, have disappeared without any explanation, and Sheran has taken alone the burden of leading Arshnoc in these troubled times.
In the island of Shinuyama, bakemonos celebrated the fall of the One, whom they had always perceived as a tyrant. They are said to have appointed one of their kind as the new head of state and spiritual guide. This new leader has managed to salvage peace in his country despite the tensions between humans, bakemono and kappa who inhabit the land.
In Vanheim, the Vanir who were reverred as gods in the old times have risen again and imposed their rules on the human population. Humans haven't been long to forget the Pantocrator and are now building temples to a new god, a giant mightier than the Vanir themselves.
Past the southern sea, in the island of Lanka and the Jungles of Bandar Log, monkeys talk about a divine being called Hanman. If the primates' chatter is to be believed, Hanman would be a huge tree living in the jungle. Or he would be the jungle itself. Or a giant monkey living in the jungle. Or a giant serpent living in the jungle... It's a bit hard to understand what they say, because the monkeys of Lanka are not very clear and not many of them have communicated with other nations.
In the pyramidal temples of Mictlan, high priests say the fall of the One was foretold and that a new cycle is about to begin. Priests of the sky are studying the calendars in an effort to find out what the new era to come will bring to the world. They speak of obsidian and mantis, while the Nahualli who hid in the jungle in turkey shape are returning to the cities as the ban on magic is lifted.
In Abysia, lavamen talk about a sacred glyph of fire which led their people in the past. It was rumoured to have been imprisoned by the One when he took power over the world, but now there's noone left to bind him and abysians have overthrown the human priests of the One and replaced them by their own anathemants. In the depths of the smouldercone, abysian warlocks immediately profited from the disappearance of the One: They started experimenting with their brethren to create genetically superior creatures, half-demon half-abysians. These demonbreds are fanatically loyal to their ancestral god.
Little is known of what happened to the other countries. The Sidhe of Eriu remain in their island, and giants have still been seen in Jotunheim as well as in Ashdod. The priests of Marignon, most fanatical worshippers of the One, haven't been heard of and no news got out of that country after the catastrophe. The winged men of Caelum, the beastmen of Pangaea remain hidden in their mountains and forests, while the tribes of Machaka reverted into their ages-old animism.
The vast cities of C'tis on the banks of the Yellow River are now filled with diseases and men avoid the place, leaving it to its lizardmen inhabitants.
Will one of these new gods emerge as the new Pantocrator?
Are there other beings of great power hiding in remote parts of the world?