Post by ingerad on May 5, 2016 0:33:07 GMT
The world is old and the current order, the current civilizations of the world, all lay on top of the bones of ones that have gone before. Even the most mundane commoner may till his field in the shadow of what must have once been a mighty colossus of the past, ruins of varying ages poking up out of the ground like so many little twigs cast unto the sands of time, only stark reminders of what once was. To the people of the land, they are but faint reminders and not very important, a bit of old stonework will not till the soil, cook their food, help craft their wares or anything else very useful. At the best the stone provides an ample source of raw materials for building their homes or other buildings. Convenient, but hardly mysterious or majestic.
Of some of these lost cultures, much is known of and they are at times honored in fits of idealistic exultations, perhaps as proof that the moral backwardness of today must be rectified. Of some, little is known and they serve mostly to intrigue only the scholars and philosophers curious enough to inquire about their origins. And of course, of many, nothing is known. As it is well said, "'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains."
The current order is restless though. Fears are rampant that new changes wrought in the past few decades have seen the bulwark of the world, Askea, which once ran the breath of the known world dwindle and shrink in power and influence. New forces march, looking for glory, power, and often, just spoils. Askea has held the world in her sway for nearly twelve centuries and is approaching her thirteenth centennial, but more now than ever it would appear her bones may soon be among those that dot the earth in mute witness.
Of some of these lost cultures, much is known of and they are at times honored in fits of idealistic exultations, perhaps as proof that the moral backwardness of today must be rectified. Of some, little is known and they serve mostly to intrigue only the scholars and philosophers curious enough to inquire about their origins. And of course, of many, nothing is known. As it is well said, "'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains."
The current order is restless though. Fears are rampant that new changes wrought in the past few decades have seen the bulwark of the world, Askea, which once ran the breath of the known world dwindle and shrink in power and influence. New forces march, looking for glory, power, and often, just spoils. Askea has held the world in her sway for nearly twelve centuries and is approaching her thirteenth centennial, but more now than ever it would appear her bones may soon be among those that dot the earth in mute witness.