A long time ago, two ancient races came together to build a ship of ridiculous size and purpose. An ark, one that could sail through the stars and beyond to anywhere that was touched by light and dark. The size of a continent, it was built to shepherd away a host of people and beasts alike.

But this ark was not meant for the two races. No, they built this for a world they had determined had the most fertile ground to raise something new from, something that could face a coming ruin. So when it was finally completed, they pushed the empty vessel out into the currents of reality.

It would never reach its intended destination.

Instead, the force they hoped to subvert would stumble upon this ark and divine its purpose. These things amused it, so it decided not to destroy the craft. Instead, it crippled the vessel and sent it hurtling towards a seemingly dying world.

This world had once been filled with its own magic, which in its early days left it quite chaotic. While the people warred with one another in the beginning, it wasn’t long before groups and collectives formed. One, an empire whose name would be discarded at the height of its power, came to be the largest and most powerful faction on the planet. Its borders expanded until it had a presence worldwide and its elite citizens prospered.

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Once they had conquered all mortal challenges before them, they faced the magic of their world down to claim it as their own.

Scholars and warriors pushed the limits of what they were capable of. Prominent families abused and expanded their often great power. Both the monstrous and the mad attempted to unleash and control powers they had no hope of understanding. In the end, it would be one who was a combination of these things that would shatter everything.

An Emperor, one whose name would be erased from history, destroyed the source of the world’s magic in a vain ritual and brought his empire to its knees. Those they had conquered rose from biding their time, seizing their one opportunity. And amidst that fresh chaos, the ark fell to the earth.

Both imperials and their enemies from across the world watched as the sky tinted crimson and a massive, black disk glided across the horizon in flames. But the ancient races had not left the ship witless, and it hit the ocean flat like a skipping stone. Despite the raised sea level, tidal waves, and mountains it formed as it collided with the largest land mass left on the planet, the destruction left the already shattered world still stable. So the fighting continued with most too afraid to approach the smoldering wreck.

But one tribe, one who had remained mostly secluded in a southern tundra, would be led north into the mighty vessel. There, they made contact with the ship’s creators and changed their world’s fate forever.