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I write these words to you as a warning. A warning of what could happen in the future if faith is lost and darkness consumes the souls of men. The future is bleak indeed. I have foreseen the change, and the end of the time of the totem gods. I shall write what I have seen down and you can make of it what you will. Be it a crazy old man's tale, or a prophetic nightmare. I saw the murder of the high priests of all four totem gods. Their blood on the floor of their temples, forming puddles that took the shape of their gods. Most gruesome and unholy murders they were. A search was performed for the culprits but nothing ever turned up, and the people grew weary and afraid in their homes. They stopped going to the temples to offer up tokens of their worship, so in return the priests shut the doors and changed the focus of their lives. A few remained in case a worshiper showed up, and continued to carry on the old ways. Many a year passed by and though the people came and went as they pleased again. They forgot all about the totem gods, and the importance of them in their lives. The totem gods, feeling unneeded, decide to leave the mortal realm and seclude themselves in the privacy of their immortal lands. And so they left the realm of man, perhaps to never again return. This had unforeseen and terrible consequences upon the realms. As soon as they shut themselves away the sun vanished from the sky, and magic slowly started to lose its power. The people were terrified, for they had no idea what had caused such an unspeakable thing to happen, when a young priest traveled down to the village and told the people that the totem gods had left the mortal plane and taken with them the gift of magic and their beacon of power, the sun. The people cried out to the heavens for the totem god's forgiveness, but it was too late. They had shut off all channels to their realm of existence. Ancient enemies of man started to re-appear now that the sun was no longer shining upon the lands. With magic failing at an alarmingly quick rate the people were forced to take up arms against these new enemies. Things persisted like this for the better part of a year. Mankind was at the brink of extermination and all hope was lost, when a young priest was attempting to make contact with the gods, and heard them talk back. Hope was not lost! The people could return the world to what it once was and rebuild their cities. The gods wished only to be worshipped and needed. They would return to the mortal plane when all enemies of the light were vanquished from the earth. And so the people waged a terrible war upon the darkness. Many lost their lives and many more were wounded. The final battle was at hand, the battle that would decide if darkness won, or if light would return to the land. The two vast armies crashed into one another, both fighting for their way of life. The armies of darkness pushed in upon the men, threatening to crush them. They cried out to the totem gods for help, and their prayers were answered. The sky split and light slowly returned to the world. The totem gods themselves came back to the world and assumed physical form. They fought alongside the humans, pushing back darkness. With a mighty roar the human armies and the totem gods destroyed every last one of their enemies. The future was secured. They could rebuild everything, and would never again wage war among one another. -Devlyn | |