That Which is Forgotten

“Our Families were gone. Half of those who started the journey, never arrived.  We were now a collection of widowers, widows and orphans. Our old families were shattered, our loves lost to the Darkness that was at our heels. 

 The Gods were dead. The few priests who survived could no longer feel the presence of the Gods, their prayers and meditations found only the cold emptiness of a Divine tomb. Whatever had silenced the former inhabitants of our new home had also silenced their Gods as well. We had no higher power to turn to for answers. The old religions and faiths vanished quickly, to be replaced by a small, yet growing cult to the God Unborn, their core tenet being that once the gods made the mortal races... now the mortal races must in turn, remake the gods. 

Magic has changed. The journey to this sanctuary had stripped away our ability to shape the arcane. Perhaps this land’s magic had died alongside its Gods? Now only a maddening silence and whispers of lies await she who opens her senses to the arcane. 

 Our hopes were ash, our lives were dust. We shall embrace our loss and our pain to claim this world as our own. As we have done before."

 -Book of the Exodus 

 “Almost two centuries have passed since the Exodus. The people live in a city, carved by long dead hands, in the side of an ancient mountain. Ample farmlands at the base extend to the Locks, cyclopean metal gates that separate Sanctuary from the alien lands surrounding it. 

The Locks have always been closed. 

They shall always remain closed. 

There is nothing in the lands surrounding Sanctuary that would be of interest to anyone.

 Does not Sanctuary provide all that is needed?

 Haven’t the people suffered enough due to their curiosity?

Yes it is true shadows have fallen on parts of Sanctuary in recent years. Fools read forbidden texts, and cast their minds into the arcane void, or seek counsel with dead Gods. Things stir in this world that are best left sleeping. 

The Darkness patiently awaits us. It is eager to whisper to us the secrets that will be our next Doom.

Content yourself with the life of a good citizen. Do not reopen the wounds carved upon us by ‘wisdom’ and ‘learning’. Be content with what is. Do not seek to open the eyes of the Darkness to us again. We have nowhere left to run.”

 -The words of a broken man to his daughter