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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Stormonu" data-source="post: 5426362" data-attributes="member: 52734">A revised opening introduction, is this any better?[sblock] I am Am’Al-a-Quna, the thirty-third scribe of his Imperial Majesty, Emperor August Macatheriel Hameru the twenty-third.  As instructed by his lordship, I today set pen to parchment to record the state of the lands within and without the empire as they exist in this age, as of the year 1735 of the Imperial year, on the 13th day of the month of Skateros.  I shall, like my predecessors, begin my survey with the history of the Empire to the current age.  Unfortunately for I and my predecessors, our knowledge of the world before the formation of the Crimson Empire is riddled with holes, which the enemies of our Lord all too gladly attempt to fill with lies and other falsehoods for their own agendas.  We do know, unfortunately, that the Empire once spanned an area far beyond the collection of huddled cities our empire has become.  Though great are our cities raptor-riding defenders, the dinosaur-infested deserts between cities can only be safely traversed by the most cunning caravans.  The open lands of Axathium across the sea are now a haven of pirates and corsairs, where once they were exotic ports of trade in the northern realm of Eth’Authurum.  Likewise, the revitalized lands of the Kraken-worshipping blood casters of Norcast are no longer in our grasp.  We still weep for the loss of far Savathuram, once a botanical wonder and now the blasted home to the hungry dead that seek to slake their thirst on our citizens.  Our greatest woe is perhaps the loss of the great palace at Thyventhos, where many of the imperial linage were cut down in their prime.  Thyventhos still stands amid a land teeming with dragons and passionate elementals, but it no longer answers to the empire at large.    Inhuman races stand ready, greedily casting their otherworldly eyes at the wealth of our cities.  The anhiyawen, mere animals given a mockery of the human frame rule our ancient enemy of Durathast.  The spirits of nature we call the fey have turned the natural world against us in the wooden race of the elves that stand vigilant against us in the Zapathos Forest at the opposite bounds of the empire.  How can we forget our folly with the stony race of dwarves that we created and who then turned against us – taking the Grimjaw mountains for their own?  And many would believe that the distant lands of the Tyres Haul – those dragons cast in Hameru’s blest form he gave to us – are too far to be trouble for us, but can we forget that the conquering Norcast came to us from afar either?  But I get ahead of myself.  For at the dawn of the Empire, when such a thing was a new wonder to behold, these lands were wild and untamed.  The empire sat in a fertile basin, a realm now known as the Blasted Wastes.  The capital of that young empire was the golden city of Asul – great has been it fall!  [/sblock]</blockquote>

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