From the journals of Su Chen.
The Undying Empire. 9000 PL. AL: LN, LE. Undead
Ancient beyond mortal comprehension is this Empire, powerful beyond mortal dreams, trancending the boundaries of flesh, death and life, yet time still shrouds it and everything touched by time will pass. Already it is decaying. For mortal beings are not meant for eternal life and immortal minds can still break while the stuff that holds them endures. They know this and despair, for though they do not take pleasure in life their fear of loosing it is deeper than any dread that any being of life can feel. And yet they have surrendered to that which is unavoidable and thus made it so.
They were not always like this. Once their unlife was glorious, thousands of liches made billions of lesser servitors, their palace-cities pierced the clouds and sprawled for hundreds of miles, beautiful and wealthy. Millions of mortals dwelt among them, living like kings, being honed for their eternal unlife to come. Their magic bent heaven and earth to their will and if they had desired dominion of the world they could easily have taken it. But they desired nothing in the world that they did not already have, and then they came to desire nothing. The eldest among them grew bored and slaughtered the living, ending the rejuvenation of their society, securing its stagnation and the doom still to come.
Their power is still vast, their knowledge is still deep, though most is forgotten, and they could still take the world if they should so desire. Perhaps they could be strirred to action once again, fiends have tried to in the past, but though they will defend themselves if attacked it would take extraordinary circumstances to provoke them to aggression. Perhaps if they saw some power threaten their superiority and made them fear defeat and eradication, perhaps... I do not know. I do know that they will not share their lore and will not trade for any price. Ships passing within a thousand miles of their coasts are never seen again and I, one of the greatest mortal spellcasters of our time, barely escaped with my life from their indifferent imprisonment.
9000:0
