Humankind was engrossed in the fight for survival. If someone was not felled by a blade, they instead fell from pestilence, famine, poison, or madness.

Have these plagues been coming from the Horrors? Or were humans bringing them on themselves by killing through tribal feuds and bloodshed, by destroying their own settlements out of greed, and by worshiping false deities who led them to madness?

However, the Horrors did not disappear. They were spreading fear broader than ever before – not only to appease Chors but for their own use, either murdering or demanding offerings in return for peace.

The Old Gods drew silent and turned their gaze away from the surface, divine priests died out, and charlatans took their place – enchanters of treacherous potions and false advisors.

Chieftains were rising and falling, and each one was crueler than the one before, but each of them called themselves gods’ chosen ones, the children of the gods, before they finally said they were gods themselves.

Those are the foundations of new civilizations; this is the motherland of their rulers! Bad tidings await anyone who finds themselves under their reign. Praise be to our people! Praise be to the civilization of the Great Gord!