Centuries ago we were a prosperous empire, we conquered thousands of countries, unified millions of people and grew every day but our greed drew the eye of the gods above. They watched us as we gilded our main halls and horded gems of all sizes and colors, our saints were made in gold with diamond eyes sparkling in warm candle light and while we expanded our revere for the divine waned before the gods were mocked, hallow versions of their once great selves. Then it happened, the sun did not rise, it was dark with the star refusing to shine, then fire rained down on us. It was as though war was cast on us by the gods, we were destroyed, the empire collapsed with the destruction of the royal family and now we travel in nomadic peace worshiping our gods as they ought to be, praying that one day they will allow us to once again rise to the glorious empire of old.

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