Our Great Empire's Glorious History
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- Chapter 1: Our Glory BeginsFifteen years before the start of the third age, our first glorious leader rose to power at the mere age of fifteen. The Emperor, as he would come to be simply known, led our downtrodden people out of a dark age of indigence and wretchedness, guiding us as the bright sun itself shining across our new lands. He became as a god, leading us from a future of ruin to one of prosperity by his benevolent hand, and with his mouth did he speak forth decrees that would see retribution visited upon those who had wronged us prior. The savage Thrunk, a deficient race of feebleminded rats, were purged from our great society in which they did not belong. Next, the putrid Spot Caps (abhorrent mushrooms responsible for murdering thousands of innocent Simaros with their vile plague in the Second Age) were summarily imprisoned, a mercy compared to their prior atrocities. Finally, we turned to the Bruga, but they did not give in to justice, and instead foolishly sought to wage war against us.
- Chapter 2: The UngratefulWe Simaros graciously offered to uplift the humans of the Northern Steppe to a higher level of existence in exchange for their aid in crushing the Brugan resistance, but they turned their noses up at our beneficent proposal and joined those deplorable traitors against us. Yet we, ever compassionate, once again showed mercy and allocated only a fraction of our might against them, offering a swift yet gentle end to the conflict. What did we get in return for our clemency, though? The southern humans of the savannah and their Spot Cap allies turned against us as well. The ungrateful, unwashed masses threw themselves against our armies in the names of their pathetic, false gods and in blatant defiance of the Emperor, and so we visited upon them rightful wrath. We rounded up all the Spot Caps from our prisons and put them to death with a cleansing flame, then went to visit the same fate upon their forests. We used their corpses to concoct a new plague, one that would ravage their bodies with disease like they had done to ours prior, and unleashed it upon all who would see us fall and return to the dark.
- Chapter 3: JusticeOur glorious God-Emperor led us to victory, and we crushed them all beneath the Simaros boot as they deserved. They were killed or enslaved, atoning for their blasphemous affront in our mines, until our skies darkened with the beating of wings. A horde of abhorrent insect creatures had come from across the seas, and they rallied our slaves against us once more. They used unsavory stealth tactics and dishonorable ambushes to quickly overtake us, and we became viciously outnumbered by their multitudes of barbarity.
- Chapter 4: FallOur great god, our Emperor, attempted to save us. He, who had been our guiding light for hundreds of years, sought to shield us from the cruelty of that swarm of vermin, yet he was forced to make the ultimate sacrifice. The human king, allied with the Gwaamuuntii and Brugan gods, murdered our Emperor in cold blood, visiting upon our people unspeakable tragedy. Since that day, we have suffered greatly. We've moved from place to place in search of a new home, yet we have never found one. The great evils of the lesser races have oppressed us for far too long, despite the mercy we showed them. But just as the sun sets, so too does it rise again. Our great Emperor will one day return to us, and by his guiding hand shall we once more prosper and retake our rightful place as rulers and inheritors of the continent.