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ChiZao was a mortal. He mastered the four totems. He created the magic that was the pillar for everything that came after. He was allegedly driven insane by his knowledge of all things. The 'students' he taught, the four totem gods, plotted against him. They sealed him away in what would be the Vortex. They later enlisted mortals in a quest to reinforce their seals that kept him contained, when his power was too much for them. Using lies and twisted truths, they managed to trick the mortals into feeding their twisted seals that kept ChiZao slumbering, while the entire world made use of his magic to continue existing. The vortex was his tomb. A giant camp of militant factions that he kept the peace for when he was awake. When he was forced into a slumber, those same tribes became violent. Ever since then, mortals have fought in their camps. Spending endless hours trying to keep their numbers quelled, in search of even greater power. But that power escaped them. They slaughtered endlessly. They destroyed the most powerful beings of each camp, but no matter the spoils or the might that they gained, they could never master those bastions of power. The mortal races have stalled. Their gods cannot further their ascendance. It has been a long time. Mortals have toiled tirelessly, destroying legion after legion in the name of power. But they have gained nothing. Their power increases, but their grasp of magic and mastery of their abilities have stagnated. The gods have fled the world. Their power is dependent on the magic that ChiZao sourced. They cannot exist in a future without him, because they cannot evolve something that they have no control over. So the world rots. The key to power and progress remains sealed in a forgotten tomb in the Vortex. Time marches on. This kingdom remains in stasis. Too afraid of releasing the key to its future to act. Nothing remains here but mortals and the lingering seed of fear of gods that abandoned them. They keep the stasis. They are unwitting wardens of the cage. We cannot change your minds. Our only remaining power is that we can still implore you to please wake up from your nightmare. Seek any future except this easy lack of one. | |