The First King of Yore: Manis Furin, The King of Madness. Joshua Wilmoth Chapter I: The First Age, An Era Of Darkness. T he watchers smiled upon Dome-Wyrd's flourishing existence, everything had gone according to plan. They created "The First Ones." Whom possessed immeasurable and untold power. The watchers themselves destined The First Ones to create a land of prosperity, ruling over its irrefutable, ever-expanding splendor. They were not only responsible for, but capable of shaping the landscape itself. When the lands formed, bodies of water rose into place. Basins & waterways spawned where the landscape dipped, trees and forests flourished, mountains began to rumble on the plains green surface. Towering surfaces of rocks rose to shake the land, far above the pearly clouds, and shake they did. The rolling hills were graced by delicate white and red flowers, the then land began to shift and elevate. To the east, the ground fissured, a crack rippe...
The page you find yourself reading, is the only documentation, the only accounts of a microcosm infected in a state of perpetual terminus. I, Ghloth The Astral, am one of the four, archaic observers, spawned into creation by the grand archaic ones- The Watchers. Three ages have come and passed, the only light that fills the sky, is the hope that some mortal, somewhere, reading this, might just be the next one to light this doomed lands, fading, and hopeless, worldly fire.