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What has gone before....
The Golden Age of Tarmara was not so very golden. There
were no rich and beautiful empires. There were no glorious
kings.
There was no peace.
Cryptic Alliances, closely knit organizations of people
sharing identical fears, enemies, and doctrines, battled
each other for world dominance. Some two hundred of these
Alliances existed, and each would do anything to destroy the
others.
Nevertheless, this was the golden age of Tarmara.
This is because the world's surface was not wasted and
devoid of life.
This is because humanity was not on the verge of
extinction.
Once, Taramara's surface was covered with forests, lakes,
rivers, fertile plains, and oceans. Humankind was free to
walk the surface of the world, free to bask in the radiance
of the sun and the cool night sky. But all this came to a
crashing end....
Two Cryptic Alliances had risen above the rest, The
Gathering of Chaos, and the Fellowship of Steel. Of these
two, the Fellowship of Steel was the strongest. In the last
days of what is now called The Great War, the Fellowship
launched one final attack with an army so immense, nothing
could stop them from asserting themselves as absolute rulers
of Tarmara. All knew this, and all were helpless to prevent
this.
All except for one Cryptic Alliance.
In a last ditch, selfish act of desperation, The Gathering
of Chaos, preferring suicide to defeat, called upon its
darkest secret and invoked an Apocalypse.
A chain reaction spawned a global fireball, destroying the
Fellowship's army. Whole forests were disintegrated, oceans
were evaporated. It was as if the sun itself had
encompassed the planet. In those furious moments, all
Tarmara had been laid waste....
Some Cryptic Alliances survived the holocaust. These were
the ones with the foresight to invoke Spells of Retreat. By
the time the Apocalypse annihilated the surface, some score
and a half of these Hosttowers, which had predicted through
Divination the destruction of Tarmara, had retreated to deep
subterranean resting places and avoided the desecration. As
the surviving members of these Cryptic Alliances began to
realize the full extent of the damage done to their world,
it became apparent that these underdark resting places,
scores of miles beneath the surface, could very well be
there home forever, for any tower that ventured to the
surface soon found all of its inhabitants dying horrible
deaths as their hair fell out from some unknown sickness.
Resigned to their fate, the remaining Cryptic Alliances,
in hopes of outliving their food stores, Cast Spells of
Suspended Animation on their members designed to end when
Tarmara had healed. Every remaining member of Humanity went
to sleep that year, or starved to death. Of those that
slept, each dreamt of conquest....