This, my children, is the final tale of the days of yore, when the world was still young and all of God's peoples struggling to become supreme when they knew that only one could in the end. It was ultimately the will of God that propelled the Roman peoples to heights they had never even dreamed of and cast down the other pretender civilizations. The time that we now refer to as the Final Ages officially began with the sacking of an Illyrian city by Egyptian pirates, who had gone so long without seeing the light of God that they knew not even how to work metals and instead fought with their teeth and nails. In this age even though there were great advancements made by the Africans and Romans in the fields of culture and philosophy, heresy and iconoclasm ran rampant amongst the lesser civilizations, with entire cities turning their backs on god and then being struck down by His might. In the finals years of this age the only safe places to hide from heretics, pirates and the many dangerous beasts of the world were the African and Roman empires, and both seemed destined to continue their glory forevermore. However, the African king known only as The Quill soon took power after his father's untimely demise, and he proclaimed himself, as the leader of the largest empire in the world, as being God's equal. This hubris did not go unnoticed and soon the African Empire was beset by plagues, entire cities destroyed by great volcanic eruptions or captured by savage Egyptian pirates. Next came the famines and pestilences, which all but wiped out the African peoples and soon only the Romans were left, rewarded for their obedience with 1,000 years of peace and prosperity. And that, my children, is how the story of the First Nations came to its close.
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