The Destruction of the Andalusian Empire

The Andalusian Empire was great. It stretched from where Adularia now sits in the West all the way to Apis in the East. Great structures, now crumbled with time, show how powerful the empire was, its people certain of their own superiority. So certain of this were the Andalusians, that they began to reject the gods. These ancient deities, who brought life to the world, who send the sun and moons through the sky, and water the plants to bring vitality to all living things, were forgotten by their own creations. Offerings withheld, temples left empty, prayers no longer offered... any being would be insulted, and an insulted god is an unhappy one. Unhappy gods bring unhappy worlds, and the Andalusian Empire began to experience strange happenings. Droughts hit, crops refused to grow, springs dried up. The sun darkened in the sky for days on end. The sea grew too rough for travel and so the Empire was cut off from itself. And then, when it was thought things couldn't get worse, that was when the curse came. It began with a simple cut. Or any injury really. But the moment an Andalusian showed signs of being hurt, the symptoms of the curse would come next. Bulging in their veins, as though their blood was producing at too fast a rate, bursting their vessels and flooding beneath their skin turning parts of their skin darker colors. Large tumors would begin to grow on the necks and checks of the citizens, choking them. They would then die in misery. A curse of plenty that killed. Most of the Andalusian Empire died, the few survivors going on to create some parts of Prodosía. Most of the new world, though, would come from the gods themselves deciding to try again, pulling dwarves from stone and elves from trees, crafting humans from clay and breathing life back into the world to try again. Though why they would decide to try again is a mystery.