The Cataclysm
Listen Children. Long ago, before The Long Night, before The Zut Invasion, our people lived through the Cataclysm and the end of our World.
The K'vut had prospered in their exile from the Makers. And in defiance of them, had turned their backs on the Makers and refused to tell their children or their children's children of where the K'vut people came from. We refused to honor them, to show any kind of respect and their names were as curses - we turned them to flish in our minds and our culture. Be good or Batu Zha will roast you alive. Batu Jun steals children who wander too far. The lies we told about our Makers were numerous, and only got worse. But we told these lies, and more, for generations. We did not know the damage we had caused, but we would learn.
In response to our disrespect, the moons Desh and Kaedh collided. shattered and formed the shard cloud that rings our world. An age of upheaval began, and the Makers spoke once more. From the Stubtu we heard the calling and the voices decreed our doom. The Makers had achieved something beyond flesh, and had become spirits beyond our world. They were masters of the powers of magic that we had as yet not begun to learn. Through this magic, they became more than the beings of immense power that they had been. And they had watched us villify them. Worse, our best tale-tellers had actually channeled magic unknowingly and changed them. Batu Desh and Batu Kaedh were the worst of the mistreated spirits and could not accept what they were becoming because of us, because of our hate. They destroyed their physical homes in the hope that we would forget them and tell no more lies. We stopped, in awe and fear, but it was too late. Our damage had been done. Our fates were sealed.
Ice flowed from beyond the northern mountains every season, but that year, the year Desh and Kaedh collided, it was infinitely worse. And with the unstoppable ice and biting cold came the terrors of The Zut Invasion. But this is not that story. It is enough to say that the Zut slaughtered anything that stood in their way, and the K'vut were driven from their lands. Many refugees fled to the coastal cities and fled the land on ships. More fled south to the southern coast in a fighting retreat that took years and cost countless lives.
Out at sea, and on the coast, the K'vut did an act of pure desperation. They called out to the Makers, invoking them. They decried their actions and swore loyalty, worship, and to build the Makers up rather than tear them down. They swore to Kaedh and Desh that they would never be forgotten and that this salvation would be forever remembered.
And then, after prayers and supplications and suffering, The Long Night began.
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