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"Once there was nothing, a great chaos of nothing. Eternal to itself. Then there was Order. Order came from the nothing and created the materium, the physical world. In its quest for control, it created disparity, and from disparity came corruption. With corruption came the immaterium, those non-physical worlds beyond the event horizon. Corruption and Order battled, and broke upon each other for an eternity, forging weapons of immense size and power across the voids of materium and immaterium. Neither could gain foothold over the other. Their very natures empowered them further. Then there was the Third, and the Third was given the first choice, continue along the path of broken futility, or descend. At the cost of oblivion become more. Then there was more, then there was life. The first life broke and shattered at the cost of the Third and the first death, but then came more. Life spread to all corners of existence, to even the depths of space. Those ‘children’ of the Third, no matter how estranged. No matter how suckled upon the blood of first or second. Order fell first, and broke, leaving its scattered ashes across life, giving them the desire for more, faith in something greater and all the pain it causes. Corruption fell slower, and broke into shards, gods in between the cracks of oblivion. Some intent upon seizing the forming existence. Others content to await the day their time would come, as all that is, is doomed to break. Or so it is said. This was the inception of our existence, of which our small universe is only a very small part of. A reality built upon a broken battleground, of unknowable size, and a single radiant corpse. This was a long time ago. Let us look a little closer Before this universe there was another. In which the bastards of corruption attempted to force entry into this reality at the heat death of the universe, to become consumers of the next one after. They drew cults and bade them to work in the places they could not reach, and readied their entrance. What they did not suspect that the little monsters that had infested this existence had the gall to oppose them. When that reality broke apart beneath the strain of dying suns, expanding black holes and tears in time and space, the great old ones came, and found an army awaiting them. From across time and space they came, life of all forms and sizes. From all places in time they had come. Some in ships so great they seemed suns unto themselves. Other creatures the size of moons with fangs like mountains. All with their hearts burning a madness overwhelming as to struggle against the gods. Of the tens of millions of sapients that stood against the gods, three thousand four hundred and twenty six survived. These would found the order of the wanderer, The Travellers. The order which you we’re just inducted to. So tell me little skin thing who stands in the halls of your elders, who are you?" [Wake up.]