Sunday, January 22, 2012
One function I did NOT perform for my masters was historian, though I have learned much while in their service. With access to my library lost, I am unable to give much more than the sketchiest description of history before they brought me here.
In the beginning, my masters were one of many races that made up a great empire; an empire that was old when my masters were young, a decadent empire that was losing control of its borders. My masters fought for the empire but in time the empire crumbled and my masters were enslaved.
For centuries they were slaves to other races, but there came a day when this new empire, too, began to crumble, and new barbarians came from beyond the borders. These latter barbarians had weapons of unimagineable power, weapons that not only killed, but other weapons that shattered the very fabric of reality; thrusting entire kingdoms through the gaping holes that appeared temporarily each time they were used.
My masters refused to fight, and were spared, but their old masters were simply replaced by new, crueler masters. They plotted and schemed, and finally succeeded in stealing one of the weapons, only to be betrayed. Punishment was swift, and harsh. Most of their race was killed instantly, and before they could use the weapon even once, another was turned on them, reality was shattered, and they were thrust into another realm altogether.