Instead, the Emperor donned a pressure-gel suit and demanded to exit the ship alone. The ship was plunged into disarray and darkness, and its people gathered around the Emperor to seek his guidance and love. This Scribe prefers not to lean on metaphoric language when the accuracy of history is at stake, but in these unusual circumstances, the record may forgive a departure into the subjective: It was as if the ship had been plucked from the cosmos like a berry by some gargantuan hand, rolled between forefinger and thumb, squeezed and tested for ripeness, and then, having been found satisfactory, slung backward in an unknowable direction toward an unknowable maw.Īs a result, the ship's navigation and power systems were so severely disrupted that the Royal Pilots could make no hypothesis regarding their failure or repair.
"Let my Chronicon be a shining beacon of truth in an age muddied by lies."Īfter many days of uninterrupted flight, the Leviathan experienced a violent malfunction. I will lavish this knowledge unto all who prove themselves worthy of my true counsel, and united in love, we will grow fat with jubilation. This era will not be defined by the censors and book-burnings of my enemies, but instead by the golden knowledge of life's most toothsome sweetmeats, happiness and power. Until then, I proclaim a new era of history and future. "I vow to one day return to this place to bring ease and abundance to our people. They will destroy what I have built, and my cherished people will know only suffering under their fear-fisted rule. My empire, built on joy and abundance, has been usurped by traitors who worship only war and brutality. "I am the last and greatest emperor of the Cabal. Said the Emperor to his attendants on the eve of his exile: In this way, the Emperor was placed upon a great prison ship called the Leviathan, and set on an unchangeable course away from his homeworld. The planet heaved and shook with a bereavement so mighty that the usurpers conceded they could not kill an emperor so beloved. Millions of the Empire's most loyal and joyous subjects took to the streets to lash their hides in bloody mourning. On the day that His Joyful Majesty was ejected from his home on Torobatl, a great mania of aggrieved despair seized the Cabal people. His Royal Historians, Scribe Tlazat and Scribe Shagac, are solemnly entrusted with the writing and keeping of these vital records. Upon suffering a terrible betrayal at the hands of false allies, Emperor Calus commissioned the Chronicon, a record of histories to preserve the truth of his magnanimous rule and unjust exile.
The following pages are a true and authentic publication of the incredible deeds and remarkable discoveries of the Emperor Calus, greatest emperor of the Cabal, witnessed by his most loyal allies and recorded by his most trusted scribes.
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