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In the beginning there were the Old Ones, the elder gods. They have been called 'primordial deities' by some. For a long time they ruled the earth, not just patches of land like Greece or Egypt but the entire planet. For that reason the demi-gods, Walkers, were created to assist the Old Ones.

One by one we came into being, and when the Old Ones decided they were bored they created man. For thousands of years man wandered the earth with little more than the hides on their backs and faith in their hearts. We gave them basic necessities, protected them, and reveled in their worship.

When knowledge was given to the human beings everything ended. My lover had given it to them as a plot to overthrow the Old Ones. It was a seed that would take most of man kind's life to grow and mature. They learned, developed, and created.

Not only was man no longer in need of us, they replaced us. New gods rose. The Old Ones left, no longer welcome. We Walkers, bound to the existence they had created, went into a deep sleep.

Millenia passed. All but a handful of humanity turned from magic, determined to discover life's secrets a different way. In the end it destroyed them, or rather they destroyed themselves with the knowledge they had gained. They called this 'science', and it would be the Walkers' redemption.

The few who remained true to the old ways, to the Old Ones unwittingly resurrected us. We were to pave the way for the Old Ones to return, stripping mankind to the bone so they would welcome the resurrection. My lover has other ideas, knowing the time has come for the fruition of his plans...

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