Chaos comes to this world. A step each year, a step each day, a step each moment, it marches, lighting up the flames of souls and putting out many more in its wake. Where there was tranquility, Ruin now reigns. Where there was certainty, Havoc now takes place. Entropy and Discord break in from beyond the physical, and the physical shatters.

This power radiates far beyond the Eldritch Empire. In its own lands, it manifests as pure potential suffusing earth and air, as promise guiding mortals to greatness, and as the power of each imperial citizen to disregard what limits the rest. On its war-torn borders, it manifests as the uncertainty of battle, as that intangible influence that turns the outcome in favour of the fearless and the adaptive. And beyond, in lands yet unconquered, it manifests as division, doubt, and the erosion of ideals. Convictions crumble, compromises are made, and Creation soon loses its vibrance, hampered by its shapelessness in its attempt to fight back.

The weak and the lethargic despair. The deluded fight back. The fearless rejoice.

A new empire stands: the Empire of Ruin. Our guide is Ambition itself, the innate desire in us to create, to change, to tear worlds apart, and to shape them to our will. Our goals are our own. Our means are unrestrained by the concerns of others. Through this dedication to ourselves, we stand victorious against the masses, our triumph as certain as the triumph of Chaos over Creation.

To the independent of you, the Empire extends her eldritch hand. Join us if freedom and power are what you seek, for no other nation can provide them. The fruits of our ambition lie before you. Join us in this advancement, and you will become our equals as we assert our will over Sapience and defy the confines imposed by the Divine.

The rest of you, the unambitious and the fearful, may ignore this call.


Ulvin Devi
Imperial Ambassador

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Sarapin, in the year 922 AF.