>>14145901Long ago, in distant eons past, the Benthos and the Nekton lived in peace. War was not known, and the seas were bustling with trade and culture. The denizens of the deep, the Abyssal ones were renowned as great smiths and though they lived in darkness, they learned to wield the Subtle Light, the substance that shimmers through all that lives. At the height of their power, Hephaestus of the Great Shell forged the Orb of Benthos, using all his skill to incorporate the Subtle Light into this marvelous orb. The Orb of Benthos become a wonder to all, a beacon of light and joy to shine upon a bright future for all.
Alas these times were not meant to last, for the newly evolved Nektonic Reptilians grew jealous of the Subtle Light of Benthos, and in their jealously they schemed. They sought to take it for themselves and declare themselves the masters of the Great Fluid.
The ensuing wars were long and brutal, many fell before to the jaws of the Nektonic traitors. Many Benthic cities were reduced to rubble, yet the Orb was kept safe, beyond the reach of monsters that so desired it. Those of the Nekton who wanted no part in this madness fled to the Desiccation of the surface. Yet they would find no respite there. They were perused by the hated reptiles who ruled them as tyrants until the great cataclysm, leaving the surface to ancestors of the pink ape, or so it seemed...
