The Second Age The beginning of the Second Age Was a time of wonder. New races strode the earth - The scions of the woodlands, The Elves; The sons of the Earth, The Dwarves; The offspring of the Mountains, The Giants; The light-fingered younglings, The Kenderkin; And amidst them all walked The Middle Race, The Humans. It was in the early beginnings Of this Age That new spells and skills Were discovered, Practised, and mastered. New classes of Heroes rose To walk the paths of the Light The paths of the Dark, Or the narrow path of Neutrality. There arose great explorers and Great champions of the Tournaments of the Lance. The seasons turned, The Age entered its maturity, And the Gods began a new era Of Creation. New races sprang up amongst us Fades, Trollocs, Aiel, Ogiers, Lycanthropes. So many that memory fails to name them all. And new classes of heroes arose - Psionicists, Dark Knights, Elementalists, Liches, And all the other arcane classes Of unique abilities. Of phenomenal powers, And capabilities of such wonder That they could Scarce be believed. The World became a land of Thunderous might. Heroes warred for gain, For greater glory and achievement, For loot, plunder and riches. Mighty Clans arose To claim title and power, Mighty Clan Wars Thundered across the skies and Shook the fabric of the land. Such was the glory of the early days Of the Second Age. As this glory of the Age swirled and flashed In the spinning might unleashed Of those who walked the lands and seas, Slowly the world changed once again. The hidden cracks in our souls began To manifest themselves, to show, To grow and gnaw at our beings. And all the glorious shining armour Became mere shells Hiding the writhing rot within. Baser instincts and blackest desires To dominate and domineer, To bully and sneer At the small, at the weak, At the less powerful, At all who could be Victimised, hurt and ruined. The power of the Second Age Was spinning out of control, Was swirling beyond reason, As the balance tipped Into Insanity, Into Hate and Stark, cruel Fear. Then came the Second Great Darkness The End of the Second Age. For the Gods decreed that this could not be. This was not meant to be. All was smitten from the world, All was smashed To dust, Blasted, scoured and burned out Of existence.
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