Theme: From the Arcane Mists of Prophecy - Visigoth
Thus ended the last extant codex on the life and times of Jimbo, the Thinking Barbarian. For sans corroboration, all the latter tales of this era have long been relegated to apocrypha. Who now recounts the song of nomads from the northern tundra? Of the rise and fall of āltepētls on the sun-baked plain, or in the humid jungles of the world? All that was whispered by the elders fades to myth, and some will doubt that such things ever transpired, as the men of those days came to doubt that giants ever reigned over the earth. What became of those who went before us has seemed destined to remain a mystery.
Until now.
For the four winds blow, the sands shift, and the the topmost pinnacles of step pyramids long buried emerge from out the sea of dust, and answers may be found within the ruins long abandoned to the earth. I am weary, and I yearn for that sleep which the living cannot know, but it will have to wait, because I still have work to do.
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