It came out from the desolation of the west  to crawl over the lands like the sharp spines of sunlight that grow  in the sunrise. The once mighty cities of glass and gold melted like water and the those artifacts of legend; the crystals of light and sound, the machines that flew without wings, the vehicles that floated across the earth with the speed of lightning, the lost magic arts of circuit and transistor, all these and hundred more, all beyond the thought of those that live today, lost below the ruins and the dust.  

But the Corruption flowed on. Into the body and blood of the people where it burned and ravaged. Most mercifully died, but others felt the very fabric of their being ripped from naked flesh and modeled into the desires of the Corruption. Its monestrous children born upon the world to serve its every whim. 

And then the earth began to boil. The lands moved like seas and the oceans melted away. Mountain became plain, and plain became sea.  

Within the turmoil some survived. Chased by nightmares made flesh, they fled across the heaving earth until they crossed the Sunset Cliffs and there our ancestors decided that here we make our stand. Gathering together the foundling tribes of Oni, Man and Kobito, we taught them the ways of warfare and plow, ship and wheel. We built for them Kingdoms of steel and lance and they worshiped us as savior.  

But the Moonlit Woods called, singing in our blood and calling us south to a land we could call Home. We were forced to leave our new pupils, having learned them all that they could understand. Their new armor of knowledge to protect them from the encroaching Corruptions.  

 And yet they failed. 

Within the merest  twinkling of an eye, they had fallen upon themselves like starving rats. Oni and human kingdoms began to wage the Foundling war over land neither could fill. Headstrong pride fueled  the growing fire, their battles threatening to consume all around them. The Kobito  fled north into the craggy wastes soaked in cold sea. Corruption began to seep into the lands above the Moonlit Woods like oil into water threatening the very trees that grow about you.  

To stem the growing chaos, we resumed our role of teacher. Each side was given guidance and arms, tests of their spirit, their strengths and their weaknesses. 

The last of the Human armies, a half forgotten sect known as the Morning Knights,  fell with honor to Oni blades on the shores of the Dawn River.  

Kingdoms became provinces, foundling tribes molded into mighty armies, a defeated people given purpose in the fields and foundries. Above all, we took out place upon the Moonlight Throne. To rule and protect those who've failed to protect themselves.