RevisionistHistory

Nothing just yet - except a fragment of an introduction.

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So it is written and told by the wise...

  In the Beginning of Time, the God of Trickery attempted to 
cheat the Demon Emperor, and in doing so, he allowed the Lord of 
hell one day in which no god could act against him, and death could 
not harvest the souls of the dammed. 
        On that day, the lord of hell assembled the entirety of the 
hosts of hell to march against the heavens, intent on razing the 
Kami's homeland to the ground, thus gaining rulership eternal over 
heaven and earth both.
        Yet all of the Demon Emperor's Ambition was for nothing: When 
the demon emperor threw open the gates of hell and marched forth, he 
found the gates of Heaven not undefended, and was met by force of 
mortal men and women who stood before the gates of heaven.
        The demons were as numberless as the stars, and those who 
stood against them counted only a hundred thousand.  There was no 
hope of survival for the hundred thousand against such an army, yet 
they would not stand aside from the task they had taken up. 
        Yet when the sun rose at the end of the Demon Emperor's day, 
the gates of heaven were unscathed, and the hosts of hell scattered 
and broken on the anvil of those warriors; 
        Of a thousand legions of the most honorable and courageous 
men and women ever born, less than a thousand lived to see the next 
dawn. In that morning, with that sunrise, they looked across at the 
ruined, blasted world of men that the demons left behind and swore an 
oath;   That they would not put down their swords, and they would not 
rest in the face of evil;  That when the demon Emperor came again as 
he had promised, they would be standing still - not at the gates of 
heaven, but at the gates of hell, that he would never again see the 
mortal world.
	And with their swearing, the gods of heaven opened their 
doors again, and heard them. Death woke from his slumber and looked 
upon them, and knew that they owed the hundred thousand a price more 
precious than any before had been owed.
	The gods together blessed them first - that the thousand 
survivors would be each as a thousand, so that, should their numbers 
be less than one in a hundred, they would still have the power to 
hold back the hosts. That they should hold the powers of the Sun, the 
Moon, the Stars, the deepest shadows and the brightest lights, that 
the greatest of all weapons should come into their hands and they 
should breathe the breath of the whole world, and be greater than 
only men.
        Death himself blessed them then - that all who fought that 
day would be born anew, and always ready to take up the fight 
again. Should they die a thousand times, they could never loose the 
battle, for always they would return again, each and every one, 
stronger for their defeat.  
	And the Mother of Life who was Death's consort blessed those 
who had been delivered to him, and gave unto them the power of a host 
of dragons, to stand beside the power of the thousand Lights before 
sending them to their next lives. 
        This is the tale of the Hundred Thousand Shining Immortals 
who stood between the world and the forces of evil in the beginning 
of time.
	This is the tale of the Exalted.