Ovos- The lost year and the Dark Pilgrimage

The Lost Year
   As those who might be saved began the Dark Pilgrimage and slipped below the earth, those who would be lost slipped from history. Under a hotter redder sky they struggled and fought. Among their number were the diviners who had brought back the truth, and they drove those on the surface with mad purpose. All manner of ancient threat and desperate reaver sprung at once. The sun grew. Seas rose and ice flowed drowning land that was fated to burn. Mountains crazed and cracked, their roots exposed to the light. The sky howled as it bred great storms and fanned great fires. The sun grew. The races made good on their pacts with the divine. The divine made good on their pacts with the races. The sun grew. The world became a ball of flame; twin to the red bloated sun. The sun grew.

The Dark Pilgrimage
   It was a small portion of the surface peoples that traveled down into the earth once the new sun was born. But still they were many. It was a small portion of the pilgrims who fought through realms the deep peoples bringing them low. But still they were abundant. It was a small portion of the crusaders who survived the terrors of the suns death; that shook the world as even the great work had not. But still they were sufficient. It was a small portion who climbed free to be bathed in the light of the New Sun. But still they were enough.