When humanity was gifted with the spark of intelligence by the Gods, they looked at themselves, at all that surrounded them, and found the world around them wanting. And so the first humans made their mark on this world with stone and with steel, as the others around them lived their primitive lives, in tents and in caves. And one man, Qathar, stood before the rest, and proclaimed himself ruler. “If any of you would take this title for your own, approach, and we shall fight with the ferocity of creatures below us, and the might of Gods above us.” And all of those who stood to fight him, Qathar struck down with the blows of a true King, and it was known that neither his might nor his intelligence was to be questioned, for truly, he was the best man in the Kingdom. Truly, the man had earned the right to be King, and as his adversaries lay before him, beaten into submission, Qathar looked proudly amongst the people, the people who he called his own.

 

         And thus began the first Kingdom, the first age of stone and steel and fire and writing. And thus began Kubbur, and thus began the reign of Qathar. And he built of stone the first buildings, for his heart was of stone, and of steel he built the first tools, for his fist was of steel, and of fire he waged the first wars, for within his eyes burned a raging fire. A perfect fire, which lusted for glory and progress. As it was fed, the fire only grew, and the First Kingdom became the First Empire. With steel and with gold, they grew bigger and bigger. Emperors came and went, each leaving their mark, for good or for bad, upon the world.

 

          And then came the fool-king, Azibal, whose foolishness and pride was known throughout the land. For Azibal was fool enough to stand before the Shar’Khalar and demand of them great feats. So foolish was he, that he would threaten the Gods upon a great loss or tragedy. And then his greatest sin of all, that of complacency. Azibal was content to sit upon his throne of gold, and to make demands, but let his country rule itself. And so it to be expected, when at long last, a dozen or more Kingdoms trickled into the Empire, and lay waste upon it, dividing the large Empire amongst themselves. And so ended the glorious First Empire of Kubbur.