The Song of the Qui-Chi
The Green age
The Green Age began approximately 74,000 years before the current age, when Athas was a verdant paradise beneath a blazing yellow sun. The new races filled the vast forests and fertile valleys, learning the art of civilization and forming great societies. Tribes formed villages. Villages grew into towns. Towns developed into cities. Cities joined to create nations. It was a time of honor and abundance, and the Athas of today is but a pale, sickly shadow of its former brilliant existence. While humans, dwarves, elves, gnomes, and the other new races prospered, the remaining halflings continued their spiral into savagery, They moved farther from the walled towns and villages, disappearing from view. Great cities sprang into existence. Soon an intricate series of cobblestone roads wound through the vast forest, connecting one city to another. A city grew in the valley where ancient Tyr’agi once flourished, and it was called Tyr . . . perhaps in honor of some now nearly forgotten memory. Other cities sprang up, with names like Urik and Ebe and Bodach and Giustenal, There were no nature-masters in this new age, and only a small number of elemental clerics practiced their arts, instead, new religions were born, dedicated to new gods who made the young and superstitious races feel protected. These gods, with their opulent temples and elaborate rituals, filled the spiritual needs of the new races, but produced no true clerics. The real power of the age was psionics, which developed through the mutations created by the Rebirth and the power of the Pristine Tower. Almost every living thing had some psionic potential, and throughout the Green Age the Way was fostered to amazing heights. Most people started as wild talents, but soon true masters of the Way were teaching the principles of mind and body to the masses, Psionics provided the means for all manner of conveniences and set a high standard of living for those who dwelt in the great cities. In Giustenal, for example, underground corridors of stone stretched for miles into the water-filled sea that is now the Sea of Silt. With psionics even more powerful than what the best masters are capable of today, ivory platforms provided near-instantaneous travel from one end of the corridors to the other, There were other psionic wonders, but the remnants I have seen in the ruins are beyond even my understanding.