The Song of the Qui-Chi
A brown tide spread across the waves, and the endless sea of the Blue Age slowly died. All life sprang from this sea. Without it, life could not survive beneath the azure sun. It was a desperate time, and it called for desperate measures. The halflings used their mastery of nature to manipulate the very building blocks of life from their outpost-a stronghold that would one day come to be called the Pristine Tower. By changing the sun so that its energy could be focused through the tower, the halflings were able to kill the brown tide. But changing the sun also changed the land. The sun, once a blazing sphere of brilliant blue, shifted to a radiant yellow ball. Its rays bombarded the planet, causing the brown tide to dissipate. But as the tide disappeared, so did a portion of the endless sea. Dry land—not swamp or even marsh-emerged from beneath the waves to replace the receding water. From the Pristine Tower, now glowing with the energy of the yellow sun, the halflings worked their technical skills. They initiated a time of spontaneous creation, and this period came to be known as the Rebirth. During the Rebirth new creatures appeared at an amazing rate, finding life in the shadow of the halflings’ glowing tower and spreading across the land. Some creatures survived, others disappeared in an instant, but the land was generous; animals and monsters alike continued to file into the world after the devastation of the brown tide. Vast forests grew across land that was once submerged, and still more creatures crept about the land. The halflings’ high civilization came to an end, for those who had fled to the mountains and hid underground soon forgot the principles of nature manipulation in the struggle to survive. And the last halfling nature-masters gave this new world its; greatest gift: They transformed themselves into new races, becoming humans, demi-humans, and other humanoids so that they could repopulate the world. These races resumed the business of civilization. A new paradise was born, but not without pain, sacrifice, and great loss. The world of the halfling nature-masters died, but a new world emerged from its ruins, thanks to The Rebirth. With a yellow sun in the sky, a good proportion of land to water, and vast tracts of emerald forests, the Green Age began.