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In their dying days the Dynastic Houses of Nacirema fell to the decadence of Tenretni Eater Of Filth, the foul dancing skeletal star demoness of Tamoanchan, and succumbed to the strange Weather Cults of Elibmotua, who brought famine and despair when the once fecund soil of the land failed; the gods no longer heeding the agronomic rites of heart-sacrifice, hearts plucked from the chests of tens of thousands of slaves and war-captives, upon the chacmools of their great ziggurat mountain temples. But to no avail; the old gods had abandoned them. Even as the war-treasury of Nacirema strained to feed their fearsome Jaguar warriors, obsidian spear-throwers taking war-captives for endless sacrifice, as the denizens of Nacirema starved in squalor and misery in the shadow of war... The Near War. So called because it was always coming, always Near...
The Clever Spider, the Vodoun Witch-Queen Ananse Peh'Ohlse, had seized the many-coloured mantle of worship the Five Hundredfold Banner for herself and now served as Reign-Mistress of the Nacirema. The Witch Queen Ananse came up with an unusual plan, to make the old gods hear the plight of her empire. In those days before the advent of the Synthemata, before The Discourse of Salt And Iron, savage barbarian tribes built machines from Glass and Sand.
