Though centuries since the fall of our Empire, we Eth still grow up hearing stories of what the Empire was like. Of all the wonders it produced, and the cleverness of its people. We are still scholars, wandering nomads carrying tomes in our packs and knowledge in our head, but it is not the same. No Eth child goes to bed without dreaming of what we might have been, cursing what we are.

So, when Aedraxis offered us a change to do just that, there was little hesitation. What did the petty disputes of Mathosian inheritance mean to us? Nothing. Aedraxis offered us a chance to revive our magitech, the foundation of our power, and we took it.