"He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
The world is slipping into nightmare
It desperately needs heroes who can hold the line and turn back the darkness. Unfortunately, we have become the very thing we spent centuries fighting. In many cases, we can no longer distinguish between the light and the darkness, between good and evil - which is terrifying because evil will follow you home and strangle you in your sleep. Equally chilling is that those who purport to represent the light, when confronted with the terror of true darkness, will do the same.
For centuries, we were ruled by tyrants, old ones, powerful beings that contested with one another and forged shining empires on our backs. We were their soldiers, their maids, their workers – their slaves. We suffered, bled and died to help them tame both nature and the supernatural so that they could bend both to their will. They called us their children and we followed them, unaware that they had snatched us from our mother’s breast while they pillaged her for our inheritance.
But some of us awoke and realized that no matter how high we rose in their service, no matter how great the position or wealth they bestowed upon us, that we were all slaves and disobedience was met with the sword, fire, and the whip.
Eventually, war consumed even our Lords, so much that our revolutionaries found their purchase and emancipation won.
But those who had looked for freedom to bring peace and prosperity were horrified. After centuries, everything we learned we had learned from our former masters, our former Gods. Liberation brought only infighting, retribution, genocide, and the great diaspora of peoples as new tyrants struggled to rise to fill the void left by the old ones.
It is in this turmoil that the Kabal’s rose to prominence. From three ancient lineages stretching back to the mysteries of the old ones – their secret combinations, secret societies, cults, orders and fraternities live on. They give meaning, purpose and identity. They cut across social, cultural and racial boundaries. They were ruled by tyrants then and they are ruled by tyrants now. All are stained by them, even those purveyors of light. For they reason that when bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.
There we find ourselves, in the center of the contemptible struggle. The roots of corruption growing in the mud beneath our feet. The children have become the parents, and we continue to allow ourselves to be enslaved by invisible bonds few can see.
And so it is… where unity should have been found, tribalism and division abounds. Those seeking to champion the cause of the weak behave the same as those consolidating their power. All divide, deceive, and manipulate while ancient horrors still roam, and we create monsters of ourselves.