โReveal to us your form, oh Maker! So that we may behold he who gave us life!โ
And the Maker, after years upon years of silence and secrecy, finally did as they asked of him.
Why, the myriad faces of monsterkind, disheartened to witness that their creatorโฆ
โฆwas but a mere man.
- Excerpt from The Maker as Told
The story is told in many ways.
By scorn. Sadness. Faith.
I will tell it to you by the way I have always knownโฆ
Truth.
As long as any one man can remember, we have not been alone on this earth.
We are joined by beings of myth. Of legend. Of superstition.
We know them by many names. But we always resort to a scant few.
Monsters. Demons. Beasts.
For centuries, we were viewed by them as food, servants, and playthings.
And our only options were to cower in fear, or retaliate.
Whichever we choseโฆ many of us did not survive.
But time went on. And many things changed.
They have always clung to traditions. Rituals. The strange and the arcane.
We, howeverโฆ
We embraced the future. We thrived on industry. And we built the tools of our uprising.
Guns. Artillery. By smoke and metal, we usurped the position of power.
Those that once hunted us ran as we bombarded them with bullets and cannonfire.
Centuries of oppression, turned around in mere decades.
And they had almost been hunted to extinctionโฆ
Were it not for us.
We call ourselves โthe Engineersโ. We act as saviors, providers, and guardians to non-humankind.
While the war raged on, we worked in isolation.
We built a haven for the survivors of the war. We built creatures of flesh and steel to protect it. And from its depths, we brought gifts of sustenance, endlessly.
We searched for them, found them, and guided them to this place.
And we named itโฆ
By scorn. Sadness. Faith.
I will tell it to you by the way I have always knownโฆ
Truth.
As long as any one man can remember, we have not been alone on this earth.
We are joined by beings of myth. Of legend. Of superstition.
We know them by many names. But we always resort to a scant few.
Monsters. Demons. Beasts.
For centuries, we were viewed by them as food, servants, and playthings.
And our only options were to cower in fear, or retaliate.
Whichever we choseโฆ many of us did not survive.
But time went on. And many things changed.
They have always clung to traditions. Rituals. The strange and the arcane.
We, howeverโฆ
We embraced the future. We thrived on industry. And we built the tools of our uprising.
Guns. Artillery. By smoke and metal, we usurped the position of power.
Those that once hunted us ran as we bombarded them with bullets and cannonfire.
Centuries of oppression, turned around in mere decades.
And they had almost been hunted to extinctionโฆ
Were it not for us.
We call ourselves โthe Engineersโ. We act as saviors, providers, and guardians to non-humankind.
While the war raged on, we worked in isolation.
We built a haven for the survivors of the war. We built creatures of flesh and steel to protect it. And from its depths, we brought gifts of sustenance, endlessly.
We searched for them, found them, and guided them to this place.
And we named itโฆ