In a time before time, when the skies were still a deep shade of indigo, our ancestors gathered to perform the most revered ritual of the Precipitous Rainclouds.
It is said that the Precipitous Rainclouds were not just a natural phenomenon, but a harbinger of great wisdom and power. The ritual was a time of great celebration, as our ancestors communed with the spirits of the land and the skies.
But, as we all know, with great power comes great responsibility. Our ancestors were not without their flaws, and the ritual was not without its controversies.
It is said that, in the great year of the red sun, the rains came too late, and the crops withered and died. The people cried out for relief, but the gods were silent.
But, as the great prophet, Zorvath, would say, 'When the rains come late, it is not the rain that is the problem, but the people who forget the ancient ways.'