The world-power once ruling the larger part of the Eastlands, spanning the distance from Fenshire to the Flathead Fjord, is known as the Eastern Empire. Thought to have been a metal-working culture, this civilization ceased to flourish around 1000 BE, prior to ceasing entirely. It is but a small step to imagine the existence of complicated naval trade routes and communications between the East and Westlands.

Several diverse oral traditions that have hitherto been dismissed as myth are highly significant. Nearly every civilization ever studied passes on tales of a great warrior empire in the lands across the ocean to the east. Among these are the persistent tales among various Kovalli tribal cultures, including the Nezgeth, insisting that their forefathers came from an ancient powerful civilization on the far side of the world, across the sea and many lands away.

Archaeologists who have examined the ruined castle grounds in Fenshire have put forth the idea that the collapse of this Eastern Empire was due in some way to the neglect or betrayal to The One Eru, instead erecting peculiar idols to abominable pseudo-gods to which this culture paid homage. It is remarkable that the conclusions made by the discovery of these ruins match what is expressly stated in the Scrolls of Kar’nai:

Know this now. The lord, chief among the Implementors and creator of them all, weaves an unfathomable future. His hand is an intangible force guiding our lives, moving them in inconceivable patterns, by rules beyond our understanding. Witness the fall of the mighty Nezgeth Empire as proof of His majesty. In glory and pride the dark-skinned warriors built mighty castles, souring high to challenge even the Gray Mountains themselves. The entirety of the lands to the east were theirs, across the Great Sea. Giant temples built they, carving into walls of rock, profaning the sacred earth that is Eru’s with false idols of rodents and serpents, the hollow beasts that crawl in the dust.

The lord conferred with his elders and among them there was much argument. Rebellious Implementors cried out in anger, hesitant to see their creations destroyed. Eru in his mercy heard the elders cry and His holy answer will stand the test of the ages. Witness the providence of the One. The Nezgeth in their hubris likened themselves unto the gods. He smiled and understood. Nezgeth pride is merely part of That Which Is.

Causing the golden sword of the sun to fall upon the Nezgeth, He bade them to leave their mighty castles and wander the face of the earth in loneliness. Crossing the sea, the mountains, and the desert, they left their empire behind and now live to serve Him. Understand this. Rather than destroy His own children, He sees the future and finds a place for them in His web of truths. He sees a day when they will arise to their former splendor and destroy His greatest of enemies.

-The First Scroll of Kar’nai, Book Three

Comparative historians have been surprised by the similarities between the Scrolls, the equivalent legends in other cultures and archaeology. Precisely what sort of people rules this land will probably never be known, but it is possible to assemble a brief probable history from highlighting similarities between the plethora of fragments surviving from their respective cultures.

The Nezgeth forefathers in the Eastlands had sinned against the One. Giving homage to worship of false idols, rodents and evil serpents (such as the Ouroboros), they had fallen prey to pride and aggressiveness. As their true god watched in disappointed silence, the early Nezgeth empire took hold of vast stretches of foreign land, pushing ever onward in one military conflict after another. When finally Eru sought to destroy them, he was begged by the Implementors to have mercy upon them. Heeding their cries, Eru broke their empire to pieces, but banished the Nezgeth from their homes.

Over the countless years of exile from their homeland they wandered across new uncharted lands and vast oceans. In the meantime, the survivors of the Platypus Transformation (circa 800 BE) and their immediate descendants were on the verge of uniting under a noble family from Marba and perhaps resurrecting the ancient glories of the Anatian Kingdom. This potential Antharian rebirth was cut short by the sudden arrival of the Nezgeth from the east. The reason behind the sudden collapse of the Eastern Empire may never be entirely clear, but the hordes and hordes of Fenshire refugees turned invaders that sailed across the Great Sea were apparently too much for the fragile Antharia, and all signs of civilized life stop for several centuries.

After passing through Antharia, the homeless tribe took the lesson of their glorious rise and abrupt fall, adhering to the strictest principles of pacifism. Generations later, the Nezgeth would find a home in the hellish deserts of Kovalli, and every day became a constant struggle to stay alive, believing that their deities had led them to this cruel land as penance for their misdeed. Gradually the tribe returned to its former warlike ways, but even then refused to give battle no more than necessary.

Thus the Eastern Empire had came to a sudden and violet collapse, a disaster so thorough that it destroyed any possibility of historical continuity. Even today, age-old castles and temples, and extensive iron-mines in the far northern reaches of the Flathead Mountains now stand empty, testifying to the existence of the wandering Nezgeth tribe, that in 398 GUE would play a role in bringing salvation to the Kingdom of Quendor from the Devil. After their departure, the scattered enclaves of humanoids who were indigenous to the continent, including trolls, orcs, and gnomes began to multiply. These races, referred to in all historical accounts as simply, "the natives," were said to be quite easygoing people. In the absence of the warring tribes, these races abundantly flourished.

SOURCE(S): A History of Quendor, Zylon the Aged