Nation/Faction RP Thread

Danny089 Eridmius Odeoron

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This Thread is dedicated to the Nation/Faction/ 4x Strategy RP.
here's where the civilizations battle for power and glory. Or save those that are in need.

Also can be character centered rp related to strategy and civilization management, anything goes
 
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Thakgarian Infestation - Prologue
(A Collab made by me and Shadrack Nor. All art assets included are NOT ours in any way. Credit to all original artists)

In a rather lonely galaxy on the outskirts of a larger cloud of galaxies, there evolved a civilization. This Galaxy was unusual as it wasn’t very old as one might have it. And it’s history seemed to have been putting it’s beginning in a fairly strange time. The more surprising fact of this galaxy was the fact that it seems to have been supernaturally manifested by some other-worldly power. Since it was a young galaxy not much intelligence had the time to evolve here yet. But a few primitive civilizations here and there.

As fate would have it, most of these are humanoid form Arothai centered creatures. One such young civilization began to colonize their home star system almost in a passionate rush for vaster exploration and expansion, their hope was shining so high it almost made them look cute.
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A trinary star system with a couple thousand planets out of which one thousand Gas giants, Up until now they manage to colonize a few worlds straight away, massive factory cities were built on the more barren planets, Gas mining stations on the closest Gas Giant, and a few cities on the other habitable planets that accompanied theirs, though they took the necessary cautions to protect from alien viruses, and for the construction of spaceships they built the more aggressive mining units on the multitude of asteroids and meteors surrounding their home planet. One such spaceship, the U.Y. Osbeddion. (United Yotharra - Yotharra they called themselves) Was a prototype of their towering ambition. The now united civilization was trying to reach for other star systems really fast, as their patience seemed to have been lacking, a sin which they would come to regret. They seem to have discovered a pocket dimension lying just “under” the normal space above which their galaxy was standing, all the most brilliant minds across their civilization were summoned to device it’s properties and they discovered that it acted as a compressed space, where if one were to manage to open a portal towards said space, they could arrive to their neighbor stars in a matter of minutes, whereas with their current technology it would have taken them years, dozens of years…

Of course, they never knew of the possibility of life outside their civilization, even if they discovered life on their neighboring planets, they could not fathom the extent of this existence, so they had no idea of what could be living in said space if one could even call it ‘life’… A day came that a group of scientists wanted to update their governing bodies…

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A young Yotharra approached a white sliding door with red neon stripes around. She was one of the more brilliant science students of her generation, and she was on a tour of the science facility in orbit where the spaceship engine was currently undergoing testing. She stood behind her class tour group, as she was making some disturbing discoveries on her tablet. Her name was Alkia’L, and behind the door stood the military adviser and the manager of the facility talking exploration plans. “Uuuhh…” She expressed her anxiety as she was always a bit scared near authority, for no real reason maybe just lack of confidence. She could hear the mumbles of the other two Yotharra speaking there as she swallowed her emotions with an audible gulb. Then she pressed a holo-pad next to the door and a blip sounded alerting them inside. Another Yotharra voice responded after some apparent laughter, “Haha…. Yes, who is it?” The science manager responded with a curious but gentle voice. In her thoughts Alkia’L was expressing some judgements “ were they flirting? Having fun at such an important time in history?” She had her doubts about the responsibility of the government as it didn’t seem to take many smart decisions as of late. In the end she answered anxiously: “It’s, uh… It’s Alkia’L ma’am. I’m a student at the university of cosmic sciences from Tardeus city!” “Aren’t you supposed to be with your class young one?” Tenerr’K Answered her sternly. “Y… Yes ma’am, sorry to intrude, but I’ve been thinking a lot about the plans made to exploit this pocket of compressed space and wanted to somehow present my concerns.” She quickly spoke her part. After which the door opened up, releasing a sweet rosy perfume, the scent of these people when they are attracted to a potential mate. This Yotharra adult was seeming to prematurely celebrate already, no surprises there, the arrogance of those in power seems to be breaching the fabric of space on it’s own. “Ok… Young one, do you think we did not have thousands, no millions of other adults and brilliant minds with years of experience on this subject? What could you possibly have to worry about?” Tenerr’K Answered her sternly yet compassionately. Despite this, Alkia’L took a stubborn breath in, then out through the mouth and started to present her ideas and thoughts. “But… how can nobody have been thinking about the possibility of danger? I mean we are already launching the ship, the development surely must have been rushed!” After showing a few graphs and mathematical equations she continued all the while Tenerr’K thinking of the military adviser seemingly uninterested as to what the young one had to say.

“...And according to these equations I think we should postpone this…” She was interrupted as the launching sequence of the U.Y. Osbeddion started. “Yes young one I will be taking these concerns and your brilliant equations to the fleet management, and if they decide to make a move, the ship can always be stopped.” Tenerr’K slid her finger on the pad of Alkia’L and a stream of holographic data was being transferred on a wrist band like holo-pad emitter on the hands of Tenerr’K. “Now off you go, you need to be with your tour manager, look at the sights of the ship embarking on the journey to the edge of our star system, where the action will take place! You should be excited for your people’s progress!” Tenerr’K ended the conversation as she gently pushed the student towards the observation deck. Grumbling, Alkia’L thought to herself “Psch… authority types be damned!, appreciate her friendliness, but I think her superiors are going to just slide these concerns under the rug, all about pride and capitalism after all, may Halios our God have mercy on us.” Halios was the God that these people have connected with and their ancient religions described him fighting a great darkness before manifesting their galaxy, and a few groups still remain dedicated to this distant deity though most of society became adamant in their materialism. Everybody was cheering as the U.Y. Osbeddion capital ship, launched from the spaceport, and headed on a fast journey to the edges of their solar system.

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The captain of U.Y. Osbeddion clicked a button on her captain’s chair and opened coms to the Headquarters. “HQ? This is Alli’O Captain of the great U.Y. Osbeddion, are we green for departure?” Alli’O enthusiastically spoke. “Affirmative Osbeddion! We hear you loud and clear, may Halios bless our efforts as today may mark the greatest day of our people, You are clear for launch Osbeddion!” Another voice spoke, as trillions of Yotharra were tuning in all over the civilization to see the massive spaceship carrying supplies and tens of thousands of Yotharra astronaut crew launching from the space port. A massive sonic boom was released as the main engines were turned on and the ship started to move forwards. A few minutes later a burst of energy was released as the ship entered its pulse drive mode, speeding through space at unimaginable speeds, to reach the outer solar system. Everybody was cheering back home, ignorant of the doom awaiting them… In the spaceship everyone was celebrating. On the first day on their way to the edge of the system, party music was playing. “...hahaaa, This is great, girl! We are going to be the first to see another solar system!” The captain enthusiastically spoke to the engineer crew as she was opening a champagne like bottle and dancing a bit. “The tests are running smoothly, we are going to be able to communicate back home even during those hours in the compressed space dimension” The engineer said. “Things are getting better and better” The captain joyfully, and maybe even a bit drunk, spoke while hugging the engineer.

10 Days later…

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The U.Y. Osbeddion was above the surface of one of the outermost Gas Giants as the final tests were on their way. They needed the surface of a tangible world to use as a sort of plane on which they were going to punch a hole in space.

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“Ok… HQ? This is Alli’O speaking one last time before we will engage the gravity drive! Final checks are running, and we shall be able to keep in touch while we travel through the compressed space.” The captain cautiously transmitted the message as she was focused on the calculations to make sure they got the route mapped well. Back home Alkia’L was watching the news as she was talking to her siblings… “See! I TOLD you they will do nothing about my warnings! There they are , STUPIDLY engaging the gravity drive with no concerns as to the risks!” She angrily spoke to one of her sisters.



“We hear you loud and clear Osbeddion! You are good to engage the drive and let us have a toast to our good fortune! HQ out and see you on the other side!” “Ok folks, let’s do this!” The captain spoke these final words as she ordered the go ahead. A few minutes later the ship’s Gravity drive was about to engage.

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As the concentric rings were aligning, the ship was shaking all over. And one moment a burst of energy was shot from the spaceship onto the surface of the blue gas giant, creating a vortex.
Everybody was holding tight to their seats with excitement, ignorantly laughing it over as if they were in an amusement park.

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As the vortex was growing wider and wider, the ship was getting slowly sucked near it more and more. A shadow of a fleshy looking tentacle was slightly peeking through this dark portal, releasing some form of gas. This gas was floating into the atmosphere of this gas giant. Though the crew did not notice this in their foolish enthusiasm. Immediately the ship “fell” into the atmosphere of the planet and straight through the portal. As the ship was falling nearer and nearer to the event horizon of the portal, a horrid smell of death and decay reeked into the ship's haul, almost supernaturally. “Ewww….! Did somebody’s pet die? What is this smell?” A crew member was smelling this abomination first as she covered her nose. Back at the headquarters, they only heard the radio comms going blank, nothing unexpected. As the gateway behind them closed back up but not silently. A minute after the gateway closed with the ship inside, A red burst of energy was filmed by the telescopes where the gateway closed up, and seemingly cracks of red glowing energy were covering the planet's massive surface almost instantly, like shattered glass. A massive space quake was felt by everyone, causing earthquakes and abnormal weather conditions all throughout the solar system. Nobody knew what this was, but to their ignorance this was the worst sign ever. The ancient seal holding this dimension at bay had just been cracked! Eventually everything calmed down. They just thought that the gravity drive was too powerful so they brushed their concerns under the rug. But way longer than they ever expected, was taking for the ship to get back to them with any progress… They kept trying to reconnect, as by now, hours have passed and they should have reached the destination. But just static could be heard.

All of the sudden, screeches and roars fill the communications and shouts of despair from the crew, shortly followed by gunshots and explosions and coughing shouts for help. Sounds of flesh exploding and being torn to shreds could be heard as the dread was increasing in the HQ and all over the news. The video comms return, revealing a blood filled bridge with corpses littered all over the room, and the windows looking upon a mass of worlds covered in fleshy material all over. Tendrils connect the worlds together and the wreaks of countless lost civilizations ships lay in graveyards all over the stars. A small creature appears in the background, but it's easily mistaken for one of the scientists. Shortly after which the communications break permanently. “What just happened?” The general at HQ shouted desperately as her voice cracked up with dread at the massive ego blow they just received. “Was that a fucking alien species? Did they get to the other solar system... w-What?... What? WHAT!?! And what were those web like tendrils gluing the planets? ANSWERS! I NEED ANSWERS!!” The young scientist back home was covering her face with a pillow while talking to her equally frightened siblings “I WAS RIGHT!!! And for once I HATE that I was right!... I WISH I WAS WRONG!!!”

Everybody fell silent.

The End Of An Empire

A few days passed and everyone was grieving and scared as to what just happened. Their internet was starting to be filled with all manners of conspiracy theories and panicked forums were being filled with scared people claiming the apocalypse had just come, or that this was just a hoax, that nothing really happened. Some of those forums were filled with overly analyzed pictures of the portal, and with some even circling in red what they thought was the shadow of the tendril releasing it’s spores in the hydrogen rich atmosphere of the gas giant.

Ten Years later… things seem to have been returning to normal but people were no longer this enthusiastic about exploring space, more concerned with preparing their military and whatever they could do in case they encountered hostile aliens. One day, communications suddenly began to reappear from the Osbeddion as its signal was captured on the outer edge of the solar-system once again, near where they had left. The ship from afar looked as though no maintenance had been done on the ship. After so long, now young Alkia’L was no longer so young, she was the manager of her own space operations, as she was managing the operations surveying the outer solar system.

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As she was drinking her morning drink, a small red light was blipping, this was connected to the frequencies of Osbeddion. Though this station was not maintained either as they just kept rejecting to dismantle it in denial. Thankfully, or not, they didn’t. As Alkia’L jumped from her chair spitting her drink as she saw that abnormal red light blinking…

“WHAT?!” She screamed, attracting the attention of all her colleagues. “This is not possible!” She exclaimed! “What is it Alkia’L?” One of her colleagues replied with concern. “Look!” She pointed at the dusty station which was meant to connect to the radio signals of Osbeddion. After a long moment of silence, the Osbeddion then began attempts to hail the station. The communication center started booming with activity. “Quickly answer it!” Alkia’L quickly grabbed the jacket of one of her teammates and threw her colleague next to the dusty station. “Uuuhh… ookkaaay??...” The colleague confusingly responded as she pressed a button, revealing a holographic screen with static in the beginning, as it slowly formed a fuzzy and unclear image of the captain of the Osbeddion. “Finally… You all may have believed we were dead… I can assure you that is not true. We have prospered, and built a utopian society on the fringes of countless worlds, and our people have ascended to a higher state of being… join us, as we prosper together!” The captain said. It was odd however, as the captain never acted like this before. “Don’t touch that reply button!” Alkia’L shouted almost desperately to her naïve colleague. “Uh why?” She replied confused “Have you been living under a rock? Or on the far side of our homeworld where there’s nobody living there? Everybody knows what happened that terrible day 10 years ago… I watched first hand! Think logically! Have you not heard the screams and gunshots? How do you think anybody survived back then?” Alkia’L, adamantly, responded. After taking a breather and gently touching her forehead with tension she added:


“Something else is happening here, we need to send this information to our military… This is Not the captain!” Regardless of what actions these species were to take, they were doomed, for even if they would manage to avoid such an encounter, there was only a matter of time before the spores in the gas giant would cause a fully functioning infestation colony and open the seal completely thus releasing the monsters on the other side… “Hello? Is anyone there? There are families waiting for th- PLEASE DON’T LISTEN TO-” the captain begins screaming, as though she snapped back into herself. “quiet you insubordinate... Please do consider…” The captain says in a much calmer tone than before. Alkia’L felt a sense of supernatural dread coming upon her as she started to have a weird flashing vision, with flesh covering the room, tendrils hanging from the ceiling of the facility, and corpses of her people surrounding her, abominations and creatures wandered the room, many of them appeared to be her people. Looking down at herself, she too, was one of them. During that vision she heard a strange, gurgling, almost distorted and sadistic, whispering in her ear, though it wasn’t directly aimed at her. “I’m no subordinate of ANYONE!” Alkia’L desperately screamed as everyone was looking at her thinking that she was going to quit the job or she lost her faculties. “Uh yes you are Alkia’L, your boss?” Another colleague replied confused. But Alkia’L wasn’t recovering and when she saw her colleague reply to her. She was an abomination, asking her to join them, just increasing her dread, without hearing the true reply. She ran outside the room screaming and shivering, all the while flashing visions of how huge tendrils of flesh were descending from a blood red sky and buildings breaking apart and turning into huge columns of flesh, bone and teeth spilling blood and all kinds of other intestinal fluids. All of the sudden she was facing a massive eye suspended in mid air talking to her directly. “Come Alkia’L... Meet your true God! I can please you in ways you could not fathom, your body WILL be mine soon! Reunite with your lost people!” The Overmind’s gurgling voice demanded, while trying to tempt her in any and all ways, even though those promises would never come true, as Alkia’L was revealed what the crew of the Osbeddion had become. Almost immediately after the revelation of the true fate of the crew, it all stopped and went silent.

Alkia’L now was crouching on the floor sweating and murmuring in an alien tongue almost as if she was hypnotized, almost sounding like she was worshiping the Overmind of this abomination. Her body seems to have been injected with an ecstatic drug as her eyes were slightly bloodshot due to the vast amount of demonic energy that entered her frail mind. Looking around 5% of her colleagues were flat on the floor salivating, some were gasping for air, others were trying to pray to Helios screaming, the more believing side of society, but to no avail. Eventually she felt a blow to her head and she fell unconscious. Not that anything really hit her, just the sheer pressure of the experience overwhelmed her entirely.

On the next day, on the news this event was broadcast all over the civilization as people seemed to have been sleeping a night off in the streets on all the cities, well that is about 5% of the population. Some were trying to aid the recently traumatized victims while others were wondering what has just happened, as nobody knew that the U.Y. Osbeddion came back from a hell-like realm. Some went insane after they got back up… Others started worshiping the strange being from another realm…

Suddenly, out of nowhere, all technological devices all over the empire connected to some unknown signal. No image of anyone speaking is shown, just an audio strip. “You may not know who I am… or… what I am… That is not important. What is important is our negotiation… bow before me and my species, or end in a flaming death far worse than the pits of hell themselves… you all have twelve hours to make your decisions…” The same voice from before demanded. Immediately after the message, the connection was cut.

In an abandoned old derelict temple, a few devout Yotharra heard this broadcast. They were among the very few thousand left prophets of Helios, as most of this civilization turned it’s back to the very God that created their galaxy, but these were talking among themselves while praying and meditating, one of them decided to take action.

As she was channeling the divine energy of Helios, glowing yellow energy began to surround her from His Holy Spirit. A sight of supernatural action that has not been witnessed in this civilization ever since their middle ages. Everyone around her was in awe as this was not believed to be a real possibility for so long. In a flash, she disappeared from the temple and appeared in the room of the president of the union of Yotharra. Everyone was shocked at this sight, as it was pure magic, something that was believed to not exist for so long now. Even the devout was a bit startled as she did not expect her prayer dance to work, but she got up from her knees and started to preach to the president the ancient Gospel of Helios. But she was interrupted by the very president herself. “Okay… I might be impressed by your showmanship but what are you TALKING about? All this is religious nonsense!” She adamantly mocked the priest. “Yes your ladyship, it might be for your stupid and prud mind, but the miracle before you was a sign that our God is watching, and HE will not tolerate us surrendering to these demons!” She shot back. “How dare you insult your ruler?!” The president replied annoyed, with a bruised ego.

“My ruler? Lady… listen to yourself! I’ve just been transported to your palace by the very Holy Spirit of Helios himself and you call yourself my RULER? I came to deliver an ultimatum because you all have turned away from His love! If you will bow down to these abominations you will all be damned! Have you not read the scriptures? About how our very galaxy was created by Him to lock away an ancient evil? Well this is that evil you fool! You do as you will but as for me and my people, having had the proof of the prophecy fulfilling we will be leaving for Alentis! MY RULER’S Heaven!” As she said those words, her eyes began to glow with a blinding yellow light and she vanished just like she appeared, leaving everyone startled. The president breathing deeply, and confused, she clicked a holographic button on her desk and called the military leaders of her world while murmuring to herself: “I’m not her leader… psssch… fanatic… though hmmm… can that actually be the mythical power of the priests? Anyway… I was never planning to bow to anyone demanding things of my people…” With those words she gave the order to send a flotilla of warships to the edge of the solar system, now with the engines faster they were to get there within only a day as technology has progressed. They were already prepared since that past tragedy of the explorer. Meanwhile the infestation never got the reply they demanded…

Another broadcast, like the one before again, came through to all technological devices yet again. “So it seems you have chosen the other option... Well then… A war you shall receive… a shame that nobody here will remember it…” The same voice said, before again, cutting communications. Shortly after, what appeared to be a crack in space and time appeared around the gas giant from all those years ago, as if it was shattering. Red light spilled all over the system as what seemed to be an interdimensional wall was being shattered. At last, the wall smashed apart, and immediately after, the gas-giant itself was sucked into oblivion. A purple and red nebula began to spill out of the massive hole in space. Fifteen minutes after, trillions of flesh-covered ships of various other empires moved through, beginning to shoot down and board any and all resistance in space.

The Yotharra were completely overwhelmed as they had nowhere near that number of ships, they had barely built a couple thousand in that time. Back on the home world, the President was with her children weeping and praying to Helios, surprisingly, though she was adamant against believing in supernatural forces. There was no hope. All the military forces of this young civilization had been completely engulfed, as the wave of humongous tendrils, flesh, and bone were coming out of that massive portal and clinging seemingly instantly to the neighboring planets, allowing the movement of countless trillions of monstrosities, abominations, and horrors to invade the planets. Every world became what the visions had shown. In less than a few weeks, the empire fell.

Now this infestation began spreading, and even celebrating, that they had a whole galaxy to slowly consume.

Heaven’s Mercy Will Be shining
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A mighty lower toned and echoing weeping sound was heard throughout the golden, glistening clouds of the glory of Alantis. Helios, the mighty ruler of thousands of heavens and a few hundred thousand universes, was feeling the pain of his children. After all He DID create the galaxy that gave rise to all those souls. Souls which were not even coming back to him, now that the cruel laws of the Omniverse were damning them to perdition under the rule of this ancient abomination. The last surviving priests did manage to ascend to His Heaven as they had hoped, before the war broke out, so they became His blessed souls. A last remnant of a beautiful civilization. He did rejoice with them, as he was blessing them with joys that they could never have imagined, but time came that He started to desire justice. “It is time, brethren of the eternal realm!” Helios’s mighty voice shook the ether as he summoned the divine council of which He was part of. A guild of the most ancient Gods who were constantly surveying these parts of this Multiverse, They knew that they could not just burst through the doors of the hells under the Thakgarian rule without awakening the Demons that had been ruling over them and risking a cosmic war to end all wars. A long and ancient debate has started, as the endless trillions of souls were worshiping these Gods, as their mere presence was of a Glory and beauty far beyond the imagination of any mortal being.
 
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Tassia'Mel-Prologue (All art assets included are NOT mine in any way. Credit to all original artists)

The Hordeus Expanse - Theme -Talamasca - Astral Projection


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"...And let us never grow weary, nor soft for the Universe beacons us to fill it with our kind, and the pain of life begs us to heal it in all!"
The announcement of High Mistress Eraksia'Mel'Eress radiated over the eons of the towering ambition to explore and expand of all of us!
But this was eons ago, according to our history books, this quote was when our kind first emerged from the countless cross-breeding of species from all over the ancient federation of Terrun'Mel.
Ever since then our kind has been expanding outward from the centre of our territory towards the edge of our galaxy. But as anyone can imagine, this was no easy task simply due to the shear size of it.
Even though our expansion ambitions were heavily aided by the Gods and Enders of our Heavenly Father, Melchizedek.


The strategy was laid out by the most high council of the Holy View attachment 9420Temples, to reach the edge within a few trillion eons, by ignoring vast areas of space and not diligently colonizing, terraforming and building throughout the clouds of endless star systems... A waste of potential if you ask me, a sacrifice unlike our nature in order to reach the edge.
I'm going to show you a map of our territory until you remember your past lives dear son... here...

The blue line represents our current territory, it is marked by the frontiers outposts built far away from the central line of well colonised systems. The information is being relayed through the under-space to all settlements and even to the core territory, and that is how this territory was marked.

Though vast amounts of regions of space remain a mystery even today. And the volume of space in this pointed cone shape territory is ridiculous, the actual focus of our colonies would be a straight line so thin that it would be invisible at this scale. This line is located smack in the middle of the cone. Literally a line made by systems of rushed colonies of various stars one after another, queueing to the point of this cone. I pray to Father Melchizedek that this foolish strategy won't bare consequences as most of those rushed colonies, obviously, haven't had the time to build defences, and most of them are only one town per partially terraformed planet, or one asteroid mining settlement per system, and the numbers of our kind are also incredibly reduced.
Even though the number of colonies are well within the googols of systems, they are scarcely connected by Under-Space relays and meagre defences, unlike our core territory.

Aside from the main line of territory that were left behind by the scouting and colonizing fleet led by the titans Hecktofiossel and Keldior, the people felt that it would be a good idea to expand on the sides of the main queue of colonized systems, as our instinct for diligent self-preservation was trying to built some sort of defensive lines surrounding these rushed colonies.
So vast and rushed "grabs" of space were "jumped" upon by the endeavours to expand our influence borders and security.
As a result the thin line of connected system colonies has been expanding from the root to the top, thus creating this cone like shape of our influence region.

Now, the most recent endeavours for exploration and occasional colonization lead us ever closer to the edge of our vast galaxy, as this insipid curiosity for the outer darkness has been leading the minds of our people with both awe and wander towards said mysteries. This place is called The Hordeus Expanse, the outer rim of the total volume of the Zenexur Galaxy, our vast home.
I am so curious to see what secrets this territory has and were ignored in our goal to reach The Hordeus Expanse...

So if i zoom in to the very top of our territory...
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The Hecktofiossel and Keldior Titans are still leading this ancient endeavour, as you can see here, the line of growing territory expanding outwards from the vast wall, by comparison, that is the top of the main territory i showed you earlier.
The same arrow-strategy is followed religiously, dropping from warp drive every thousand years to colonise a few dozen solar systems at a time in a queue, followed by another thousand years warp journey forward. And ofcourse that during this time our kind reproduce, build robots and clones and make natural children, then they build vast colonising fleets to colonise the sides of this quickly growing line and then a new expansion of the cone shaped territory, begins... What allows for such a vast discrepancy of size between ages of expansion is that every once in a while the titans stop for a few million years, thus giving time for the territory left behind to grow like that.

The Hecktofiossel and Keldior Expansion Titans
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These solar system sized behemoths are the finest ships we built.
They carry an ever-growing population of our fellow Tassia'Mel, within it's massive city world layers.

They both contain two red dwarf suns near their engine to both fuel them and provide light for the intricate constructs within, where vast world layers are built for the people to thrive in.

Factories for robots and other ships and cloning laboratories litter those titans as well as spaceship docs and colony docks.

Well equipped to produce the necessary resources for instant colonising every 1000 years when they drop out of warp, these are the symbol of our species for any blessed enough to encounter them.

During the thousand years they build up, and create the colony modules out of certain sections of those world layers within, to prepare for when they drop out of warp and release them onto the surface of the most habitable planet they encounter.
Hundreds of colony modules are created in both titans during this thousand year period and then they are sectioned off to be dropped onto the planets they encounter. One colony module per star system all queuing in line as they keep persistently moving forward even in this colonization phase.
Resources are also collected and recreated during this time, to refuel the titans for the next thousand years journey in warp.
They use the red dwarves as their forges where they both refine and multiply the materials for more construction.

Every thousand years a new line of systems are colonised anywhere between 500 to 978 or sometimes 1044 depending on the work that is accomplished as though they are fast built they still have enough times to make them a rough challenge for whomever might want to threaten them.
They prepare colonies for habitable worlds as well as for hostile worlds...
Sometimes they randomly drop out of warp near a gas giant's atmosphere and drop a colony in it's clouds with anti-gravity modules to keep them floating in the upper-most atmospheres, as the factories within those colonies are adapted for the processing of the gasses, with nuclear fusion reactors to both feed the colony with power and turn those gasses into more solid materials for further expansion.

For the solid worlds, be them hospitable or hellish landscapes, they equip them with mining and terraforming facilities so that they can start terraforming those worlds whatever size they may be or condition presented thereof.

View attachment 9424The Goddess Ahridaziel
in ancient past, before we knew the full extent of our Loving Father Melchizedek, or for that matter that our guides even were part of such a vast heavenly hierarchy of divine empires there was only one deity that our ancients knew to worship.
The Goddess Ahridaziel, as she was revealed to us to be the sole creator of our universe.

She is the one guiding and protecting the expansion titans and most of our people in this universe, only Melchizedek Himself knows how many other future brethren know her and are to become members of our ever increasing family as we expand deeper into creation.

When She first revealed Herself our ancient people were already trying to form vast networks of alliances throughout the home-space - the origin of our territory.

Upon Her revelation the federation was quickly molded together in what would become an eternal unity. And due to her interference and guidance, the mixture of species forming the ancient federation gave birth to our present form.

Surprisingly she is no pure goddess... As even though our kind was still young, she was revealed to be half demonic, though at the time, we did not knew that there are such a thing as the anti-gods known as demons.

It has been seen as she was manifesting bursts of unholy wrath over the course of the history of our existence but quickly she repented of this as she was aiding us more and more.
Later it was revealed that she, indeed, was a demon once that started seeking redemption to the enders of the Yatha-Harra Eredmius Ender empire.
Though she first sought it to the Gods themselves...

Back then, we were really confused when we saw such an event taking palace as we found out that demons are pure manifestations of hate and chaos... But this was the case that the Holy Kingdom of Melchizedek, is so powerful that it ruthlessly conquers countless hordes of demons and demon civilizations entrapping them in purgatorial prisons until they begin desiring love and affection, which all creatures eventually do. At that point they are released to start seeking the mercy of the gods as a first stage and later seeking redemption form the Enders which slowly turns them into incredibly powerful hybrid gods, as a first stage before becoming supreme Gods, which is a stage between God and Ender.

Ahridaziel eventually introduced us to our Loving Melchizedek after all the species within the federation became like us, though some resisted at first they came to meet the will of Terrun'Mel and submitted.

The Origin

Now, Let me tell you about origins some more my beloved Broker, since you are such a special male child in our family... Listen up.

There was a time when there was almost no sign of our kind, believe it or not...
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This is how the ancients aspects were. As each of them evolved on their own worlds, though i'm only showing you a small selection of the millions of species, these were the only slightly humanoid among them.
Even though the will of Ahridaziel and the most High Melchizedek is for all universes under them to evolve more creatures like us, this one universe is among the younger so very few of the creatures inhabiting it are even slightly familiar to our current form.

It was only countless eons later that, through the manipulation of the force of evolution that Ahridaziel was exerting upon the universe that these species began to cross-breed and evolve closer to our current shape.
As more and more cross-breeding was executed through various methods, be them magical or scientific, and sometimes even natural, the variety in species was reduced so much that from millions of all kinds of creatures there were left only a few hundred thousand creatures that were looking almost like us, though still keeping some traits of the originals.
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This was due to the process of evolution building and beckoning us to move closer and closer to becoming one race, one kind and one species.
The influence of all the divine family was also ensuring the process would finish well, and in the end the scientists developed a genetic virus enhanced by ancient alchemy and the blessing of Ahridaziel Herself, which was released into all the space populated by our kind.

By the time the virus was finished, the hybrids assimilated even more reducing the number of species from the hundreds of thousands were left only a few hundred variants, and they were looking very similar.

Eventually the virus was finished and it began working fast. Within the course of one thousand years the remaining variants of hybrids were completely changed into our current form.

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So this is everything you need to know for now Broker... Be ready to go to bed. Tomorrow we go to Lasion City world! There's some priests i would like you to meet to aid you in your past life recollection!
Good night beloved son
 
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E'tria and E'arta: Two Worlds One Soul-Prologue

Bound As One


Anna stood aboard the deck of the ship, looking around. It had been a while since she and Talmak had gone to E'arta, a world much like her own, yet different. So much had changed. And yet, in a way, it seemed as though nothing had. Qweto, her beloved stood beside her as they traveled to E'tria, Anna's home world. How much had changed there? Would it feel the same? She didn't know. She had changed. She had mostly mastered her Empathy. No one knew of her mark. Not even Qweto. She kept it hidden. She had debated putting her hair up into a pony tail for the journey. Her ears were no longer truly embarrassing, but she still didn't like them much...yet. That would probably change. She kept her hair tucked behind her ears for the sake of her crew. They took her more seriously with them showing than they did with them hidden. Hopefully she could forge an alliance with E'tria and E'arta. After all, they were, as Qweto had so poetically put it, two worlds with a single soul, tying them together, irrevocably. Just as she and Talmak had been bound as one. "Commander Anna," Talmak's cool calm voice came over the general hands com. "We have arrived.

E'arta: Two Nations

So far as any true E'artin or even Dirthani was concerned, they had always been a planet inhabited by two separate species. Two nations, one planet. The world was full of all kinds of trees. Evergreens that were almost silver green. Broad leaf trees that glittered with a golden sheen in the sun. The E'artins had the Dirthani help make their equipment, but so that only the E'artins could use it. The Dirthani, more resentful, have been studying what they make, in an effort to make it so they can use it too. The royal family manages to keep peace. Somehow.

E'tria: One World, Many Nations

E'tria, though in the process of unifying under one banner, has not yet done so, be it under some form of monarchy/oliagarchy/matriarchy or some federation or democracy. Though perhaps things will soon change when Anna Johnson comes to them for aid, with the E'artin people along side her to explain what they bring to the table.

Tentlaka: The Religious Fanatics

When a strange artifact crashed into their primative planet, they assumed it to be an artifact of the gods, only strengthened by the knowledge that only their priests could even feel the life in it, much less communicate with it in any fashion. When it was stolen, they were enraged and tracked it to a planet teaming with high-tech sentients. However, they were high tech enough themselves, and a warrior culture that refused to lose. And only stopped attacking when the artifact disappeared for centuries.
 
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Gior - Prologue
(Another Collab with Shadrack Nor. All of the art in this post is NOT ours. The images were mostly edited by Shadrack Nor. Again, Credit to the original artists.)

Tiraxius

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Deep within the Iakari Jungles, swarms of Gior villagers paraded through the streets of a small town on the edge of the Eclipsimundi Empire. Parents danced around bonfires, priests kneeled to pedestals or alters with sculptures of their deity, while children played in the courtyards and parks. It wasn’t long before the torches were lit, and the festivities escalated as the lanterns were released into the air. Suddenly a massive earthquake shook all the villages of the Gior, out of nowhere. Nobody knew what was happening as buildings were falling from the trees and crashing, Gior priests were distracted from their prayers to their Demon deity and the rest were trying to find shelter. Nobody knew what was happening. Had they committed sin against Shivan? Did they disappoint their Demon deity in any way? Could they hope for forgiveness? They were having an usual worship party as they always do, where the Demon was blessing them, but this time it wasn’t a blessing but an ominous event of destruction.

Little did they know that this wasn’t a direct intervention of Shivan, nor could they know even if they had the necessary intelligence. The priests looked at the heavens but saw nothing, not that they could even if they tried to for the sheer sizes of the realm was so vast that whatever caused this event was hidden by the distance from the main world. They looked around, then they knelt before the broken statues of their Demonic deity, they wept for mercy and forgiveness as the tremors were opening cracks in the ground killing dozens of Gior; Children, Villagers, and Soldiers. The confusion was bewildering even the Prime herself. Whereas on the far side of one of the jungle moons in the heavens the culprit for this chaos would show it’s head, but not to the Gior, rather to an unsuspecting world of primitive creatures. A crack in the fabric of this pocket dimension was opened.
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Awakening
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The red glowing lights of the hazard warning system were glowing on and off gently as a deafening sound of the alarm was reverberating across the dormant halls of the capital colony cruiser of the Yotharra colony fleet. This fleet was not just an ordinary Colony Fleet however... It was an old project long forgotten by the Yotharra, known only as Project Nexus. Now, this very fleet is the last of the Yotharra species... An Alien horror had very recently consumed the whole of the Yotharra's homeworld, and their empire.

The alarm was triggered by the AI, as nobody was really conscious… not dead, but not present either. Every single colonist was in cryo-sleep as their ships were readied for another ambitious project of this proud species, to discover a new solar system near them that had viable candidates for colonization. But things did not go according to plan, as this fleet just so happened to have survived an encounter with a rare kind of black hole. The whole of the fleet was shaken to the core by the gravitational tides of such an unexpected encounter and one could only thank whatever force kept them safe as this incident flung them deep within the 5th dimension. Such undeserved luck by such a young species is a sight for sore eyes, as the sheer tidal forces of a black hole would rip the atoms of a ship out of existence, let alone keep it intact as it passed through the rift in the space-time continuum of their universe, straight through their local multiverse, and into the Omniverse itself. If one thought that the tidal forces of a black hole are brutal, then one should stop thinking right there, because the brutal and merciless power of 5th dimension space is far beyond anyone’s nightmare.

As the red glowing alarms were almost cracking through whatever internal windows, the ships were having some emergency protocols activated and the cryo-pods of the commanding officers and the security staff of every colony ship within the fleet began to awaken. As they were dropping on their knees from the pods, most of them were straight out vomiting their guts out, others were bleeding from their ears, others were screaming and others still were just blank with confusion… The emergency awakening protocol did them no service as most of them forgot almost everything about who they were, let alone being capable of doing anything about the dire situation they found themselves in. Lakthussa, one of the colony’s lucky captains, could remember some protocols and managed to access an emergency control panel to shut down the alarms of her colony ship, though she could not do much about the other colony ships in the fleet… As she took a look through one of the windows of the hallway she found herself thrown deep in confusion. She was not seeing anything familiar, her first instincts were trying to figure out the position in their galaxy by checking out the stars and their positions in proportion to their location. No luck there, as wherever they’d just found themselves in was a sector that had no stars.

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An eerie yellow glow shining over what looked like a massive jungle world surrounded by 15 moons, but no other sign of other planets in this strange system, and no other stars to signal that they were in a galaxy or a universe at least… “Where are we…?” Lakthussa whispered, confused as she was leaning against the window, slightly dizzy from all the hassle and the emergency cryo-sleep awakening process. There was not much time for her brain to put all of this together as she already saw most of the colony ships entering the atmosphere of one of the jungle moons of this gargantuan world, she did not have the time to even figure out what kind of star this light source was, nor figure out that this was no star, but a black magic fountain, and amongst the blackest at that. The only thing she knew is that she suddenly had small desires for material wealth that she did not know she was capable of. As soon as she managed to turn her sight away from the window to see all of the other Yotharra wandering about in confusion she sighed in relief that at least she was not alone, though she did not have much time to savor this moment either, as the AI of her spaceship started shouting another alarm: “Warning! Main power failure detected! Main Thrusters offline! Warning! Altitude dropping! Entering planetary atmosphere! Estimated time until crash landing... 20 minutes! Brace for impact!” It started shouting over and over again. "Fuck all of this” she said as she dropped on her knees and started to vomit like the rest… Thankfully the ships were built well for such incidents so most of them were not in terrible danger but casualties were to be expected regardless.

A brave new world… maybe…
Since the ships were thrown out of the 5th dimension at raging speeds it was no surprise that they were bound to crash, especially since the whole fleet was literally shot at the Jungle moon Tiraxius 06’s humid atmosphere. Entering the Atmosphere, was the unlucky capital ship, which carried the most of the Yotharra colonists and supplies, but thankfully it had the crash-shield prepared and the re-entry shield active so even though it was falling like a meteor leaving a tale of fire and smoke, it’s hull integrity wasn't affected, though since the internal systems were a bit damaged due to the harsh environment they went through, which is a miracle as to how they could have even survived, the heat from the atmospheric friction was felt inside the ship.
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The alarms of Kethuula’XCT55 Capital ship were reverberating all across the halls and decks of this massive colony vessel, the rest of the cryo-pods have released the remaining Yotharra as the systems were failing one by one, and the priorities were if the ship was failing to wake up everyone on it to help with repairs. Suffice to say that nobody was taking this situation well, some decks still had the artificial gravity generators online while others were dead, so the Yotharra in those decks have been squashed against the walls due to the G-force of the ship’s aggressive descent. Everyone was grabbing onto whatever they could despite them not having a clue about who they even were but thankfully their survival instincts were not forgotten. A few minutes later, about a couple hundred kilometers away a loud thundering boom was heard as some herds of various creatures started to panic and trees were falling over from the shockwave. Then another boom and another. All the 200 ships created distinct craters some closer to each other than others, but mainly most of them were relatively intact. As for the population inside… well about one third were dead due to the shear force of the impact and the shock, another third seriously wounded, and the rest were just mildly hurt.

The aftermath
It has been a few hours now, since the colony fleet crashed on one of the massive continents of this moon…
All the Yotharra were tending to their wounded, others were wrapping the corpses in mortuary bandage which was specially built to preserve the body from decay until they could make sure that the incinerators they had onboard were functioning, as the body count was well within the hundred thousand from all the surrounding ships. Nobody has yet to come out of the ships, but a few drones were sent out to survey the surrounding area. They mainly didn’t come out due to the drones which they sent out were telling them of the temperatures out there, and after the struggle they just went through they were in no condition to adapt to such temperatures.

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One of the drones got inside one of the jungles near the crater after passing by the destroyed section. It discovered huge flora, as even the ferns were tree sized. Not long after, a beast lunged at the drone aggressively, crushing it nearly instantly. This world does not seem to be friendly… The drone did not manage to take a look at the beast as it came from an odd angle and it destroyed the camera first.

A thunderstorm was approaching. Loud thunders were being heard in the distance as the winds were becoming aggressive and violent, it seems as though a typhoon was getting near the crashed ships. The Yotharra were still treating their wounded as the scientists which were controlling the drones were reporting to the captain all the data they collected. “Captain...” one of the scientist shouted from a distance to attract her attention, then she added as she reached the captain, “Captain, we managed to collect a substantial amount of information about this place, this seems to be a world that, strangely enough has breathable atmosphere which we can survive in but…” She got interrupted by the captain abruptly. “But? But what? We need to do something about this situation!” the Captain said. “Well, the average temperature is well within 60 degrees Celsius, and by the looks of it, this seems to be the average here, plus the fact that the kinds of storms that we are going through right now, though they do cool the planet a few degrees is nowhere near enough to give us a comfortable environment. Aaaand… there’s more…” She anxiously stopped as she was scrolling through her holo-pad.

“Huh… well the situation can’t get any worse... I hope...” The captain added to the tension. “Heh… actually it can… we don’t want to worry you, but this seems to be an overly flourishing mega jungle world… I say mega because the drones calculating the size of this ‘moon’ seems to put it at the size of one of our ‘smaller’ gas giants from home… and this is just a detail, because there was a very aggressive creature that destroyed one of our drones just minutes after entering the neighboring jungle. We were prepared for terraformation of a wet desert according to the mission we were sent on. We did not expect to find this alien jungle here. No mention of the alien bacteria and the potentially aggressive plants and poisons...” They were immediately interrupted by a fight that seems to have been starting between some crew members.

“This exosuit is going to be MINE from now on and you can STUFF it!” A technician seems to have been stealing from another crewmate. “Hah! You wish, this is mine, and I'm taking your rations and your tools and everything you have…” the technician bantered. “What the honest FUCK is going on here ensign?!” The captain furiously approached the seemingly insane crewmembers. “Captain, I desire this exosuit. Do I have no right to possess precious stuff?” she protested. “What is going on through your dumb head ensign? Have you lost touch with reality? This is government property! Nobody owns anything except their personal stuff they brought from home! Drop this immediately!” The captain said that as she slapped the ensign in the face to discipline the ensigns behavior. “Uhhh… what’s going on with me…” The ensign seems to have woken up to reality after the slap

“You don’t say! Back to your work!” The captain, stressed, responded.
“Captain!” One of the medics was approaching her as she was holding another holo-pad then she continued.
“I saw similar behavior in another crew member earlier as she was recovering from the cryo-sleep waking, and I did a scan on her, what came out really interesting is their brain cell activity seems to have been channeled on the survival instinct by some form of energy field or radiation of unknown nature that seems to be present on this planet. This redirecting of the focus makes them look for possessions which they don’t normally need but could have subtle desires for… “

“Interesting… keep working on this information, I want to know whether we are at risk of going insane here and if there are any ways we could deflect this should we be facing such a crisis.” “Aye, aye, ma-am!” The medic went to work immediately. “As for the rest of you, we need to get rid of the bodies, and prepare for whatever hell-hole we got ourselves in… And can someone please tell me why the telescopes of our ship saw not one single star in space beyond this weird yellow anomaly thing?...” The captain finished as everyone resumed work. Even though the storm was raging outside, the Yotharra were planning to get outside and build some form of emergency shelter from the resources they were carrying.

First Contact
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Within the Ihiriahn Jungles, the Platari, a race of plant-like humanoid tribals were busy doing their tasks; harvesting fruit, collecting wood and material, or patrolling their borders. Platari villagers wandered their villages, talking in houses made of leaves, wood, and sticks, or homes carved into trees, while guards with wooden spears and bows patrol the perimeters of the villages and within them. Meanwhile, druids pray and worship their goddess, Ihiria, the goddess of the jungle. Whether she really exists, or is just a figment of the Platari’s imagination, the Platari regardless worship, or at least believe in their theoretical overseer. Platari workers wander across the plains and fields of the outskirts of the village, with others working on gathering fruits and transporting food and goods to the larger villages and the capital.

However, many were interrupted by the sounds of screaming metal, and yet another raging storm. Thousands of Platari had witnessed the whole of the crash screaming that the end had come to meet them, others begged their goddess for protection, and others took shelter. Only a small few watched the stream of lights and flaming orbs of steel crashing to the planet's surface. When it was over, the Platari began to calm down, but they all had noticed a massive crater, with a large shiny structure in the center of it.

Several curious ones dared to climb out of their hiding places to watch closer, while many of the cautious ones hid in their homes. Hours past, and a group finally decided to commune with these strangers from another world. A group of seven gathered, and began to slowly make their way into the crater, fighting the wind currents and heavy rain of the storm, while also trying to keep their feet from getting stuck in the ever increasing field of mud and pulp. To many newcomers, the storms are furious, raging behemoths of weather. To the natives and locals, this was a common day here. The Platari continued towards the ship, being careful not to draw too much attention. It wasn’t long before they were spotted by a drone, most of them were nervous and on edge. Call it blind fearlessness, stupidity, or stubbornness, they kept pushing forward. Eventually, they reached the front door of the ship. They didn’t realize it was a wreck, believing that this was how the structure was supposed to look like. With caution, they started knocking on the door of the ship, or… whatever looked like a door.


A long day has passed
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For the last few hours, most of the Yotharra were taking refuge in their ships from the brutal storm that had been raging outside. The unusual thing the Yotharra experience is the length of the day here. It is way longer than on their homeworld, having arrived on the planet for what was late morning by the looks of the position of the light source in the sky it would have been the equivalent of days on their home. But this was not unexpected as they know planets spin around their stars at different speeds. The “sun” or whatever that light source was, seems to be setting now, as they managed to assemble a quick modular base outside of their ship. As it set the temperatures have lowered slightly, enough to give them a breather, but the overall heat was still tough. As they were relaxing a bit and having a meal and chatting, ignorant of future troubles that may befall them, it may be a fault in their evolution because they are so careless, but they are still eating in an alien environment almost unprotected. One of them was hearing a few gentle knocks on a metal plate from a hunk of a broken ship nearby, but at first she was thinking that it’s just another plate of metal breaking off and falling or some broken piece of the structure of the colony vessel just bending and stretching under the pressures of gravity. The “sun” hasn’t completely set yet so there was still some natural light to see, but she didn’t bother to check as she was enjoying a relaxed conversation with her mates and planning for the future with an almost idealistic mindset.


Having noticed no response from the obviously active newcomers, the Platari envoy group decided to take a more unconventional approach. Two of the warriors with spears moved towards an unsuspecting drone and hit it in the back with the butt end of their spears, faced the camera, and started waving at it enthusiastically. As the drone is jerked forward by the hit it received from the back end of this spear, it falls slightly from it’s usual altitude. “Error… Damage detected! Calculating… Calculating… No internal system failure detected. Attempting to find source of damage...” As a robotic feminine voice spoke without emotion, the Platari were surprised to hear such metallic yet gentle voice, but they did not have much time, as the drone lifted to double its height as earlier in order to avoid further damage and turned it’s red glowing lens towards these wooden-tree like creatures that were waving almost like young children. Immediately it approached them and shone a red glowing light over them adding to the tension and making them freeze in place due to worry, but the drone took no hostile action as it immediately burst away at incredible speeds to a nearby group of scientists. At first, the Platari were stunned after what they had witnessed, but as many Platari do, they still continued to push on with their mission. The group started to follow the drone, even though some were both anxious and stunned as to how fast the drone was, what it was capable of, and if it turned out to be hostile.

As the drone showed up to a scientist’s back to attract her attention, she immediately turned around seeing a group of humanoid looking plants; as she would put it in her head, following behind the drone, with a slow pace and in a defensive position apparently displaying fear. “What the…?” Elo’kua was shocked as this was literally feeling like first evidence of apparently intelligent life other than their own world. “Guys? GUYS?! CHECK THIS OUT LOOK!” In excitement she was drawing the attention of thousands of Yotharra. This was probably the most monumental occasion in these people’s history. It wasn’t an illusion as everyone was wowing and timidly checking them out but not moving too close lest they became hostile. It seems this was a stalemate of moves. Both the Yotharra and the Platari were standing in place; neither of them wanting to cause trouble. The Platari were quite surprised to have attracted THIS much attention. “Ieas’metaki, haisme iuta’miah… ehiak?” (“Hello, I am Miah… you?”) a Platari male nervously asks. Elo’kua was the one to see them first so she was the one to approach them and heard this strange language. They were obviously speaking and even making signs with their hands, signs that she could vaguely understand. “Oh by Helios Himself… I know I just became religious for a second there sisters but honestly!” She anxiously laughed at the judging faces behind her. “Ok… huh… - (Ettra mix alia lia Elo’Kua) - I guess you want to know who I am - my name is Elo’kua.” She said in her home language that was so completely distant and alien sounding from the Platari language, but the tone of her voice sounded calm and friendly so there was something to be hopeful about even though nobody was sure about what they had just said to each other.

Although the language was quite different from their own, the Platari were able to make out the name of the Yotharra that had spoken, or… at least mostly. “Ieas’metaki… Elao’kha... Meahki’le tuahi ieahi, ehiak ka’ehi sehoum?” “(Hello… Elao’kha… Where did you come from?”) The same Platari asked. “Ok… I have absolutely no idea what anyone is saying, I hope these guys understood me, we didn’t quite expect to meet alien life this soon and this different sisters! Anyone have a first encounter handbook that you can lend me?” (Lista’likteok, herruminari-ven orb orba Aettra Mix Laksi Mix ummidion-eer janu jania lisevion torsis pretixad obris orek Lista’orb lista’harra Listos ufin) Elo’kua asked a group of Yotharra behind her, though in her excitement she forgot that the drone next to her was recording the whole conversation, and it had an adaptable software to interpret language according to tone of voice and bodily expressions collected from various simulations they made back home and the various animals and the way they communicated from their home and also combined with the basic manifestations of a biped like them.

“Elo! Has your nerdgasm reached your brain this fast? Did you forget about our drones? Hahahah!” Another Yotharra laughed joyfully but still made a bit of fun at the fact that Elo’kua was so excited. The Platari have heard the original language of the Yotharra as they were communicating, some words felt similar in rhythm, but they still couldn’t make out any idea from them try as they might, though they could have understood that the visitors had no clue about what they were saying either and were trying to find a solution. “Iehita’mi iehiki…” ("Who are they…") “Iahmie? Hiaki’shu…” ("Friends? I still don’t trust…") “Maki! Miah! Eiamati shara?” ("Maki! Miah! Is it safe?") the Platari questioned each other, practically bursting into conversation after realizing that the newcomers were quite friendly. “Iaha’matari siah... mieahliki eahri iahk… ehi’miheash... Iahami tehiela Platari.” ("So these are... the people from the sky… that's so strange… we are the Platari.") the Platari apparently named Miah said. “Ehah’ari miahel tiea, ieahfla’shi mieah? Eai’tihi leaih haukiu” ("You came from orbs of flame… how? Nobody should be able to survive that…”) a curious Platari asked.

As the Platari were speaking among themselves and some of them were still trying to inquire from the Yotharra named Elo’Kua, the drone was readied with a rudimentary translation of both-way speech and language by the way they were moving and their subtle body language. “Orbs fire coming from, we present as Platari, how you came from fire?” The drone roughly translated to the Yotharra as she was thinking, anxiously trying to respond knowing that there was a risk with the translation software spelling something wrong, but was still hopeful that she could manage through diplomacy. “Eeeeeh… uuuhhh… ok… lemme try this. I hope this computer doesn’t fail me… ok Drone translate this: Hi, we call ourselves the Yotharra! We are amazed at your existence, and mean you no harm, you asked if we came from fire? This is probably too complicated to answer straight away, but yes we are the sky people. - ok this should be enough, lest it has some translation errors and the whole thing goes south...” Elo’Kua anxiously replied. Although rough, the Platari were somewhat able to interpret and understand the translation, or… at least roughly. “Mieahri, iaka’mieh niahi, tia’mes meah’hi Ihirian hiaah, Yatha'rra… Ieaheiki meais Ihiria?” “(Welcome, to our home, the Iherian Jungles, Yotharra … Were you sent by Ihiria?)” Another Platari asked curiously.

As the Platari ask about the origins of the Yotharra, time seems to slow down, as a light crackling giggle only the animals seemed to be able to hear resonated throughout the world. Shivan himself began to manipulate the very fabrics of this realm, changing what the Yotharra were saying into what he wanted them to say instead. "Yes, we were indeed sent by Ihiria to help you all...". A lie, but also somewhat truthful, for the Platari goddess was indeed, Shivan himself, manipulating and pretending to be someone he was not. With additional resonation to their voices, and the sudden eruption of forestry within the crater, the Yotharra appeared to be angelic beings, even though they very well were mortal beings. While the event was happening, behind the scenes, Shivan was having a laugh. The ignorance of everyone below seemed amusing… This event was leaving the Yotharra baffled as to what sort of world they found themselves in, because none of the scientific explanations that they were so certain of could give them a logical answer. Apart from magic, they were left with no idea as to what was happening. The cause of this show was none other than the Dragon Demon himself, Shivan Oromirus Kassadar.

A massive fruit and flower bearing tree on top of the crashed capital ship of the Yotharra had spontaneously grown out of practically nothing. The Yotharra themselves were left without any response or “smart” remark to explain away in a scientific method as to what had just taken place. After these events, the Platari suddenly broke into bowing and worshipful stances, fully believing that these newcomers were indeed servants of their deity, making praises and prayers.

Through the Flames
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A booming laughter resounded, echoed, and warped through the depths of Shivan’s maddened realm; Shivan himself was finally being entertained; something that doesn’t happen often... Watching the puny, oblivious race on the world he had created bowing down to yet another confused and outright baffled race that he had allowed to enter his realm. Shivan didn't expect, or care if they would survive in the pocket-realm he had created, but regardless, he had seemed to have found a new form of entertainment he hadn't realized existed in a long time.

Playing with mortals beliefs, deities, and minds was fun... As he was watching the Yotharra, he was also paying attention to the billions of battlefields and slaughters happening all over his vast realm of warfare, chaos, and ruin. Countless billions of mortal civilizations, some that had wandered in, and most that he had created, were fighting needless, endless, pointless, and outright insane wars for little more than additional glory, greed, and power. All of this chaos had been created by Shivan's realm itself. The very existence of the realm drove mortal beings into a maddened state of slaughter and warfare for little reason. "Oh this is one of the best times I have ever had in a long time..." Shivan said to himself laughing all the while. His voice resounded between a common language, some deep demonic language, and some other infernal draconic language all at once, bouncing between dimensional space, time, and reality. As Shivan watched the pitiful, confused, and oblivious Yotharra, he decided he wanted to mess with them a bit more, but first, he would study them, watching for exploitable points that he could use to his advantage. For now, he would leave them be with the new problem of dealing with an oblivious race that now seems to worship them.
 
LORE EVENT - GENERAL DEVELOPMENT OF THE STORY, Universal Knowledge that can be introduced in the continuum of any story should anyone chose to (Be mindful of the Continuity).

THE THAUMATURGE - The Tryion In Eridmius/ The Paradigm of Relvion – The Unstoppable force and The Unmovable Object.

Theme --> DJ Kim - Time and Space


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The One Almighty Originator of all
The creator of the Omniverse and the living will on which all that is stands.

“The width of creation is His thought, The depth of a God His passion, The Complexities of an Ender His Joy, the caverns of death are His Harvest and the highest peaks of eternity are the Glory of His Throne” – Elemental Hekthusariadd of the 3rd Age of The Light – In Glory we Believe – Scrolls of Eternity

Some refer to Him as The Living Magic, The Conscious Will or The Torrent of the Ethers.

The biggest mystery that ever existed, that is IF he indeed is a reality, or for that matter can be considered to be within existence at all... His most common name is “The Tryion in Eridmius” and “The Paradigm of Relvion” Though nobody who even knows about The Originator have ever pronounced even a letter of His name because it was highly feared and strongly enforced that to do so would infer consequences upon reality that many do not even dare talk about.

Among those mortals who find out about Him and have a deity above their reality, He is compared to the Abomination, though nobody claims him to be evil, but the mere thought that there may be a force stronger than their deity sends such terror in those poor souls that causes insanity if believed. For nobody likes to think that the deity they love is not the one who has everything under control.

Though such existential crisis is avoided in the Aeons of The Originator, as then no evil is inferred upon anyone due to His supreme benevolence to redeem and repair everything broken.

Among the deities who have an Ender above them, it is seldom thought of, as even though they know they aren’t in control, to think that even the Enders don’t have everything figured out, is too much to bare.

The Devils are mostly oblivious to any theory of a power that transcends even the most transcendent of powers and the Oronoss are priding in their might so much they are completely blind to even the fact that they are not the only Oronoss entity out there sometimes, though exceptions be made in cases where they are assembled in societies of such evil.

Nothing within the Omniverse can ever challenge Him and expect to win a contest, for He wields the very concept of Power and Life. In fact He is referred to as Power when someone knows about Him express this in the sentence: ” Power’s will be done”

Others call Him Life or Consciousness. But then again these are titles only given by the Enders as seldom deities have ever found slices of information regarding him. Let alone the mortals who in their ignorance and pride think of the Deity who created their realm to have such titles fit for describing how they see them.

And not necessarily unwarranted, for a 4th dimensional being such as a deity can easily be mistaken for an almighty being by a mortal who resides within a universe.

There have been many attempts to destroy Him or replace Him. Many eons ago, by countless beings of great power, pride or stupidity.

For such reckless ideologies that there has to be a way to get all that power comes from a misguided belief that the law of power is something that stands unbiased and neutral and acts as a resource who serves whomever is wise enough to discover it’s secrets. Such mentality is an adversarial mentality that has sent all those who indulged in it to the deepest pits of Perdition and, indeed, many have even been completely consumed by the very Omniverse itself, because even creation as a whole stands against whomever chooses this path.

It has seldom gotten into the minds of the 4th dimensional beings though, as only the Enders and Oronoss get to know even fragments about Him in these days. Though that isn’t the case when He does indeed return to sit on His throne of Glory, for then all creation is brought to justice and judgement.

His name, The Tryion in Eridmius, has been revealed to mean an opera of stories, for these words are not a single sentence or just two words. They stand out as the most ancient of tongues from the very womb of existence. Two syllables written in a codex that stands at the very root of all that which exists and has known to drive any creature, sometimes even the Enders, to insanity by merely looking at it, as it’s shear pressure and glory and power is way above any level of existence and is known to be spoken only by The Originator Himself.

And if you ask, how then, is it that anyone knows of this, then it is by His Grace alone that the most ancient and loyal of Enders can bare the pressure of this name and the sight of these symbols.

His Holy Almighty Name

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Celexikor-Nedduh'Meddayin (A world to cover a star)
Origins of the Hyper-world type structures.
Theme -> Ronny K - Unstoppable


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Personal Diary of Makiallos'Soh-El
An ancient testimony since before the great expansion


(story takes place before the construction of the exploration Titans Hecktofiossel and Keldior and others)

Date: Aeon: Raf-99; Generation: 83 Reincarnation: 5. The completion of a great project

Celexikor-Nedduh'Meddayin, Having been under construction for the last three million years, this artificial shell-world is finally finished.
A marvel to praise The Goddess Ahridaziel for, of whom existence i am personally in debt of as her spirit son.

This is the most ambitious project we have ever undertaken in the eons of our existence, for, to completely harvest five thousand eighty-nine worlds out of which two thousand and five were gas giants having in possession dozens of their own moons which stood apart from the rest of the system, has been widely considered a ridiculous and absurd project.
Considering the shear scale of only one planet, even with all our might and ancient wisdom is a vast challenge only to terraform, let alone completely harvest the whole of it's body for raw materials.

That is to say, we indeed managed to consume whole worlds across the vastness of our territory, throughout long eras of time in order to supply the construction of our ever increasing fleet and space colonies, in fact i personally remember a past life of mine, i think it was the 3rd of my existence, of whom i was a mining operations director that designated planet Alfagor, a volcanic hellscape, among hundreds around a dying red dwarf star, as a strip-mining location. It was several hundreds of thousands of years later that it was completely harvested.
So i might even speak with some level of authority when i say how hard and tedious a job it is to remove a planet from the face of the universe.

Coming back to the original idea, this actually came out as a joke made by one of our council sisters from this sector of our territory.
The records show that there was a celebration taking place for a newly founded sector of successful colonies where the people got high and cracked crazy ideas as jokes as they were laughing and mating and dancing while worshipping our Goddess and my Spirit Mother Ahridaziel.
Among this chatter the heads of the sector continued the chain of crazy ideas and one of them said, and i quote from the history databanks:

"... no, no, no... listen Livis, hahaha... ok, ok, ok... never mind the pink looking music around your beautiful ears and the stars covered in a glass globe... hmmm... stars covered in a globe... here's a thought! Let's cover a star up completely!..."

Believe it or not this was the actual state of mind our present councillor had three million years ago when this idea originated... Of course that everybody laughed their souls out but she actually stuck with it and decided to start building it. There was not much resistance as we are not very big on cowering away from seemingly impossible projects but some concerns to her sanity were expressed, though nobody at that time actually expected this project to be successful. And it may very well never have been finished were it not for my creator Mother Ahridaziel's intervention and signs of support.

It was just yesterday that i took my twin sister and spirit-spouse Neriss'Vexon to visit the interior of this newly finished "world of worlds" as it is nicknamed.View attachment 9531
A prime candidate for colonisation? Surely! a paradise and a sight for sore eyes? You bet!

To confess i myself was among the skeptics throughout these eons, minding of my own business and having not even being reincarnated at the time this idea was formed.

My life is that of a curious space-engineer, so i did took a bunch of freelancing jobs and participated in its construction solely because of The Goddess felt very involved in this project. And as all males of my people are her direct children and prophets we can feel that this was a kick in our back sides to get us out of our stagnation.

This was a couple hundred thousand years ago when i was just still a youngling in this life, and let me tell you the imposing outer aspect of this structure was a bit scary even for me... Not in a bad way but in a might imposing way, the size of this artificial world's outermost shell is that of a white giant star yet it is solid carbonite crystal fibres and dekatronium metal fibres weaved together in the most impenetrable of alloys to act as the base of the structure's skeleton and protection of Celexikor!

Though we may seem like gods to the most primitive kinds of space faring civilizations, this endeavour could not have worked save for the instructions of my Mother and creator of our Universe. Her magic rituals enhanced our supernatural powers and melded together spirit and circuitry in such a startling way that only the most ancient of ascended civilizations could bare. The gift of such grace was breath-taking and now that this project is finished i'm sure that there will be a worship party like no other, in fact just now as i'm writing this journal, i can see on the network reports of uncountable Tassia'Mel heading towards this new home for our people, and many even posting their videos of departure as they plan to live the rest of their lives here!

I can even sense it in the spirit flux conduits of the universe the utter devotion that my Mother is about to receive. This party is going to be trully glorious!


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A Darker Tale (present day)
Time wars, and the mnemonic time streams
Theme ->Imagine Music - Andromeda


Soldier – Uxis’Thidarria | Traveler’s Log – Mission: replace councillor Murriah without triggering a time storm.
Location – Frost forests of planet Si’zano 1006


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While i’m here infiltrating my own home planet, believe it or not, it sends my mind spinning just by thinking about it but then again...
Well, for what it’s worth, might as well repeat what the mnemonic time streams are.

It was a few trillion years ago that this power was bestowed upon us by the Mother of all and Goddess under the Immortallis Eterniss Empire of Gods.
This power... This Meta-Tech, i can seldom understand it, though i barely even spent time studying about it as all the time soldiers ought to do,
It enables us to open something like a rift within the temporal flux of the universe in order to enable us to travel in the past. Up to this point everything seems understandable, right? Well, hold your breath dear because i’m just starting.

In order for the device to work, a living creature has to be the “victim” of this apparatus, by either being caged in an electrode based cage which is enhanced with Thuum runes – which, legend has it that they are a form of black speech which our Goddess used to know before the creation of our universe.

The counterpart of the cage is for the sentient volunteers or otherwise prisoners...
The device pierces through the creature’s mind and shoots some form of metaversal anchors inside the time veil of the fabric of the Universe.
The next phase is to engage the Thuum runes by chanting the name of our Goddess in reverse, and the names of all the 57 sub-deities created by her at some point in time.

This then splits all the recorded micro-seconds of memory of said creature or person into time essence, all moments of said beings existence since birth till present, and are stored in an ethereal drive.
Now, at this point, most animals die due to the vast tidal forces of raw power that are applied on it’s mind, and only a small 13% of animals survive but severely damaged.

The Tassia’Mel, on the other hand, barely even feels a tingle, this part though has confused me incredibly for a long time, as to why, it may be due to our strong and ancient genetics or the blessings of our Goddess, since this project IS of her will that it has been done, or simply both... Nevermind the why’s, let’s get back to the how’s:
All the mnemonic data are actual replicas of our ‘cough – gasp’ ENTIRE universe! Actual frozen moments in time separated, somehow, via, what they call “time plasma”.
These moments are processed by the Relativity Time Engines, and become actual places that can be visited, which are overlaid on the real time stream of our universe.

At the beginning this was considered madness, and was thought to threaten the very stability of the Multiverse nevermind just our universe. But we were proven wrong, and even committed a sin of unbelief against our Goddess’s might, after all she IS omnipotent... Her forgiveness was just as baffling though...
These meta-verses, for lack of a better definition, then become targets for colonization and assimilation.
In the present meta-verse i find myself in, it is actually one of my memories from 100 years ago, which makes this mission even tougher, due to the fact that i actually have to kill myself, talk about scary.

The way all of these missions are carried out, are by first replacing key rulers from all our colonies, no easy feat mind you, and then working out a conspiracy against our whole civilization, which causes all our past selves to become dull and placid, and when this takes place, the army sweeps in and, well, this next part isn’t nice... But everyone is killed, with weapons that have equipped time anchor beams which are about a trillion times stronger than the chair in which i stood to have my memories collected.

The strength of these Mnemonic Time Stream collection based weapons is so brutal, that not only it collects 0.000,000,000,000,000,000,000,001 of a second worth of memory, whereas a second fraction’s worth of memory would be only one hundredth of a second, but due to this power even our Tassia’Mel past selves have their heads turned to literal mush leaving behind headless bodies.

Obviously nobody puts up a fight anymore, and as a result of this ritual, we managed to accumulate a hefty trillion mnemonic time colonies over the course of history.
The rate at which we are expanding through time if not through space is seriously mind-numbing. But all the Glory goes to our beloved Goddess for such power. And may our worship be heard by our beloved Enders!



PS: there’s a lot of DNA from all of those corpses which is diligently collected and preserved for when special cloning facilities are built for the processing of paradox energy which is also used to the creation of many clones out of those people that we had to kill...
 
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The Gior - Tiraxius Prime - The Etaraxian Jungles - The Ikir Clan - 6002 E -
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Deep in the thick Etaraxian Jungles, the Ikir Clan trudged through the dense forestry and murky soil. Giant trees stretching far up into the clouds were littered all over the place, with many smaller trees scattered about the forest floor, and plentiful amounts of giant-leaved foliage covered the forest floor. The air was thick and humid to a point where water was flowing and streaming down the tree canopy and from the purple leaves of the flora. Hundreds of thousands of Gior cut their way through the jungles, many looking wary and dim, keeping constant watch on the forest around them. Gior citizens carried tents, supplies, resources, and materials, while soldiers patrolled the outer areas of the hoard. The Ikir Clan, better known as the Ikir Nomads, is a large Nomadic Clan, hardly staying in one place for long, and generally wandering around the Etaraxian Jungles, one of the deadliest regions of the Gior homeland.

The Prime of the Ikir Clan, Iatahn, walked at the front of the Clan, with a flint-tipped spear in one hand, and a flint axe in the other. "Hold! We rest here tonight!" She shouted at the hoard. At her command, the hoard eventually came to a stop, many Gior broke off into smaller groups and split from the main hoard to camp out for the night, while the rest remained at the main camp, setting down their tents, collecting firewood, hunting local wildlife, and lighting fires. It wasn't long before the camp was set, and the hunting parties returned with fresh meats and kills for the Clan to eat. Iatahn climbed up onto a tall rock, overlooking her Clan. Eventually, only Iatahn, her guard, and the patrols were awake, keeping watch over the Clan and each of the camps. Suddenly, the sounds of rustling leaves and stomping feet erupted from the tree lines. Three night patrol guards were running from the south of the main camp, some of the Gior soldiers and citizens were awakened by the sudden activity. Suddenly, a giant clawed talon came from the trees and grabbed one of the fleeing night patrols, and before they could even scream, they were snatched away from the camp and into the jungles. "KROXAR!" Iatahn shouted, pointing south and pulling out both of her weapons. Soldiers immediately started getting up and rushing to the weapons storage, emerging from their tents and readied to fight. The citizens meanwhile all started waking up and putting out their tent lights, keeping their children hidden and quiet and hiding in their tents.

Gior soldiers stood staring at the beast, looking up at its massive maw, three pairs of reptilian eyes, and its frilled neck. Its back was lined with spines and needles, and its two sets of tree-thick legs, both of which accompanied by clawed talons, and its tail, lined with needles, with a giant, spear-like stinger, large enough to easily impale a Gior. The Kroxar's thick scaled hide shined lightly from the torchlight, and the few fine beams of the moonlit glow breaking through the canopy, as the beast stood only 30 feet tall, but over 100 feet long. The Kroxar is considered one of the smallest of the megafauna on the planet. Thousands of Gior soldiers charged at the beast, but it simply swiped its tail, whipping a few hundred away, and brought a massive talon down upon a group of fifty, crushing them entirely. Warriors started stabbing and slashing at its legs and underside, and a rain of arrows from the archers nearby fell upon the beast. Axes and primitive spears and hammers merely scraped or bounced off of its thick hide, and the arrows that fell upon it only got stuck in its armor, or bounced off of it. Iatahn charged at the beast, climbing up its tail and sliced off its stinger with a mighty swing of her axe, found a weak point in its armor, and plunged her spear deep into its flesh. The beast screeched and roared, thrashing around, trying to get her off of it, rolling onto her warriors and into trees. Through all the noise, a massive boom echoed across the land, not previously heard before through all the conflict, but getting louder and louder. All the warriors stopped fighting, even Iatahn, yet the creature kept thrashing and shrieking. The footsteps were massive, far larger than this beast, yet its source couldn't be seen through the canopy. Iatahn leaped off the beast, looking up to the canopy. The Kroxar struggled to get back upright, reoriented itself, and shook its now mud-covered body, before turning back at Iatahn. It reared back, and took a leap at her. In mid air, the Kroxor was caught by a giant hand. The hand of Eclipsis. The creature thrashed and squirmed in her grasp, but it was no use. The creature was lifted up into the air and through the canopy. Through the newly created hole in the treetops, Iatahn saw the Kroxar lifted up into Eclipsis's mouth, before it closed around it. Eclipsis then turned away, heading off again, on another one of her great hunts.


The Gior - Tiraxius Prime - Shiv, Capital of the Shiv Empire - 6202 E

Sitting upon his throne, Shivik’Iamas, Prime of the Shiv Empire, sighed heavily. The walls, floor, and roof of his palace was neatly decorated with plentiful amounts of gold, the palace itself made of the finest and highest quality Jadestone bricks, each one smooth, carefully chipped, and laid into each slot. Every part of the palace had been surgically built and laid out with utmost care and quality; yet even though Shivick'lamas had been gifted with Shivan's very name, as the 75th Prime of the first Gior empire, with one of the greatest palaces in history, and more wealth than a single Gior could ever imagine, even with such an honor to carry their very deities' name and being the Prime of the Shiv Empire, he sat on his throne, bitterly looking out of the open Palace gate, out into the wilds in the direction of the Eclipsimundi Empire. "I should be the greatest Prime in history... Not that unworthy, lucky, fake of a False Prime..." Shivick'lamas thought to himself. Jealousy, bitterness, and distain seemed to have filled the throne room as Shivick'lamas stared at the wilds. "She only became Prime because she was born under the Eclipse! I am the True Gior Prime! My father, his father, his father's father, and every other great Prime down our Primal bloodline had that honor, but yet I do not?! The only Prime in my bloodlines history? I cannot stand for this any longer! We will bring down the False Mortal Goddess in Shivan's name!" Shivick'lamas suddenly boomed, erupting from his throne, startling many of his palace servants, and even the palace guard. "B...But... The Eclipsimundi Empire is hundreds of times larger than our own! We cannot go to war with... With her..." An advisor stuttered. "I know that, but we have Shivan on our side! I hold the honor of Shivan's very name, and so does the Empire I command! Gather the war council, we prepare immediately!" Shivick'lamas responded arrogantly. He then sat back down onto his throne, filled with desire, greed, and malice against the "unworthy" he so dared to name Eclipsis, not realizing that these very words, and this idea, had doomed the Shiv Empire to an everlasting war...


The Gior - Tiraxius Prime - Eclipsi, Capital of the Eclipsimundi Empire - 6202 E

As Shivan's eye raised across the horizon, the Gior of the Eclipsimundi Empire slowly began to awaken. Gior young and old clambered out of their homes, ready to start a new day. Farmers resumed cultivating crops for their livestock, miners harvested metals, stones, and ores from the ground, and others continued their daily tasks and jobs, and soldiers patrolled the streets of the city of Eclipsi, the beating heart of the Eclipsimundi Empire. In the very center of Eclipsi, a temple stood, scraping 3 miles into the sky. In the heart of the temple, Eclipsis, the Mortal Goddess of the Gior, rested upon her golden throne. Even the largest of Gior Temple Guards were the size of mere ants compared to Eclipsis and the throne she rested upon. Even now, she could still feel her power climb as her empire grew, and here she rested, content and well, keeping herself within the Eclipsi Temple. Her citizens gathered in the middle of the day, where Shivan's eye was raised at its highest, where the whole of the Empire stopped what they were doing to pray, and to praise the holy light of Shivan's eye, the Eclipse, and Shivan himself.

Shivan's eye, a manifestation of dark power directly created by Shivan, and the only source of heat and light in the Tiraxian realm. To most civilizations, it is referred to as an Aura-Node of Greed, others might argue it is technically a star, however, the Tiraxians refer to it as "Shivan's eye", as the yellow and red light flowing out of it like a fountain of magical essence, reminds Eclipsis, and those lucky or blessed enough to witness Shivan's face, of Shivan's eyes. Due to this, the Eclipsimundi Empire officially named the fountain of magical power that blessed their world with light and heat, named it "Shivan's eye", and rightfully so. Thankful for the light that illuminates their world and blessed with heat, the Gior, mainly the Eclipsimundi Empire, worships and praises Shivan's eye, to ensure that it raises again the next day. However, the Gior, and most of the Tiraxians do not realize what Shivan's eye truly is. Nevertheless, they continue to worship it, and the deity that created them and their world.

Shortly after the praising of the eye, Eclipsis's hundred Generals marched into the temple with a messenger. All of those that had just entered then stopped half way on a giant red and gold carpet, and kneeled to Eclipsis. "You may speak." Eclipsis said, her voice booming as it echoed against the walls of the temple. "Your venerated, our diplomats received word from a Shiv messenger... The Shiv Empire has declared war upon our holy nation. They oppose your might, the Shiv Prime himself dared to call you unworthy of Shivan's blessing!" one of the Generals responded. Eclipsis remained silent for a while, simply looking down at the Generals. After an unbearable silence, Eclipsis finally spoke. "If they attack, chase their armies back to the pits they crawled out of... We have more important matters to deal with..." The Generals nodded in agreement, many relieved that Eclipsis did not order full on war, as the Eclipsimundi Empire was currently struggling with food. Without going fully into war, they could focus more on the issues of the empire, and better improve the lives of its citizens, and the tiny size of the Shiv Empire did not concern the Eclipsimundi Empire in any stance.



The Gior - Tiraxius Prime - Kahareahll, Capital of Kahar, State of the Shiv Empire - 6491 E - Scene Ambience

Shouts and cries echoed through the streets as the Eclipsimundi soldiers marched through yet another Shiv Empire city. The largest Gior conflict in Tiraxian history, which had lasted for 289 years so far, still continues. General Saruhn Eclimaharh Crassahr led his army into the Shiv Empire city of Kahareahll, one of the largest Shiv cities, raiding and pillaging it with ease. The Eclipsimundi had been deliberately disregarding the Shiv Empire, and had done little about them for the past 261 years, the Eclipsimundi Empire finally began to bring down the full force of its armies against the Shiv Empire and its idiocy. Although the Eclipsimundi soldiers weren't as well trained as the Shiv soldiers were, the Eclipsimundi soldiers were far better equipped, and outnumbered the Shiv Empires entire military 60 to 1.

General Saruhn's metal armor, which was decorated with gold strips and decorative patterns, shone neatly under the torchlight. His broadsword holstered over his back, the leather strap hanging lightly over his shoulder, and the massive metal shield held under his arm. The Eclipsimundi General pointed and called out to his men, barking out orders and directions on where next to move and what next to attack. Many know well that Saruhn is not one to mess with easily, and a hard one to deal with when deployed into battle. With an unrelenting force of over 700,000,000 men under his command, an empowering presence, and powerful, yet effective tactical knowledge and skill under his grip, and the very power of his sword and shield bring terror to his foes, and spilled blood to those who dare face him in direct combat.

"ENOUGH! Surrender now, Shiv! Your conscripts and the city guard is no match for my 100,000,000 men, or the 600,000,000 more that surround the city! This is your only chance to end this pointless bloodshed, I wish not to spill any more blood in this city!" Saruhn called out to the city Bastion, the fortress and guard center of the city. Saruhn stood in front of the Bastions gate, and thousands of his men surrounded it, with thousands more gathered behind the General. It wasn't long before Kahareahll's guard and resistance declared it's surrender, and any remaining resistance eventually ceased. This battle was merely a demonstration of the might of the Eclipsimundi Empire, and the armies it commands. Shiv had already lost 70% of its territory, and still had yet to claim even the mere farmland outskirts of the Eclipsimundi Empire. Even now, the Eclipsimundi Empire still has yet to bring its larger armies and generals out, and currently, the only general that had been deployed against the Shiv Empire was Saruhn, yet so far, Saruhn and his men alone already seem like they will finish the war.


The Gior - Tiraxius Prime - Shiv, Capital of the Shiv Empire - 6492 E - Scene Ambience

The Gior citizens of the Shiv Empire continued their protests against Shivick'lamas and the pointless war he declared. Shivick already had begun to feel, and even become weaker, as his peoples disapproval spread, and talk of a new Prime Candidate had already started spreading. Nearly the entire Shiv Empire disapproved of Shivick'lamas now, many of them referring to him as lamas, and ignoring or revoking Shivan's blessing from the Shiv Prime. Hundreds of thousands of Gior citizens and even soldiers swarmed the base of the palace, and the colossal stairway that led up to the entrance of it. Shivick, already irritated by the noise outside, rose from his throne, which had already became too large for him, as his size, strength, and power declined with the disapproval that had spread across his Empire. "ENOUGH OF THIS! All of you! Leave me to think! I am your leader, the true Prime of the Gior!" Shivick'lamas shouted at the hoard of protesters from the gate of his palace. What followed afterward was an eruption of disapproval among the protesters, even most of the palace guard walked down the stairs to join them. Shivick'lamas finally realized the true state of the situation, but noticed too late, as now, there was no going back. Shivick'lamas returned to his Throne, now knowing that it would not be his for much longer.

Only a month later, Shivick'lamas's Prime status had been revoked, and his blessing of Shivan's name removed. Shivick'lamas's name had been changed to Lamasik, and a new Prime, Ihahn, of whom had been blessed with Shivan's name, was given the name Shivrak’iahn, the new Prime of the Shiv Empire. Only a week after Shivrak'iahn had become Prime, he officially declared the Shiv Empire's surrender. The Shiv Empire was forced to pay tribute to the Eclipsimundi Empire for many decades to come, as compensation for the previous pointless war, however, all of the Shiv Empire territory that had been claimed by the Eclipsimundi Empire was returned back under the control of its respective owners, and the Eclipsimundi Empire and its people assisted in the repairs of every destroyed or damaged major settlement. The Shiv Empire, and all other Gior Nations that had witnessed the war, or those that heard of it, came to fully understand the true might and power of the Eclipsimundi Empire, and the amount of power they hold to sway the other Nations under them. Eclipsis herself made this clear to all others who would dare oppose her, as she clearly demonstrated that she and her armies could have eradicated the First Gior Empire with little cost to her Empire and its armies.
 
The Obsidian Caves of Obsallon'Ikseddius
Theme
Sound Of The Alarm
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A concert of worship to sing glory to the Goddess Ahridaziel was taking place in these caves, as a *Teriss Violin Singer was leading the whole chorus. Seemingly electronic instrument sounds were coming off the entrance of this cave, once formed by a massive volcanic eruption, shaped by the diligent sculpting hands of a geologic sorcerer, as the beautiful feminine voice seemingly was singing a tragic romantic story of a burning home that engulfed a couple of lovers. A couple of Tassia'mel legacies.

Often, one could hear the songs of the Tassia'Mel, and if too rational, not one single hint could be understood from them, but if listened to them with the heart, though a saddened cry or a freeing laugher could be provoked, the message aimed to be conveyed, would be easily and clearly understood.

What would have been the meaning of the beating drums, the chorus voices of many Tssia'mel in the background, echoing and reverberating through the hexagonal pillars of ancient and robust obsidian?
A prophecy? A past death of some precious member of their society? A story of deep meaning to convey their deep and meaningful care they tend to express for each other?
The drums were various beats of pulse energy thrown at robust and voluminous pillars of Obsidian.
The echoes in the background were hundreds of Tassia'mel singing shouts of emotion to their Goddess.

The leading violin singer was also the one whose voice was singing a seeming riddle or parable describing an intimate couple being consumed by a fire in their sleep.

The obvious meaning was a prophecy, a disaster of some sort that was approaching a new "child" of theirs, as they like to call their newly formed colonies and terraformed worlds...

"Baby it's the last night! The smoke... it fills our lungs!
Now, it's almost midnight, we are caught up in a firefight, losing everything we loved!
We didn't see the fire or hear the breaking glass, baby, we were sleeping through the sounds of the alarm, all the walls were falling, as I lay there, in your arms!"


A clear expression of their losing something precious to their souls, a love deep within their nature, worlds burning, homes ravaged, and what's worse it was all happening as they were all deep within their comfort expressing their love for one another and the life around them.
One could easily ask, how is such a song even possible to be turned into a worship party?

How is it that expressing the pain of the loss of life is something that can be made into a song?
It all lay withing their wisdom!
For they knew, the universe was a hostile place, they knew life and death sing a cosmic harmony beyond anyone's comprehension, and that even within death they still live, as their souls go and meet their gods and they are enhanced while reaching back to the universe for a second life.

Lessons to be learned!

Thought these people are ancient as the Gods of legend and wise as a star, mistakes are inevitable, the dance of life continues and it spins through the cycles of death and rebirth. Remembering their place in creation, a disaster was approaching, and nothing they could do was sufficient to prevent, as even the Gods they worship sometimes fail them!

What could possibly be the reason for their praise party, one might ask?
The story of creation, in their cosmic eyes, the Tassia'Mel people, see a broader view of creation, than a primitive planet-bound civilization.
They understand the harsh and darker side of their Goddess Ahridaziel, yet still, they praise even the surges of destruction for they respect that through destruction, new life and creation is formed, and even better than the last. They understand that their beloved Gods also go through similar processes of temptation and redemption just like them, for they (The Tassia'Mel) are not newcomers to the omniverse!


Footnote: Terris violin - The violin this particular Tassia'Mel is holding and singing with, is an instrument blessed by the very Goddess that made their universe. Forged in the Timeless Vaults which are located in a pocket of space between the hyper-lane network in hyperspace and normal space, an instrument that when used, it's vibrations reverberate through dense crystalline structures or minerals, and make the song be incredibly deeply loud. Almost as if one was wearing incredibly high-end headphones, sealing their ears completely to the outside world and immersing them totally in the song.
It acts as a song leader, as all other sounds in the room or hall where this instrument is used, are manipulated to dance around its lead.
a holy instrument, and highly respected, it is forged only one every 10 years, and never is a hand laid on it until such time that a worship party or any religiously focused event is planned.
Obsallon'Ikseddius - Tassia'Mel language, the words here are not as straightforward to translate, as they are heavily charged with divine essence from countless prayers, but it essentially stands for "The Holy Hexagons of Obsidian"
 
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The Hithorian Collective - Hithorian Space, Sector 702 - Relay Outpost 999-702-Alpha 7

View attachment 9585Hithorian soldiers patrolled the empty corridors of the massive orbital structure. The relay outpost, responsible for relaying communications and detecting unwanted visitors in Hithorian Space, was keeping a clean watch on their radars and communications. The command station was filled with Hithorian communicators, diplomats, catalogers, reporters, scientists, and other personnel. Blue painted metal walls made of Vuthir alloys lined the room, with black and grey metal doors, lined with glowing yellow neon strips lay at the far back and front of the command station. On the left and right sides of the command station, giant glass windows made up both sides walls, going up to the roof, looking out into the vast emptiness of space. Control panels, computers, and monitors lined the room, with personnel accompanying each station. As it usually does, the speakers at the top of the station boomed to life. "Report: No abnormal activity detected... Recent message received... Playing back message: (This is Muah-ehll, Captian of the Iuri'dias, requesting docking access... Respond 999-702-Alpha 7...) Message end..." the station AI said. "This is Relay Station 999-702-Alpha 7... Iuri'dias, you are clear for docking. Please make your way to docking station 17, zone 9." the dockmaster responded. "That's a copy 999-702-Alpha 7, proceedi- ..." The communications suddenly bursted into static. "Iuri'das, is there a problem?" The dockmaster said. No response. "Iuri'das, this is 999-702-Alpha 7... Please respond..." Again, radio silence. Before the dockmaster could ask again, suddenly, the communications erupted into activity. Sounds of monstrous screeches and roars filled the communications, and the sounds of flesh and fluids resonated in the background. "Sktehhth... Mieaskshhhk Iahhhhthsssssssck... Rahhknshhethhh... Sleathskeah!" A gurgling, groaning, raspy voice called through the noises that filled the background, before all communications immediately cut. "Hello? Hello? 999-702-Alpha 7? This is the Iuri'das! Is everything alright?!" Muah-ehll shouted through the coms as the static faded. "Yes, yes... We hear you loud and clear Iuri'das... Our communications was just interfered with by... Some alien force... We are looking into it now... End communications..." The dockmaster said. "Find out what the hell that was, and send a message to command! Prepare 1st contact procedures, and order a Xeno diplomat! This order is now top priority!" The stationmaster ordered. The command station erupted into activity, communications were being sent back and forth, and new orders were being sent by the stationmaster to his crew. "WARNING! ANOMALY DETECTED! LOCATION MARKED!" The station AI started shouting. "FTL EXIT DETECTED! UNKNOWN SHIP SIGNATURES DETECTED!" Suddenly, space itself seemed to be cracking, with red and purple light spewing through the cracks, and a thin dark-green mist began to spill from it. The cracks began to get larger and larger as they spread across the empty space, before shattering. It was almost like looking through a window into another world. A dark green mist filled this realm, with flesh-covered planets connected together by a web of tendril-like structures, and an uncountable number of dot-sized ships filled its void. Dozens of alien ships began to pass through; some of them were metal, yet covered in flesh, bone, muscle, and other tissues, with tendrils reaching out from its hull and in-between the armor plating, while others were entirely biological. A xeno diplomat had just docked into the station, and the crew was now bustling and running all over the place, rushing to get jobs done. "Prepare 1st contact procedure! We do this with peaceful interaction, keep weapons on safety! Engage only if met with hostile force!" The stationmaster ordered the diplomat and his team. As the diplomat prepared to depart, the AI then said. "Roughly 150,000,000,000 ships detected so far, more incoming..." Worry began to fill the stationmaster as he sat down onto his chair, and though for a while. "Wait... This doesn't feel right... This looks like a war fleet, and those sounds didn't sound friendly... This... No... This can't be... This... This sounds like the legend of the Great Sickness..." The stationmaster finally said. "TELL THE DIPLOMAT TO GET BACK! CALL THE MILITARY, NOW!" The stationmaster shouted. The Diplomat's ship and it's crew had already gotten close to the alien fleet. Suddenly, distress calls from the Diplomat ship started going off as the alien fleet began to fire upon it. Fleshy tendrils wrapped themselves around the diplomats ship, small creatures began to swarm out of larger ships, quickly landing on the diplomats ship and tearing chunks off of it before flying off again, and a barrage of kinetic ammunition came pouring down upon it. The severed remains of the ship began to float off into the emptiness of space. The stationmaster stood speechless, just moving his arm and laid his hand down on a large red button. "WARNING! EVACUATE, EVACUATE! WARNING! EVACUATE, EVACUATE!" The station AI shouted over and over again as red blinking lights and alarms began to go off. Crew were rushing to escape vessels and their ships in the docking bays, security escorted the stationmaster to his own personal shuttle as Hithorian people began pushing and shoving each other. The hostile alien fleet was closing in quickly, its tiny 'fighters' began to swarm forward, and were the first to arrive, immediately attacking some of the fleeing ships. As the stationmaster's ship launched, behind him, the Relay Outpost came under overwhelming firepower. In less than 40 seconds, the station had already been torn apart. The alien fleet continued its pursuit, more of these alien ships could still be seen leaving FTL in the far background as a swarm of ships blotted out the light of the star. In the direction the fleeing ships were headed, vertical lines of bright yellow light began appearing in space, before splitting open into windows of yellow light and energy. Yellow, blue, grey, and black colored hulls began to leave these windows of light; the 997th Hithorian Collective defense fleet had arrived. Beams of yellow energy flew from their turrets, and yellow hexagonal shields powered up around the ships before becoming invisible, reappearing with each impact against it as the hostile fleet fired upon them. The Hithorian fleet was greatly outnumbered already, and their numbers just kept coming. Dozens more cracks in space began to form in the system, and countless more of these alien ships were detected on the outer rims of the system. The 997th defense fleet quickly began recovering the evacuation shuttles and fleeing ships into their docking ports, before preparing their warp drives again. They barely managed to warp out as the hostile fleet was only a few seconds from reaching them. The remains of the defense fleet then began to warp towards the Capital.


The Hithorian Collective - Hithorian Space, Core Sector - Hithoria, Capital of the Hithorian Collective

Reports of hostile alien fleets were blaring from every outer sector in the Northern parts of the Collective. The hostile aliens came from nowhere, and began killing as silently as they had arrived. With little success in communication with them, and no end to their numbers, it became clear that this species did not care for diplomacy or negotiation. "How many are there so far?" Hiu'lukahn, the Chairman of the Collective, asked. "That we have identified? Its hard to tell, but we roughly estimate at least 250,000,000,000,000,000,000 ships so far... It is clear that this is not all they have... Many of our officers and scientists think that this is hardly their full strength... They send their fleets mindlessly, as if they do not care for the losses they take... It is clear that they have far more than this... However, although they mindlessly attack us, they still target points of interest, such as spaceports and ammunition factories, prioritize major colonies, and even bring down points of leadership..." one of the Chairman's officers said. "We hardly have 50,000,000,000 ships... And they are obviously sentient, at least to some form... Any reports from the teams we sent to study the ships we brought down?" Hiu'lukahn said with concern. "We... We only have a single video log..." The officer answered, handing the Chairman a small datastick. Hiu'lukahn plugged the datastick into a computer terminal and pressed the playback button. The screen fizzed to life, slight bits of video static and screen tear occasionally blew onto the screen, but everything could still be made out. It was in the perspective of the leading officer. They stepped out of their breaching pod and into an old metal corridor, strips of flesh lined the walls, celling, and parts of the floor. Tendrils spilled out of the vents and cracks in the walls, celling, and floor. The fleshy substances looked diminished and withered, as if slowly drying out. The team began to walk down the corridor, their flashlights flickering every now and then. The creaking of metal, dripping of fluid, and the teams footsteps filled the audio. "So... What are we trying to find?" one of the team members asked. "We are just here to collect samples and find out more about these things..." The commander said. "Alright, but we better hurry up then... I don-" the soldier was interrupted by a loud scream, coming from down the hallway. The team started running towards the source, bashing through the metal door and into a large chamber. Cargo crates lined the walls, and cargo racks were littered all over the place, many of them knocked over. The room was covered from top to bottom in the fleshy substance. Tendrils were spread all over the place, all of them hanging from the celling and walls, unmoving; limp. All across the walls, the fleshy walls bulged out like cocoons or eggs, with faint shadows of various creatures inside of them. "There... There are people in here..." One of the soldiers said. "Here, help me up!" one of the soldiers kneeled down with his hands cupped out, the other soldier than stepped onto them, and she then pulled out a knife and cut open one of the cocoons. A humanoid creature spilled out of the cocoon with a flow of viscous, reddish-yellow fluid. The humanoid slowly stood up, sputtering and coughing, before turning towards the team. "K-, Ki-, Kill... M-, Meee!" he struggled to beg, before screaming in agony, collapsing to the ground again, breathing faster and harder, howling again in pain as he suddenly jerked onto his back. Sounds of breaking bones and tearing flesh filled the room as one of the humanoids arms began to snap in half, a second arm starting to grow from the broken appendage. His skin began to tear itself off of his body as he entered a seizure, coughing up a foamy green fluid. His chest suddenly blew open, gore and ichor splattering all around him as his ribcage began to twist into a maw-like structure, and tendrils began to burst from his back and right side of his neck. The screaming finally stopped, and his mutilated body lay limp on the floor. "Wh... What the fuck was that?" The commander asked. Before he could get an answer, whatever the man had become suddenly bursted into activity again. The creature stood up, its upper body flopping backward, before stretching its three arms and making an ear-piercing, inhuman screech. It then turned towards the soldiers, and rushed at them, teeth open and claws out. One of the soldiers reacted, quickly turning towards it and blasted it with her rifle straight through its chest, its body immediately split in half. The creatures two severed halves occasionally twitched and moved, but it was dead. "What in Bu'thar's name was that?!" one of the other soldiers demanded. Yet before even she could get an answer, a similar blood-curling screech was heard echoing down the hallway they came from. "Looks like we woke up the neighborhood... Loop around and get to evac!" The commander shouted. "Command! This is V881! We need immediate exfil! Contacts, Contacts!" The commander shouted into his communication radio as he started running with the rest of the squad. The commander looked behind him to see a swarm of those things filling the room they were just in. "Shit... Shit... Shit! Go, go, go!" The hoard started chasing them down the corridors of the ship, smashing through every closed door and splitting off down different corridors and junctions to free up space to allow the others to move. The soldiers occasionally turned back and fired a few pistol rounds into the hoard, but there didn't seem to be an end to them. They eventually found themselves in a small junction. Three hallways were connected to it, including the one they came from. At the end of every hallway was a swarming hoard of those monsters. "Sending the video log to command now... Fuck... It was an honor serving the Hithorian Collective... May we meet again in the halls of Bahar..." The commander said mournfully as he clicked a button on his wrist... The 7 soldiers didn't even last a single minuet as they were covered in a sea of bodies and torn apart. Only a few seconds after, the log ended. Everyone in the council room stood speechless. "Wh-... What in Bu'thar's name is this madness? What horror have we encountered? May Bu'thar protect us from... This... Abomination..." The Chairman said woefully. Everyone still remained silent. The Chairman then sat back down on his seat, thinking. "Ready the fleets! Our only hope is to run from this horror! Find someone who may help us send these monsters back to whatever pit they crawled out of!" The Chairman commanded, breaking the silence.


The Thakgarian Infestation - The Thakgarian Realm - Thakgarian Hive

Sounds of gurgling flesh, flowing fluids, and monstrous screeches, roars, and cries echoed across the walls of the hive. Hithorian people were being dragged and carried around it, screaming, crying, and shouting among the other dozens of creatures and species. The Thakgarian did not care for these cries and shouts, for this work was necessary for the survival of their species. A titanic creature standing hundreds of feet tall, with dozens of arms and legs sprouted out of a giant, whale-like body, with a huge abdomen trailing behind the mass of quivering flesh, and a face without ears, eyes, or even a nose; only a massive maw splitting into three separate parts, stood in the middle of a giant chamber several times larger than its size. The broodmother of this hive. More Thakgarian ships flew into the docking chambers of the hive, unloading more and more people from many different races, and plenty of new shipwrecks were being towed into the ship growing chambers. The broodmother finally took a step off of her place, then another, and another, slowly moving towards another chamber. Eventually, she managed to drag her oversized body into another adjacent chamber, standing upon a balcony overlooking the massive room. In the center of the room, another giant creature stood. A few miles tall, with four arms and legs, a long tail splitting off into several more, each tipped with a differently shaped stinger, and its head, still missing. The unfinished abomination was held up by strings of flesh and muscle, the beast suspended only a few inches off the ground. Missing chunks of flesh, bone, muscle, and chitin were scattered all over the surface of its body, and half of one of its arms was still missing. Workers moved from platform to platform, grabbing living creatures sentient or otherwise towards the behemoth, and dropping them onto the missing parts of the construct, adding more flesh and bodies to the construction, molding, weaving, and sculpting the newly added material. Accomplishment filled the broodmother as she turned away again, back to her chamber.
 
Immortallis Eterniss - A God's record for the History Archives pertaining to the Tassia'mel

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It is through cloning that the majority of Tassia’mel population is known to be developed at such enhanced speeds

Though a heavily fertile people, due to them being a blessed Arothai centred species, their cloning facilities act as a means to recreate the lost loved member of society once they depart through death.

One feat is known to glimmer like a star in the night, about their culture, and that is they absolutely love each other like an infatuated sisterhood, therefore every member of society is loved and cherished and therefore mourned when they depart via death.

For, even though they know that everyone reincarnates, and the soul of said person is the essence of their being, the next person will not be the same as the previous, the reincarnated soul will have a different aspect and demeanour and character. Even them remembering their past life is with a standpoint from their new personality.

So in this, it is that they grow attached to their sisters in so much that they decided to develop and perfect the cloning systems.

Their mastery of the art of cloning has reached such heights that they seldom need more than a molecule of processed bio-gel made from the body of the deceased which is dropped in a conception fluid-filled tank, which uses the very essence of the spirit to multiply the material and turn vast amounts of that fluid into flesh and bone while also adding material that was nonexistent previously, onto the newly formed clone.

The bio-gel, which they use, is usually crafted by collecting the body of the deceased Tassia’mel and boiling it in a tank the size of a large building, filled with a special kind of alchemical victus (life) plasma which they make out of the gasses collected from the outer atmospheres of a gas giant.

The gasses are never subjected to compression, though, as they simply have said factory built in space and voided of anything so that they can fill it with that irradiated gas, and they cast a spell that is combined with liquefying tech that makes the whole volume of that tank to be filled with said Victus Plasma out of what would only be 1/1000 of the total volume of the room, worth of compressed gas.

Now that the tank is filled they warm up the temperature until it starts to simmer, as this plasma doesn’t bubble like water when boiled.

At this stage, they introduce the corpse which is allowed to be completely dissolved into the fluid over a course of two to three days.

View attachment 9589The whole tank then becomes a massive cube of greenish looking gel, which is stored in special genetics enhancing energy facility for future use, which is then frozen in a time bubble so that it does not deteriorate.

After this is done they keep collecting spoon full’s of this gelatine from every cube made by all the deceased Tassia’Mel and they fill quintillions upon quintillions of tanks with hundreds of clone prototypes and end up making a few quadrillion clones of each Tassia’mel per facility.

Vast swaths of interstellar space are dedicated to the construction of these cloning arrays, due to the ever-increasing population of Tassia’mel.

Therefore, 70% of the total population of these people are clones almost at all times, though sometimes they vary between 50% clones and 85% clones. As they reduce the cloning activity enough to allow for natural development to continue preserving the variety and genetic stability of these people.

The cloning ritual is ordered in generations, that is, after the original Tassia’Mel departed and their corpse is turned into this bio-gelatine they take a spoon-full of this gel and make the trillion clones from that prototype immediately after departure, and after this round of clones dies they take another spoon-full and make another round of clones. This lasts until the whole cube is consumed.

There’s this other element, where the Tassia’Mel are encouraged to donate their body fluids and hair and skin and all sorts to the lab, even excrements count, where they are alchemised into more genetic material, which they accumulate over the span of their life, and when they die, they mix the genetic liquid they made with the rest of their body before they introduce it into a much bigger boiling tank as the body can easily become a sphere of genetic paste from that alchemical combination that is the size of a mountain, due to the long lifespan and the number of donations they do, (like once every 10 days sometimes)

The amount of usual bio-gelatine cubes that they produce per deceased Tassia’mel can be well within the millions.

Restrictions on making clones of clones:

Though they are so attached to their sisters, they refrain from prolonging and preserving them for too long. They do not, under any circumstance, use the bodies of the clones to make a further gel, as though the first clone body won't be corrupted, if they were to allow this mindset to take root, they would keep making clones of clones, until, at some far point down the line of their existence, these clones would not even look like a Tassia'Mel anymore, and probably just end up dying due to vast genetical instability.

That is to say, there are plenty of parallel universes that have engaged in cloning the clones, and some have dealt away with natural reproduction altogether, such is the nature of a multiverse...

Record Ended... Stored in archive Tas-990, infinity strand 89 of OV (a number to count an infinite number of infinities)
 
LORE EVENT - GENERAL DEVELOPMENT OF THE STORY, Universal Knowledge that can be introduced in the continuum of any story should anyone chose to (Be mindful of the Continuity)

Theme --> Talamasca - We are Freedom

Void Stars - The benevolent constructs of the Omniverse
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It is said that beyond the veil of the familiar there lay further friends of life.
Those sources of light known to be the poor constructs of the universe, yet they stand among the most longevive creations as their essence does not waste even a crumb of fuel, unlike the "rich" stars within a galaxy.

It is a known fact that even the void between the galaxies is not fully empty but rather filled with energy, matter and magic.

The Void Stars, are known to be the supernatural counterparts of the common main sequence stars. These are formed where the gravity well is seldom stressed, at the fringes of a galaxy and beyond.

It is here where, literal bubbles of space, form in sizes that far surpass the scales of a small cluster of stars. These bubbles of literal emptiness provoke the very essence of space to try and "fill" them up, but the force, of which origin isn't exactly known, resists the pressure of countless worlds worth of material and magic and energy, comes crashing down on these bubbles of void, and create a plasmic surface of incredibly powerful nuclear fusion.
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These stars are literally hollow stars. The void bubble beneath the layers of matter, energy and magic essence, is the void anomaly itself that just happens to pop up at random across the universe.

This void sphere is empty space, to the extreme! It is a form of "living" space, for lack of a better word, due to the fact that it rejects with utter force any and all forms of essence that are not pure space, that being said, even light is denied entrance within the void bubble.

Because of this, magic essence mixes up with all forms of energy and radiation and thin gases that are available outside a galaxy, and come crashing down on these anomalies in a desperate attempt to close them or eradicate them.

This war of the laws of physics, cause this "star" to be formed because it triggers an unusual nuclear fusion process that causes the thick crust of stuff to shine more brightly and warmer than even the most voluminous of natural stars in any universe.

The fusion process turns the mix of magic and all forms of radiation and whatever matter is there present, into a form of primal plasma which fuses into hydrogen, then the hydrogen fuses into helium, and so on until iron.

But unlike a normal star, iron keeps fusing because it is compelled to force itself against the surface of whatever force keeps this void bubble alive, and as a result, it keeps fusing, iron into cobalt, cobalt into nickel and so on!

This process does not stop fusing elements until they become so heavy that they produce an unusual, yet very common metal to be found outside the confines of a galaxy.
This metal is so heavy that it literally reverses the gravitational field. It presses so hard on the gravity well that it reverses it, which pushes it beyond the wight necessary to create a black hole.
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It is commonly dubbed the Dekatronium metal, a gravity-defying alloy, which absorbs all wavelengths of light thus rendering it black, which would make it share in some properties of a black hole but for the fact that it acts as a poison to such.

Dekatronium is the last form of matter that can be created by any natural means, and it can no longer be subject to any further nuclear fusion.
That is not without magic because there's no form of technology that can surpass the energy necessary to fuse further and increase the insane atomic weight of this alloy.

Dekatronium is commonly used by intergalactic civilizations for the purposes of building cosmic megastructures because it reverses the gravity field and has insane gravity altering and manipulating properties, it sometimes is the go-to alloy for the construction of gravity generators or gravity engines.

This metal has become such a useful material in the cosmic empires of the omniverse that some "black hole hunters" as they like to call themselves, create bullets of Dekatronium in order to "shoot down" black holes.
By throwing dekatronium in a black hole, it destabilizes its gravity well so much that it explodes in the most massive hyper-novae that any universe has ever seen.
These black hole hypernovae are so powerful that they create vast amounts of matter both gaseous and solid, which serve for the formation of future tens of thousands of star systems.

Dekatronium is also called, sometimes, the living metal, as it feeds off intense gravity wells, such as those of a black hole, and seemingly multiply.
Dekatronium literally grows like a weed, when exposed to intense gravity fields! This being another form of recreation which it has encoded in it's structure.
Those that know the Thaumaturge, Originator of all, might even call this alloy, "The Originator's Joke" as it indeed acts outside the bounds of any logical reasoning even for magical purposes.

The void Star's mystery

It is a known fact that due to the circumstances of their birth, these stars should, by all means, be devoid of planets that orbit them, as all matter, energy and magic simply crashes onto the surface of these empty spheres of space, in a desperate attempt to close these bubbles of this pure and anomalous void.
Still, these systems have tens of thousands of planets orbiting these stars. A startling revelation of yet another baffling fact of creation, Void stars tend to have more planets than even the richest of natural stars.

It has been postulated that through some unusual process of seemingly living will, the hardened matter that is present in the deeper layers of these stars is simply 'sprayed' through coronal mass ejections in the space surrounding the star, thus forming a constant artificial accretion disk which keeps forming plenty of rocky worlds, as well as, due to its immense magical essence, forming vast quantities of gas which is accreted in numerous gas giant systems.

Many a God and Demon, have claimed that these stars may even be living sentient beings, due to plenty myths of civilizations managing to get in touch with them and requesting that it produce planets for said needy and orphaned living beings, of which response was an immediate coronal mass ejection which spewed out enough rocky and metallic matter to produce hundreds of planets which managed to stabilise in cluster orbits around said star.

The Death of a void Star
View attachment 9683Like all stars, even these of the most longevive structures any universe possesses, reach an end to their life. Though due to its persistence, it reaches 'many ends' before it's final doom.

The void bubble that seems to be formed at random in the space between galaxies where gravity is exerted at it's fewest, has a strong magical force that opposes resistance to the pressure applied by countless astronomical units of matter that squeezes the anomaly in an attempt to collapse it back into nonexistence.
This is the main reason all energy, matter and magic here eventually gets fused into dekatronium.
Through the trillions of years of its robust existence, it also spews out the solid matter to better cope with the pressure, and thus creating many planets in its orbit.
Eventually, the accumulated mass turns into an impenetrable and incredibly voluminous crust of pure dekatronium that squeezes the void bubble with unholy and brutal force back to the space it came from.
Due to dekatronium not fusing further, and it requiring unimaginable amounts of energy to keep in a molten state, it eventually cools down into a solid crust of antigravitational alloy. This, in turn, as it's antigravitational properties manifest, reduce the artificial gravity the void bubble produce to almost nonexistence, thus killing the power supply which sustains the aggressive nuclear fusion going.
As a result, all those heavy elements that are created, which many are far heavier than iron, begin to poison the natural nuclear fusion, now being stopped by the lack of gravity to keep the pressure going, and as a result, all that huge amount of mass simply gets released from the star. At first, it inflates into a massive red hyper-giant, the likes not even a saint astronomer would have even imagined, and finally, sizzles away into a dense nebula of gas and dust leaving behind a huge sphere of pure dekatronium.

TView attachment 9684his giant obviously consumes most other planets which used to orbit this star and releases them in the surrounding nebulla. At the end of it all, leaving a ghostly system with planets that have no star to orbit around but a dead dekatronium sphere filled with antigravity force, which ends up pushing the remaining planets into the intergalactic space, forever condemned to the unforgiving cold of empty space.

The dekatronium still surrounding a leftover anomalous void bubble, makes it burn bright with a silvery fire which still gives of a gloomy shine but nowhere near enough to provide the necessary energy for the development of life excluding the fact that it has no gravity to capture planets in its orbit.

This ghostly star now roams intergalactic space, lost, for aeons, until the void sphere underneath the crust of dekatronium manages to accumulate enough force to 'hatch' again, by breaking this voluminous crust which consumed almost half the total volume of the original sphere of void.

This causes the dekatronium chunks to drift away into intergalactic space.
What's left is a halved sphere of void now exposed to the mercilessness of space, which resumes the process of fusion. Now it is a smaller void star.
Matter, energy and magic crash onto this re-exposed void sphere, and trigger a new chain of nuclear fusion stages, thus reigniting the void star.
This process will repeat several times before the void bubble finally succumbs and dies, leaving behind a small planet-sized dekatronium sphere.
 
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The Gior - Tiraxius Prime - Eclipsi, Capital of the Eclipsimundi Empire - 6492 E

(Another Collab between me and Shadrack. All original artwork is NOT ours. Most of the images have been edited by Shadrack.)

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A new day was beginning; Shivan’s Eye was glittering and shining gently through the thick foliage of Tiraxius Prime’s famed jungles. The yellow tints of color from its energy were flowing, as if a small river of liquid light was struggling through its obstacles. An usual sight, as the light of this world isn’t natural, but magical. The sight could be mistaken with that of the beginning of a new day in a paradise to the ignorant traveler, as the influence of Shivan’s Eye was indeed embellishing its surroundings. However, this day felt strange to the inhabitants of this world, precisely focused on the Eclipsimundi empire and it’s Prime, Eclipsis. Usually, there is tension and a sensation of stress, natural to a predatory creature, but on this particular day, everyone within Eclipsimundi Empire felt relaxed with a sense of fulfilment. Inside her great palace, Eclipsis sat upon her throne; she too, felt the odd sense of fulfillment. At first, she merely shrugged it off as an odd eruption of emotion, however, it persisted. Eclipsis silently thought, entirely ignoring the advisors and record keepers blabbing on about reports and statuses of the empire, and eventually came to the conclusion that Shivan had blessed them somehow, and for some reason. Although she could not fully understand, she felt like she knew, and it only seemed logical at this point. She slowly leaned down towards the collection of advisors, startling them halfway. “Silence…” She said to them, not commandingly, but suggestively. “Is there a reason?” An advisor asked. “Do any of you feel that? The notion that things will be better? A sense of accomplishment?” She asked them all. “Um… Well, now that you mention it, yes, most of the empire as a whole has been telling others, and the advisors, about these feelings today…” A society advisor answered. Another long period of thinking crossed, before Eclipsis then raised herself back. “It is clear that Shivan himself has blessed us for our actions, possibly our respects... What we have done to earn such a privilege is still unknown to me, however I will reflect and think. Tell the people to thank Shivan for such a blessing, and be honored to hold it.” Eclipsis said to them.

As the Aura Node of Greed continues to stretch across the skies of Tiraxius, nearly mid-day, the Gior seemed to all gather into local temples and their own altars to praise Shivan with expectant minds. A small rumble in the ground started to be felt underneath the feet of all the people, though it wasn’t very noticeable yet. As this rumbling was gently shaking the ground, some chunks of valuable crystals that the Gior have never seen before started to spire upwards from deep underground. It was a white glowing crystal that came from deep within the crust of Tiraxius. It’s value seemed to be exceeding even their most precious Azurite and gemstones, as it was sending sparks of light all around it. But it was not the first one. Another one spired upward just next to it. Some may think this to be concerning, because what if one of them just yanks itself into the houses of the people, but the way they all seem to be coming to the surface was orderly and caring, almost as if an intelligence was purposefully avoiding populated areas. Some crystals did grow out of the ground and inside some trees thus cracking them in half, but this was safe enough away that nobody was hurt. These crystals seem to be growing more and more and as they were growing further away from the centre of the Eclipsimundi empire, they were growing bigger and bigger. At one point, one of them grew just tall, wide, and bright enough in the distance that Eclipsis herself noticed it from her throne, but again, this was far from the last. They kept growing even far into the mountain chains beyond their kingdom but close enough that nobody else could lay claim on them.
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These crystals seemed to be emanating a strange energy that upon being close to them, the elderly were rejuvenated, and the sick made healthy. Not a source of endless life, but one small piece of this crystal worn as a necklace or on a ring, could prolong the life of all Gior well within the thousand years. Beside this, their influence seems to be showering their crops with some sort of white glistening mist that has begun curing all sickness from their crops, and even enhances the health of their cattle. What sort of secret underground environment, could these things come from?... Gior young and old came to inspect the strange crystals that had just erupted from seemingly nowhere, many keeping their distances, pushing others to investigate, while the brave, idiotic, or both, moved towards some of them to investigate, some even taking the risk as to touch them. Those that did claimed to feel far more lively than before, even the few interpreted elderly returning far younger than previously seen. Eventually, Gior from all across the Eclipsimundi Empire began to investigate these odd crystals, many geologists and inquisitive scientists began gathering few samples to study, and eventually, the entire empire began to extract this new resource. Eclipsis herself finally stood from her throne and peered outside of her temple to see the rumors for herself. She stood with a mixture of awe and confusion as she saw crystals spiraling up into the clouds, and more still forming across the horizon. Many believe the strange phenomenon to be a divine intervention, however, nobody could point it back to Shivan, as he had never done something like this, nor has ever caused an intervention of this scale. Eclipsis ordered harvesting operations to collect this new resource, as well as an increase in border guards to stop other powers and nations from stealing the deposits. Scholars, clerks, engineers, and writers came to study this new material, and the very base of medical knowledge was being reshaped, reformed, and replaced by this new supposedly holy material. Medical wards were already starting to utilize the crystals to heal wounded folk, and not long after that, hunters wearing these crystals as jewelry came to find that animals somehow became easier to hunt.


The Gior - Tiraxius Prime - Tahek, Agricultural Village of the Eclipsimundi Empire - 6492 E

View attachment 9688Garum’hisk, an elderly Gior, stood at the fringes of a farming town within the Eclipsimundi borders, contemplating four of the visible moons that shone their yellow halo through some particularly large clouds that day. He just reached his 178th year, and has seen a lot of action in his day, of which he was part of and misses those days. Though the action of the day was a widespread miracle all over the Eclipsimundi empire, these crystals haven’t quite got to rise from the ground where he is sitting. A particularly faithful worshipper of Shivan, he actively talks with Shivan, though not knowing his God doesn’t necessarily respond, Garum’s love for Shivan is expressed in constant prayers. He would be considered a wise sage, due to being overheard by others, when he is alone like this, speaking to Shivan in worshipful language. He is a particularly strong hunter, as he still has active reflexes and is pretty good at throwing spears, and using certain pyrokinesis magics that he learned throughout his life. He can quite easily start fires, throw lances of fire from his hands, and also absorb fires or extinguish them with a mere command. Unusual for any Gior to be able to control this kind of magic like that, but for the fact that Garum’hisk has a particularly unusual connection to Shivan’s Eye the aura node of greed. Tonight, Garum’hisk is rather tired, as, though he usually is energetic and powerful, he’s nearing his late elder years. “Arghhh… Oof… My Lord and Father Shivan! I plead for forgiveness for my weakness as I rest on this log tonight. Do not cast me from your glory, I beg!” Other Gior getting ready to rest could hear him, but they were used to his constant prayers, for which they praise him wholeheartedly. He is a respected member of society due to his faith and honor. In the village of Tahek, the “solid light crystals” as they were dubbed, have not yet risen, and some Gior soldiers riding Spearhead Thisilhydras rushed through the village drawing the attention of Garum’hisk and his family; as they were rushing further and further towards the borders and beyond. “YAAHK! Faster!” one soldier was shouting to his ride. “Make way! Make way! Her Venerated commands us to prepare and fortify the perimeter of our glorious empire!” Another soldier spoke. “Uuh.. um, excuse me brother!” Garum’hisk stuttered as he was trying to approach one of them. Coincidentally, this particular knight happens to have trained with Garum in his youth. “Garum’hisk! By Shivan’s Glory! AHAHA! Come here ya old master!” A surprised Zorex’Hurk climbed down from his ride and rushed to meet his old teacher. “Ooh… Zorex? Praise Shivan! How glad I am to see you came to visit an old geezer like me? May I ask you why the knighthood is visiting these humble frontiers tonight?” Garum asked. “So you have not heard?” Zorex surveyed the town with a glance, and saw no crystals and no sign of any tremor taking place here, then he continued in surprise, “Huh… I guess it hasn’t reached this place yet…” The curiosity was energizing old Garum’hisk “What hasn’t reached? Forgive my bluntness...” As soon as he spoke those words a rumble was beginning to be felt beneath their feet. “You are about to find out, old master! But I would urge you to look at the top of the mountains…” as he said that, he was scanning for a peak on which a particularly tall crystal was barely visible through the thick foliage of the surrounding jungle. “... Right there!” He points to one such crystal top. Garum’hisk was not seeing quite clearly, but could see a shine of light above the leaves. Then Zorex added “Nevermind, I think you will soon see what I mean...” He said this as he turned his sight to the rumbling ground, with Garum following him curiously. Suddenly, a tree fell just a couple dozen feet where they were next to a tree opening. And out came another one of these magnificently glowing and radiant white crystals, as it was spiraling and towering high into the sky. As this was happening, Garum fell to his knees and started praying to Shivan without a second thought; his faith was so powerful that despite knowing Shivan’s usual interventions are not this large or active, he was quite willing to attribute any and all miracles to his beloved deity.

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Mere minutes later, after Garum’Hisk and the soldiers finished praying and worshiping, Garum turned his gaze with a bit of anger to his hut behind him and shouted: “Grua! GRUA’HARUK! GET OVER HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT, YOU DISAPPOINTMENT!” A tall, skinny Gior miserably stepped out of the hut. “Whaaaaaat now daaad?” He asked, deeply annoyed. As Grua was coming out, a few more crystals yanked themselves out of the ground right in front of his eyes. Garum’hisk was pointing straight to the crystals as they were yanking themselves out of the ground, one after another. Zorex knew Grua quite well, and was having fun bullying him and making fun of his physical weakness. He started to laugh as Garum was shaking his head with his eyes closed, in both disappointment and worshipful demeanor in a display of body language delivering the message without words; “I told you so”. Then Garum’Hisk started to speak after sighing in disappointment, “I am sick and tired of constantly trying to get you to understand the wrong of your ways; hopefully this will change your stupid mind!” As he pointed towards these crystals, a small piece of crystal broke off from the top and fell right next to Garum and the soldiers. It was almost as if the very forces of creation were agreeing with the intentions of Garum to build up genuine faith. Suddenly, Garum jolted with energy and started to shine with a golden yellow energy, as his whole body seemed to regenerate, even some old battle scars were beginning to heal right in front of Grua and the soldiers. Zorex’Hurk heard of these kinds of miracles taking place earlier in the day, but never saw it for himself, until now. He was awestruck as his beloved teacher was being rejuvenated right in front of his eyes. “First of all, everything has a scientific explanation, Second, this is obviously some geological anomaly, and lastly, your ‘holy’ delusions are painting this as some intervention… These crystals are probably filled with radiation that is repairing your body… Besides, if this was a ‘holy’ intervention as you claim every single one of my inventions that worked had ‘magically encountered’ even when I did my mathematics and calculations myself, then why is it happening everywhere, and not just for us?” Grua said defiantly and ignorantly. “Hey! Heretic Nerd! Watch out! You're gonna get a face full of ‘Geological’ power!” Zorex said that as he picked up a small piece of crystal and threw it aiming at Grua’s face. Grua turned towards Zorex, but before he could even react, a loud cracking sound echoed across the field, Grua lost his footing and spun into the mud. A small pool of blood lay in front of him, and a slight trickle ran down his nose. Grua then did what he usually does when he gets hurt, and started cowering to avoid any additional pain as he held his nose.

“Ouch! Wow… I seriously did not expect these crystals to be this tough… Anyway… HAHAHAHAAHAHAH!” Zorex prided in his punch as he saw Grua cower away. At this, Garum’hisk was disapproving of this behavior, and he knew honor, despite the heartache that his son was causing him with his faithlessness, he took a stick and shoved it into Zorex’s stomach just enough to make him cough. “Grrrrr… It seems you still haven’t learned respect, even in the face of defiance. I hope Shivan has mercy on your time in battle!” He said with annoyance as he turned towards his son, “Your defiance is never-ending son, remember what that very crystal that hit you did for me? If you are such a genius, you should know what to do with it for your injury!” Grua’haurk grabbed the crystal that had just hit him, scorned at his father, then placed it on his nose. The bleeding had almost immediately stopped and the injury quickly healed. “I hate both of you…” He groaned as he got back onto his feet. “If this is really a ‘holy intervention’, then why would it heal me? Of all the loyal and faithful, why would it bless a ‘heretic’ as you keep calling me?” Grua shot defiantly. Grua’s body seemed to have also gained a small bit of muscle mass as he was applying the crystal to his jaw. And in his last words, both his father and Zorex were left silent and confused, as his reply really did make too much sense for it to be answered by any believer. “What?” Grua asked them. “Nevermind… This is pointless anyway. I will resume my mission, old master… My apologies for my display of dishonor. We have to fortify our borders as per the commands of her Venerated. From what I’ve seen here tonight, I can now understand why we need to fortify. If others put their hands on this crystal… I dare not think of the bloodshed…” As he said that, Zorex climbed back on his ride and called his fellow knights as they took off. As this happened, Garum’Hisk waved at him saying, “Be blessed my disciple, may Shivan carry you to glory!” Grua started to walk, and noticed an odd increase in strength as he walked. His legs felt firm and steadier than just a few moments ago, and he felt more physically confident. He looked back at the crystal in his hand, then to the rest of them, then himself. “How did you feel when you touched that thing?” Grua asked his father. “Uhh… I don’t know… huh… now that you ask…” He said as he stepped back and forth, lowering himself and doing some squats, making him look a bit ridiculous, but it was excusable as indeed he felt like the strength of his golden years returned but he also felt less fuzzy and clouded by weakness. He was indeed firm and stable and abnormally strong. “Wow... I will be worshipping our CREATOR, Shivan, right in your face! PRAISE YOU, FATHER, GOD ALMIGHTY SHIVAN! This indeed is a blessing… I think I can even…” As he said that he lifted his hand and yanked a small branch of a tree off it and slammed it into the ground with the mere power of his mind. This power he lost control of as he was losing mental accuracy due to his age. “Yes… I can see why you would ask me; I feel like i’m as strong as I was ten years ago, and focused as I was before you were born! What do you feel?” He asked with a smirk, knowing his loud shout of worship only annoyed his son even more. “Uh… Somehow stronger… I… There must be a scientific explanation for this somewhere in the libraries… My journals and catalogs possibly…” Grua responded, his ego obviously being crushed as he ran into the house and started frantically looking through notes and papers, and skimming through scrolls and novels. He came running back with a bag of notes and papers; although he found some kind of answer, he didn’t read them all properly beforehand. “It says here that this is a geological anomaly, as crystals of this shape and size have been found underground before, although none with these kinds of properties… But it also says here that these abilities are present due to the crystals theoretically being incredibly deep underground, which is where… Uh… Most of our world's largest magical deposits are… Thought to be located…... Did I actually write this?... Uh... Which could mean that there are some magically infused… Materials…...” Grua trailed off, fully realizing what he had just read. “AAAHAHAHA!!!” Garum’hisk laughed compassionately and satisfied, as he saw that his son still used the word ‘magic’ in his writings. “I love you son, despite you being a pain in my sore eye… huh… my eye isn’t sore anymore… well I guess there’s still faith to be found in you after all!” he chuckled. As they were speaking, the shear radiation of these crystals were affecting yet another hut. With a smaller number of disciples of the elder Garum’hisk, among them, a particular one, was a more unstable character. Her name, Rahar’Thesk. This peaceful energy was not mixing well with her character, and probably her magical instability. She shot up from her bed so quickly she practically lunged off it. She looked around her room frantically as she started feeling some unnaturally strange feeling of peaceful contentment and fulfillment. “AAAAAAH! WHAT IS THIS FEELING?!?!” She shouted as she slammed a fist into the floorboards. “Ah… There’s Rahar… I can hear her ‘delightful’ voice even from a mile away… Son your ‘favorite’ classmate has awoken, and she probably demands answers. I wouldn’t want to be standing there; hehehe… By the way. The feeling of peace and fulfilment is another thing that should have tingled your senses this morning” He spoke teasingly, having another go at annoying his son, but without any anger this time. Rahar suddenly smashed through her doorway, looked around at the crystals, immediately assuming they were the cause of all this, and started hitting them with her bare fists. Only a few moments after, she howled in pain as both her fists came down on the crystal one final time.


She paused, realizing that she wouldn’t be able to do enough damage to the crystal, and that it really wasn’t worth that much of her time. Holding one of her hands, she clenched her fists again and slapped the crystal with her tail, leaving a small crack on it. She then scorned at the thing and started walking away, kicking mud and dirt around furiously. Others around the area just shook their heads, stared at her, and those in her path ran to hide. Garum’hisk shook his head while confidently chuckling in amusement and slammed his hand on his son’s back in a way to point him to deal with what’s heading his way.
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“Time to grow up boy! She will… Ehahaha… She will be a good mate for you ma’boy! Heh… Nevermind… I regret even saying that…'' He said a bit regretfully as he wheezed silently. “Dad… She’s not even my type… In fact, she is the entirely opposite type… She’s better off using me as a toothpick than a teammate… Let alone a partner…” Grua said as he cringed a bit as he thought about it. As his father was surveying his son’s slightly leaner body, and thinking of how he himself felt rejuvenated, he was thinking to add to this comment as Rahar was furiously approaching them with her bleeding fists. “... Huh… I mean, you don’t look as pathetic as you used too an hour ago… Definitely…” He interrupted himself as he grabbed his son’s biceps and squeezed one slightly. “These HOLY crystals, hehehehe, are doing you a mercy by the looks of it. Keep 'em near you and you might even survive an encounter with Rahar!” He added with amusement and a tint of humor against his son. “Garum’hisk... Why does Rahar feel so… Happy? Rahar needs an answer!” Rahar shouted to Garum, now approaching faster after noticing him. A small crystal yanked itself out of the ground just between Rahar and Garum just enough to delay the inevitable encounter and giving time for Garum to think. Not that it would stop Rahar… “Is Garum broken? Why is Rahar happy? Rahar cannot feel happy!” She asked him again. “Ooh, my girl… Haha, don’t spite your old… Hah... Now young, it seems, teacher. I was thinking you would ask my ‘Genius’ son over here.” Garum said, nudging his son. “Wh… Wait what? Me? I… Uh…” Grua whispered, stuttering frantically. “Ok… Grua, why does Rahar feel happy?” She asked as she turned to face him. “Uh… Well… I mean, it's just a theory, but… Uh……….. Magic???” Grua stuttered. Rahar looked down at the crystal in front of her. “Crystal makes Rahar feel happy! Rahar does not feel happy!” She shouted, smashing the crystal with both her already somewhat bloodied fists, leaving a small crack in the crystal, and decent-sized cuts in her fists, which made her remember the injury only after, then started kicking the crystal until it shattered. Grua started freaking out and hid behind his father, believing the sudden act of violence was for or against him. As this show of hilarity was taking place, far into the dense flora of the jungle, bushes and branches were breaking. There was a significantly larger crystal amid the trees, but through the buildings, it’s light could still be seen. Suddenly, a lower toned roar could be heard that made even Garum’hisk cover his ears, and a vertigo feeling due to the blast of chaos coming from the crystal. That crystal was changing color to a dark purple, and started cracking and breaking apart as red lightning was shooting off from it in all directions, igniting jungle fires. A snarl and groan could be heard, almost like the sound of another Gior, but it could even be mistaken for the groan of a prime. Though none was known to be here despite this.

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The bushes moved through the fires as the giant reptilian figure disappeared deep into the jungles, leaving behind a pile of shattered worthless crystal which was barely shining an odd purple light, and was nowhere near the white and bright light it had previously. A faint blackened smoke was fading near the now shattered crystal, the remains giving off an odd feeling of dread and discomfort. Most of the fires didn’t last very long, and those that remained struggled to survive, as the rainy, humid, and wet climate of the rainforest made it difficult for any wild fires to survive for long. Garum’Hisk was on his knees trying to resist the sudden feeling of vertigo and slowly caressing his ears after the deafening lower toned screech and the booms of thunder that the red lightning which was visible even to them, hurt him. “...By Shivan!... what was that? What just happened? Am I to mistake these crystals? Are they not blessing? I clearly saw that crystal turn destructive just like that!” Garum’Hisk showed a bit of fear after the event. Though the rest of the crystals were not showing any sign of instability. Perhaps his son can bring him comfort… As this did not happen all by itself. “Im… Sure there is a scientific explanation…” Grua jokingly said. “Rahar knew it! Crystal bad! Crystal bad!” Rahar shouted triumphantly. “What if it has something to do with the strange guy that was just over there?” Muh’s voice suddenly appeared behind Garum. For a large Gior such as Muh’jak, it was quite surprising how he managed to arrive unnoticed. Garum’Hisk immediately turned behind him and slapped him with his tail as a reflex, as he was already in discomfort and wary from the distorting noise that the now dead crystal had created. He was not alone, as many villagers were on the ground, some even vomiting due to the nausea. But Garum’Hisk is known to be among the strongest. “Why in the Glory of our Creator must you do that, Muh!?” Garum replied annoyed. “I dunno... You didn’t pay attention... So… Uh… What happened?” Muh asked. “Some crystals showed up, which are affecting the whole empire, and they are popping up all over the place...” Grua answered. “Rahar does not like them… They make Rahar happy… Rahar is not supposed to be happy!” Rahar said. “Well… I'm not sure if any of you noticed, but there was some other Gior over there being all mysterious-like… All that stuff didn't happen until after he showed up…” Muh said, pointing in the general direction of where the strange Gior had been. “It’s true teacher!” A farmer approached Garum’hisk, stumbling as he headed his way. “Some shadow seeming like an oversized Gior appeared next to the crystal next to my house as I was tending to some of the crops. Only after it touched it, the crystal seemed to quickly grow dark stains of shadow and purple light, soon thereafter, the whole chaos… an...d...… uh… uh...” The farmer suddenly fell on his knees and vomited, as he was one the vertigo affected the most. “So these crystals are a blessing after all... '' Garum'hisk replied nudging at his son yet again. “I dare not think what kind of darkness was that Gior wielding if it couldn’t heal him like it did us… By the way, Rahar, you might wanna grab one of those crystals cause though they resisted your punches they heal you… ask ma’boy over here… hehehe…” Garum replied with improved hope.

“We should probably try to rest up. There’s a lot of questions that need answering tomorrow… maybe I’ll head to the nearest military fort and start digging for answers. Grua! You said that these crystals were found in the past, in your writings… can you do me a favor and… eh.. I regret asking.. But continue doing your research? And keep that crystal near you. You might need the strength it gives you. Who knows what we are in for these days… We only just won a war, and now this is happening. It is a clear sign of blessing from our Creator!” He rambled as he got up and looked at each of the Gior around him… Displaying that he indeed is always reliable to be encouraging and strong as a teacher. “Well… Uh… There were crystals just like these ones found deep underground… They did have some form of magical properties in artificer history, but nothing near this potent or powerful… The deeper our people dug, the more powerful the magical presence seemed to be within these materials… Hypothetically speaking, these crystals came from our worlds underheaven… According to the religious writings and ancient tales of history at least… It is said that material from our worlds underheaven react violently when met with… alien, magics and forces… but this is all old ancient history far long outdated, messed up, or misunderstood… Although I disregard this theory, at least a little bit… Even I now see some form of truth, or at least evidence of it…” Grua said. Rahar picked up a crystal, at first startled as it started to heal her wounds, but she then started to relax. “Hmm… Maybe crystals are not so bad…” Rahar said thoughtfully as she applied them to her wounds. “The war... The war… Uh… What war?” Muh asked, confused. “Eeeeeh… Of course you wouldn’t know… I mean the first disappointment would be you, because my son is my son, and I love him, despite him being an heretic, he’s a genius and needed; but you, Muh!? Pfff… Anyway… You better read up on it sometime; and get ready, cause you are coming with us tomorrow! Also son… you’d better put that chunk of glory beneath your pillow tonight! Keep that really close...” Garum’hisk said, addressing his son, and scolding Muh. “What? I didn’t hear anything about a war…” Muh protested. “Ah yes… The war... Rahar was happy in the war… Rahar wishes war wasn’t over yet…” Rahar said, thinking back after the mention of the war. “Thanks dad... But I don’t think anything against Shivan… I know he is there, I just don’t find a reason to worship him as much as yo…” Grua almost finished before Garum opened his eyes wide and grabbed him by his mouth, shushing him and rushing him inside the hut. “ARE YOU MAD?! Do you want to get beheaded? I know and understand you, but the law isn’t as permissive! Oof... This life… May Shivan grant me mercy!” He said, expressing concern for his son. “Right… Sorry... I forgot about the limited freedom of speech in Eclipsian Law… I should have studied and memorized that a bit more…” Grua said shamefully. “Thankfully I’m different now and can better cover for you. My youth has given me back some abilities I used to master well… You may remember my forgetting spell… Lemme give it a try” As he got out of the hut, he started forming circles of yellow light with his hands, as wide as his whole torso. Concentric circles of yellow power formed as he started to speak to the magic “In Shivan’s Name, and by the power of His eye, I command all who heard my son’s recent blaspheming words to let them pass them by!” As he said that he clapped his hands together through the concentric circles of yellow electric light siphoned from the environment, and with a blow from his mouth, a shockwave of electric yellow greed energy consumed the recent memory of everyone who heard this night’s blaspheming attitude from his son. Shortly after, he rushed back inside the hut to not influence the recently wiped minds of the Gior with questions as to why he came out of the hut. Afterwards, he sat down on one of the seats in his hut. “Wow… It's been a long time since I have seen you cast a memory wipe spell… Or… Any spells really…” Grua said with both amazement and approval. “Heh… Old age son… It was old age. Something that seems to genuinely have left me. I couldn’t even believe it myself, old age weakens several magical talents before it weakens our physical states. I can truly be in shock right now, as I do indeed believe my youth was returned to me!” He said thoughtfully as he was looking into the blazing fire, of which a stew was being boiled. He even looked genuinely younger as the signs of old age from his face and scales were cleared. If anyone was to be breathless, after the adrenaline charged evening, was Garum’Hisk. Not an easy set of events to process after all… “Huh… You really are younger... That's… Interesting…” Grua said, finally noticing the full scale of the rejuvenating changes that have applied themselves to his father.

Grua stepped outside again, looking around, he then ran over to one of the affected Gior. “Juvask stole your lunch again, you should probably do something about that…” He said, before running over to Juvask. “That guy over there knows you stole his lunch, I'm not sure if he’s all that happy about it…” he told him. He then continued running around the place causing all sorts of shenanigans and screwing with their memories. When he was finished, he led Rahar, Zorex, and Muh into the hut, then eagerly watched outside the window for shit to hit the fan. Shortly afterwards, all the affected Gior looked around. They did not know who had made them know all this new information, or even why they know it now, unaware that they were all made up lies and stories. Some started to confront each other about things neither of them actually did, but they believed they did or that they had happened. Most were passively over with, but some broke into arguments, some of those then broke into short lived social fights, physical or verbal, and a swath of distrust had spread among many of them very quickly. “What's going on? Why is everyone fighting?” Muh asked. “Rahar feels like she forgot something… Wait, is that fighting? Rahar go join them…” Rahar giggled eagerly, stepping outside to join the social fights. Zorex, being a knight, also stepped outside to try and rally his platoon to enforce peace on the people and break the fighting. To very little success as the mess Grua created even included his soldiers, and even they were fighting. Zorex’Hurk was dodging some punches and some staff swings, though some were hitting him nonetheless. Meanwhile, Grua was laughing at Zorex, though trying not to make it too obvious. But a problem quickly arose… Rahar is now enjoying the fight all too much, and Zorex’s “luck” was just about to get “better”, as a fight is about to take place between him and Rahar. As Zorex attempted to weave his way through the crowd, he tripped on a tail and ended up slamming into someone familiar. Rahar kicked him off of her and turned towards him. Zorex whimpered a bit at the sight and gulped. He got his staff ready and checked his armor. “Oh boy… Here we go…” he said woefully.
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As the tensions were rising between the Gior, a rather hilarious fight was about to take place, a Skek appeared from the depths of the jungle. This was no ordinary Skek, as his eyes were shining with a bright yellow light. He rested down for a bit as he was watching the stupidity of the action that was taking place before him. He was contemplating, and though Skeks are intelligent, they are not normally sentient enough to perform such actions. This was a different being seemingly in the form of a Skek. He was a powerful and rare Gior Shaman who mastered metamorphosis, whose presence was pretty imposing to almost all Gior and his mental energy was strong enough to make people feel compelled to fear him simply by looking at him. He especially is recognised by the elder of the village, of whose friendship he enjoys the most. He was once even saved in a battle back when they were both younger. He doesn’t seem interested in interfering with the conflict, but rather showing a sense of amusement even, if you could recognize a Skek’s laugh… Zorex was clenching his fists as he was holding his staff tightly and anxiously, as many Gior around them were throwing punches at each other and some even laughing it off as if they were having fun fighting. “Rahar! Please don’t do this! We need to stop this fight, before someone gets seriously hurt!” He pleaded as he was gulping away his pride. “Rahar wants to have some fun first though… Besides; Crystal can fix if anybody gets hurt...” Rahar said, beating her fists together and getting into a readied position. “Ah… Drack! Shivan, give me strength!” Zorex first stepped back and adopted a defensive position. Rahar reared back and made a full charge towards Zorex, but she got knocked around by the crowd, making her lose her balance and nearly falling over, right in front of Zorex. Zorex chuckles a little at the sight, though regretting the laugh soon thereafter, as he lifts his staff into the air to try to knock Rahar out. A swift rounded flex of the staff as he breathes out and focuses, he manages to avoid the crowd just enough to slam Rahar on her chin. Rahar looked up at Zorex, a bit winded, but otherwise fine. She stood back up, now looking down at him. “Zorex should not have done that… Rahar is not happy…” She grunted, pulling back and winding up a hefty swing. Zorex gulped yet again nearly peeing himself. But luckily he managed to lift his staff up and tightened his grip to block Rahar’s blow, almost causing a bit of a sore to her fist from the aggressive block. “Rahar! Stop! We have more important work to do than fight!” He tried to reason with her. “Nah, Rahar is just getting started! This is fun!” She responded menacingly. Zorex thrusted his staff into Rahar, only for it to collide weakly into her stomach and bounce off of it. “Did Zorex try?” She asked him, staring down at his staff. At this, Zorex whimpered like a pathetic worm and gulped as he just shot in the opposite direction, trying to put some distance between himself and Rahar. “Zorex will not escape Rahar that good…” Rahar said, lunging forwards and getting tripped over by a crystal, causing her to fall flat on her face. “Rahar… Now thinks Zorex can…” She said, defeated. Zorex, looking behind him, saw Rahar face flat on the mud, as he was running in the opposite direction, partly due to being pathetic, but also because he did not consider this fight worth the injury and the effort when he had real enemies to hunt. At this, right in front of him was this Skek with a glowing yellow aura and glowing yellow eyes staring right dead into his soul.

A rather confusing sight, but the sheer mental pressure that Grovar’Nusk was creating with his mere will was causing further anxiety as it is. As Zorex saw this, he stumbled and fell face flat in the mud right in front of Grovar, who was in his Skek shape. Rahar saw this irony. “Haha! Zorex is afraid of Skek… Wait… Or is Zorex afraid of Rahar? Zorex wait for Rahar!” She called out, no longer interested in fighting. Grovar’Nusk, the mighty Shaman of Shivan, started to increase in size as his feathers were falling and his beak started to grow razor sharp Gior teeth as yellow lightning was shooting from his body but not too powerful lightning, as it was merely magic discharge due to the unusual kind of magic that metamorphosis is. Zorex and Rahar could see this, and Zorex had enough stress for a pointless battle already, so he just threw his face in the mud and grumbled in exhaustion as bubbles of mud could be seen rising around his face. Rahar stood with fascination. “Ooh… Skek is Gior now… Or… Was Gior Skek?” She questioned him and the sky at the same time. “Does Gior speak Skek, or does Skek speak Gior?” Rahar asked. “Oh… Hard thinking makes Rahar’s head hurt…” She said, sitting down. Grovar’Nusk glared at the pointless battle, and as he finished changing in his true form, he even looked slightly down to Rahar. He lifted his right hand and with a mighty voice he shouted at everyone: “STOP THIS NONSENSE!” His voice echoed and flowed as it was carried by ancient magic fueled by powerful greed energy, amid this, a blast of force rushed from his lifted hand, pushing everyone in the whole village to the ground, stopping them from fighting. Including Garum’Hisk and his son in the hut were affected, though, obviously, they were not fighting. Rahar was blown onto her back from the blast. “Oh… Rahar thinks Skek Gior is mad now…” She said while sitting back up again while scratching her head. “Hello Skek Gior… Rahar is Rahar,” She said, pointing at herself. “and Zorex is Zorex…” She pointed at Zorex. “Rahar had fun fighting, but Rahar thinks fight is over now… Yes?” She said. As Grovar’Nusk was surveying the area, seeing all the previously fighting villagers face flat on and in the mud, he seems to have ignored Rahar, as he is not used to anyone calling his name being that far off, or anyone showing poor manners towards him due to his, well... Demeanor, and lifestyle. He channels unholy amounts of greed and wrath energy from the Demon; Shivan Oromirus Kassadar, and has dedicated his soul to the cause of Shivan’s mission, therefore deemed worthy of channeling and calling upon Mulgathian magic in his times of need, or when seeking revelation. A moment later, he turns his gaze to the hut of Garum’Hisk and his son Grua. He knows Garum well, as he was a friend in battle and even a bit of a mentor in his younger times since before he was chosen for this holy path. Looking back at Rahar, he now saw that she was looking at him when she mentioned ‘Skek Gior’ instead of his name. Usually he would react more violently to such disrespect but due to circumstances and having background knowledge of certain types of Gior like her, he merely made a scornful look at her. He then started heading to the Teacher’s Hut. “What Rahar do?” She asked Zorex as Grovar walked away. Zorex lifted his head from the mud, as his tail shook with fear, and turned slightly towards Rahar to answer her “That’s.. That isn’t ‘Skek Gior’ you fool! That’s one of the holiest shamans of our Lord and Maker! His name is Grovar’Nusk, and is well known throughout all of Gior civilization… You’ve done a huge dishonor calling him one of the lowest of animals… Uhhh… Why do I bother? I’mma be sleeping in this mud now... “ He said that as he splashed his face back onto the mud in humiliation. “Didn’t look special... Rahar thinks Skek Gior is being silly... Up!” She said, pulling Zorex out of the mud. Grua was still laughing hysterically, even though he had been pushed onto the floor by some unseen force. “That was one of the best pranks I have ever pulled!” He said in between bursts of giggles. “Shut up son!” Garum hysterically turned towards Grua, as he knew who was coming. “You should have paid more attention to the voice that caused the blast! You know who’s coming! I need to greet him with proper respects...“ Garum said as he frantically got himself ready and displayed deep concern for his son’s well being as he was getting ready to try to meet Grovar at the door. Grua looked around and stopped everything immediately, pulled himself up and ran to his room in terror.

Almost everyone in the village gazed upon Grovar and felt a sense of either greed, rage, or fear falling upon them, some knew well who he was and tried to frantically bow in respect as well as they could from the mud. As he saw them trying to bow, he was blessing them. Within moments he reached Garum’s Hut, and with a passionate voice he shouted: “OLD FRIEND! Teacher! Long has it been since we fought together for the GLORY of the SCALELORD!” Muh looked at the unfamiliar Gior that had just walked into the room. “Hello... You know Garum?” Muh said suddenly from behind Grovar. Grovar’Nusk’s demeanor didn’t permit any shock, nor fear, therefore the sense of surprise wasn’t much of a problem for him. He in fact even appreciated the talent of a sneaking soldier. Grovar, in his size, being almost double the size of Rahar, towered over him. Reaching down towards the location of Muh, Grovar grabbed Muh by his shoulder and stuck him to his side, almost in a friendly expression, as his enthusiasm for seeing Garum was making him feel happy, plus the crystals. “Your teacher right here; he saved my life when we were fighting certain aberrations I shall not speak of here. What’s your name? You could join the assassins of our temple, brother!” He expressed with pride and appreciation as he was squeezing Muh with a friendly grip. “Uh… But nobody was... Uh… Ok... It's Muh‘jak…” He said, scratching his head in confusion. Grua had been hiding behind one of his many bookshelves, keeping his breath shallow and his movements minimal. He couldn’t find him. He can’t find him. Grua had only ever read and heard stories of his legend, his destructive and immense power, and his place with the Mulgathian, and yet he was still terrified. Not once had the thought of Grovar passing through his village, let alone into his home, ever crossed his mind. The fear he felt wouldn’t even let him move, locking him in place. “Hahaaa… Grovar’Nusk! So... Good to see you again!” Garum hesitantly and fearfully greeted him, even though he wished he had met with him, having him this close to his son, was terrifying even to him. “What does my humble... Abode… Owe your divine presence here, holy one?” He added in visible worry. Grovar, surveying the building and sniffing with suspicion around the room. He looked down upon Garum with surprise. “Can’t an old friend meet his teacher and brother in arms?... Why are you so terrified of me? What is it that you are keeping from me?” Grovar asked, leaning closer to Garum. “Uh.. huhu… Nothing important. But surely you can visit me! I have been planning on going on one last journey to meet with you for my last day's blessings before I depart the Tiraxian coil.” Garum said with hopes to distract his attention.

Grovar, was now surveying him with closer attention, seeing that many of the battle scars he had were erased from his body; in fact, the signs of old age are no longer present on Garum anywhere. He was familiar, by now with the power of the crystals, and as a zealot like him, he also was happy to attribute this to Shivan. “But teacher… You have received a far greater blessing from our Almighty Father than my departure rituals. Now come, let us go outside, I have come to deliver messages of woe, as the age we are upon is that of great peril and potential expansion.” As he said that, he turned his head towards the direction of Grua with a bit of a smirk, seemingly having sensed his presence and recognised the energy signature of a son of a beloved friend, and decided not to advance lest he be forced to take divine action. He grabbed Garum and walked outside of the hut. Outside, the whole village was gathering around them in worshipful behavior and some of the local priests had come as well to praise the arrival of The Molten Wrath, as his kind of being was being commonly dubbed in an attempt to not use his holy name in vain, lest the wrath of Shivan would damn them to eternal pains in one of the many infernal spiritual worlds of his possession. Rahar focused after seeing Garum exit the hut and straightened up, making some attempt to remain respectful as Zorex had said she should, despite the staining globs of mud that she had been kicking around just a few minutes before. Meanwhile in the hut, Grua took a breath of replete after he heard the front door close shut again. He stood up, closed and covered as many windows to his room as he could, pulled out a book, and started stress-reading himself out of the situation. “So… How exactly do most assassins… Uh… Stay hidden?” Muh asked Grovar. Zorex reluctantly dared to approach the great Molten Wrath, as he sensed guilt in his presence for being dishonorable, but knew that he had no choice, because sooner or later he would be met by the Honorbound after his departure from Tiraxius in order to be judged anyway and he wanted a chance at redemption from his character before it was too late.
 
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The Gior - Tiraxius Prime - Tahek, Agricultural Village of the Eclipsimundi Empire - 6492 E
(This is a continuation of the previous post, as apparently it has past the 50000 character limit)

Deep in the Jungle, the bushes were moving yet again. Rumbling sounds were being heard, almost as if many hooves and feet were approaching. Suddenly, gurgles and roars and screeches were filling the silence of the night, as red glowing eyes were being seen through the foliage. Red glowing eyes of various sizes and brightness. Looked like a herd of various carnivores, but twisted in a way that could hardly be looked upon, and some herbivores that grew sharp teeth and were ominously biting their own mouths as the adaptation the mutation offered wasn’t taken with ease. Some of the smaller ones were foaming green fluid from their mouths, and others were showing discharges of red electricity as their bodies were all with a darker shade of color than what they would normally have. Immediately, one of the larger ones began to brutally bite off the roofs of some houses as others furiously ate a few unprepared Gior villagers. One of them grabbed one of the smaller feral critters and yanked them inside their mouths and ate it alive as they were rampaging towards the direction of Grovar and the majority of the village population.
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Grua snapped up from his book as he heard shouts and screams outside. “I knew it! I knew he was going to turn on everyone at some point!” He exclaimed to himself. He sighed, cleared his throat, peeked out the window, and found a strange shadowy creature on the other side of it. He watched it cautiously, tilting his head in confusion. The thing suddenly bursted into activity, violently smacking and scratching at the window, causing Grua to jump away from it and into his desk. He slowly stood up again and grabbed his firewood hatchet, slowly moving back to the window again to find the strange thing gone. He looked around and saw a swarm of them in the village square. “Another rodent species… Guess I have to clear out some pests…” he sighed, heading out the door. Zorex, immediately turned his guise toward the fast approaching menace, and knowing this could be an opportunity for him to become more loyal, he wanted to serve the will of Shivan, or in this case, his direct emissary, Grovar, as best as he could. He ran to his ride, where he had some swords stashed And a shield. Being uncertain, he gets two swords and packs the shield on his back. After he finishes packing up, he starts approaching The Molten Wrath, ready to obey orders. Other soldiers seeing their captain, they also do similarly, though they collect more weapons and try to get ready some villagers as well. “What's going on again?” Muh asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Grovar, looking in the direction of the abominations, he immediately recognised this twisted form of magic, and called Garum’Hisk to propose a strategy while he gave strength to the people. “Garum, my teacher! Let us reason together! I see you have benefited from the rich grace of our Creator, through his will, these crystals, we need to cast a force shield around us, we can do it better if there’s the two of us.” As he said that Garum joined hands with his friend, and focused, while Grovar was already holding a crystal, seemingly intuiting what they could do. As they focused, a force of wind and energy blasted across the village, pushing the beasts farther away enough to protect the majority of the village for the next hour. Giving time for further preparations. He knew this was Feral magic, simply by it’s strange similarities; and he was the only one here who was aware of it, as he was in a high position in the government, and since he was also aware of the weaknesses necessary to corrupt a fellow Gior, he knew of Rahar, and was deeply concerned as he was silently gazing at her after the shield had been manifested.

The silence was suddenly broken; “AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!” Shouted a terrified Grua as he came into view, running from one of the beasts while holding nothing but a firewood hatchet. He quickly turned around and threw it at the thing and kept running, the hatchet merely plinking off the beast's hide as it continued its charge. Upon hearing this scream, Garum quickly turned his sight towards the direction of Grua, to see him desperately running towards the now set shield. Upon seeing this, he got up, picked up a piece of crystal that was laying on the ground, and mentioned some prayers to Shivan. The crystal seemed to glow brighter in response to the prayers and a white light seemed to be visibly flowing through his veins beneath his thick scales. As he approached the edge of town to reach for his son, he lifted his left hand, and a lance of blazing fire came out and burned the beast chasing Grua into a fine ash, the crystal in his hand, was now visibly dimmer than most others, signaling that their magic can be consumed, and is finite if used in amplifying aggressive magic. Grua finally managed to make it into the safezone, panting and gasping heavily as he put his back against a wall and slowly slid down to sit on the ground. “Thanks…” He said in between breaths. “Rahar thinks this is a good time for a fight…” She said, turning towards Grovar. “Why is Skek Gior looking at Rahar like that?” She asked him. As his concerned gaze turned to a bit of anger, he began to speak in a lowered toned voice which seemed to reverberate fury across the ground “Obviously my reasons for being concerned; are serious, as you are, as of yet, unable to recognize true holiness when you look upon it!” he said as the whole ground trembled, and the rest of the villagers were left in awe. Then he took a deep breath in, as he was about to reveal a state secret, for the purposes of preventing further losses to the empire. “Although I cannot be entirely sure yet, I believe that this is an encounter with an unholy scourge, and you, Rahar, are likely easily susceptible to becoming corrupted by it…” he said, and knowing she lacks enough cognition to perceive the seriousness of the matter, he resumes to engaging his divine form, of which dread would pierce the bones of even the most unaware of beasts and compel them to listen out of pure instinct. Taking a small grain of crystal in his hand, he chanted a small whispering prayer to Shivan, as his size increased by a couple of meters, and his eyes began blazing with yellow fire and his whole body starts to shine a golden yellow blazing light, and the ground beneath his feet begins to burn, as his voice reverberates and echoes and pierces through the innermost being of Rahar. “GO AND STAY AWAY FROM THIS EVIL LEST I WILL CONSUME YOU WITH THE WRATH OF OUR CREATOR SHOULD YOU FALL PREY TO IT!” And immediately turned his gaze towards the horde of beasts outside the shield.

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Almost like she was compelled to, Rahar bolted to a building farthest from the conflict. “So... We are going to be fighting I guess?” Muh asked, once again seemingly out of nowhere as he pulled two battleaxes from his back from under his cape. Garum, seeing the seriousness of the situation, now remembered a set of blessing spells which he began to quickly cast upon Zorex’s soldiers, and the armed townsfolk, as he rushed into the hut to get a steel longsword and a steel chest-plate which he was given during his time in the army. As soon as he picked up the sword it immediately began releasing sparks of electricity as it was enchanted with electrokinesis. “I wonder…” As he said that he looked upon the, now dimmed, crystal that he used to save his son, and with a focused force magic, cracked it in smaller pieces, and took a shard and stuck it inside a small crack the sword had in the handle, from long usage. As he stuck the dimmed crystal, the sword began to glow an aggressive blue as it filled with electrical power. “By the Glory of our Father, may your HOLY name be Praised forevermore Shivan!” He burst into worship at the awe striking sight. Grua stepped back out of his hut with a strange contraption in his hands. “Behold! My latest invention I have been working on for the past year; but never managed to test… Until now… My Boltcannon!” He announced, pulling back a spring lock on the machine. As Grua came out with this strange contraption, some villagers turned their gaze toward him and some shook their heads with judgement and disappointment, others with smirks of amusement. “Hey! This is a fine piece of equipment I designed myself! It will revolutionize Gior warfare!” Grua shot back at them. The minor Mulgathian Grovar had become turned down to gaze upon Grua “We shall see soon enough, young boy; and don’t you think I didn’t know you were hiding when I came into your father’s house, but for now let’s focus on surviving this battle and give glory to our creator!” He said in a resounding demonic voice, emphasizing the attention that he knew Grua was Garum’s son. Looking both embarrassed and ashamed like a deflated balloon, he raised a finger to speak, opening and closing his mouth several times before giving up and quietly walking off. Although still terrified of Grovar, he didn’t seem as bad and terrifying as he was described as in the books, scrolls, and stories, and the panic pushed Grua onto more pressing matters at the moment. At least he had a sense of humor. “Everyone ready?!?!” Grovar shouted as the shield began to shake and fade. Only a few moments after, the raging beasts began to push almost idiotically against the now disappearing force that was keeping them outside, and slowly they were managing to enter its perimeter. “Here comes your chances to PROVE YOUR LOYALTY TO SHIVAN, GIOR BRETHREN!” Grovar shouted with his resounding demonic voice again inspiring courage to all Gior. As the shield collapsed and the feral monstrosities charged towards the villagers, the biggest among them all lunged itself forward to meet with Grovar, who was standing ready to defend, and the horror rose up and tried to slam it’s distorted hooves and mixed claw-like tentacles. Grovar, with his fiery fists, blocked the attack and threw the beast backwards as he caught it in a low balance position, thus making it stumble. As the darkened creature was stumbling backwards Grovar tried using his Scalestone sword against the beast, swinging furiously towards it, but the beast was falling too fast backwards and managed to avoid his attack, making Grovar stumble a bit himself. The dance within the rain was barely beginning and the evil was already seeming to gain the upper hand, as the stumbling back and forth left the mighty Grovar in a vulnerable position, and the abomination stumped yet again this time hitting Grovar flat in his chest once spilling some liquid fire from his blazing body, and another hoof landed on one of his feet making him kneel just a little as he groaned in pain.

All Gior were looking worried to Grovar as he seemed to have been hurt by this monster, and immediately after, a medium sized mutant saw his position of vulnerability, and charged furiously towards Grovar, with green gooey foam spewing from two of it’s asymmetrical mouths, in between which it had line of three red glowing eyes. The screech coming off it was abhorrent and made a few Gior cower behind Grovar. “Why am I toying with these creatures here and allowing them to hurt me?” He whispered to himself, as his yellow glowing eyes turned blood red, and in his right hand where he was holding that small shard of a crystal, no, there was a yellow sphere of neon glowing force and between his fingers a gray dust was trickling down as the shard was utterly consumed. With one shout of fury, he launched his hand forward, basically slapping the beast into it’s repulsing face, releasing a shockwave of crimson energy, turning the creature's own force against it. It revealed the beast flying backwards, then it fell stunned on the ground confused and disoriented. Now Grovar’s legendary powers were beginning to be revealed. Grua, seeing a chance to prove himself, pulled forth his machine and readied it, aiming at the large beast near Grovar, firing a blast bolt at the beast. What seemed like a clean shot somehow got messed up by the wind, blowing it off course and causing the bolt to skid off the beast's armour, not even blowing up. A split second of disappointment hit Grua, but some minor influence somehow caused the bolt to fly straight into the beast's hide, followed by the glorious blast, small pieces of hide and ichor blowing off the side of its body. As Grovar saw the weapon’s potential efficiency, he took under calculation that it was him who slightly nudged the arrow into the creature, and turned to Grua saying with a deeply satisfied tone “Not bad, young boy! Heh, with a bit of training, this can indeed serve the might of our Almighty Father! May he be praised!” Then he turned his gaze back towards the raging beasts “You think so?” He asked gratefully as he sat down and placed the Boltcannon nozzle first into the ground to reload. Immediately another medium sized beast launched itself at a group of fighting soldiers, of whom belonged to Zorex’s unit. This was similar in shape that the one Grovar just mashed its own power against, and as it was charging, one of the soldier quickly threw a long wyrmwood spear right in one of its legs making it stumble and eat mud quite literally, as the group swarmed around it, they began cutting it down with pure Gior bloodthirst. A smaller swarm of spirit fiends were heading towards a group of villager militia, and though one managed to bite off the leg of one villager, the rest yanked themselves in a couple of swords and crude sharpened sticks as villagers pointed at them frantically. These fiends quickly started turning to black and shady ash as a result of the impalement, but not without a villager losing their leg. Garum was now awestruck at the majesty Grovar was displaying and simply enjoying the light show, but almost forgot that he’s still in a battle. Taking advantage of this, a swarm of Spirit Fiends rushed forward at him. However, his regained youth recovered some of his old military reflexes he had in battle, and his muscles and body immediately tensed up when sensing the approaching danger, turning towards the swarm to see it attempt to pin him on the ground and eat him alive. He got his, now gloriously electrically sparking sword, as lightning was flowing off it’s almost blinding blue shine. The first pulled itself towards Garum, and as it did so, Garum immediately lunged himself forward, gazing with his cold reptilian eyes into the creature's soulless expression as his blade cut through it, sparks of electricity discharging left and right. He scraped his sword with his claws, collecting a ball of electrical energy, which made even him be surprised at the amount of energy that he managed to extract, filling his arm with a godlike storm of bolts. In an almost dance like rhythm, he bounced from the beast that was now turning into a fine ash, and slashed with his electrically charged claw through three other beasts, ripping them apart as the electricity was shooting interconnected arches towards yet another beast. The following remainder of the group, he bounced off these last 4 dead creatures and spun in a whirlwind of electricity and blades which kicked through them in a rage of adrenaline. “Woah! I haven’t seen you do that since… Well… Ever…” Grua said while slamming the new bolt into his machine's chamber and pulling the spring lock. “Hehehe, well ma’boy, these crystals were never present on the surface of our world either… They will definitely come handy in our empire’s development!” He said with a satisfied tone as he turned to engage the medium sized mutant.

Garum then continued on his ride of glory as he launcher himself through the air, yanking his sword, which, all the while was shooting sparks of electricity in all directions, and the first hit cut through the belly of the stunned beast releasing black ichor and a purple, sticky, and rotten goo which smelled worse than the most hideous nightmare one could imagine. The electric shock sent the beast in a short seizure, as it’s wound was also being cauterized by the sword’s excessive discharge of power. Due to the shear horror of the smell, Garum became susceptible to nausea, which made him lose balance and focus, and when he tried to deliver the deadly blow, he slipped on a puddle of particularly soft mud which made him merely hit the beast’s thick natural carapace, bouncing his sword off and throwing him in the mud. As garum pulls himself up from the mud with a damaged ego, he barely gets to clean some of the mud off as another similar beast like the one he just managed to injure severely, was running at him with its multiple mouthed and horned face pointed straight at his belly, but since his reflexes were still running, he managed to roll away from the attack, and even pull a cocky tease at the beast as it was sliding frantically through the mud, almost about to hit a crystal. As it did that, the creature started to radiate a strange smoky aura that was as black as pitch itself, leaving behind a trail of this unusual and slightly dehazed smoke. As the creature was staring straight into the light of this crystal, for it it was almost blinding, unlike for any normal being. It quickly screeched and turned it’s head away, and started vomiting some whitish gooey liquid, smelling like death, as it wiggled itself away from the crystal, in a desperate attempt at escaping its influence. In the background, Grua noticed this and quickly got an idea, pausing his reload, grabbing a small piece of paper, and hastily jotting down notes on it. Garum turns around and points to the thing and looks at his son “Hah! Are you seeing this? I’m having way too much fun in this battle WOOH! Haven’t felt like this in… Oh Praise you Shivan!” Saying this he seems to have lost the attention to the matter at hand, as he became overly confident. “Grr... I really should have improved this things reload speed… or at least increased its bolt capacity…” Grua grumbled behind the frontline, still trying to load a new bolt into it. “And father, don’t get too cocky! I know how you get when something is going well in your favor!” He shouted to Garum. The beast that had just charged at Garum turned back toward him, shaking its body and leveling itself. “Garum! Look out!” Muh warned, noticing the creature readying for an attack. The villagers became bloodthirsty as well in the background, almost filling the whole atmosphere with the energy of war, of which Garum, upon hearing Muh’s shout and his son’s wake up call, spun on one leg to face that beast yet again as it was furiously charging towards him. He looked upon Grovar as he looked back to him and nodded in approval almost knowing what he was about to ask. The beast approaching relentlessly, Garum focused his gaze upon the thing and time seemed to almost freeze as everything around was in slow motion. Grovar lifted his fiery hand, and a pulse of transparent energy came out as Garum jumped and the beast was beginning to slide as the shockwave caught it in the air.

Garum pointed his sword towards his son’s bolt cannon and grabbed his hand holding the sword with his free hand, as he seemed to absorb some of that demonic shockwave, and at the same time, streams of white glowing energy were discharging from the dimmed shard of crystal stuck in the crack of his sword’s handle, and fueled back onto his sword, rendering the crystal gray with small pulses of yellow light clearly showing that it was almost out of any magic. “SON! SHOOT THAT BOLT!” He shouted from the depths of his lungs as his sword began to shine blinding blue light illuminating the whole surrounding in a flash of glory. Grua looked at his father, the attacking creature, then at his Boltcannon. He quickly grabbed the side of it and unlocked the bolt, aimed, and fired. The bolt flew towards the creature, entering the bolt of energy created by his father’s sword, sparking violently as it plunged deep into the monster's hide. The blast erupted a moment after, blowing the creature's insides across the battlefield, and its blown open corpse flung back onto the ground. Grua, Muh, and dozens of villagers stood in amazement, both at Garum’s magical prowess, and Grua’s Boltcannon effectiveness, and even more so when the two combined together. “Hah! I knew it! This thing will revolutionize warfare forever! All we need now are magic-based, or magic-infused variants, and they will be perfect!” Grua announced victoriously. “What do you think, Molten Wrath?” Zorex asked with a bit of envy. “I speak my mind…” The bigger beast tried to have a bite at Grovar as he spoke, but he dodged and slammed his fiery fist into its ugly head, stunning it again, making it sink its head into the mud… “...By Shivan’s flame!... As I was saying… What we will be facing in our future… These kinds of weapons might just be our only hope!” His demonic resounding voice spoke from above, as Zorex became confused due to his jealousy, but also by his sense of worship for Shivan… “Please do not cast your curse upon me for asking… But aren’t these kinds of... contraptions; dishonorable, Great one?” Zorex’s clear jealousy was visible, as the Gior he used to mock was now reaching a point of appreciation and praise, as he emphasized on contraption and gazed furiously at Grua. In doing so, a smaller creature jumped at him, but he managed to slam his sword’s blade vertically through it’s open mouth, cutting it in half and filling himself with ichor. Grovar, taking under consideration what he heard from Zorex he replies “You’d better not do that now! Fighting a weaker opponent is dishonorable, especially another Gior, and you have already committed many sins, Zorex; for which you need to repent!” His gaze alone described his disappointment as his fiery eye watched Zorex, seeing him clenching his fists while looking at Grua and understanding what he was willing to do. “You better stop being doubtful when I, or ANY of my stature speak of our opinions, for we sing the will of ALMIGHTY SHIVAN alone, you mewling WORM!” His holy fury could already be seen; so there was no reason to explain himself to a soldier that lacked the proper attitude. In doing so, he silenced Zorex while even setting his tail ablaze with a mere gaze of fury. Stories of his holy temper and wrath could be remembered by Grua and Garum, as Zorex quickly ran into a puddle of mud to try and extinguish his tail.

Grua started to get the hang of reloading his weapon after getting a feel for it. “I'm right here you know! If my enemy has better equipment, skills, or strength than me, I am still fighting honorably!” He shouted back as he loaded an inferno bolt into the chamber, he turned to see Zorex extinguishing his tail, Zorex, being somewhat agitated, and Muh laughing. “Thank you for standing up for me…” Grua said, both surprised and grateful as he pulled the spring lock back again. He hadn’t expected Grovar to be the one to compliment him, let alone stand up for him. Another swarm of spirit fiends suddenly erupted forward, taking advantage of Zorex’s situation. The swarm slithered under Zorex, leaping up onto him and dug into his flesh with their fangs, claws, and appendages, savagely tearing skin, flesh, and sinew. At first he was screaming in horror, but suddenly stopped, his mouth wide open as another creature tore through one of his arms, and started thrashing violently, tearing it off his body with even a bit of shoulder bone. Zorex collapsed from the sheer pain, now lying unconscious and bleeding his guts out. At the sight, Garum became enraged, as Zorex was one of his most cherished students, despite his sins against the Honorbound and Shivan. In a moment of thoughtless rage, he lowered himself to the ground, as his tail and spine began to burn brightly with a gloomy white fire, a spell he swore never to use again, after the consequences to his soul, left him almost zombified for a full year. That was long before Grua was hatched; though. Now that all of his power was restored by these crystals, even spells that he locked deep in his subconscious were now being unleashed as he had forgotten how to keep all of this youthful energy under control. As he rose up, he blasted with immense speed towards the creatures and spun in midair causing a tornado of this white - grayish fire of hell, a life and death sucking paradox of Shivan’s realms, which completely consumed the whole swarm, banishing them into one of Shivan’s forgotten hellish realms, leaving no ash or even magic behind. Grovar seeing this recognised this as a forbidden spell and knew full well of its consequences upon the soul of any Gior and directed his attention and Garum in a desperate attempt to save him “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN SHIVAN’S HOLY NAME! Teacher, STOP THIS NOW!” He couldn’t bear to see the damnation his old friend was risking due to a lack of self control, Not the Danagaahrm curse… Not that spell again... Not the spell which he fell susceptible to before being chosen by the Mulgathian. Danagaahrm… one of the many ‘leftover’ infernus of Shivan’s ceaseless creation and consumption. If a living hell is an abomination, a forgotten one is far worse, as pure chaos had taken hold of it, due to the demon in charge of it no longer sustaining its stability with their presence, and the primal chaos of the uncreated will of the Most High Originator of all runs rapid in these kinds of places.

Danagaahrm… The name of this horror ran through the head of the now frantically shaking Grovar as he was trying to think of a way to save his old, almost father-like friend from it’s grasp. He remembered from visions and from the holy scriptures of the 9nth temple of Shivan, a forsaken hell which his beloved Lord, had created in ancient eternities long since time immemorial, it was postulated that, as Shivan’s endless growth was developing, he created “gifts'' for the most loyal of beings; other demons, which were given for diplomatic purposes or rewards. One of them was this Infernus, but the Demon to whom Shivan had given it, had been consumed by a darkness as of yet unknown. By a void or one of the many “Mouths” of infinity, if that concept could be understood. A battle lost, and a child destroyed. Along with that demon’s many… MANY realms… Lost… Just like those who used this spell could become. Even worse than the feral threat they are facing here. What else could he do, but bow down in worshipful prayer to Shivan and the Mulgathian. As Garum was beginning to increase in size as his scales were changing color to a pale yellow. Immediately, a demonic hand came from the night sky above, created a dark sigil, which absorbed the grayish-white flames of Danagaahr into a ball of yellow fire, which was then blasted at the titanic horror, making it screech in agony as it’s body began imploding and the yellow flames, turned white-gray again, and imploded in a distortion of space, making the horror disappear, and leaving behind a delirious Garum’Hisk, and his scales seemed to have been drained of color.

Grua dropped his weapon and immediately ran towards his fathers side. “Father… Father, you just got younger; you're not dying yet!” He shouted, unsure yet if he should be upset, worried, or relieved that Garum hadn’t become a demonic creature. Muh stood behind Grua, holding his shoulder to try and comfort him, and remained silent. Rahar stepped outside the hut she had been hiding in, looking around at the scene. “Did Rahar miss the fight?” She asked, then paused as she looked down at Garum. “Is Garum dead?” she asked. “Wake up Garum!” She shouted, picking him up and shaking him. Muh turned around back at Zorex and walked over to him, breaking off a few chunks of nearby crystal, kneeled down beside him, and started applying them wherever he could. Grovar got up from his prostrating position, looking upon Zorex laying there half eaten… He surely got more than what he deserved, but nonetheless Grovar’Nusk’s faith was barely shaken, in fact it was just increased after all the action and seeing the intervention of his Mulgathian brother. He sat on one of the rounder crystals, as he began to shrink in size, the flames of his demonic glory were extinguished and his form returned to that of an oversized and terrifying Gior shaman. He was now surveying the broken buildings of the village, the villagers which were in similar predicaments to Zorex and even some soldiers. Breathing heavily after the mental, magical and physical exhaustion of the situation he was put through, he looked upon Garum’Hisk, as his size was slowly returning to normal and the frantic Grua trying to tend to his father as best as he could. As he gazed upon the unconscious body of Garum, one might even be confused in thinking that this beast of a Gior, was shedding some tears of sadness. He could surely be misjudged, because not many know the deeper secrets of Shivan’s infinite empire. And not many have been exposed to forbidden magic in early life like both Garum and him. The emotional surge was understandable even for a wrathful being like him. “Grua! Come sit by me, young son of Garum!” He called to Grua. Grua listened and did as he was told, sitting down silently beside Grovar. Grovar nodded in silence while his tears could be seen by Grua as he was looking at Garum. “Will… Will he be alright?” Grua asked as he worriedly watched Garum’s unmoving body. “Like all of us and our ancestors…” He responded with a contemplating tone, “We are created out of the mud of our Father’s work, Tiraxius, and we grow, we begin to learn from the world, and we are tasked with growing in glory and strength. But eventually we reach the harvest. When we all have to go meet with the Honorbound… It is the cycle of creation and endless expansion of Lord Shivan. One cannot be afraid to face the natural second hatching of our being… My sadness isn’t because he could have departed… mine is because of WHERE he would have ended up… But to answer your question, no… He did not pass on. His soul is very much still here. He needs care. He needs to be restored, as he could very well be spending the next months in bed, unconscious…” Grovar ended in a suspense. Grua sighed with relief, but was still a bit worried. He then turned to Zorex, somehow feeling victorious, but felt guilty for feeling that way. Unsure who he should help or even what he should think, he did the only thing Grua could do in this situation; pulled out a book to read. Grovar looked at the book Grua was reading intently, and sighed with some form of pride for the young Gior, as he contemplated.

Grovar already knew from his divination and silent prayers, and even telepathy that the boy had committed many blasphemies, for which Grovar could very well kill him as a sentence. But he, in his supernatural wisdom, saw that Grua had a long journey ahead of him, and the Mulgithian were using him for the future development of the Gior Eclipsimundi empire, so he weighed the judgements silently as Grua was reading beside him, and decided to bless him instead. For his intellect was a gift not to be thwarted and could even turn out into ‘intelligent faith’ which would be based on facts rather than superstitions. A faith far more superior than that of a mere believer. “You know, son of Garum?” Grovar sighed with visible perplextion… “You were right to fear me as you did when you were hiding!” He said with a gloomy tone… “I could have killed you right on the spot were it not for your father, and your end would have been a dishonorable one!” He said that as Grua began to visibly shiver in fear next to him yet again “But praise be the Mercy of Shivan and that of the Mulgathian, that you have been chosen… you will end up becoming a greater Gior than most have ever expected. But do yourself a favor and grab a hold of your mouth next time a blasphemy comes out of it for I stand by my duty to SHIVAN above my friendship to your father and I will not have ANYONE disrespect the evident glory of our creator… And though death won’t be your sentence, punishment that will make you prefer it will certainly take its place for even a chosen one has to be refined!” Grua sat for a long time in fearful silence, eventually, he slowly turned back to his book. “Thanks… I guess…” He said, shivering. Grovar got up from his rest after a full half an hour of him sitting there contemplating, and Garum next to him too terrified to move and having his face sunken in his mathematics book. “Get up son of Garum” Grovar said with a stern tone, “Your first task is to tend to your father. And write down everything you saw these gifts of Shivan do. For the next months until his full restoration. You will use these crystals for your research to the glory of Shivan, Praise his Name! I will make sure to care for Rahar and Muh. They need some training and instruction and discipline” he said as he was making a few steps forward then turned back to Grua “There’s a big journey ahead of us after your father’s recovery. By then I pray you will be a much better version of yourself!” He finished with an equally stern tone. “Thank you; Molten Wrath…” He said. I can’t believe I'm actually saying this… He thought to himself. “May Shivan help guide us on this journey then… Although I haven’t been faithful; I can give it a chance now…” Grua, somewhat reluctantly, finished. For the next few days, the Tahek farming village would see many miracles of regeneration to the injured, even Zorex would begin to grow his lost arm and shoulder back as the exposure of the crystals was being intensified by the presence of a Holy Shaman of Shivan. Muh would be subjected to a military discipline that would make him complain in the most hilarious of ways, as once Grovar’s mind was set on something, not even the loudest moan could change it… ”Can we not?” Muh complained, as he was taught to discipline his fat body for the assassins guild. “Hahahah!!! You will not survive one minute in a true war like that you lousy Gior!” Grovar laughed as he pushed Muh even harder. “But…” Muh huffed. “Can’t I just... Sit down again? When’s our next meal?” He asked. “Muh! We just ate 3 flames ago!” Grua reminds him. “But stiiilll…” Muh complained. “Hahaha! Rahar is having fun!” Rahar shouted victoriously from the sparring ring as she beat down another challenger. “Muh is not happy, yes? Muh can fight Rahar! Fighting makes Rahar happy!” She suggested. As Grovar heard Rahar’s suggestion he immediately jumped in. “You know what Rahar? That is a GREAT idea, don’t you think Grua?” Grovar laughed. “See? Rahar is smart too!” She exclaimed. “Sure! Muh might need a bit of a wakeup call…” Grua answered. “Who’s side are you on here?” Muh asked Grua. “I'm on the side that makes sure you don’t get killed!” Grua responded. “But I don’t wanna…” Muh moaned. “GET IN THE RING!” Grovar roared furiously as he stomped on the top of Muh’s tail. A squeak came out of him as he leapt up into the air, and ran into the ring almost immediately after. The villagers that were training started laughing at the sight as Grovar turned towards Grua “How’s your father doing? And I see the exposure to those crystals are giving you more and more strength… Good!” Grua looked down at himself, a bit surprised at the results. “Oh… It seems they are... And yes, he is doing fine. The herbalists and healers say he will wake up eventually, but they don’t know when… Though his color is coming back to him…” Grua responded, sounding both hopeful and a little worried. “Good news, now make sure you do your research and keep exposing yourself to the crystals daily, you have potential…” Grovar said as he turned back at the ring to see Rahar beat down on Muh with a little too much enthusiasm. “YOU’D BETTER PICK THAT STAFF UP, YOU LAZY…!!!” he shouted at Muh as he was beginning to sink in the muddy sand...

The days continued to pass, the weeks, and the months. The village saw an increase in it’s fortifications, the villagers became more fit militia to serve in an army, though the village kept it’s original farming attribute, yet still became a bit more militarized after the unfortunate encounter with the Feral... Grua would see new discoveries and create new inventions, as the crystals were not only enhancing his body, but also helping to focus his intellect. Muh would spend a month in bed after an accident in the ring with Rahar, leaving him way too beaten for the crystals to regenerate instantly. Rahar, feeling overconfident, would spend much of her time hunting down and fighting local game a little too large for her to handle. Zorex… finally recovered his arm, and he was now fully restored after having spent months bedridden, only to wake up to a Grua of a surprising musculature and confidence, which was no longer hunching nor cowering away, as he did also spent time training with Grovar who knew how to nurture him without too much beating, unlike Muh’s experience with Rahar… ”Uuuhhh… what… who…. How long have I… Soldier! Where am I?” Zorex shot up from his bed speaking to Grua, whose body was now muscular and straight, and his demeanor was confident enough to make the confused Zorex think that’s another soldier. “Oh… So you think I'm honorable enough to be a soldier then?” Grua said, his voice sounding far deeper and robust than Zorex had remembered; familiar, but still hard to recognize. “Wha…? Aren’t you a… Huh… Are you a villager? Am I still in Tahek?” Zorex responded as he was rubbing his head and eyes. “Hahaha! You log… It's me! Grua! Yes you're still in Tahek… Those little ones did a number on you…” Grua laughed. Zorex remained silent as he analyzed Grua, down at his feet, up at his face, at his chest, and down at his feet again. “What? Is this a prank? Where is he?” He asked, obviously thinking this couldn’t be Grua; but still nudging himself. The crystals… He thought to himself… “MY HAND!” he shouted… “Is fine!” Grua finished for him, holding Zorex’s arm up to his face. Grua’s grip was far stronger than Zorex’s threefold. Zorex leaped from the bed and took a few steps back… “If you are Grua, tell me something that I did to you when we were little, that you resented ever since...” Grua thought for a moment. “Well, you hit me with one of those crystals not that long ago… When we were kids, you would throw me into the marshwood river... Umm... Oh, and there was that one time you tied my tail on the top of a tree! It took my father forever to find me again, let alone get me down…” Grua opened his mouth to continue, but closed it again, not because he wanted to stop, but because he wanted to signify that he still had plenty more to say. “Oh, and Garum is in a coma because of your foolishness… Long story…” He finished. “...” Zorex remained silent again… he frantically tried to get out the medical hut, and went to Garum’s hut, barging in, to see him lying there… With herbalists and healers by his bedside, as he was breathing with his mouth open. He looked around to see the room filled with Solid Light crystals, placed there to aid in his recovery. As he gazed upon all this, he fell on his knees and began to cry “Teacher!... Wha... what ha… happened… wh… what have i done?” He asked as he lifted his hands in mid air almost in a begging position. “So when you went down… Uh… He got really angry and casted a forbidden spell and almost got turned into a Danagaahrm demon… Bless Shivan; for a Mitagrath saved him from such a curse…” Grua responded, surprising Zorex, as he hadn’t remembered Grua being religiously faithful in the slightest. Garum started to stir; Danagaahrm… Danagaahrm… Danagaaaaaarrrrr…. A deep and furious tone resounded through Garum’s mind as he immediately shot up from his state, wide awake and gasping for air “DANAGAAHRM!!!” Garum shouted as he shocked everyone in the room.


The Gior - Prologue - Tiraxius Prime - Grora’roauk, Shavigan Undergrowth City - 3221 E

Imakahn’igen kept walking through the empty catacombs, tunnels, and chambers of the undergrowth city; her undergrowth city. Grora’roauk, one of the many hidden cities of the Shavigan Empire. To the rest of the world, Imakahn and her people did not exist, long believed to have been destroyed. The ruins of their past sins lay above their undergrowth cities, and those whom follow that… That demon… Must be destroyed. We can help with that, that..." a strange, cold, ancient voice resonated in her mind. “Who is that?!” Imakahn shouted at empty space, stopping in her tracks and frantically looking around. “Show yourself! I heard you!” Imakahn demanded. The Eclipsians Eclipsians... So much faith in him faith in him... So foolish, Ideotic, foolish…” The voice laughed. It should be yours, yours, yours… It WILL be yours, yours... All you must do, must do, do... Is give in, let it in... Power, power, power, strength, strength, strength… Let it in, in, and strength will be yours, be yours, be yours, let it in…” the voice echoed, vibrating, chanting, and slowly claiming her mind. She let in a deep breath of air, trying to concentrate, placing one hand on one of the walls of the tunnel and the other on her head. Thoughts she believed to be hers, but felt alien, flooded her mind like a typhoon, rebuilding her mental space. “I… WANT, IT!” She suddenly shouted, smashing her fist into the side of the wall, cracks forming across it. Her stance, now more animal, and her frame suddenly more robust, swelling larger and stronger, and her mind quickly slipped away into something more akin to an animal; for this was the beginning of the Feral corruption.
 
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The Tassia'Mel - Har'Zen Galaxy - Frontier Colony Region of The Tassia'Mel Unity

Theme --> Nigel Stanford - Entropy


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The sparkling specs of dust, dance and sway with the air through the evening sun-beams. The room is filled with all manners of scrolls and classic, hand-made furniture, stained with candlewax give the feeling of an almost medieval setting.
Small warded magical jars containing what looks like ingredients for various spells, all but fill the surface of these desks and shelves.
Alimastial is sitting on one of these desks, meditative yet peaceful, her white hair tied up in a knot, revealing her pointed ears, she turns to one of the tomes illuminated by these sun-beams, '...grounding dry dirt, and mixing it with eotherium wasn't the best mix for the ignition of spectral cells...'
She thought to herself as she began waving her delicate hands over some of the bags and jars laying all around her, as flares of aggressive pink neon glowing light began flowing from the metaversal sigils, filling her back and sides of the upper arm, down her arm, seemingly depositing itself like a mist on top of these objects. One of the jar's sigils began glowing yellow as an equally collored hologram of the local cluster of stars shone upwards as she got up from the desk she was just sitting and began analysing the data. Counterintuitive, sure, this was not a medieval society after all, but some levels of technology have been so masterfully mixed with magic and art that they became practically indistinguishable from the works of a primitive society... at least in this specific house...

"...will be giving this Opiroptic tube to Faileyas and Tadria, as they asked if they can use it for refining the carbonite strings which they had just collected from Toriam assembly plant, it has been laying here, gathering dust for the better part of the orbit!" Yonnathea, announced with uncertainty and a tint of curiosity from the doorstep of the contemplatorium, as these kinds of rooms were called. "Yeah, ok... just tell them to come by and visit sometimes... are you going to town right now? I thought we could enjoy this evening together outside, amid the trees..." Alimastial responded with a sigh. "Oh, but we will... i like your vibrancy Alila!" Yonnathea, responded affectionately as she abbreviated her name then she continued "I'm not leaving you alone anyway, you still have the whole house here and a new Tassia is moving in with us later... she's probably going to arrive in a few units, and she's just your type, her name is Jesyrrah'Neon! and there are Orannea'Less, Karria'Notkul and Gia'Oriss here, but the rest of our group is about to return from the temple of Mother Ahridaziel as well..." Joyfully, she reminded a focused Alimastial, as she was getting ready to leave. "Ok... I'm working on managing a few mining and trade routes of our sector and preparing some ship-incantations for a few freighters...oof... sooo, the magma collecting chambers need to be shielded from... uuuhh... the cogs of this crystal grinder need to be readjusted.. aaanddd..." She responded as she turned to the holograms, and began pushing some crystal white buttons under some desks, as a few computer pads began to fade into existence displaying all kinds of schematics and blueprints of various mining vessels and spaceships.

View attachment 9692Yonnathea is reaching her 6789th year (386th Ark), still a flower bud in comparison to how long an average Tassia'mel lives... Throughout her life, she has specialised in ethereal mechanics and astronomy, though she has enjoyed working in manual labour alongside fellow Tassia'mel in the construction of spaceships and some colony construction too.

She had just picked up the Opiroptic tube and placed it in the inventory dimensional cube.
View attachment 9693A standard-issue pocket dimension, for every Tassia'Mel citizen, to carry most of their possessions and goods in.
One can easily fit a house worth of the volume of material in one such fist-sized cube.

As she did that she stopped for a second, outside the house, to take in the sights, as she contemplated on her day. She prostrated towards the direction of the setting sun, as she made a prayer to Ahridaziel, and began to walk towards the nearby city.

Tree after tree, giant mushroom after giant mushroom, step by step on the orange dirt road she walked peacefully and confidently, savouring the fresh air and the smell of the natural plants and trees nearby with a heart full of gratitude to The Goddess and The Ender King Himself. Not that this isn't her routine when alone, or for that matter the way the Tassia'Mel know how to fill their souls with the simple joys of the world around them. There's not a hint of stress in their demeanour all throughout the day and night. No insecurities and no irrational desires.

View attachment 9701This is Colony Ereliss'Sydaxiss Zeron , the only city on the surface of this recently terraformed planet, and Tassia'Mel from all over the unity have moved here to help with its development. Yonnathea's usual destination for most days, and her household, as most of the businesses and works are fueled back into the city, even the personal projects every Tassia'Mel produces in the comfort of their homes.
Walking into the city, she hugs and kisses many Tassia'Mel citizens even those she doesn't know... a strange sight, but the fact of the matter is that this is how they behave with each other. She enjoys every minute of every day, up until she stumbles over a massive Ogre like creature which also walks the streets of this city. "Uuuuhhh... oh.... kay....?" She paused a bit scratching her head in confusion as she looked around at most citizens also sharing in her curiosity and confusion heading to the nearest Tassia she said "Not that it's any of my business, but have we welcomed a new race in our Unity, one that has not been announced in the network?" She asked confused "Oh... I actually don't know, I haven't been in this side of our territory for long, to be honest, so i might be the wrong person to ask, you know how vast our family is... wait... I know that voice..." She said as she gently turned to face Yonnathea, and as she did that her eyes widened with surprise and joy. "Yonnathea!? Is that YOU? By Melkizedek HIMSELF! what are the odds?" She said as Yonnathea also turned her way with surprise. "It's me! Layla'Oris from Metropolis 9951! We had quite the family!" As she finished, Yonnathea jumped around her neck and hugged her deeply and kissed her, on the cheeks and on the lips. Though kissing on the lips is the norm to show the intimate trust they have for one another, they also express reconnection through it with a long lost friend or mate. Though most 'friends' in their culture are akin to mates anyway due to the fact that they have closer relationships with total strangers than a group of friend would in any ordinary mortal society.
"I don't believe this, I thought you moved in Past Universe 550.45.66! You were expanding the borders of that parallel unity and helping with the reconstruction after the recent conquest!" As she said that a black-haired Tassia, frantically ran through the crowd seemingly trying to catch up with the Ogre-like creature "Burky... Uuhhh... sorry... excuse me... pardon... BURKY! I TOLD YOU A TRILLION TIMES TO NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE!" She shouted in frustration and amusement with a bit of shame.

A towering, fat beast with fairly sizable fangs was stomping around confused. The thing seemed more like a minion or an animal rather than a sentient being, as it even sniffed around the Tassia'mel people; its smell could be felt from a mile away, unlike the sweet cotton-honey-like balsam average smell of the Tassia'mel body, this thing wrenched like rotten eggs. It was clearly a construct of darker magics, though it seemed to be infused with Tassia'Mel cybernetics technology and all manners of quirky inventions.

A few Tassia'Mel decided to trap it, as the energy it was creating was chaotic, disturbing the peace, though unintentionally, the smell alone was discomforting. And that says a lot about how repugnant that creature smelled, because no Tassia, is bothered easily by any unseemly smell since most species they get in touch with don't smell the way they do, as nature doesn't seem to think sentient or animal life ought to have comforting and sweet smells emanating from their bodies, even though some, rare and far-out species, do have flowery smells.
"Uuh... OH! NO... Don't hurt it! he doesn't know what he's doing, he's still a project in development!" An innocent Eullia jumped forward with her arm extended towards the Tassia preparing a capturing force spell.
"Ok... it would seem that the issue was solved then..." Layla'Oris held her laughter in while looking at the situation, at the same time trying to cover her nose because the sheer smell of the creature was beyond her level of tolerance. "Eh... I present to you our beloved Eullia, Layla... She has become this colony's brightest of the youth and among the most praised of eccentrics too... surprisingly..." Yonnathea observed Eullia with a gentle smile as she caressed the back of a discomforted Layla, then looking towards her, a strange green meteor seems to began falling into the atmosphere of this world, the world of Faxian, but did not pay enough attention to it as she tried to help her old mate with adapting to the strange smells that Eullia's and others experiments tend to produce in this frontier colony.

Eullia ran towards Burky timidly smiling at other Tassia'Mel around expressing her blunder that, yet another experiment, had jus ran loose through the city. It was rather adorable, how everything that seems hostile, usually turns out to be an innocent experiment of this 21-year-old Tassia. Yes... Another! for this was far from the first, especially since she isn't particularly an original Tassia... This particular colony came with a batch of young clone colonists to help establish a foothold.
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She, and for that matter most of her kind, are known eccentrics, either scientists or artificers and some combined but all use edgy magics which many simply do not dare to approach with ease.
The Eullia clone batch came from the genes of a deceased Darkhim Which are still Tassia'Mel but known for their talent with using darkness and all such 'forbidden' knowledge to turn it to the light.

'Such is their symbiosis with the corruption and the chaos of creation that the purity of a Tassia'Mel which is shown in the whiteness of their hair, has all but left them turning their skin pale, their hair black as the deepest of shadows and their shine is no longer blue, as it turned aggressive red' - quote from the Olumion - sacred texts which record the evolution and history of the Tassia'Mel unity.

Eullia's Demeanour, though gentle, timid and innocent, is also fiery and electric. known for being energic, even when most would rather relax, and passionate when others would be at peace. The Darkhim temper is known for this chaotic goodness, for though they deal in the darkness and alchemize it into the light they are never evil but as a contrast they are... well.. one might best put it in the category of 'perpetually burning with passion'.
To a mortal, she could be suspicious as her tendencies are edgy at best, taking interest in those things that would bring distress in most or simply are considered useless subjects of discussions, such as: 'What can one Tassia make out of the pus of a rotten corpse... no joke! And for that matter, combine that pus with the whole necrotic energy of decay which such a thing produces within the spirit plane and see whether an abomination comes forth... and then let's see what can one do with that nightmare.' One can easily hear her talk like that as if it is the usual talk of the day, simply out of the blue... at times even when someone is enjoying a delicious meal, her talks could quite easily steal away the will to eat for the next few days.

"Ok... so Burky, you are getting in the cell for this, sorry!" Eullia targeted her scold towards the Ogre-like creature, as she regretfully changed from joyful to annoyed and took an inventory cube, pressing the sides of its external pads she opened a small gateway that saw this huge creature slowly being dragged in by red flowing energy waves. Burky... poor thing... he scratched at the concrete walkway on which it was standing and groaned in discomfort as its legs were being spaghettified as if entering a black hole shortly after being totally sucked into that cube and sealed.

As she did that, Eullia immediately turned towards a blushing Yonathea, as she was mystified by her past mate, and pointed towards the, still falling, green fiery ball of mystery. "Did anyone missed that thing that is entering our atmosphere? Or have I just become THAT famous around here... it isn't like I'm the only clone here, there are about a hundred billion of my copies everywhere in this metropolis of a colony... and... how is it that you people recognize me like that?" She chuckled at that last part as she realised that, she really has a bit of a unique set of characteristics in comparison to the rest of the clones that founded the colony.
"Wait what? a GREEN meteor?" A startled Yonnathea turned towards the sight, as the slowly falling ball of green fire, was closing in to some distant mountain chain.

An unexpected need?
(Part is written in partnership with another RP-er)

A journey of discovery had just begun! Just what in the name of Melchizedek was this thing that entered this recently founded colony?
Could the council of this place approve a bunch of citizen's curiosity, and what might this trail reveal if these people chose to head its direction?

On a small wooden pedestal, barefoot, long robes fluttering in the slight breeze, Abhilasha stood and evangelized to the small group of Tassia that surrounded her. She was an expressive speaker, her voice could be as warm and sweet as sunlight and then suddenly become icy water running down the backs of those who listened. She was one of the younger priestesses of Ahridaziel but her sermons and hymns were already much-beloved among the devotees of the Goddess. Her voice rang out echoing eerily through the crowd:

View attachment 9703Though clothed in terrifying radiance- It is Ahridaziel's heart that does her bidding!
Her passion, her appetite, her love for all that she has created is a great watercourse-
Humbling the mountains from east to west!
For Her, the Heavens tremble!
She throws lightning across the cosmos! Her deafening command splits the very fabric of time!
She stalks the heavens like a wild predator!
The rivers- all- are filled to flowing with the flood waves of her heart.
Can you feel her?! Do you know her heart?!

Many of those gathered cried out in the affirmative, and when she stepped down from the pedestal to catch her breath before performing her evening prayers, they kissed her lips and her hands, and together, they praised Ahridaziel.

Sometimes evangelizing sapped her strength, as if she were in the grip of the Goddess herself, her might and mettle being tested, lately though, it was a different feeling- a certain restlessness that she was becoming increasingly aware of. She couldn't understand it. Trying to dispel the feeling, she tried many things: she slept more, she slept less, she laid off the poxium dust, she doubled her consumption, she prayed fervently, she starved herself, she ate freely- nothing helped. She felt like a tire, too full of pressure and ready to burst. Of course, she told no one, to be a priestess was to be an example and she could not give the impression of doubt or weakness.

Whatever this was, it was hers to deal with alone.

As she moved through the city, watching her fellow citizens and politely returning their affectionate greetings she stopped when a streak of green across the sky caught her eye. Slowing to a stop among a group of Tassia who were also staring up at the apparent meteor she gasped, "By the Goddess..."

A Silent Crash

View attachment 9704People were not frightened... at least not necessarily. Fear? for a people as ancient and powerful as these masters of the universe? if the Tassia'Mel felt fear was only in regards to their Goddess, but indeed this was an unusual sight. Some Tassia children who were in the main plaza, worshipping with their parents, also turned towards the green fiery ball that was about to crash in the mountain-chain nearby. The sermon of Abhilasha did stir emotion, and even to a people as genetically, mentally and spiritually developed as these, emotion still does cloud judgement.
"Mel-ma! Mel-ma!" A white-haired little Tassia with a strong cyan glow in her innocent eyes grabbed the legs of one of her three parents. These people aren't separated by the male/female gender, and as such do not have the mother/father words for their parents but instead they usually shout 'Mel-ma' which is a way for them to call for either of the parents who care for them. Amusingly enough, if the family is blessed enough to have an actual Tassia Male as a father, he too would be referred to as Mel-ma by the children, since such a sight is almost too alien even to their own kind.
The three parents turned to her and one of them, lowering herself to the level of the child and gently stroking her hear comfortingly she said "Do not fret my little bundle of joy! this universe has many surprises that most will never comprehend, once you grow you will see, that though our people are ancient we have yet to uncover them all, and we may never will, but there for the will of our Mother Ahridaziel!" not that she wasn't concerned, as these people tend to get clouded with emotion when worshipping, because, let's face it, they are not worshipping the 'nicest' type of deity, not that they would complain. As Ayo'llissia, the parent and Mel-Ma of Yuvill'nerra, the child said that; she turned towards a now startled Abhilasha and gently approached her with familiarity, they used to know each other when they were younger, though the age discrepancy could be a source of confusion, they were very close before this colony was built. She was now 2,455 years old...

"I thought it was you... Abi..." she caressed her arm with reminiscent desire "You certainly grew immeasurably closer to the Mother of All... I still did not understand why you left me and Yovel'Thea that night 29 Arks ago (510 Years |1 Ark = 17.58 years ), though I knew you did mention you wanted to dedicate yourself to our Almighty Mother and hurtfully accepted your mysterious decision... But enough about me rambling... What can you sense from that thing in the sky?" Her sweet voice almost seemed sad, but there was no trace of anger, yet she still hoped... as her memory was not easily soothed after the mysterious disappearance of Abhilasha that night. Unknowingly, Abilasha's emotions weren't all that clear either, and this surprise certainly didn't help clear her thoughts enough to focus. Despite this, it was too late, as the meteor crashed in the mountains, seemingly making absolutely no sound at all yet the green explosion could be seen as it illuminated half the sky when looking in its direction. A deep emerald green light, followed by black smoke that started rising.
Still... silence. Eerie, and abnormal for the size of such an object. It almost felt like a mass hallucination or some prank, somebody casting a hologram from one of the many orbiting space stations? People began murmuring and talking among themselves, theories were raised left and right, some were postulating that it was one of the many Ethereal crystals floating about, as this particular solar system was very near an Aura Node, a very tear in the fabric of space, a rift in the veil of the spirit and the physical, these aura nodes litter the entire cosmos and act as vast natural fountains of magic. Some are benevolent and others... less so...
Another theory was that it may have been some pirate space-ship with a primitive set of engines, as the frontier space of Tassia'mel unity does indeed roam with rebels, apostates from the clean faith, and all manner of exiles which never agreed with the ways of these people.
Yet another was that it merely was an undiscovered element that interacted with the, still active, terraforming gasses in the upper atmosphere of this planet.

The chatter was disturbing, to say the least... Especially to Abhilasha who really didn't like loud noises...
"PEOPLE! PEOPLE! Let's not lose our peace" A loud voice was heard from among the crowd as Eullia shouted to calm people down... a rather strange sight as Eullia and the rest of the clones, being Darkhim, enjoyed her 'prescribed dosage' of chaos. But she also knew the priestess preferred and insisted on peace and quiet, even scolding Eullia at times, since she was fairly young, barely entering adulthood at only 21 years. Though technically speaking when she was released from the cloning chamber, she was already in a teenager body, which, biologically speaking, she would be around the age of 39 years, though mentally she is acting like a hyperactive child.
Eullia, Yonnathea and her reencountered mate, Layla'Oriss came forth to meet with the priestess to ask for prayer and blessings as they were headed in town to meet with Tadria'Laydor one of the Pure Arothai Gene sages and her twin sister Faileyas'Laydor.

"Blessed be our All-Mother, Priestess!" Yonnathea and Layla bowed, while Eullia was curiously looking towards the smoking mountains, innocently missing the respects one has to pay to a priestess, at which point Yonnathea slapped her on her head and dragged her from her skirt down on her knees and turned her to face Abhilasha "Owch! Okay... HEY! OWCH!... I swear... you act like the Mel-Ma I never had sometimes Yonni!!" Eullia groaned and moaned as she bowed to pay respects to Abhilasha.
 
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Part 1 of Crossover, The Archangel Universe

The city of Evangelion, Location: Planet E’Tria, country: Armisticca

A night of stress


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Another rainy night, to fit the feelings of the people. Not a very secure diplomatic situation, but what’s most, is how E’Trians are seemingly living their day to day lives, in this massive city, the capital of Armisticca, is just another one of the sleepless cities of this furiously advancing society.

This time of autumn, could not have been a weirder night for what was about to take place to one of the more important diplomats of this rough alliance.

Anna, Qweto, and their party were a bit crowded in the landing shuttle, but not truly uncomfortably so. The shuttles were made with room, it’s just this was a larger party than she’d originally thought, and that made her a little uncomfortable. What would her commander think? How would they broker this alliance when her world was still in turmoil? And she couldn’t help but wonder how the Tentlakan War was going on E’arta. It may not have been her birth home, but oddly, she had felt far more accepted on E’arta than E’tria. When the shuttle touched the ground, she disembarked, ambassadorial party in tow. “Now,” she said to the group, “we’re going to get a lot of strange looks, but do try to be on your best behavior.”
“Of course” Qweto responded. “Let’s get to this, then.” Anna could quite literally feel the anxiety and tension of the group. She kept her composure calm, even though she was just as nervous as the rest of them.
The group followed Anna as she made her way to Air Force headquarters. She had to report to her boss. It had been four years, after all. Then she had to get them all settled. They wouldn’t all fit at her parent’s house, so a hotel, perhaps. As she made her way on base, she heard a familiar voice. “Anna! It’s so good to see you again.” She looked up to see her flight partner,

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Mark Troy bounding towards them with a huge smile on his face. “We were all so worried about you! Do you have any idea how long you’ve been gone? We all thought you were dead or something! Who are these people with you?” He finally came to a stammering halt, as his eyes scanned the group, and paused, briefly, on Sergeant Cardwin Frenri. Then he said, “You gotta see the commander immediately. I’ll take you to him.” As Mark turned, Anna realized suddenly why she hadn’t fully trusted him as her partner the entire time they had worked together. While she could sense his emotions, it was fuzzy, almost blocked. Not to the extent that others had a natural block, but it was blocked enough that she couldn’t be positive about what she was feeling from him. Funny how knowing her ability told her so much more than she had figured out when she hadn’t known.

A small sensation of sadness was flooding the area they were in. Anna could sense this more than most as this feeling even gave a small tingle of warm electricity on her skin, under her uniform.
An unusual discharge of psionic energy? Who knows. This could even be due to the intense stress she has been going through.
Though a truly unexplainable feeling was present among the emotions of the people. She was almost even tempted to latch onto some sort of superstition.

They finally stood in front of her commander, who smiled, relieved, to see her. “Well, then, Anna, what do you have to report?”
Anna told him everything. The past four years, how she found Talmak, and why they were here now. She finished up with “I need to get these guys into a hotel or something. Though I’m pretty sure E’tria won’t take E’artin currency.”

A sound almost as if a metal coin fell on the ground, could be heard at the feet of Anna. but the conversation was continuing, nevertheless. If she was to look at her feet, indeed there was a polished gold coin laying just at her feet. Where could this have come from. Probably fell from someone’s pocket? She quickly bent over to pick it up, curious to further examine it.

“Well, lucky for you, I have your pay. So you can use that. Then, you can go visit your family and let them know you’re alright too.” Said her commander.
“Understood, and thank you, sir.” Anna responded, and she turned and got the party put up in a hotel. It was reasonably priced and willing to work with them, as they did not know how long they would need the rooms. Anna debated whether to take Qweto with her to meet her family, but decided against it, for now. Better to give them time to acclimate to E’tria. She went to pay for the first night of the hotel. She quickly checked her bank account. What the heck was ten thousand dollars doing in her account? That was more than she should have gotten in pay. She’d have to ask her boss about it. Or her parents. For now, she would pay for the night. “Qweto, I’m going to get you all to your rooms, then go see my parents. They deserve an in person notification that I’m ok.”
“Can I come?” Qweto asked.
“Yeah, if you want. I was thinking of having you come anyway. But didn’t want to make you since this is your first time on this planet.” Anna told him.
“We’ll be fine. I wanna meet your parents.” Qweto said.
“Alright, then. Let’s get everyone else up to their rooms.” Anna said. Qweto nodded, and they got the group to their rooms.
“Stay here until Anna and I return.” Qweto instructed the others, and they nodded.
Anna told them, “If you need to leave your rooms, make sure to take your keys with you. Don’t wanna be locked out. If you need food, let me know over the coms, and I’ll pick something up on the way back from my folk’s house. I don’t want to talk you through how to order food tonight.” She laughed. “We’re a bit low tech compared to you all, and I know it can be hard to adjust.” Nods went around, and Anna and Qweto left for Anna’s home.

A sudden sobbing sound of a seemingly elderly man, could be heard in the distance. Though it wasn’t too loud, almost covered by the environment. But to Anna this was something she unwillingly could notice.

Anna was silent and thinking, as she and Qweto went to her house. She was nervous. The two finally arrived, and Anna knocked. “Coming,” said the familiar voice of her mother. The door opened, and Anna was greeted by the shocked face of her mother. “Anna?”

“Hi, mom. I’m home.” Anna said.

Anna’s mom burst into tears, and hugged her, “We thought you were dead! Where have you been? Who is this?”

“Mom, please, calm down.” Anna gasped. “I’ll explain inside. Are dad and Daniel home?”

“They are. I’ll tell them. And we’ll all go into the living room.” Anna’s mom turned to Qweto. “My name’s Kate, by the way. Come on in, uh…”

“Qweto, ma’am.” Qweto introduced himself with a smile and a bow.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Kate said. “Again, come on in.”

With that, Anna and Qweto went into the her home. Tears were shed by her family, and she told them all about her adventures, and why she was back now. They expressed surprise, horror, and delight at appropriate moments. And things finally calmed down as Kate left to start dinner.

Anna sat down to watch TV, though it was actually closer to Holo than what had once been called television. Curious what had happened during her absence, she turned on the news.

The emotions were palpable, Anna could not relax as much as she would sorely need… thoughts were crossing her mind almost chaotically, if she was calm on the outside, her spirit surely was gasping for air. She shook her head, frowned with a heavy sigh, gave a sly smile at the Holo-Tv though she seriously didn’t feel like she was really home. A bit out of phaze with reality? Qweto was still talking to her parents at this time and Daniel, getting to better know them, she looked with weariness at her parents and Qweto knowing the diplomatic mess she was going to need to take part in the next day, and for the next few weeks… Bureaucracy is a bitch! If she could shout right now, she definitely would!
Turning on the Holo-TV she remembered Laura Palmer, another classmate… How in the world did she end up a reporter? She was a friggin cheerleader! And suffice to say they didn’t get along very well as she always pulled the superiority move on Anna because of her ears… nevertheless she tried to seriously ignore her mind-state right now as she tried to listen to the news.
As she was watching the news she kept rubbing her golden coin as questions were still running through her head about that mysterious 10.000 dollars on top of the pay she was given… she did forget to ask her parents about this, but this could wait, she really needed to ground herself again.

“We are here at the temple of the Erazmians tonight!” Laura Palmer was holding her raincoat hood as the rain was visibly bothering her while the loud worship songs were disturbing the neighbourhood in a display of rebelliousness against the pressure to shut down religious centers.”It seems they are almost revolting with the loud songs of praise to the mythological Goddess Erazma, a blight to our society’s development towards scientific enlightenment since we are all too familiar with the brutal bloodshed and crusaders that were carried all across the millennia in this monotheistic religion! The crusaders alone were dreadful, and they claim this is a Goddess of benevolent passion and creativity?...” Her anger and judgement towards what she and most of society, including Anna, thought were but mere scammers, social terrorists or mere idiots whose brains were yet from being developed enough, Her anger was visible, and she was right to do so according to the politics. Immediately a crazed worshipper came out of the church and began shouting at the camera “PRAISE BE TO PASSION AND CREATION! THE GODDESS SHALL JUDGE YOU ALL HERETICS!” The shock in Laura could be seen as she called for security immediately, because let’s face it… she came here with a full platoon of police in order to arrest all of these societal eccentrics. The fanatic began to punch at the camera as he tried to desperately resist the electric shocks police were throwing at him and some using psionics to forcibly throw him on the ground. “In other news…” The program shifted to the news office again where the famed Henry Mccoy was presenting the system wide news.

Anna huffed, irritated. How could these people be so foolish? Belief in gods was foolish. She could have understood when they were still figuring out how the world worked, but now it was just common knowledge that science was the answer. Qweto came and sat down next to her as the news went on. He didn’t say anything, though he gently took her hand, as though to calm her down a little. Though even Anna had to admit there were still things that hadn’t been solved by science. Like Psionic abilities. There was no scientific explanation for that.

After a few minutes of silence as different news played, Qweto asked, “Wanna talk about it?”

Anna glanced at him and he shrugged, “You’re practically emanating anger, Anna. You don’t have the best control over your projective empathy.”

“Fair…” Anna admitted. “The newscaster who told that story was one of the many kids who made my time in school hell. I hate her. But now that I know my own abilities...I have to admit I might have been partly at fault. I mean, projecting my own fear and anger into them can’t have helped much at all. But they all found me strange. They were afraid of me ‘cause I was strong. And with the ‘religious’ nonsense...I’m kinda embarrassed to be allowing E’arta to be seeing this side of E’tria. I mean, you’re far more advanced than we are…”

“Anna, all planets go through this as they develop. People who are taught to believe one thing all their lives find it so, so hard to believe anything else, even when the proof is right in front of them.” Qweto told her.

“Does that include your planet?” Anna asked, with a smile.

Qweto shrugged, “I would think so. A lot of our early history was lost. But I would suspect so. I mean, we’re looking for a way to explain how the world works. If it’s not science, it’s magic and religion. Worlds grow out of it at their own pace.”

Anna nodded, thoughtful. “So, you seem to be getting along well with my family.”

“Yeah, they’re great. Your mom seems of the Empathic persuasion as well.” Qweto said, with a small frown.

“No one in my family has ever been tested. But it wouldn’t surprise me. Mom says her dad always seemed to be good with emotions, and mom is too. I think it runs in the family.” Anna shrugged.

“It does, huh? How common is Empathy as an ability on E’tria?” Qweto asked.

“Not very. Telepathy and Telekinesis are far more common. I mean, there’s a test for Empathy. But I think other than my family there’s two people even suspected to have it to any degree.” Anna replied, and Qweto’s frown deepened. “What is it?” Anna asked, as she saw the frown, and sensed the shift in his emotions

“I’m not sure. It’s just weird. Empathy isn’t exactly common on E’arta either. And it tends to run in one specific line. I’m wondering about the chances that it runs mostly in your family too. That’s all.” Qweto was thoughtful as he spoke.
Something was off about the whole environment Qweto and Ana were in, right now… They were sharing knowledge and helping each other figure out some information, but they didn’t feel alone in the room, was the stress also affecting Qweto as well? The temperature felt cooler, it has been dropping for the last few minutes as Anna was watching the news and rubbing that ominous golden coin. A feeling of deep sadness and hopelessness flooded the room. Almost making both of them cry, but it passes as soon as it came. Suddenly an almost silent voice could be heard from the corner of the room whispering, bothe Anna and Qweto could hear it, though Anna was noticing it first because tonight’s weirdness seemed to have gotten to her.

“... i tried… i tried so hard… b… but… th… they wouldn’t… wouldn’t listen…” The whisper of an elderly man mixed a bit with the noise from the Holo-Tv as whatever that was, seemed to be weeping between the words.

Anna wondered what she was hearing. Maybe the stress of the situation was finally getting to her. “I’m gonna go to bed. Mom and dad will probably get the guest room ready for you. Maybe when the talks are over for the day, I can show you around my world a bit.” She smiled at Qweto.

Qweto smiled back. “Sounds good to me. I’d love to see more of your planet. And going to bed sounds like a good idea. We’ll need to be well rested for the coming talks.” Then as she started to walk away, he saw the coin in her hand. “Hey, what’s that? And where did you get it?”

“Found it when we spoke to my commander. I don’t remember seeing anything like it, so I thought I’d see if I could find a match at one of the museums in the area.”

“Actually...I know what it is. It’s an old E’artin coin. One of the last remaining pieces of history we still have before the War of Three. I mean, it’s ancient. Though...it’s weird. It looks brand new. I wonder why you found it here on your world…” Qweto told Anna.

“Good question. I have no idea. Though that would explain why I haven’t seen its like before.” Anna replied. “Maybe if you have any historians in your culture they might be able to tell us the significance.”

“Good idea. Night, Anna.” Qweto said.

“Night, Qweto.” And Anna left to go to her room.
 
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A turbulent night, for a timetraveler

Mark Troy breathed a sigh of relief as he arrived home. Though “home” was a strange concept, since he technically didn’t live here either. It had taken forever to get his paperwork in the right places, all things considered, much less insert himself into the airforce. They’d known when he’d been assigned that she wouldn’t fully trust him. Hadn’t the Queen Consort warned him of that herself? He still couldn’t believe he had been chosen for this assignment. Protecting someone like Anna Johnson was a task for the best of the best. Faith, for example, or one of the teachers. Not him, when it was only his second mission. But the Queen Consort had been insistent. It had to be him.

Mark felt relieved as he turned off the Hologuise keeping his slightly pointed ears hidden. He tapped a small com in his ear, hidden by its size, though he had one that looked like a wireless phone connector for less high tech periods of time, and said, “You read me boss?”

Tzzzk… tzzzzfffffrrrr… The device seemed to not be connecting to the future for whatever reason. The rain was intensifying, outside, as it slammed against the large windows of his apartment, some sort of hurricane? It wasn’t that time of year in this particular region… But that didn’t meant much as some hurricanes do form outside of the season, so not many worries there.

“What the?” Mark thought to himself. In all the time he’d been doing this, which admittedly hadn’t been that long, his equipment had never malfunctioned. He’d never heard anyone else mention malfunctions after the early days when it was all experimental. But it wasn’t experimental anymore, and it shouldn’t have been a problem. He had to talk to headquarters. After all, he’d seen his ancestor today, and he hadn’t expected that. And he was certain his ancestor had seen him as well. He’d have to try to avoid the man, but needed to let his boss know. And to give his boss the update. Anna was back on time. Nothing was going wrong...so far...except that he couldn’t seem to connect to headquarters. Could the storm have something to do with it? Could it be a Time Storm? A theoretical possibility, but unlikely. Especially as long as he avoided his ancestor as long as possible. Time storms were theoretical. They’d never actually seen or experienced one, but it went along with time paradox theories. He couldn’t avoid the sergeant forever. But he had to try for a while longer. Partly because he would not be able to lie to him. And well...the grandfather paradox was one of those wonderful theories he didn’t want to find out was actually true. Maybe...He tried the com again. “Boss, you there?” If it didn’t work, he would try his link with the Queen Consort. Though he didn’t want to have to.

As Mark tried activating the comms again, the temperature dropped in his bedroom suddenly, something he couldn’t help but notice... He was immediately startled to see the hologram of a red dressed woman instead of his old boss Jacobs Daunt. But this flick didn’t last long as surely enough Jacobs was there picking up the call. “Mark! You okay? What’s been going on? How are you getting on in there?” Jacobs spoke worried a bit after a longer than usual sign-in.

In the background, that weird elderly voice which was just speaking to Anna in her room began to whisper from the door of his bedroom. “... ah… h… an anomaly… wha.. Whaaat are you doing to ussss…” The whispers were heard echoing amid the voice of Jacobs. But if that wasn’t enough a coin suddenly dropped at the feet of Mark, it was just the same type as Anna’s an E’Artin coin that seemed completely new, made of pure gold. Then the voice added as Jacobs also finished speaking “... the world… wi… will chaaaange…” The ominous whisper faded and the temperature rose again. Mark wasn’t as affected by too much distractions so he could hear both the times the voice spoke and when the coin clinged on the ground.

“Yo, boss!” Mark said, glad to have gotten through, finally. He knelt down and looked at the coin. What was that doing here? It didn’t belong here on this planet. Ever. It was E’artin in design. And not many people knew about E’artin history. “We have a problem. May be experiencing a time storm. Certainly starting to experience strange things over here. Oh, and my ancestor is among the alliance party Anna brought with her, so that’s fun. I’d say we should end this early, but who knows how that changes time if I don’t stay until her wedding. That’s how long she said I was there...But why didn’t she tell me my ancestor would be here? Oh! Look at this!” *he held up the coin he’d found on the floor. “It’s not from this world. It’s from E’arta. No reason it should be here at all. It just kinda...fell at my feet. Looks awfully new for an ancient coin.” As he showed it to his boss he definitely looked worried, what if the universe was being altered by some paradoxes?

“So… that is worrying… WHO WAS THE GENIUS THAT DIDN’T SURVEYED THE TIMEFRAME OF MARK’S MISSION!?” Jacobs turned around to be heard shouting furiously at everyone in the facility. As Jacobs finished, he stopped himself a little with his fists covering his mouth in a thinking position as he was looking at the coin in the hand of Mark. “I certainly don’t know what to tell you man... “ Jacobs looked regretful as he expressed friendship. “Send me a scan of that coin, maybe we can figure out what it is and if it has anything to do with potential temporal displacement and cosmic alteration… did you experience anything else that might make you think it is a time storm? You know those books about it… uh..” He hesitated at the thought.

“I know they’re highly theoretical and not especially good. Never ends well. I don’t like this storm on my end. It’s not the right time of year for a hurricane, though that doesn’t really mean much, I’ll admit.” Mark hesitates, then explains about the woman he briefly saw and the elderly voice, including ‘time will change’ line. Then, he said thoughtfully, “Maybe I should contact the Queen Consort after all. Or the King. They might know what’s going on. I mean...it’s her timeline after all…I don’t think she’d have requested me if she thought it would alter the timeline either…”

“So you actually saw a different future?” he gulped with worry “Yes I think you should probably contact the Queen Consort... scan that coin, i can confirm on our end and report back, i will… i will have a paradox stabilizer sent to you straight away, just in case… do not activate this as they can act as literal time bombs… they were never meant to be used, but the Demon corps have managed to steal the blueprints from us… and instead of fixing time or stabilizing a paradox, if used without concrete evidence that the timeline is threatened, you may just trigger one of those storms yourself... Yes and don’t worry about the demon corps as you tend to do! We have some agents trying to recover the blueprints before they manage to turn that into a weapon.” Jacobs said as he ended the comms leaving a note to contact the queen consort and to expect a Paradox stabilizer after sending the scans of the coin. He was free to go to sleep, for now… if he could even sleep anymore...

As soon as they hung up, Mark sent a scan of the coin to Jacobs Daunt, then he buzzed through to Queen Consort Anna Sarnobi, the woman who had explicitly asked him to be the guard of Anna Johnson, the only reason he’d been selected. Again, as he opened the comms, he immediately saw for a flash the face of Jacobs instead of Anna Sarnobi… and when he thought for a second that woman in red standing as his boss was Anna Sarnobi… “Yes Maximilian!...” This version of Jacobs was an E’artin which startled Mark even further. But again the image buzzed back to Anna Sarnobi leaving him confused and with his jaw dropped for a moment. And Maximilian? Who was Maximilian? Was HIS existence threatened, Mark began to think...

The woman on the screen had green eyes and the auburn hair of the royal family. She smiled as she saw him. “Mark! How’s the mission going?”

“Well, your majesty, it’s...getting strange.” As he described the happenings, he saw her smile form into a frown. She put her hand up to her chin in a thoughtful gesture. “No, I was aware Frenri was coming. Though...I remember he pulled you aside soon after you greeted us. I think he knew something was up with you.”

“Yeah, that didn’t happen. I’ve been trying to avoid him.” Mark told her.

“Then that’s got to be part of the problem. I’ll talk to Frenri on my end to see what you two talked about, but you do need to talk to him. He pulled you aside. It was weird. The rest...that’s odd. But I don’t know if that’s because of the fact that things aren’t happening in quite the same order or if something else is going on...Hm...I’ll have to get back to you. Stay alert. If things look like getting too bad, go to my past self and don’t leave her side. It’s not the way things are supposed to go, but clearly something is going wrong here. If worst comes to worst, make your best judgement on whether you need to come home or not.”

“Got it...Hey, Anna?” Mark said

“Yes, Mark?” Anna asked. She had started to turn away, and her Firebird mark, on her upper left shoulder, showing through the sleeve of her dress, but she turned back to face him.

“Why did you pick me? I mean, this is only my second mission. And you knew my ancestor was gonna be here. So, why me?” Mark asked.

“Because you were my partner, Mark. All my memories have you as my partner in the Air Force. It couldn’t be anyone else, if we wanted to keep the timeline consistent. Besides, as I recall, you did a great job.” Anna said, then she cut the call, leaving Mark alone in his thoughts.

Immediately his comms bliped and the results of the scans came back with Jacobs signature “The coin seems to be forged by the skillful hands of an actual E’artin treasurer… I shudder to think how this has happened… i did… and remade, the tests myself. I couldn’t trust those nutcases but once I saw it with my own eyes I had the tools sent to an engineer for repairs. The coin has NO TEMPORAL MARKERS ON IT OF ANY KIND! It is as if it never really existed! Apologies if this message burdens you further but whatever is happening, a time storm… at least for what we know of them, does not seem to be necessarily the cause. But be prepared for anything. You need to rest. Be ready to receive the paradox stabilizer, i’m sending you one just in case… Jacobs out.” The message ended leaving Mark to himself again as a sudden boom of energy spawned a paradox stabilizer next to his bed, a fist sized metallic sphere with neon glowing lights all over giving off odd vibrations as held in the hand of a temporally displaced being, such as Mark being in the past and reacting with the device.
Mark took the device, quickly, though cautiously. Then, he quickly keyed in a reply. “Talked to Queen Consort Sarnobi, she says that a lot of what’s going on didn’t happen to the best of her memory. But she also says I spoke with my ancestor. She’s going to talk to him to see what about, so I know what I can and can’t say. Sounds like if I don’t talk to him, that will be bad. So, need to fix that tomorrow. Or let him talk to me or whatever. I’ll update you tomorrow and keep in contact daily until this is figured out. Mark out.” Then he sat in bed. He knew he needed sleep, but his mind was racing with thoughts. So many thoughts and plans. Finally he fell into a restless sleep.

As he shut his eyes, immediately he seemed to find himself back home in his time. As he saw himself there he was eerily aware that he’s sleeping. Not a fun feeling at all. He couldn’t wake up either. Could this day get any worse? He thought to himself. Suddenly, his home disappeared, leaving him in a void… there was no world… not even space was visible anymore, he was simply floating in an empty space filled with clouds.
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He was paralysed, floating aimlessly in some sort of limbo space.

It’s as if he didn’t even exist, if that can even be felt. He could only hear the strange elderly whisper again as he was drifting in this pale orange mist. “This will not only be… yoooour… destiny alone… prepare yourself, protect Anna, or the Universe WILL change, the delegations are not s… sa.. saaafe!” The voice stuttered and faded leaving him drifting for a bit longer as he saw this same space beginning to be filled with countless trillions upon trillions of souls from all kinds of living creatures, it seemed as though, potentially the entire universe was replacing the currently living souls and dumping them… ‘the ones that shouldn’t exist’ in this limbo space... He only had this sense given to him. Immediately he woke up, and it was morning, sunny and cheerful. But he didn’t felt very well rested. This dream… or whatever it was certainly didn’t go well with him.

Mark had heard of visionic dreams before. A few of the stronger limited precognition holders reported having such dreams. Though those tended to be few and far between. And when it was the case, that person rarely had a limited precognition that warned of danger as a feeling, like most people did. It seemed to be exclusive to the E’trian race, though no one knew why. If he was going to be close to Anna without being on the Air Force base, he would have to talk to Cardwin Frenri, and soon. As he thought through his options, he got a buzz on his com. It was from Queen Consort Anna Sarnobi. It read, “Spoke with Sergeant Frenri. He says he pulled you aside because something about you seemed familiar. You tried to lie about knowing him, and he called you out. Then you two spoke of the future to come. He says that conversation was part of the reason the Angel Corps and school came to be. But he also says you were really reluctant because you didn’t want to screw over the future. So be cautious, but be fast. We’ll be going to meet the leaders of the world tomorrow, fairly early. Make sure you are there. Good luck, Mark. I believe in you. Queen Consort Anna Sarnobi.”

Great, so someone believed in him. He hurried to get ready, his outfit shifting to something more casual than the “Air Force” uniform he usually wore. Nanotech was so helpful like that. It was also a sure fire way to not get shot anytime soon. He’d never worn it as the sky blue Navy uniform. As usual, he made sure his universal translator was on, and only so that it translated to him, not translated what he said to those around him. Then he turned on the hologuise, making his ears appear rounded. It was unnatural. And it felt so weird to hide them, but he didn’t have time. He hurried to meet the group, before the meeting with the world leaders. And he couldn’t afford to let his guard slip.
 
Anna, interstellar traveler and Qweto, Crown Prince of E’arta

Anna woke up almost reluctantly. It had felt so nice and yet...so strange...sleeping in her own bed. It was something she hadn’t done except when visiting family. The strange dream last night hadn’t helped at all. She frowned, thoughtful, then shrugged. She picked up her pulser and placed it at her side. She’d have to discuss with Qweto the dream. He’d likely know what was going on. After all, E’artins had been fully psionic for a very long time and knew most, if not all the existing abilities, even those that E’trians had yet to discover. She debated what to do with her uniform that day. She decided to leave it as is, since they were probably going to alliance talks first. She could change it to something nicer, or more common, when she and Qweto went to a few of the surrounding museums. Satisfied, and smelling breakfast, she went downstairs.

Qweto was already downstairs, his uniform changed from sky blue to a more royal purple, and something more expected of a crown prince. Anna’s mom was busily making food and serving plates. “You didn’t have to make breakfast, mom.” Anna said, but she was smiling.

“Of course I did, sweetie. You’re brother’s off visiting Kari, but he wishes you luck. And you all have enough on your plates without having to worry about what to make to eat.” Kate told Anna.

“Good to hear Daniel and Kari are still together. I swear, between you, dad, Daniel, Kari, and myself, we are a very starstruck family.” She could see Qweto trying to not laugh at the banter.

“Your mom is amazing. Actually, your entire family is incredible.” Qweto told her.

“I’m aware, Qweto.” Anna said. “Though I’m glad you’re getting along so well.”

“He’s been catching us up. You didn’t tell us you two were dating.” Kate said as Anna’s dad came and joined them.

“I’d just gotten home. I wanted a bit of time to decompress before we got into who I might be dating.” Anna said, primly.

“I suppose that’s fair.” Kate admitted.

Anna finally finished and saw Qweto was finished too. “Thanks, mom. We have to go. But we’ll be back tonight.”

“Alright, dear. Good luck to the both of you.” Kate told her.

As they left, Anna quickly checked her bank account again. It was the same as it had been last night. $10,000 more than she should have had in her account. Baffled, she showed it to Qweto and then turned to her parents and showed them, explaining why it was so strange.

“Maybe they gave you a bonus,” Kate suggested.

“Possibly, but I think my commander would have mentioned it.” Anna replied, sounding thoughtful. “Thing is, I saw the excess after I found the coin Qweto’s brought up as an old E’artin coin.”

“That is strange, I’ll admit. But then again, you’re probably used to strange by now.” Kate teased gently.

“Not strange like this.” Anna said. “But you have a point. And we do need to get going. I’ll ask my commander about it when I see him. It will at least confirm or negate one option if I ask.”

As Anna and Qweto were going out the door of the house of Anna’s Parents, Malcolm Hughes came jogging gently and calmly towards her and Qweto. Malcolm… if anyone can understand this, he is the closest thing to a big brother to Anna and he’s pure E’Trian.

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This was so strange even to her, as they met in early highschool years of Anna. It was an early depressing morning, as she totally hated her classmates because of their unfair treatment. She was almost reluctant to go to school that day, but she did anyway, and when she came to class, a bit late, mind you, which is totally understandable if one were to put themselves in her position, the teacher was introducing a new classmate.
He was transferred there as his family moved to town recently. But the minute she looked with anger at the class and a bit of soggy curiosity towards him, though expecting another teenager to mock and ridicule her, he, curiously enough just smiled in a weird and peaceful way towards her, while the rest of the class was already throwing paper balls at Anna, and calling her names.
She almost wanted to cry and exit the class but Malcom just grabbed her, dragged her back in the class, took one of those papers and slammed it straight in the face of Laura Palmer, who was the cheerleader of the school. Everyone was immediately silenced and the teacher even laughed at that entitled teen.
He calmed her down and asked her to sit by him for the rest of the day.
It would turn out that all the highschool years were made that much easier because of him, but due to his choice of friendship he would also be hated by the school.
Which was even more surprising how he could not care even one bit. He was even looking at everyone else in that school like one looks at a bunch of frightened animals, which made some bullies envy him.
In the end, it was known that no one could really mess with him without sorely losing a fight or being humiliated in public if they deserved it, which most did.
At one point, Malcolm even began to like Anna a bit more than ‘just a friend’ and that chemistry was shared by Anna but because of her lack of confidence, the relationship of friends never changed.
Again, Malcolm pulled another surprise from his hat, as he wasn’t hurt by the rejection but rather took it to heart and understood the situation and kept the friendship. Only he knew how much Anna needed a real friend at this point.
Malcolm’s family is filthy rich, they are famous CEOs of various corporations and industries, but always keep to themselves and don’t seem to want the attention of the public at all. With one too many secrets.
Malcolm never liked the Hughes family… he rather spend the time with his uncle who was also a CEO of an architectural company, but kept travelling the world every few years, moving from place to place, which is why he wasn’t a local at that school.
Malcolm moved away after 7 years, enough time to give Anna the joys of E’Trian friendships that she needed. When they parted ways it wasn’t easy for Anna, and neither was it for Malcom, as they reached a point of friendship that was more akin to a brother and sister.
To be honest, these 7 years were the longest Malcom ever spent in one place, which he was sorely grateful for.
In the end, Malcolm got married while he was away, and kept a close relationship via internet with Anna and via phone conversations and the likes. Only to be met with another separation, the 4 years of total absence from Anna’s part. She went full spaceborn in his opinion.
As soon as he heard she returned to E’Tria he had to come and visit, he was also concerned for her life just like her family.
He came with his wife and paid an expensive hotel room while they were here in visit.

“Anna! Oh my god! ANNA!” He shouted from across the street, making the neighbourhood turn their eyes towards him “I can’t believe my eyes! You are home!” He said as he rushed to hug her to the surprise of Qweto.

“Malcolm? What are you doing here?” Anna asked. She returned his surprise hug. She wasn’t unhappy to see him. She was surprised. How long had it been since she’d seen him. She knew she hadn’t contacted him for the four years she’d been off planet. Maybe that was why he was in town?

“Anna, who is this?” Qweto asked. One of the few people who didn’t call her Commander Anna, or Commander Johnson consistently.

“Oh! Qweto, this is my old high school friend, Malcolm Hughes. Malcolm, meet Qweto Sarnobi.” Anna introduced them.

“Oh… Apologies for losing my composure, Anna, I know I am usually the mysterious and peaceful type which even annoyed you sometimes…” He said with a gentle chuckle as he straightened himself “Qweto Sarnobi? An E’Artin… Sarnobi.. Is he the prince?! Anna?! You are getting relationships in all the high places as of late… nevermind that you are not DEAD…” He lost his calm for a bit as he remembered her absence while he seemed to bow in respect to the prince. A strange sight to recognise and appreciate alien cultures the way he did, as most E’Trians are suspicious and wary about aliens…

“One, how did you know what Qweto is? Like species and such? We just landed yesterday. Also, he’s technically Crown Prince Qweto Sarnobi, only heir to the E’artin throne. But, yes, I’m not dead. Yet anyway.” Anna tilted her head, curiously, Malcolm’s emotions were fluctuating, which was understandable. He was excited and curious and still somewhat worried and devastated.

“No need for formality, though I would also like to know how you know my species and rank.” Qweto stated.

Malcolm opened his eyes wide realising he just revealed knowledge he wasn’t supposed to have, what was going on with him, he wasn’t supposed to act like this, let alone reveal his secrets like that, but he was just ever so emotional about encountering Anna after all this time, his ‘little sister’ as he liked to call her. “Heh… uh…” He stuttered for a moment “Well… long story… you know my family Anna? And I had a few encounters with…” He trailed off realising he couldn’t talk about supernatural elements, because let’s face it, society today seriously didn’t like any kinds of people that claimed to use magic, let alone that such a thing actually existed.
Which was one of the many reasons why Anna never could really read him or if she did, he planted false emotions and information in the way of her psionics in order to protect her, fully understanding she was not capable of understanding such things.

Now that was interesting. He was uneasy. He was trying to not lie to her. Empaths were almost as good as those with Silvernium Frequency at detecting lies. For them, it was sensing the emotions that went against the lie, not sensing the lie himself. Now that she could control her own Empathic nature, she sensed something else, something she couldn’t explain. It was like he was trying to control his emotions. Or perhaps that he was trying to make sure she only saw the emotions he wanted her to see. “What are you hiding, Malcolm? You can tell me anything. I won’t judge. You were there for me when I needed someone.”
“I know little sis… and i will be with you till the end, if it means my life… i… eh... “ He stood in a meditative position, he scanned Qweto, for a bit his eyes seemed to glimmer with a blueish shine, and then he quickly nodded in respect as if he communicated with something, but this was completely blocked by Malcom yet again.

“OK, Malcolm, take a deep breath. Whatever you’re doing to your emotions, stop it if you can. And then, once you have a bit better control, explain. We can walk while we talk. Since Qweto and I have a place we need to be. But your emotions are a whirlwind.” Anna said.

Qweto watched what was going on, wondering at everything. He wasn’t an Empath like Anna. He was a Telepath. He had to take Anna’s word that something was going on. “What was that blue in your eyes? I’ve never seen it’s like.”

As they spoke, Talmak spoke to Anna telepathically, “Commander, whoever you are speaking with emanates a strange energy I’ve never sensed before. It feels similar to psionic energy. But...slightly off, I believe. Or perhaps stronger than anything I have felt before. I am trying to calculate how strong, but I cannot seem to find where the power ends. I will let you know when I have more of an update.

Anna nodded without thinking about it, sending an acknowledgement to Talmak. She had to be careful, to a point. She was currently the only one who could hear Talmak. She didn’t have her com on. That was probably for the best, at the moment. She watched Malcolm, trying to figure out what was going on with him. “Talk to me. Please.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you sis… I REALLY wanted to tell you from the beginning… how do you think I could resist your waves of anger, fear and sadness that you kept flooding the minds of our classmates with every day? I’m still surprised you never asked, but it was for the best… I knew you were unwillingly trying to scan me in the past, but…” As he said that he grabbed anna and Qweto and as he did that anna quickly commented "I'm an Empath, not a mind reader, Malcolm'' as she said that, Malcom looked at her with disbelief and slight annoyance in his face as he walked with them, inconspicuously, to a hidden spot between some houses as he didn’t want everyone around to hear him then he continued “There are some things in the universe that… that work in ways our current science and understanding cannot explain… My hesitation to tell you and Qweto about this now, is due to some factors in the fabric of time and space that can be impacted by your lack of readiness… that’s why I’m so hesitant, there’s a bigger picture to all of this and I know it sounds friggin religious and you hate such claims but it’s genuinely the best I can say right now… I'm sorry Anna… And Qweto… I can’t tell you either, but seriously I would have loved it if you wouldn’t have noticed either… I will reveal everything in due time, I promise or take me as a prisoner if you don’t want to trust me... “ Malcolm rambled in a quiet tone to avoid attracting the attention of the public.

Anna couldn’t help her raised eyebrow. Religion? She’d never pegged Malcolm for a believer. To be honest, though, she’d never wondered at why she couldn’t affect his emotions but could still read them. Then again, back then, “I didn’t know back then that I was an Empath, Malcolm. Still...you were the only one outside of my family that I could read, but who didn’t hate me. I never understood why. Once I knew my own abilities, I just figured you had an incomplete natural block. Some do, though not one that doesn’t allow me to manipulate their emotions, but still allows me to read their emotions. I can either partly read and manipulate, completely read and manipulate, or not read and manipulate. The two abilities, when they both arise in someone, seem to go hand in hand as it’s been explained to me. I...I trust you. But you have to explain everything, or I’ll never forgive you.” She tried to smile jokingly, but what he’d said had disturbed her. Now she had even more than the strange happenings to think about.

Malcom could read everything about Anna and Qweto and fully understood their positions, his heart was aching that he couldn’t share this with them yet, but it was for the best, certain events had to take place in the right order, as best as this can be understood, before he could reveal anything else. He also noticed the golden coin in Anna’s pocket, as to how he saw that is yet another enigma, but looking down at her pocket he smiled with confidence “You will soon understand… and i never lied to you, i only did strictly what was necessary, but i always did what i said, remember? Never once have i said something i didn’t do even if i had to spend a full night calming you down sometimes, i said i will be there to help you out whenever you needed, and you DID test me, still can’t count how many nights i had to give you my shoulder for you to cry on…” He ended affectionately

After a second, he added “About how i know about your species, Qweto, all i can say is that i knew this doctor once… he revealed a few things to me… but that’s about it… and no, i can’t tell you about him either… sorry...” He ended with a wry smile as they began walking again not to delay them from reaching their destination.

“Some doctor?” Qweto was curious. How would a random doctor know anything. It was...interesting.

Anna sighed in frustration, not only was Talmak baffled, something he rarely was, but her best friend was telling her nothing. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to pull it out of him either. They had to get to the meeting. “Come on, Qweto, we need to go.” She grabbed his hand, something she had never done with anyone other than family on this planet, as she’d been a mostly lonely and introverted child, except for Malcolm and her family. And part of her had been too scared to lose Malcolm to do anything so familiar.

“Coming, Commander!” Qweto said, partly teasingly.

“Catch you later, kids” Malcom teased Anna’s frustration as he chuckled at her reaction “Sophia and i want to accompany you at the delegations anyway, and then… a dinner for good old times sake” At this he turned and began to worry as he walked to his hoverbike, he couldn’t help but think of what strategy to apply for what was going to happen tonight, something was off, he was visited by a spirit before Anna’s arrival, the same spirit that created those coins, and tried to communicate with Anna and Qweto but upon failing visited Mark. Malcolm knew too well, tonight was going to be tense. But to his frustration he couldn’t reveal this to Anna either. He only hoped their relationship wasn’t too damaged because of these unexpected events.


“Um, OK, Malcolm. Come along. And I can try to catch you up on how the past four years have been for me.” Anna said. “And I can’t wait to really meet Sophia. She sounded lovely when we talked about her. I’m so glad you found her.”

“Yes she also wants to meet you! She’s the best thing that happened to me! Anyway i gotta go take care of some business issues and get ready, I will catch you up later.” He said as he waved at them and climbed back on his hoverbike to fly off.

Anna waved as Malcolm left, then after he was gone, immediately tapped into her com. “OK, Talmak, what were you saying and do you have anything new to tell me?”

“I am afraid not, Commander.” The cool male voice could be heard by her and Qweto, as she’d intended. “I only know that what I sensed was similar to a psionic ability. But twisted, or warped. Or just...not exact. It’s stronger than anything I’ve sensed before too, and I am normally good with skill levels. I will continue to scan my data and update you as soon as I have anything at all.”

“Received. Thanks, Talmak.” Anna replied.

“Naturally, commander.” Talmak sounded pleased.

“I’ll leave the com on for now. Just use it and I can explain later. For now, we really do need to meet with the delegation and go to that meeting.” Anna said. And she and Qweto went to the hotel to meet with the others.
 
Time traveler and bodyguard, and Talmak’s Dilemma

Mark Troy was nervous. He hated that he had to talk to his ancestor. Really, it should have happened yesterday. But it hadn’t and he didn’t know exactly why. Cardwin Frenri was an extremely stubborn individual. If he’d wanted that meeting to happen yesterday, it would have happened as it should have, whatever Mark had tried to do. But it hadn’t. So what was going on? It was so strange. He had to protect Anna at all costs. Yes, he vanished after she was married. But if this mission now changed, where to cost his life, he could accept that. She was too important to history to allow to die. He knew he was dangerously lost in his thoughts. His left hand strayed to the pulser hidden in his uniform, where it wouldn’t be seen. His gun, the one he’d received as a part of the Air Force, was on his right side. He raced to the meeting place.

Back at the Hotel Evarax, one of the 5 star hotels at the centre of the city, Malcolm returned to his room, and sat on the edge of the bed. He sighed with heaviness as Sophia approached and stroked him on the head, then kissed him “How are you feeling? What happened today beloved?” She asked gently as she crouched to look him in his eyes. “Oofffff… nothing Sophy… well everything actually… I thank the Goddess that she brought you into my life, at least you are like me and my family. Can you believe just how far everyone strayed from the true hope?” He said as he began to reveal his true way of thinking, because only his family and his wife understood these things the right way, because not even the religions of the world recognised the truth of what the holy scriptures were trying to reveal and made a mess out of everything in his eyes. “Praise be her love... “ Sophia returned the language “What do you want me to do about Talmak if you mind me asking?” She surprised Malcolm “What? You were watching me all this time… ahahahha! But of course you would, i love you sweetheart… what… ah you mean that alien spaceship Anna was talking to? Maybe just try and communicate with him and ask him to lay off his research, it isn’t safe for his computing systems, there simply are no algorithms to define… well… magic… for the lacks of a better definition” He chuckled.

Sophia kissed him once again, then went to the private jacuzzi of the room, undressed in her swimsuit, and relaxed in the bubbling waters as she entered in a seeming trance state.

“Talmak, oh great being of the stars, hear my gentle voice and be not afraid” a resounding feminine voice echoed through the halls of Talmak.

Talmak felt confusion as the voice came through. It wasn’t Anna’s. It wasn’t through the com link Anna wore. So it had to be telepathic. But he hadn’t been able to link telepathically to anyone other than his commander in years. Not since...well, he didn’t like to think about the past if he didn’t have to anymore. Though he knew one day he would have to tell them everything. “Who is speaking to me? And how?”

“This is Sophia Hughes the wife of Malcolm and daughter of Erazma, one of the few E’Trians who can still channel these primal forces. I have come to plead with you for your own safety and sanity… PLEASE do not continue to analyse the powers Malcom used or for that matter those that I'm using, very few in this universe can understand them and there are no mathematics or any algorithm not even in your bright mind that can bring logic to them.” She said as she tried to best explain to him what he was dealing with, concerned for his genuine stability should he end up in some logical paradoxes and cause severe neural damage as a result.

Talmak thought through her request. It was true, in all his time alive, he had never experienced power like this. And he’d experienced quite a bit of power in his time. “Perhaps not.” He admitted somewhat cheerfully, “Though I do enjoy a challenge. Still...perhaps. Though again...I can only connect to my commander. I have to wonder how you are speaking to me. If you are E’trian, then you can’t have a com to do so either.” He considered it again. Thinking, carefully, and logging the conversation. He knew this was important. “Is there anything more you can tell me?”

“How many civilizations have you scanned through your long life dear brother of the universe?” Sophia revealed sibling-like affection to Talmak, though how this can even be felt for a total alien and mysterious being, can only be understood through the writings of the mystics.

“So you know of me, more than just that I exist. It’s not like there are that many civilizations. There weren’t that many even when I was young. But I’ve scanned enough to know how the world, the universe, I suppose, should work. I know how I work as I am. This is beyond my understanding. How you could even know of my presence when the Commander hasn’t spoken of me to anyone yet, I know not.” Talmak replied. He was curious, but speaking of when he was young did hurt. It had been long ago, and in many ways, before the war that had destroyed his kind.

“I can sense your pain, and my heart is for your plea, but to resolve your most recent question, think of all the sacred and mystical writings of each of them, and even those that were discarded as mere errors of logic during their societal development. The best I can tell you, for now, is that they are ALL true, for exactly what they are, but very few knew how to understand them correctly, and apply them right which is why the people who tried to believe in them failed at representing what they were trying to reveal. And eventually most people simply turn away from them, but there are those exceptions like me, Malcolm and his family, and others, who keep to ourselves, and wait patiently in the dark, until the right moment is revealed that we might teach those in need.” She explained with passion and joy that she sensed true curiosity, but also felt his deep pain, and in doing so she filled his core with a sense of hope and peace to soothe that trauma of the past.

“I knew that some of E’trian myth was true. I looked into the logs of the E’artin crew that crashed here. They became gods to the people, who didn’t have the knowledge to understand what was going on.” Another pang of pain. He had dearly cared for Crown Princess Sanua Kadina, who had died at the very young age of 163. Killed by the man she had loved. A few of the survivors had filled him in when he woke. But they couldn’t leave without Sanua, or someone similar to her in power. That person hadn’t come until Anna Johnson. And by that time, all of the E’artins who had crashed had long since passed.

“I will be available for future conversations should you need, but my energy is running low, I never projected my consciousness this far out, well… that is not in this life… for what is worth. But yes, some other life that is more advanced is definitely the reason why primitive folk become wanderers, it is meant to be so… For if these types of ‘incidents’ were not to happen, curiosity and the need to ask the questions of the beyond may not be sparked. All I can ask, for now, is that you don’t reveal this conversation to Anna, not yet, you are aware of time fabrics and constructs, surely you must have experienced wormholes and such anomalies that lead to different locations in the history of the universe? And the logic of time is sound everywhere you look. The fabric of time is at risk if Anna Knows too much before the right time comes… I bid you farewell for now, I need to rest... “ As Sophia said that she immediately woke back up in the Jacuzzi with a bit of a nose bleed. She wiped it, and continued to bathe for a little while longer.

Shortly before he lost contact with the presence, he said “I can promise to not say anything for now. But I cannot keep it a secret forever. Not only because Anna is very intelligent, whatever she would have you believe, but because I value our relationship, which is built on trust.” It was mostly true. There were things he hadn’t told anyone yet. But he was worried how they would take it. The truth of what he was. That said, Anna was clever. She would realize something was up eventually. “I also will keep it secret for now, because I do not wish to distract her from her current mission. It is too important to the survival of a species to allow her to be distracted and possibly fail. “ Then the contact was gone. And Talmak was left to ponder all he had been told. And that which he had not been, and what it all could possibly mean.
 
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