Tuesday, 22 August 2017

A Journey through the Stars

Preamble to the “Erendar Chronicles” by Magister Llurien.



Here I have endeavored to assemble all accounts concerning the outworld adventures of Irindai forebears’ that are known to us

Their chronicles go back many millennia, and the ancient scripts are surprisingly well-preserved and detailed, but the matters they relate are of highly sophisticated nature, challenging even for dedicated scholars such as myself.
This preamble merely seeks to familiarize the reader with the relevant facts of history, so it omits the mystifying details of ancient outworld life.

 >>> Part I <<<


Our tale begins on Alarchion, a world that is later referred to as the ‘machine world’, a place where technology became so advanced that man had but to think and the automata surrounding him would do his bidding.
For some, however, such advancement was a thing of dubious value - many have begun to question the purpose of it, and whether it did not make them less in what concerns their spirit.
Soon, the thoughts of existence’s meaninglessness started to haunt them without mercy.
It is also said that these ideas were given further traction by the ‘whispers from the void’, which, I believe, refers to the insidious influence of Sanguinos, the lord of the Crimson Moon.

Meanwhile, among the more practical and optimistic (if also materialistic, one could add) people of Akalachri, great progress was being made, and hopes were rising high.
An expedition was outfitted to look beyond the confines of the ‘machine world’, orders of Mechanicum and Aetherium working together to create a small fleet of vessels that could navigate the ‘strands of Aether’.
The matter was complicated however, and as the world’s channel was opened for the pioneers’ vessels to go through, the spirit of the ‘whisperer’ entered.

Those Akalachrei who already felt resentful towards the machine-driven life became incensed and began a crusade of destruction on all that they had built over centuries. 

By then, however, the machines were more than mere servants, and the rampant violence eventually led to the creation of a new kind among them, one that was independent of their original creators and knew to defend itself.

Despite initial disadvantage of numbers and initiative, it appears that these conscious machines quickly matched and outmatched the destructive fury of their erstwhile masters.

Whether out of some strange notion of mercy or a calculation we cannot fathom, they reopened the gate to let the humans escape the war they had started.

Embittered with defeat and humiliation, they were ripe for the taking by Sanguinos’ power. Thus they became the Legion of the Damned,
and learned the arts of wars and destruction which, had they possessed them, may have let them prevail over Akalarchi’s new masters.

It is remarkable - this evidence that Ardai and Iraendai trace their origins to the same world, and indeed the same nation, is astonishing, for today none would dare suggest such a notion, for the two are nothing if not opposites.

While the future servants of the Archangel went on crusades of fire and sword, using their Lord’s mastery over the Warp Strands, the pioneer ships continued on their way through the Strands of Aether.
Their journey took them through the Inner World of Meteora, known as the Tempest Moon, where the very laws of nature were strange and unstable.
Its lord, the Changing God met them with certain hospitality at first, raptured at having finally found a worthwhile breed of mortals who knew how to ‘play with nature’. 

Eager to bend the raw fury of the elements to practical purpose, they installed the machines they had brought with them
But the power of the Changing God relied on the very force that the newcomers sought to tame, as once he realized that, his fondness for them grew less, until at last he bid them leave.
He did however point them in a direction of his favorite world, secretly hoping, they later surmised, that it would prove too hard a nut to crack.

This is how they reached the world called Tormenta – a place of unending tempests and sporadic cataclysms…


>>> End of part I <<<

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