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Hellasreich wrote:(Not atm. Like in the books and movies the orcs went crazy without their master and are either dead or underground though there is cultists but they're not going to reveal themselves go others)

(Im just going to focus on one since its simple)
Outside Minas Tirith 100 Gondorian soldiers rush out of the walls with 50 horsemen, with them is Count Reviion, a commander of Gondor. Reviion luckily for the pilots is merciful.
"Reveal yourselves immediately or I Will be forced to attack!"

The small crew of a single diplomat, scientist, pilot followed by their robot servants emerge with their hands in the air showing no sign of wanting to cause harm or upset. The first to exit, a plump diplomat of stout height and slumped posture dressed in a well-fitting but clearly ripped suit. His face was covered in what seemed to be some kind of mechanical mask with yellow glowing eyes with a solid cylinder going down into his chest with the suit clearly being tailored to incorporate the asset. Pale white and peeling skin is revealed along the few parts of his body that aren't covered by clothing or robotics with wirery dry hair. As his mask begins to glow a golden yellow a wheezing, raspy, electronic voice buzzes into the air. It seems rather eloquent resembling that of RC English being rather posh but in no way condescending, "Please, we mean you no harm, I come baring the message of peace from Athaton. We are a neighbouring nation of this new world just as you are. My name is Cicero, these are my assistants and we are not armed. Please, we have come bearing gifts, let us avoid violence."

Athaton wrote:
The small crew of a single diplomat, scientist, pilot followed by their robot servants emerge with their hands in the air showing no sign of wanting to cause harm or upset. The first to exit, a plump diplomat of stout height and slumped posture dressed in a well-fitting but clearly ripped suit. His face was covered in what seemed to be some kind of mechanical mask with yellow glowing eyes with a solid cylinder going down into his chest with the suit clearly being tailored to incorporate the asset. Pale white and peeling skin is revealed along the few parts of his body that aren't covered by clothing or robotics with wirery dry hair. As his mask begins to glow a golden yellow a wheezing, raspy, electronic voice buzzes into the air. It seems rather eloquent resembling that of RC English being rather posh but in no way condescending, "Please, we mean you no harm, I come baring the message of peace from Athaton. We are a neighbouring nation of this new world just as you are. My name is Cicero, these are my assistants and we are not armed. Please, we have come bearing gifts, let us avoid violence."

"New neighboring nation?", Reviion would say rather confused.
"You must be mad. The world hasn't changed at all..."

"And never have we heard of your realm. You are alien.. possibly the work of returning evil... you are deformed like evil. State what you are beast!"

Athaton

Hellasreich wrote:"New neighboring nation?", Reviion would say rather confused.
"You must be mad. The world hasn't changed at all..."

"And never have we heard of your realm. You are alien.. possibly the work of returning evil... you are deformed like evil. State what you are beast!"

Hellasreich wrote:"New neighboring nation?", Reviion would say rather confused.
"You must be mad. The world hasn't changed at all..."

"And never have we heard of your realm. You are alien.. possibly the work of returning evil... you are deformed like evil. State what you are beast!"

Cicero seems taken back by the comments made, it's strange but he seems to convey confusion past the blunt metallic stare of his mask. "...I must say deformed is a rather rude way to refer to my condition. You are, however, correct in a sense. I am in a certain way, alien to you but I am no beast and neither is my crew. We are not evil my Lord, looks can be deceiving but we bring truth. We are not of your world but that does not mean we wish you any harm. Please, send some of your men into our mode of transport. There are gifts inside and I can explain their use. We wish to bring you prosperity, my friend."

Athaton wrote:

Cicero seems taken back by the comments made, it's strange but he seems to convey confusion past the blunt metallic stare of his mask. "...I must say deformed is a rather rude way to refer to my condition. You are, however, correct in a sense. I am in a certain way, alien to you but I am no beast and neither is my crew. We are not evil my Lord, looks can be deceiving but we bring truth. We are not of your world but that does not mean we wish you any harm. Please, send some of your men into our mode of transport. There are gifts inside and I can explain their use. We wish to bring you prosperity, my friend."

"Prosperity?", questioned Reviion once more.
"You stand in the singular most powerful state of Middle-Earth, our prosperity is unmatched across the continent... and seeing as your metal machination fell from the sky I'm rather skeptical to enter."

Athaton

Hellasreich wrote:The spirit's ring changed in shape and a sharp needle poked from it in order to penetrate the cloth between him and the skin, no noise, no feeling. The needle turned blunt and touched against the skin of the Yuri curious to see what would come of it and if it'd be similar to the ant experience.

As the cursed metal gingerly met the flesh of the man, a lifetime erupted into context.

https://youtu.be/nT3nz1WIaGY?t=41

Darkness, punctured irregularly by green flashes. Silence, followed by a deep, measured breath, in, out, in out. The eyes open unsteadily, seeing a luminescent green glow
Athaton wrote:An unarmed, civilian jet flys towards Immordenia carrying a team of scientists and robots for research purposes

OHHHHHH SNAP
must reply to other stuff first tho

Hellasreich

Immordenia wrote:As the cursed metal gingerly met the flesh of the man, a lifetime erupted into context.

https://youtu.be/nT3nz1WIaGY?t=41

Darkness, punctured irregularly by green flashes. Silence, followed by a deep, measured breath, in, out, in out. The eyes open unsteadily, seeing a luminescent green glowOHHHHHH SNAP
must reply to other stuff first tho


The spirit, Mairon took this as the sign that all was fine... he still felt the power of this being.. it felt like it was magic.
Mairon wanted to experiment,he wanted to use what was left of his voice that was once either enough to make a force retreat or make kings able to trust him.
"Your pocket...", Mairon whispered to the Yuri.
"A ring.. put it on your finger."

Mairon also noticed he couldn't even dominate the mind of this being... good, a challenge to get him to trust what should be an inanimate object.
"We can talk more once its done.", Mairon whispered.

Immordenia

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Hellasreich wrote:"Its an Ent, a guardian of the forests as you're a guardian against evil in your home. Don't worry, it won't kill you. They were suppose to have become list most trees a century ago when magic was starting to disappear though for some reason.. the things of the past are seeming to come back.", Rairel said as he continued to carve.

The Ent let out a yawn and stared at Mando, then Rairel then in the direction of camp where the fire burned though it pained him to know one of his... 'brothers' was burning it was for a purpose.. not just typical human greed. He then looked towards Mando.
"Do not worry.", it'd say in a soft voice.
"I will not harm you or the elf.", he'd say referring to Rairel.
"Its been so long since I've moved", The ent then said standing and moving its ancient wooden legs.
"I am Firhusk, I-..I became a tree long ago... I do not..", Firhusk continued to look around in surprise.
"I do not know why I am once more living."

“O-kay...nice to meet you.”

Mando lowers his rifle and goes back to scouting.

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“O-kay...nice to meet you.”

Mando lowers his rifle and goes back to scouting.

Once Rairel was done carving he'd smile at his statuette. Pure perfection, he'd think as he put it in his pocket and looked at Mando as he left then looked above him. Shaking his head he'd return back to camp and go to sleep.

Minus the lingering feeling of being watched by.. absolutely nothing it'd be quite quiet. No noises minus the crickets though there'd be an occasional deer or other animal chilling.
(Skip to morning?)

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Hellasreich wrote:Once Rairel was done carving he'd smile at his statuette. Pure perfection, he'd think as he put it in his pocket and looked at Mando as he left then looked above him. Shaking his head he'd return back to camp and go to sleep.

Minus the lingering feeling of being watched by.. absolutely nothing it'd be quite quiet. No noises minus the crickets though there'd be an occasional deer or other animal chilling.
(Skip to morning?)

After scouting the area for a few hours, Mando would return to the campsite just in time to watch the sun begin to rise. Therra would be the first to wake up and notice her Guardian partner return.

“You’ve been out all this time, Mando?”

“You know me, Hunters and sleep don’t mix well.”

Hellasreich

Hellasreich wrote:"Prosperity?", questioned Reviion once more.
"You stand in the singular most powerful state of Middle-Earth, our prosperity is unmatched across the continent... and seeing as your metal machination fell from the sky I'm rather skeptical to enter."

(Should also mention that the crew are similar in appearance but with different clothing, the scientist in formal wear and the pilot in uniform but all with mechanical augmentation)
Cicero's mask may remain motionless but beneath cracks a smile. His breathing seems heavier as obvious mechanical issues begin to flare, after a moment wheezing his response, "Your scepticism is well placed, it seems that this land interferes with our electronics, something your society seems to understandably be lacking. If it is acceptable to you, I will entrust my crew's safety with yourself and one of your men can escort me back to my machinations as you describe it, perhaps more men if you desire? I give you my word that none of them will come to harm. We have been observing your people for some time and want to offer you gifts of medicine and food as well as designs for devices which may come of service. I merely want to demonstrate the value of what we can offer you in exchange for mutually beneficial trade."

Hellasreich

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After scouting the area for a few hours, Mando would return to the campsite just in time to watch the sun begin to rise. Therra would be the first to wake up and notice her Guardian partner return.

“You’ve been out all this time, Mando?”

“You know me, Hunters and sleep don’t mix well.”

Rairel also got up, he seemingly was a light sleeper. He took out the statuette from his bag and walked to Therra.
"My lady, I made this for you last night, it is in your image  showing off the divine beauty that is your armour.. and well.. it was not very difficult but I engineered it so the helmet may come off to show your face.", he'd say with a slight smile holding it out.

It could of been expected that it'd be garbage but no.. it was beyond perfect in every way as if it were created by god himself.
"I hope you like it, I believe this is only my third time carving."

The Martians also began waking up. Reiter put his helm back on and looked at Rairel, his eyes distrustful.

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Hellasreich wrote:Rairel also got up, he seemingly was a light sleeper. He took out the statuette from his bag and walked to Therra.
"My lady, I made this for you last night, it is in your image  showing off the divine beauty that is your armour.. and well.. it was not very difficult but I engineered it so the helmet may come off to show your face.", he'd say with a slight smile holding it out.

It could of been expected that it'd be garbage but no.. it was beyond perfect in every way as if it were created by god himself.
"I hope you like it, I believe this is only my third time carving."

The Martians also began waking up. Reiter put his helm back on and looked at Rairel, his eyes distrustful.

Therra blinks as she takes the figure, surprised.

“Oh, uh thanks I suppose?”

As she removes the helm off the figure, she removes her own, revealing her blue Awoken face.

“Wow, that’s...actually super accurate...looks exactly like me...”

“Kinda creepy if you ask me”, Fuze remarked while giving Rairel a suspicious stare.

Therra continued to stare at the figure, unsure of how to respond to such a random gesture of kindness paired with an ounce of stalker vibes. Mando takes notice and decides to change the topic by stepping in.

“So, where to?”

Hellasreich

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Therra blinks as she takes the figure, surprised.

“Oh, uh thanks I suppose?”

As she removes the helm off the figure, she removes her own, revealing her blue Awoken face.

“Wow, that’s...actually super accurate...looks exactly like me...”

“Kinda creepy if you ask me”, Fuze remarked while giving Rairel a suspicious stare.

Therra continued to stare at the figure, unsure of how to respond to such a random gesture of kindness paired with an ounce of stalker vibes. Mando takes notice and decides to change the topic by stepping in.

“So, where to?”

Rairel gave a side-stare to Fuze though it quickly went away. In most cases this helped gain trust of those around him though he quickly learned presenting it to one person is not appropriate.
"I plan on making one for you all... as a sign of friendship", he'd quickly say maintaining his smile.

"Well... I'm just with you hoping we near Mordor so I can safely reach Mount Doom to make something... something important."

Reiter scoffed to himself quietly and shaked his head.
"Mordor was a land of evil, what business you have there?", Reiter asked.
"Mount Doom has some of the best magma used to forge things... and Mordor has been clean of evil for over a century. Using its natural geological features will hardly be considered evil now would it?", Rairel then responded his smile fading from frustration, he didn't like these Martians.
"I haven't heard your people refer to 'geology' before...quite scientific of you eh?", Reiter questioned.

It was apparent Reiter was growing on his nerves.
"Believe it or not Captain Reiter, we are not all illiterate fools who lack understanding of all sciences. I also do not understand why you continue to antagonize me and treat me like some sort of.. outsider or spy.", even as Rairel expressed his frustrations he continued to sound mostly calm.

"Guardians.", Reiter looked to the three guardians.
"Tell me you don't trust him. He just showed up out of nowhere, he could just be using us, or worse just be something else.. something we can't understand."

Rairel then sighed in disappointment and looked to the guardians.
"You have seen... I am unarmed. I understand you find my... actions.. in your own words, 'creepy' or even strange but it is just a disconnect in our beliefs... please can we get on with our journey? We could travel to Minas Tirith, it is close to Mordor and we can more than likely gain audience with the king, he can possibly give us access to the best wise-men in Middle-Earth to find out what you need to know.", Rairel then gestured to a clearing which lead to a way out.
Reiter scoffed and walked over to Mando and whispered to him.
"We can't trust him."

Athaton wrote:
(Should also mention that the crew are similar in appearance but with different clothing, the scientist in formal wear and the pilot in uniform but all with mechanical augmentation)
Cicero's mask may remain motionless but beneath cracks a smile. His breathing seems heavier as obvious mechanical issues begin to flare, after a moment wheezing his response, "Your scepticism is well placed, it seems that this land interferes with our electronics, something your society seems to understandably be lacking. If it is acceptable to you, I will entrust my crew's safety with yourself and one of your men can escort me back to my machinations as you describe it, perhaps more men if you desire? I give you my word that none of them will come to harm. We have been observing your people for some time and want to offer you gifts of medicine and food as well as designs for devices which may come of service. I merely want to demonstrate the value of what we can offer you in exchange for mutually beneficial trade."

"I can't accept any of this. You will have to speak to his majesty or one of his designated representatives. You will also relinquish all weapons you have on your person."

Athaton

Hellasreich wrote:This field would be in Rohan and this shuttle didn't go unnoticed, 30 riders arrive on horseback with their lances facing towards the troopers.
"You intrude into the realm of Rohan, what is your business here? And what is this technology?"

“This is...oh you people haven’t advanced yet, well this is our technology, things that you’ll get in the future most likely, and we represent the former German Reich, we are fleeing from oppression.”

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“This is...oh you people haven’t advanced yet, well this is our technology, things that you’ll get in the future most likely, and we represent the former German Reich, we are fleeing from oppression.”

"In the Future? Nonsense.", their captain would state.
"Ger-man? Reich? These words or places are not something we've heard before. But if you flee from oppression we welcome you? Is this oppression coming from... dark forces by any chance?"

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Hellasreich wrote:Rairel gave a side-stare to Fuze though it quickly went away. In most cases this helped gain trust of those around him though he quickly learned presenting it to one person is not appropriate.
"I plan on making one for you all... as a sign of friendship", he'd quickly say maintaining his smile.

"Well... I'm just with you hoping we near Mordor so I can safely reach Mount Doom to make something... something important."

Reiter scoffed to himself quietly and shaked his head.
"Mordor was a land of evil, what business you have there?", Reiter asked.
"Mount Doom has some of the best magma used to forge things... and Mordor has been clean of evil for over a century. Using its natural geological features will hardly be considered evil now would it?", Rairel then responded his smile fading from frustration, he didn't like these Martians.
"I haven't heard your people refer to 'geology' before...quite scientific of you eh?", Reiter questioned.

It was apparent Reiter was growing on his nerves.
"Believe it or not Captain Reiter, we are not all illiterate fools who lack understanding of all sciences. I also do not understand why you continue to antagonize me and treat me like some sort of.. outsider or spy.", even as Rairel expressed his frustrations he continued to sound mostly calm.

"Guardians.", Reiter looked to the three guardians.
"Tell me you don't trust him. He just showed up out of nowhere, he could just be using us, or worse just be something else.. something we can't understand."

Rairel then sighed in disappointment and looked to the guardians.
"You have seen... I am unarmed. I understand you find my... actions.. in your own words, 'creepy' or even strange but it is just a disconnect in our beliefs... please can we get on with our journey? We could travel to Minas Tirith, it is close to Mordor and we can more than likely gain audience with the king, he can possibly give us access to the best wise-men in Middle-Earth to find out what you need to know.", Rairel then gestured to a clearing which lead to a way out.
Reiter scoffed and walked over to Mando and whispered to him.
"We can't trust him."

Mando nods to Rairel. “Take us to this Minas Tirith, then.”

He then turns back to Reiter.

“We Guardians could very much handle this entire situation ourselves with our Light. However, this land is foreign to us, as is its power. Your people and Rairel, you should feel grateful that we find you all useful to us for the moment. You may not trust him, but you had better trust our judgment. I could very well disintegrate you on the spot, but I know better than to wield my Light so recklessly.”

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Mando nods to Rairel. “Take us to this Minas Tirith, then.”

He then turns back to Reiter.

“We Guardians could very much handle this entire situation ourselves with our Light. However, this land is foreign to us, as is its power. Your people and Rairel, you should feel grateful that we find you all useful to us for the moment. You may not trust him, but you had better trust our judgment. I could very well disintegrate you on the spot, but I know better than to wield my Light so recklessly.”

"Its a rather long journey... I'll lead the way though feel free to make conversation if you wish... and uh I should mention, you shouldn't refer to me by name if we reach the city or if we're around any other elf... I was made an outcast by them and they'll more than likely kill me... though if you need to when we're there just call me ", Rairel would say taking the lead. As he did he smirked and looked to his bare right hand before looking forward once more.

"We should feel grateful? F*cking hell we're all lucky the god damn navy hasn't wiped this damn continent off the face of the planet with quantum bombs and even I doubt you could survive that. And tell me who else here was able to tell you ant semblance of what the hell is going on? My people have been studying this planet for generations and in fact nearly conquered it so I would do with not threatening my men and I."

the Valar's secret

The Grand-Prince stared from his palace study window as he saw a massive tree fall, around the city itself smoke could be seen for miles. Inside the city though plague spread like wildfire... rumor was there was a continent not too far away from his island kingdom, it wasnt there before but now it is. It got him curious.. there could possibly be a cure.

The Grand-Prince exited his study and proceeded to walk to the courtyard of his massive palace, thousands of troops in armour holding their new rifles, in the training areas soldiers fought with fake swords in bloody hand to hand.

He proceeded to the docks with his men in formation following. Ships awaited for this force.
"Gentlemen! Today we venture to the unknown lands! It will take us time to reach it but when we do I promise you all we will find a cure for this affliction"

As the troops loaded into their ships the Prince did the same but in a newer ship, a massive thing with cannons able to shoot from it.
"Nobody will be able to match the Tyvinter"

https://youtu.be/XqxV0p6LaDI?t=17

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Hellasreich wrote:"Its a rather long journey... I'll lead the way though feel free to make conversation if you wish... and uh I should mention, you shouldn't refer to me by name if we reach the city or if we're around any other elf... I was made an outcast by them and they'll more than likely kill me... though if you need to when we're there just call me ", Rairel would say taking the lead. As he did he smirked and looked to his bare right hand before looking forward once more.

"We should feel grateful? F*cking hell we're all lucky the god damn navy hasn't wiped this damn continent off the face of the planet with quantum bombs and even I doubt you could survive that. And tell me who else here was able to tell you ant semblance of what the hell is going on? My people have been studying this planet for generations and in fact nearly conquered it so I would do with not threatening my men and I."

Mando seemed to be on edge from being talked down to. Fuze didn’t appear to want to de-escalate the situation, his fist preparing to charge up with Void Light to defend his friend. Therra on the other hand noticed the situation about to erupt and stepped in, pulling them both back.

“Mando, Fuze, enough! Let it be, they couldn’t possibly comprehend the challenges we’ve faced over the centuries. No point in recklessly using our power now. Just wait until they are in need of our aid, and then we’ll see how they act. Patience.”

With that, the three Guardians breeze past the Martians and begin following Rairel, their Ghosts invisible, yet vigilant about their surroundings.

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Mando seemed to be on edge from being talked down to. Fuze didn’t appear to want to de-escalate the situation, his fist preparing to charge up with Void Light to defend his friend. Therra on the other hand noticed the situation about to erupt and stepped in, pulling them both back.

“Mando, Fuze, enough! Let it be, they couldn’t possibly comprehend the challenges we’ve faced over the centuries. No point in recklessly using our power now. Just wait until they are in need of our aid, and then we’ll see how they act. Patience.”

With that, the three Guardians breeze past the Martians and begin following Rairel, their Ghosts invisible, yet vigilant about their surroundings.

"You wouldn't know ours either.", muttered and stared Reiter through his helm.

Rairel looked back at the Guardians then proceeded to stare right at the invisible SPECTRE before giving a bit of a smile and turning forward again. As they left the forest and with the ocean out of view hundreds of ships of unknown origin would be arriving...

As Rairel walked he hummed.
"Guardians, my new friends. I've spoken about a great deal of things in the short time we've been acquainted, but please tell me more of yourselves and your journies in your lands. I am interested and please if you'd like go into detail, its a long walk."

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Hellasreich wrote:"You wouldn't know ours either.", muttered and stared Reiter through his helm.

Rairel looked back at the Guardians then proceeded to stare right at the invisible SPECTRE before giving a bit of a smile and turning forward again. As they left the forest and with the ocean out of view hundreds of ships of unknown origin would be arriving...

As Rairel walked he hummed.
"Guardians, my new friends. I've spoken about a great deal of things in the short time we've been acquainted, but please tell me more of yourselves and your journies in your lands. I am interested and please if you'd like go into detail, its a long walk."

Mando sighed. “I’m not one for storytelling...”

“Then allow me” Therra spoke up.

“Ah, Warlocks...” muttered Fuze.

As Therra walked, she pondered and looked back to their past battles.

“Let’s see, let’s see...

So we come from a planet called Earth, based in the Sol system. I suppose it’s had a long history, but our story began with the Traveler. It looks like a massive white sphere that sits in the sky. We’ve been told that its arrival in Sol brought about a Golden Age for humanity that lasted for centuries. And then its ancient enemy arrived, the Darkness. The Darkness nearly wiped out humanity in what is known as the Collapse, but the Traveler sacrificed itself to defeat the Darkness back then. Its sacrifice created the Ghosts, who then brought life to us Guardians. All of us- once dead corpses- were brought back to a devastated world and bestowed with the Traveler’s Light.

After the Collapse came the Dark Age. It was a rough time for those who survived the Darkness’ calamity. It was a world where the strong ruled. And the strong were us Guardians- Risen I mean...that’s how we were known as back then. There was no leadership, no cities during the Dark Age. Just small camps and settlements of people trying to survive. And at the top of the hierarchy were the Warlords- Risen who used their Light to oppress and to control others. It was the Warlords that ruled for much of the Dark Age, until another group of Risen came to oppose them- the Iron Lords.

It was the Iron Lords that paved the way to the City Age. Their efforts saw the construction of what we called the Last City, where the Traveler looms in the sky and watches over the remnants of humanity. The Guardians were united in their battle against the enemies of humanity, and the Darkness. We have fought many battles, and there are still many battles to be fought before the Darkness is vanquished once and for all.

We three are regarded as the most powerful of the Guardians. We’ve ventured across time, we’ve slain gods, paracausal beings whose mere words and thoughts can bring death and destruction of such catastrophic proportions. We’ve ventured to the furthest reaches of the system to take down the most dangerous threats to humanity. And I fear that there are even greater threats than we’ve faced, which is why we must return to the City as soon as possible. They will not survive without us. Humanity needs us.”

The 5th militia fleet wrote:Mando sighed. “I’m not one for storytelling...”

“Then allow me” Therra spoke up.

“Ah, Warlocks...” muttered Fuze.

As Therra walked, she pondered and looked back to their past battles.

“Let’s see, let’s see...

So we come from a planet called Earth, based in the Sol system. I suppose it’s had a long history, but our story began with the Traveler. It looks like a massive white sphere that sits in the sky. We’ve been told that its arrival in Sol brought about a Golden Age for humanity that lasted for centuries. And then its ancient enemy arrived, the Darkness. The Darkness nearly wiped out humanity in what is known as the Collapse, but the Traveler sacrificed itself to defeat the Darkness back then. Its sacrifice created the Ghosts, who then brought life to us Guardians. All of us- once dead corpses- were brought back to a devastated world and bestowed with the Traveler’s Light.

After the Collapse came the Dark Age. It was a rough time for those who survived the Darkness’ calamity. It was a world where the strong ruled. And the strong were us Guardians- Risen I mean...that’s how we were known as back then. There was no leadership, no cities during the Dark Age. Just small camps and settlements of people trying to survive. And at the top of the hierarchy were the Warlords- Risen who used their Light to oppress and to control others. It was the Warlords that ruled for much of the Dark Age, until another group of Risen came to oppose them- the Iron Lords.

It was the Iron Lords that paved the way to the City Age. Their efforts saw the construction of what we called the Last City, where the Traveler looms in the sky and watches over the remnants of humanity. The Guardians were united in their battle against the enemies of humanity, and the Darkness. We have fought many battles, and there are still many battles to be fought before the Darkness is vanquished once and for all.

We three are regarded as the most powerful of the Guardians. We’ve ventured across time, we’ve slain gods, paracausal beings whose mere words and thoughts can bring death and destruction of such catastrophic proportions. We’ve ventured to the furthest reaches of the system to take down the most dangerous threats to humanity. And I fear that there are even greater threats than we’ve faced, which is why we must return to the City as soon as possible. They will not survive without us. Humanity needs us.”

"Najor Dobat", Rairel muttered to himself then looked to Therra.
"Perhaps this travelers will is in fact for you three to be here. The god of this land, Eru also worked in strange ways and in silence but his plan is always in play.. perhaps your traveler is doing the same".
"Though of course your traveler is a physical being... Eru is not.. Eru and the Ainulindalë is all around us.", Rairel then gave a bit of a chuckle.
"You folks would of liked Morgoth."

Rairel then looked to Therra's invisible ghost.. he somehow knew were it was.
"And your ghosts? Your traveler made them and they.. give you life? Are these ghosts also dead beings? What exactly are they and how do they give you life?"

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