Causstik Rahn
Psycho
Unknown Sector...
Unknown World...
Apagtha City...
Across the scarce abrasive worlds that dot the Unknown region a tide sweeps the stars. It crashes along the shore of every planet within the sector and with it, it brings an unimaginable construct of blood and destruction. Tales of the slaughter are whispered along hushed tongues and delegated to children's bedtime stories. But, to every tall tale there is some truth... The tale of a ghost ship is ripped from peoples choking throats. Derelict in look, said to be covered in the hides and scalps of her enemies, supposedly the thing is alive. A misshapen golem of flesh and bone, piloted by an psychopathic necromancer who worships ancient god's of rot. But, as of late the tale has fallen on deaf ears and the ship has seemed to faded from existence.
But, with every new moon the tide returns and there are oh so many moons in this universe of ours... A calm wind sweeps through Apagtha's city streets. A lie if ever there was one. It is a desert city with dwellings of adobe clay, illuminated by the soft flickering of a waning sun. As the star sets over the unsuspecting city, great billows of smoke approach from the opposite horizon. Flickering lights like thunder chase away the shadows of the storm and as it draws ever nearer children claim to see the silhouette of a lumbering beast within the clouds. But, of course their warnings fall upon the deaf ears of adults to busy to concern themselves with a child's imaginings.
Just as a child has a preternatural sixth sense so to do the beast of the land... Carrion fowl flock to roof top and tree, peering at the unsuspecting victims before them with beady black eyes. Animals howl as phantom chills wrack their spines in terror. But just as the child is ignored, so to are the beast of the land. Strays flee the encroaching storm preferring to brave the dessert waste beyond than suffer the horror it brings.
Finally as the storm with it's strange lights settles over the city all becomes quiet again. Parents tuck frightened younglings into sheets, they hug loved ones for what will be the last time and in the dead of night they too lie themselves down for bed. All the while the storm with it's silent lights gently hovers over Apagtha like a blanket, coating the city in a soft smoky mist. Then just as the calm completely returns and the city grows silent it is interrupted by a great lament from the heavens. A war horn if ever their was one. The storm releases it's gorge of iron rain. Great metallic pods fall from the sky, kicking up mountains of rock and crushing clay brick as they land. The horn sounds again and this time it is echoed by a thousand guttural war cries from raspy throats. The clouds part and the mist dries, revealing a ship of true terror.
Apagatha reawakens to a nightmare...
Unknown World...
Apagtha City...
Across the scarce abrasive worlds that dot the Unknown region a tide sweeps the stars. It crashes along the shore of every planet within the sector and with it, it brings an unimaginable construct of blood and destruction. Tales of the slaughter are whispered along hushed tongues and delegated to children's bedtime stories. But, to every tall tale there is some truth... The tale of a ghost ship is ripped from peoples choking throats. Derelict in look, said to be covered in the hides and scalps of her enemies, supposedly the thing is alive. A misshapen golem of flesh and bone, piloted by an psychopathic necromancer who worships ancient god's of rot. But, as of late the tale has fallen on deaf ears and the ship has seemed to faded from existence.
But, with every new moon the tide returns and there are oh so many moons in this universe of ours... A calm wind sweeps through Apagtha's city streets. A lie if ever there was one. It is a desert city with dwellings of adobe clay, illuminated by the soft flickering of a waning sun. As the star sets over the unsuspecting city, great billows of smoke approach from the opposite horizon. Flickering lights like thunder chase away the shadows of the storm and as it draws ever nearer children claim to see the silhouette of a lumbering beast within the clouds. But, of course their warnings fall upon the deaf ears of adults to busy to concern themselves with a child's imaginings.
Just as a child has a preternatural sixth sense so to do the beast of the land... Carrion fowl flock to roof top and tree, peering at the unsuspecting victims before them with beady black eyes. Animals howl as phantom chills wrack their spines in terror. But just as the child is ignored, so to are the beast of the land. Strays flee the encroaching storm preferring to brave the dessert waste beyond than suffer the horror it brings.
Finally as the storm with it's strange lights settles over the city all becomes quiet again. Parents tuck frightened younglings into sheets, they hug loved ones for what will be the last time and in the dead of night they too lie themselves down for bed. All the while the storm with it's silent lights gently hovers over Apagtha like a blanket, coating the city in a soft smoky mist. Then just as the calm completely returns and the city grows silent it is interrupted by a great lament from the heavens. A war horn if ever their was one. The storm releases it's gorge of iron rain. Great metallic pods fall from the sky, kicking up mountains of rock and crushing clay brick as they land. The horn sounds again and this time it is echoed by a thousand guttural war cries from raspy throats. The clouds part and the mist dries, revealing a ship of true terror.
Apagatha reawakens to a nightmare...
