Sic transit gloria mundi
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Like the mythical bird Phoenix, the civilisation of the Eldorai had arisen out of the ashes. Kaeshana was a desolate wasteland, Santaissa reduced to ruins, a shell of its former glory. Those left behind on the broken husk were the Forsaken.
The only that remained were memories. Eldorai have long lives and even longer memories, but soon a generation would be born who would never have seen the homeworld with their own eyes, let alone set foot on it. Tygara was their home now. For the time being it had been spared the turmoil that was sweeping across the Galaxy and engulfing in a massive conflagration, though relations with the natives were tenuous at best.
The unoriginally named New Santaissa was their capital now. Not so long ago calling it a city would've been a big euphemism because it had been composed of little more than tents, makeshift shelters and some public buildings. However, the diligence of the Eldorai and of their Firemane allies had paid off, and now it was a city they could look upon with pride. Today was a beautiful day, though storms had been predicted for later on.
Perhaps fitting considering the Eldorai army would soon take the plunge and go on the offensive against the Xioquo. But for now, the morning sun reflected off the white domes and spires, creating a breathtaking site. White stone buildings, built to deliberately emulate the style of classical Eldorai architecture, dominated the better part of town. Even at this early day, the city was a hub of activity, as trade was picking up once again. Heavy guns were concealed in the mountains overlooking the city to provide protection.
It was only fitting that today one of the most powerful women in Eldorai society go on a tour of the city she'd helped build. A luxurious speeder swept down from the sky, carrying Siobhan Kerrigan. With her was was her usual posse of fawning hangers-on and slaves, and none other than Sahal Jai Azal, her Qadiri Companion.
Siobhan's penchant for the absurdly grandiose was matched by her romantic streak, so she had decided to adopt Sahal as the knight to her queen after being impressed by her valour in battle. "That's the new ziggurat. Lovely, isn't it? How does it compare to Semiramis'?" she asked out aloud, pointing a delicately manicured figure to the massive structure that dominated the cityscape as the speeder came in to land.
Like on Kaeshana, the ziggurat was the political and religious centre of the capital. It rose high up into the sky as if reaching for the heavens where the Great Goddess Ashira was said to dwell by the Church of Light. Since Siobhan was an aristocrat and favoured by the Queen, she had the privilege of landing her craft rather close to the monument.
Like the mythical bird Phoenix, the civilisation of the Eldorai had arisen out of the ashes. Kaeshana was a desolate wasteland, Santaissa reduced to ruins, a shell of its former glory. Those left behind on the broken husk were the Forsaken.
The only that remained were memories. Eldorai have long lives and even longer memories, but soon a generation would be born who would never have seen the homeworld with their own eyes, let alone set foot on it. Tygara was their home now. For the time being it had been spared the turmoil that was sweeping across the Galaxy and engulfing in a massive conflagration, though relations with the natives were tenuous at best.
The unoriginally named New Santaissa was their capital now. Not so long ago calling it a city would've been a big euphemism because it had been composed of little more than tents, makeshift shelters and some public buildings. However, the diligence of the Eldorai and of their Firemane allies had paid off, and now it was a city they could look upon with pride. Today was a beautiful day, though storms had been predicted for later on.
Perhaps fitting considering the Eldorai army would soon take the plunge and go on the offensive against the Xioquo. But for now, the morning sun reflected off the white domes and spires, creating a breathtaking site. White stone buildings, built to deliberately emulate the style of classical Eldorai architecture, dominated the better part of town. Even at this early day, the city was a hub of activity, as trade was picking up once again. Heavy guns were concealed in the mountains overlooking the city to provide protection.
It was only fitting that today one of the most powerful women in Eldorai society go on a tour of the city she'd helped build. A luxurious speeder swept down from the sky, carrying Siobhan Kerrigan. With her was was her usual posse of fawning hangers-on and slaves, and none other than Sahal Jai Azal, her Qadiri Companion.
Siobhan's penchant for the absurdly grandiose was matched by her romantic streak, so she had decided to adopt Sahal as the knight to her queen after being impressed by her valour in battle. "That's the new ziggurat. Lovely, isn't it? How does it compare to Semiramis'?" she asked out aloud, pointing a delicately manicured figure to the massive structure that dominated the cityscape as the speeder came in to land.
Like on Kaeshana, the ziggurat was the political and religious centre of the capital. It rose high up into the sky as if reaching for the heavens where the Great Goddess Ashira was said to dwell by the Church of Light. Since Siobhan was an aristocrat and favoured by the Queen, she had the privilege of landing her craft rather close to the monument.