Wrath of the Titan
"He who allows the heretic to live shares the crime of its existence."
In decades past Briaga IX was merely one of the first of many worlds consigned to fire. Once a jungle planet home to a race of peaceful, serpentine xeno druids. They were helpless for what descended upon them when the growing Bryn'adul Empire cast its shadow over their world. Its resources were stripped, its continents shattered, its oceans boiled into nothing. The ensuing conflagration utterly consumed the remote world and transfigured it so dearly, few could scarcely even remember its existence at all. It was the price a remote species paid for isolation. The planet was transformed into a volcanic world gripped by perpetual hurricanes of choking ash, continental plates gave way to dormant explosive volcanos pouring molten lava through the skies. Such was the wrath of the Draelvasier that a species was consigned to the pages of history, its world left little more than a corpse wholly uninhabitable. It would be the first of many burned to fuel the ravenous beast of the Bryn'adul war machine, and it remained little more than a foot note until.
The fall.
Almost half a century passed before Briaga IX would see life walk its surface again. Once more the Draelvasier returned to the world they destroyed on the fringes of the galaxy. Only this time they did as their once glorious empire fell, and their species scattered to the stars. In the near half century absence, the horrible hurricanes ceaselessly pounding the surface had halted, becoming sporadic occurrences. The volcanic eruptions that transformed the very surface of a world broken open by fire had at long last birthed something new, remaining silent mountains content to watch over their creations. The Baedurin who called himself Narak, Commander of the Hordes of Kadar had used the fall to his advantage, rising beyond his station and expanding his personal fiefdom. This would be sovereign descended on the world of Briaga IX and over the years carved out his very own fiefdom, a domain he called New Kadar after a former colony once established during the height of the empire. It was from here that arrogance and ambition finally overtook his sense of loyalty, and in the rumors of the Titan's fall he ascended a throne of bone to claim the mantle.
Chieftain.
It was a turbulent time of incredible strife for the Draelvasier, who were so bitterly hated and hunted as galactic despots and butchers. The toiling of time was a battle all its own and one that perverted the minds of Narak and his followers. They turned away from the Kad'Maera, away from the Maerd-Ka, they began to shun the seven tenets as they started to embrace a new path all their own, leaving mere piles of bones of those who spoke out against such terrible heresy. In time they even began to shout down the very legacy of the Titan himself, proclaiming it was his own weakness who brought down the empire. These blasphemers began to take to the stars, proclaiming to all Drael who would hear it of the salvation awaiting them at New Kadar. These self-proclaimed prophets began to spread their lies like poison, infecting the hearts and minds of wayward souls seeking unity. Such practices continued until one fateful day when these prophets' crossed paths with something they never expected, he who was declared dead, a legend seemingly returned from the grave itself. Such a revelation was the herald of doom for them, a hurricane of vengeance that followed them all the way back home.
Once more death cast its shadow over Briaga IX.
Out from the fathomless darkness of space came an armada of ships unlike anything seen since the days of the fall. Conquesters, Butcherers, Ragnos Ivicerators, Trezor Annihilators, Phedrak Carriers, Thruka Ravagers, Striker Shards, and so many more. It was a variable mix of ships, a roaming hive of destruction climbing out from the reaches of space one after another in an endless tide. The sheer might of this fleet was enough to shatter what ships sat against it. As their burning hulks trailed like debris was when something that stunned the would be Chieftain dead in his tracks, the Scourge emerged. A truly monstrous creation of organic beast and jagged dark metal, its engines cast a ghastly crimson light. They gave no warning as they started setting fire to the planet, their efforts through the mind stones were viciously answered with the batteries of destroyers.
The Darkener had come to Briaga IX. Wrath alone sundered the continents, shattering the world that had taken so long to rebuild itself from total disaster. Down within the city of New Kadar was the very eye of the storm and it shattered into a thousand pieces. M'gaelak Siege Towers were the silent heralds of oblivion as a tide of monsters descended, the very ground rumbling as Servitors moved to pull the very city apart. In the wake of this ravenous tide came the ironclad legions that slaughtered everything moving. So deep was the heresy committed here that nothing and no one could be spared. The rage of the Darkener would not be denied as he alone descended upon the Palace. Rakvul left nothing but ruination in his wake, the structure violently shook and rumbled the very moment he shattered its great gate and stepped inside. Half of the glorious structure collapsed in on itself with the violent quakes that seemed to engulf it as he slaughtered his way through its halls. Torches and braziers flickered as they struggled to cast light through the throne room while chunks of verikast rained down from the ceiling. Trophies, Arms and other grandiose displays of dominance fell and scattered across the floor when that wretched maul struck home. It shattered Narak's armor like glass, sending him careening through the throne itself with such force that the ten-meter-high display of metal and bone exploded trapping him and his broken body partly, pinning him to the floor.
"Peliet Darkener. Only patak can't see how much time has changed our reality. You live in the past, Vreda keeps you from seeing the truth." Narak coughed violently, struggling in a futile effort to lift the mammoth construct off of his chest. Silence had overtaken the chamber then. Only the loud hum of the terrible hammer remained. "Xiaq. As expected, But that is not your greatest crime. That is that you've dared to spread your heresy, your lies like a virus to others instead of keeping such thoughts to yourself." Every slow, purposeful footfall came like a thunderclap that rocked the hall. Rakvul rested the hammer on his shoulder as he approached "Your greatest crime is daring to think skag like you could ever follow in his footsteps, that you were ever destined for anything greater than servitude. You are nothing but poison." Rakvul finished. But Narak merely shook his head, blood slowly poured from between jagged teeth.
"Only you fail to see Darkener. My death will change nothing. Times have changed and you are all that remains, locked in the past. The Chieftain is gone. Even the Dreddikast has left us." Rakvul took the hammer in his hands, ready to bring it down as the words struck him hard. In contrast to the fallen figure he was a true living Colossus, wrapped in dark steel spiked armor, bristling with weaponry he was destruction incarnate. But the words alone seemed to stop him. It brought out a laugh from the arch heretic "Yes. Even the mighty Dreddikast is gone, the beast has no longer been sighted in its home. You are all that remains of that failed legacy Darkener, open your eyes. Everything is chang-"
Narak would never get the chance to finish those words. The maul shattered his skull and torso with a high-pitched whine, blasting the debris of the throne into powder and collapsing the back wall of the chamber with destructive force. "It is an omen, but not the one you expected. Only one could rouse the Dreddikast from its den. Only one has the strength of will to face it."
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