ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST
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Nobody knows how we once came to live here, and nobody knows how we can leave. According to the chrono-meters, it is the year 8072 Standard Terran Years, whatever that may be. We have lived separated from whatever world is beyond ours for hundreds, if not thousands of years here, on the world we call Uadas. It is, so the sages say, a planet, part of a bigger universe filled with many worlds like ours. For as long as we have been separated from the rest of this universe, they say, our civilization, the technologies, have been deteriorating. "Ashes to ashes," they say, "Dust to dust."
We have no reason to disbelieve them, much what they say appears to be true. Indeed, the vast wilderness out there has ruins aplenty of long-gone cities and manufactories, the collapsed remains of an undoubtedly once mighty civilization. Some mourn the times long gone, the times they did not even live to see, but there is nothing we can do about it. Indeed, Uadas as we know it has always been like we know it - a vast and open wilderness, rugged terrain with scant settlements dotting the landscape.
It is an inherently dangerous world out there, away from the relative safety offered by the few cities there are. For some, it is death. For us, it is our livelihood. Traversing the wastes, earning our keep by killing what dangers we find. Some see it as just that: a job to earn one's living, while others see it as their duty. From the twisted Warlocks of Vannir and the Witches of Illash to the speed-freaks and their death cult, none are safe from us, and nor are we safe from them. It's a brave, pretty damn old world out there. What will you do, and for how long? Is the remainder of your life measured in years? Months, days? Hours? Minutes? There is but one way to find out.
- Markus, Wasteland Wanderer and Mercenary (retired)
The City of Thanedice, Uadas
Arch-Regent's Palace, Crisis Room
The Arch-Regent looked at the screen, the images shown on it still as the video it had displayed earlier had ended. "They are real," one of Guranath's trustees spoke, a man responsible for intelligence affairs. "The videos have been verified, the town has been secured." The lord of Uadas' largest city leaned back in his chair. "Play it again." They did.
The town Teglah was a quiet, rural town, located roughly 40 miles south of Thanedice, famous for it's lack of anything interesting and worthwhile, and often known as 'that town where everyone is related to each other'. This did not mean it was exempt from the Arch-Regent's rule, however - security cameras where put on several key locations in the town, as well as several overlooking the town. It was cheaper than guards, and would do the job just fine for Teglah. Connection with every single one of them was lost at the same moment.
As such, seven hours ago, contact had been lost with Teglah, roughly around 2AM. It was suspected that the town's residents had risen in some sort of revolution against the Arch-Regent, whom had recently demanded the villagers pay their taxes for once. Come the dawn, a small team had been dispatched to investigate. What they had found was not the Teglah they knew. They had filmed what they saw - the footage of which Guranath was now watching again.
What he saw on the screen in front of him, yet again, was not boring old Teglah. Instead, what he saw was nothing but ruins - the stone foundations and ashes of wood from Teglah's buildings. The damage appeared to be done by fire, but according to the squad that had been present the ruins smelled different. It smelled, so they said, "like piss". Ashes did not smell like piss, something the Arch-Regent was quite sure of, but these somehow did. What was even more unsettling and stranger still was that there were no bodies to be found - no traces of them whatsoever. The situation was a strange one, and one uncomfortably close to Thanedice and as such it was now a concern of Guranath himself. Teglah had already been secured - assuming anyone would even want it, especially now - and more troops had already been sent, a Warlock with them so as to investigate if there was any relation to the mystical energies of the Aether.
The video footage once again stopped, Guranath leaned back in his chair even further. "Are we sure that this wasn't just somehow caused by even further inbreeding?" The room remained quiet for a second. "Quite, my lord." came the reply. The Arch-Regent uttered a frustrated grunt.
"Well, fuck."
Meravynn's Apartment
The Nisse sighed, bored beyond relief as she lay on her couch. She had only been back in Thanedice for two weeks and already she was getting bored. The parties just weren't like they used to - that's what had to be it, surely. Her eyes shifted away from the screen in front of her couch, which had been turned off for quite some time now, and to the weapons rack she had hanging right in her living room, much to the woes of some kid with a wealthy father that fashioned himself to be an "interior designer" she had once brought home. She liked it. Meravynn stood up, and walked over to the rack, grabbing her sturdy Designated Marksman Rifle from it. A smile appeared on her face. Only two weeks back and already wanting to go back. There truly had to be something wrong with her. She was rich - at least compared to most of Uadas' poor residents - had one of those pictographer/television things everyone in Thanedice seemed to love and want (she recalled there once being some sort of riot over them) , attended fashionable parties, and could pretty much fulfill her every need, and yet she longed to go to the Wasteland? Fuck, everyone would declare her mad next time she'd tell someone she was going back to the Wasteland - to her face, this time! That alone, perhaps, was a reason good enough to leave Thanedice for the Wastes again. Putting back the gun in the weapon rack, Meravynn nodded. Yeah, she'd go back to the Wasteland, and pretty damn soon as well.
Arch-Regent's Palace, Crisis Room
"The first report of the Warlock has come in, lord." An attendant walked over to the Arch-Regent, rising from his chair to take the report the attendant offered to him. Taking the dataslate and looking at what it showed, before looking up, concern all over his face.
"Shit."