A Return, a Departure and War. (CLOSED GESO)
Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 1:31 pm
Old hatreds never really die, they are only forgotten. They are buried beneath lies and truth like the stones that cover the graves of the dead in fear that the dead will arise once more. With every passing hour the hatred I haven't forgotten grows like a plague of boils upon my skin, each lesion the scars of their mistake... their callus disregard. The Bloodgod was not our only god, not until they came and burned away our world, our star, our moons... our souls as a people. How they simply watched as cold numbness as they unleashed their sun weapons and boiled away our oceans, and ignited the very air I once breathed into my young lungs. I haven't forgotten and soon... I shall make my fellows remember too. - Teagonus Elder Priest of Khrawwl
'It had been nearly 10,000 years since the Ventorie had been cast into the dark coldness of space; 10,000 years since the Hobbeebians came like gods upon great metal beasts in search of a phantom. They called it the Dark Scourge, told us that it would come and consume us like a predator would its prey. We unknowingly gave them permission to 'cleanse' our world believing that it would preserve us, keep us safe...Then they found our Temple and the Black Pylon. They believed we lied and harbored their enemy, so they turned their weapons against us...We tried to resist... we fought back, but it only hastened our own destruction. In the Temple they slaughtered our priests like cattle gunning them in their backs as they fled for their lives. We pleaded with them to spare our lives, but they only told us that we could already be infected and expanded their campaign. Once they knew we would not simply lay down and died quietly they turned their ships weapons from our own and targeted our home star. I commanded all our ships to attack, but if was for not. Their fleet returned to our world and they unleased weapons so devastating it has never been seen since. Their beams look as like our own sun was forged intoa spear and flung at us with all the power it could muster.
Our skies turned orange and where set aflame, the clouds rained bolts of liquid fire upon our cities, our oceans boiled away, those of us who could fled to space and watched as our only home was shattered and set ablaze! Then it came... The truest monster of our worst nightmares. A vessel beyond imaginings burst into our system and fired a single shot so impressive that our star could not handle it. So it distorted and grew and consumed all the planets and moons, and the rocks... then it began to collapse. We rejoiced thinking that the Hobbeebians would be eaten by the black hole they had created, but they halted the collapse and harvested the stars core for themselves... "
The ever so watchful attendance sat to the edge of their seat as they listened to the oldest and wisest of them speak of the past, and the glorious stolen from them by the very ones who now claim to foster galactic peace. The speech was deliberate and unsubtle, Taegonus knew what he was doing. His people where no longer what they once where. They had devolved into monsters who had to survive by any means they had. They where Ventorie by blood, but they where no longer his people. They belonged to Dragas the Fleet Master and his legion of Blood Prophets. Taergonus knew this, but he also knew that Dragas was no smarter then the rest and his words would anger Dragas who would then seek retribution... Dragas would be the instrument of Taergonus' vengeance. He would strike a blow against the Hobbeebians like none before.
"This! ( pointing out a window to the the still floating debris of that day, the partially harvested star core still in its place.) This is what is left of our peoples history! It is them who set our people to the stars to rot and decay under our own weight! Yet we have survived... we have lived and fought to survive! Now our numbers swell our fleet grows! So why are we still here?" he asked while gazing at Dragas who gave a low grumble in response.
"Why are we still living in scrapheaps of ships and not on a planet of our own?! No longer... No longer should we sit here rolling in self pity!... Khrawwl Demands Blood does he not?!? Then lets give our lord the blood he demands! Let us bring him blood and land for his glory!"
The Ventorie present began to roar in rage and zealous fervor feeling empowered by the determination shown by Taergonus, Dragas included, who then took the stage for himself.
"Our Wise Priest speaks truth! We will have our own lands! We will rebuild!... and we will bring the ancient murderers a war to their doorsteps like non they have ever seen. We will tear them asunder offer their blood to Khrawwl and feast on their flesh for generations to come. We shall not do them the same mercy they afforded us by try to end us quickly... no we shall make their children's, children pay for their butchery! All ship Masters to your post and await orders! Today we set history right!" The Ventorie shouted even more at the prospect of war and battle and began to return to their own respective ships.
Taergonus grinned slightly and placed a hand on Dragas and spoke softly.
"There is a system far from here that is perfect for sustaining our people. It has been known to me for meany years, but we where not ready to receive it... today we are it is in the Daemuntus System... it is deep in a violent sulfur plasma nebula it will be dangerous, but I can lead our people there. I can rebuild our people Dragas... Give me the Foundries and farms and I shall build you a base in which to wage a war for all time to come."
Dragas snarled at the idea of handing Taergonus the Foundry and farm ships, but the idea of having a permanent base of operations was far more appealing.
"Then it shall be done. You will take them and my Blood Prophets and you will find us a home." Dragas then turned away and left the room leaving Taergonus alone to his thoughts.
"Go my instrument... play my a ballad of discord..."
Taergonus System- Ventorie Home system (Deceased) Ventorie Migrant Fleet
'It had been nearly 10,000 years since the Ventorie had been cast into the dark coldness of space; 10,000 years since the Hobbeebians came like gods upon great metal beasts in search of a phantom. They called it the Dark Scourge, told us that it would come and consume us like a predator would its prey. We unknowingly gave them permission to 'cleanse' our world believing that it would preserve us, keep us safe...Then they found our Temple and the Black Pylon. They believed we lied and harbored their enemy, so they turned their weapons against us...We tried to resist... we fought back, but it only hastened our own destruction. In the Temple they slaughtered our priests like cattle gunning them in their backs as they fled for their lives. We pleaded with them to spare our lives, but they only told us that we could already be infected and expanded their campaign. Once they knew we would not simply lay down and died quietly they turned their ships weapons from our own and targeted our home star. I commanded all our ships to attack, but if was for not. Their fleet returned to our world and they unleased weapons so devastating it has never been seen since. Their beams look as like our own sun was forged intoa spear and flung at us with all the power it could muster.
Our skies turned orange and where set aflame, the clouds rained bolts of liquid fire upon our cities, our oceans boiled away, those of us who could fled to space and watched as our only home was shattered and set ablaze! Then it came... The truest monster of our worst nightmares. A vessel beyond imaginings burst into our system and fired a single shot so impressive that our star could not handle it. So it distorted and grew and consumed all the planets and moons, and the rocks... then it began to collapse. We rejoiced thinking that the Hobbeebians would be eaten by the black hole they had created, but they halted the collapse and harvested the stars core for themselves... "
The ever so watchful attendance sat to the edge of their seat as they listened to the oldest and wisest of them speak of the past, and the glorious stolen from them by the very ones who now claim to foster galactic peace. The speech was deliberate and unsubtle, Taegonus knew what he was doing. His people where no longer what they once where. They had devolved into monsters who had to survive by any means they had. They where Ventorie by blood, but they where no longer his people. They belonged to Dragas the Fleet Master and his legion of Blood Prophets. Taergonus knew this, but he also knew that Dragas was no smarter then the rest and his words would anger Dragas who would then seek retribution... Dragas would be the instrument of Taergonus' vengeance. He would strike a blow against the Hobbeebians like none before.
"This! ( pointing out a window to the the still floating debris of that day, the partially harvested star core still in its place.) This is what is left of our peoples history! It is them who set our people to the stars to rot and decay under our own weight! Yet we have survived... we have lived and fought to survive! Now our numbers swell our fleet grows! So why are we still here?" he asked while gazing at Dragas who gave a low grumble in response.
"Why are we still living in scrapheaps of ships and not on a planet of our own?! No longer... No longer should we sit here rolling in self pity!... Khrawwl Demands Blood does he not?!? Then lets give our lord the blood he demands! Let us bring him blood and land for his glory!"
The Ventorie present began to roar in rage and zealous fervor feeling empowered by the determination shown by Taergonus, Dragas included, who then took the stage for himself.
"Our Wise Priest speaks truth! We will have our own lands! We will rebuild!... and we will bring the ancient murderers a war to their doorsteps like non they have ever seen. We will tear them asunder offer their blood to Khrawwl and feast on their flesh for generations to come. We shall not do them the same mercy they afforded us by try to end us quickly... no we shall make their children's, children pay for their butchery! All ship Masters to your post and await orders! Today we set history right!" The Ventorie shouted even more at the prospect of war and battle and began to return to their own respective ships.
Taergonus grinned slightly and placed a hand on Dragas and spoke softly.
"There is a system far from here that is perfect for sustaining our people. It has been known to me for meany years, but we where not ready to receive it... today we are it is in the Daemuntus System... it is deep in a violent sulfur plasma nebula it will be dangerous, but I can lead our people there. I can rebuild our people Dragas... Give me the Foundries and farms and I shall build you a base in which to wage a war for all time to come."
Dragas snarled at the idea of handing Taergonus the Foundry and farm ships, but the idea of having a permanent base of operations was far more appealing.
"Then it shall be done. You will take them and my Blood Prophets and you will find us a home." Dragas then turned away and left the room leaving Taergonus alone to his thoughts.
"Go my instrument... play my a ballad of discord..."