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One million (or is it... billion?) years later...
« on: July 23, 2006, 04:17:06 am »
It is the time of the Third Galactic Golden Age. The universe has changed. Memories of the second Golden age are all but lost. Restricted to a few passages in musty textbooks and the words of alien nursary rhymes.
However, a link stronger than time exists between this age and the last. That of the Galactic Religion. Present on almost every world, few can deny there must be some truth in it. How else could the same images, the same gods, have arisen independantly on almost every civilised world? As each species became wise to science and the ways of the universe, the gods of old were unfailingly associated with key concepts regarding the structure of all that is:


Note: This is not an RP thread. This is designed to be a showcase of pictures and ideas set in this future galaxy. If you want to participate then know this: It is unlikely your current race has survived this long, and if they have they will be substantially changed... in fact if you want to set your old race in the new galaxy please consult me so I can be sure theyre sufficiently changed. But it would be nice if we could see some brand new civilisations. (remember, almost all of them worship the three Gods) Lets call them Chaos, Neutral and Order for now (you can figure out which is which ;))

Note 2: this is not some compulsory shake up of the whole board. No one is forcing you to change your creature in the 'present'

The Galactic Religion
Varies depending on which species practises it, but there are several features common to all its variants

ViS
Is always 'Lawful' or 'Ordered'. It inhabits the realm of Subspace. Depending on the species it can be regarded as good and benevolent, evil and malicious, or just indifferent.

Naucean
Is always Neutral. He inhabits a different 'plane' of truespace, or our own universe. Naucean represents balance and renewal and is often linked with reincarnation.

Torpal
Is always Chaotic. He inhabits hyperspace. As with the other two he can be seen as a strong protector or a vicious enemy.

Each of these can be worshipped in any number of ways. A warlike race who believe ViS to be the good god will practise methodical combat, emphasising numbers and solid tactics whereas a warlike race who see Torpal as the Principal god will be zealous and brutal.
Peaceful believers in torpal will usually shun technology in favour of culture, while the opposite is true for ViS followers.
As always, Naucean exists in equilibrium between these two.

Essentially, each species sees one of the gods as evil (and will strive to be unlike him) one as good (and will try to be like him) and one as Neutral (and will worship him, but pay no real heed to his desires)
Of course, as with all religions there are permutations, cults and heretics with their own version of events.
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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #1 on: July 23, 2006, 04:33:12 am »
By Hydromancer &  Krakow Sam

The Galactic religion varies depending on which species practises it, but there are several features common to all its variants

ViS  - Lawful
Asscocated with Order and Knolledge

ViS is always 'Lawful' or 'Ordered'. It inhabits the realm of Subspace. Depending on the species it can be regarded as good and benevolent, evil and malicious, or just indifferent. Preist of ViS wear white robes.


Naucean - Neutral
Asscocated with Time and Wisdom

Naucean is always Neutral. He inhabits a different 'plane' of truespace, or our own universe. Naucean represents balance and renewal and is often linked with reincarnation. They are passive and belive in balance and its palce in the universe as a whole. Preist of Naucean wear blue robes.

Torpal - Chaos
Asscocated with War and Honor

Torpal is always Chaotic. He inhabits hyperspace. As with the other two he can be seen as a strong protector or a vicious enemy. They show their faith through example and have a strong sense or honor. Preist of Torpal wear brown robes.


Each of these can be worshipped in any number of ways. A warlike race who believe ViS to be the good god will practise methodical combat, emphasising numbers and solid tactics whereas a Warlike race who see Torpal as the Principal god will be zealous and brutal.
Peaceful believers in torpal will usually shun technology in favour of culture, while the opposite is true for ViS followers.
As always, Naucean exists in equilibrium between these two.
« Last Edit: July 23, 2006, 04:53:29 am by Hydromancerx »

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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #2 on: July 23, 2006, 04:38:54 am »
Some Distant Dawn

Rebirth

The Marriante ship left in a hurry, and didn't check back. Well, who would have known that the cloning would have gone so unexpectedly and spectacularly wrong? Perhaps we should help these people? Well, perhaps not. Even philanthropy has its limits when life and limb are at stake.

---

It was some time since anyone had swum or even stepped through this place. The derelict broken eggshells of buildings, and other pieces of mouldering technology, lay strewn about and broken like some long forgotten giant's toys. Sand had blown in and the dust of the desert covered the dead landscape. The hot sun beat down, and there was a gentle heat haze rising from the ground.
The years had turned this flat plain, once ocean bed, to waterless desert. The signs of water were all around, gouged into the rocks, but the water itself was gone, evaporated into the baking heat to never rain again. The orbital inverse soletta which once shielded this place from the sun now hung broken and torn in the sky, the jagged ring pierced by a bright jewel of blinding light.

Kicking up clouds of dust as it did so, a small landing craft broke the monotonous whistle of the wind and touched gently onto the sand. Some minutes later, a hatch opened in the side and a group of three creatures in environmental protective gear clanked down the walkway onto the dunes. The last one through the hatchway pressed a button on his arm and the hatch and walkway folded up onto the side of the ship with a near-silent hiss.
Waving scanners around, they walked slowly down the dune and towards the buildings. One of them slipped and slid down the rest of the way, picking himself up sheepishly as the others followed more carefully. A second pointed at one building, larger than the others, and they made their way towards it glancing at their scanners every few steps. They reached the broken building and stepped under a broken archway inside.

They left some while later carrying what appeared to be a large block of metal. Struggling with it they eventually managed to drag it up the dune and towards their ship. They stopped breathless as they reached the hatch, and whilst one lowered it, another swung his scanner over the block in a slow arc taking careful note of the readings. When the hatch was fully extended, they heaved the bulk onto the ramp and disappeared into the heart of the ship.

---

"What is it?" said one, as the block was lifted onto a large table surrounded by electronic equipment. "Is that what was giving off those readings?"
"No," came the reply, "but it's certainly what we were intended to find. Remember the altar we found it on? It's like this thing is sacred."
"Should we be poking around with it, then?"
"Don't be silly. It's just metal. What's so holy about a block of metal that we can't try to work out what it is, or what it does?"
"Nothing, I guess. Come on, let's run the analysis."

Some hours later, they stepped back away from their equipment. The first pointed to the display he had been working at. "I think I have it at last. It's not a weapon, it's not dangerous as such-"
"As such?"
"Well, it would hurt if I dropped it on you," was the irritable reponse.
"True."
"But anyway, it seems like it holds a bunch of encoded data."
"Like our computers?"
"I believe so. I'll run a few more tests later on, and maybe we can figure out what it is." He turned and faced the other two. "I'll tell you what I find."

---

From a distance the ship in orbit stood out as a mote, a spark of glinting light that jumped out of the starry background. It drifted lazily as it swung around the planet, then disappeared as it briefly fell into the shadow of the soletta.
The planet itself was a dirty brownish-yellow, capped at the poles by a light dusting of white. The deep cuts of canyons and the huge soaring mountain ranges stood proud, caught in profile by the pallid light of the star which burned steadily away at the surface of the planet. Huge plains and deserts swathed the planet with their dust, reaching even to the very polar tips.
Behind the planet space hung like a speckled canvas. The faint sheen of the galactic disc was strung across dotted by bright stars and dark nebulae. From this vantage point, the other planets were barely visible caught in the same light from the system's star.

As the ship exited the shadow of the soletta, it glinted a few final times and then passed in its orbit to disappear behind and out of view.

---

"This is incredible! What a find, what a find!" The Marriante stepped away from the consoles and ran through the corridors of his ship, bursting onto the bridge to greet his two companions who were currently engaged in a holographic strategy game. They paused as he entered, and waited for him to catch his breath.
"It's... well... it's just amazing! The computer took a look through it and, well..."
"What, what is it?"
"It's like a whole other race! It's just reams and reams of data, just stored there, sitting in that box like a giant memory bank. It describes an entire race! Long gone, apparently, since none of our records match anything in there. Well, there were a few things, but nothing important."
"You mean - that's an entire race's history stored in that block?"
"It could be. I guess there might be some stuff missing. I can't translate a lot of it, and some of it seems to be corrupted or damaged, but there's a lot of information in there."
He stopped, and stared at the other two.
"Do you realise what this means?"
One of them shook his head, whilst the other responded, "Do we get any money out of this?"
"Yes, we will get money, but that's not the point! We have an entirely new race here, a new culture! I would guess if we looked around long enough we might happen upon some ancient technology, which might be far greater than our own. The possibilities are endless."
The other smirked. "If they're dead, they probably don't have anything to offer us. They can't have had good technology, or at least it can't have saved them from whatever happened."
"We'll see," came the determined reply.


Note to self - finish later when brain is working.
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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #3 on: July 23, 2006, 07:23:29 am »
The Untainted Empire

One of the oldest civilisations known in this period of time is colloquially known as the Untainted Empire. Occupying a vast region of space it is a mysterious and constant preasence. Very little is known regarding the Empire because it has earned the fear of every other spacefaring civilisation. The reason for this is that the people of the Empire do not worship, or even acknowledge the existance of, The Three. In a Galaxy where acknowledgement of The Three is as constant as the acknowledgement of gravity this is an unthinkable and terrifying prospect.
Legends tell that the Empire sprang up from the vacuum left by another great civilisation of long ago, which had suddenly dissapeared one day. Old space captains tell of finding themselves in the territory of the Empire after miscalculations and being subjected to mystifying messages of 'purification' and 'the will of our Emperor' before inevitably being attacked by vessels which looked like primitive sea creatures.
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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #4 on: July 23, 2006, 07:56:42 am »
The Dead Zone

There are many places in space where it is so far from a star, so intensely cold that all atomic movement stops. All things cease to function. These points, however, are easily avoidable though by even conventional sensor sweeps. But there is one place, one sector of space where no life exists. In it, movement is slowed as time seems to come to a crawl. In the center rests what would be called a black hole, but it causes no spacial distortion, no more pull than a standard star, around which orbit five dead and empty rocks. Defying all logic and physics, this place is called by all a place where the Gods have not touched. What could have caused such a great death though? Such a horrific thing as this? Only those brave enough to explore will find out.
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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #5 on: July 23, 2006, 11:51:36 am »
The Harvestmen

Although not as widespread as the worship of the three, tales of the harvestmen are amongst the most wide-spread legends in our galaxy. Many have claimed to have seen these apparitions. the legends tell that when a truly great person dies, be they a warrior, scientist or leader, a harvestman will come for their soul. No  barrier can stand in its way, no weapon can harm it and no power can stop it. To the eye they look like a figure shrouded in a robe, seemingly made off dark mist, in one hand they carry a strange artifact that seems to be how they remove the soul, in another they carry a blade made out of pure heat and light.
All attempts to find any trace of these creatures has drawn a blank. excavations on ancient worlds have revealed only scraps of information and talk of worlds where ghosts and spirits wander between towers of false light.

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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #6 on: July 23, 2006, 02:34:41 pm »
Godless Zone (Aka the old ruins of Ęthiran Empire)

This is all that is left of the Ęthiran Empire. A zone full of old ruins death and decay. It is said that no Gods watches of this place. Just the ancient Temporial guardian build so many years ago by the children of Ęthir. This place harbors heretics and other dissidents. Is also a places that draws many adventures looking of old forgot artfacts. The Godless zone is full of danger. Old machines still tends to the ruins and many of the experiments Ęthirans genetic experiments still stalks the old cities. Those that have lived long enough in the Godless zone is hardly supriced by anything. They are also quite often Mad. Even traveling in this forsaken part of space can trow you of course or even kill you if do not know what you are doing. Is not hard to see why only foolish men and Exiles form society go to this places.
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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #7 on: July 23, 2006, 03:31:05 pm »
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The Followers of Kangor

In certain parts of the universe there are fairy tales of a powerful civilization that worshipped a powerful demon named Kangor. When this civilization was still young the demon Kangor was killed by several powerful blasts from the vengeful Gods. Kangor was supposedly killed by the blasts when he lived in a tower of metal where he could be heard by all of his folowers. When he was attacked the wicked Kangor was revived by his most faithful followers and continued to control the people. But Kangor had a weakness. It was power, he stole the Gods weapons, weapons which he could not control, and tried to convert the other people of the Universe. The Gods, in a rage,  took back control of their weapons and used them to kill the followers of Kangor in a green fireball that burned for 200 years. So the wicked demon Kangor once again excaped into the hearts and minds of us all. When a person trys to obtain power they cannot control it is said that they have a "Kangorian" streak.

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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #8 on: July 23, 2006, 04:23:26 pm »
The Marriante


The Marriante think they can solve the galaxy's problems. Unfortunately they are totally inadequate for this task. Clueless to the realities of eeconomics and just about everything else the Marriante 'philanthropists' travel the galaxy delivering cake to the starving, huge weapons of war to those under slight threat of attack, deforestation to planets suffering from fuel shortages and other forms of stupid and shortsighted 'help'. The Marriante see Vis as the principal god but totally fail to be efficient or useful. Torpal represents all they hate, but ironically they are likely more destructive than even the most bloodthirsty Torpal followers.
They are nontheless quite powerful due to the fact they always manage to benefit from the victims of their 'help' and due to the fact they have severly stunted the development of all their immediate neighbors with their kind deeds.
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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #9 on: July 23, 2006, 04:50:48 pm »
The Brotherhood of the Protectors

As the times has gone, when wars where brewing, unrest was growing, there was often some interference that prevented thing from going all wrong, witnesses of different Could-have-been-disaster scenes have often reported strange sightings of mysterious beings being on the exact place where they could prevent a disaster or a conflict. Sometimes just by uttering a word, pushing a button, or moving an object half an inch, they prevented a disaster that could have killed billions.

The other things these sightings have in common is the fact that no one saw the persons more than half a minute before the incidents and that they always seem to disappear right afterwards without a trace.
Despite numerous investigations over the years; no one knows who the persons are, they appear to be of different species and only a common feature in appearance in the form of a black, lens shaped medalion...

Conspiracy theories about these beings are numerous... Some extremists say that the group is Negroid worshipers, trying to lull the galaxy into a false sense of security until they can assemble a fleet to take over with. Others mean that the beings are mythological beings called "Guardian Angels" from primitive religions of some of the smaller civilizations.

Some believe that the "Brotherhood of the Protectors" as they name the phenomenon, is a society in communication with precursors who guide them and support them while the brotherhood does their biding. Most experts in precursor species say that such talk is nonsense since all know that species ascend when they reach their technologically peak, so they finally can get rid of this existence.

The believers of this theory say that they fell that there is evidence that a littel known precursor species called the Wexxians did not ascend because of their "Love for all life!" Of course this theory is very unlikely since there is a wide agreement in archaeological societies that a race like the Wexxians never have existed, and likely has its origin in the fictional book "The Halycon War"

Indeed it seams unlikely that we ever will find the truth in this mystery...
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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #10 on: July 23, 2006, 06:29:21 pm »
The Murrlhoth:
Considered by many leading scientists to be one of the most ancient races currently inhabiting the universe, the Murrlhoth are known for their nonsensical rants about their race having physical contact with Gods and Precursor species, which is often disgarded as rubbish by other species as the Murrlhoth show no signs of superiority over other life in the galaxy, as would befit a chosen favorite of the Gods. However, few voice their opinions around a Murrlhoth, as they are known for their short tempers and powerful arms.

Mostly, the Murrlhoth's role in the galaxy is quite small, they'll trade for what they want and they'll fight who they don't like. From those who can stomach listening to the Murrlhoth's claims that their ancestors actually managed to bite Torpal and Naucean, the galaxy has learned that the Murrlhoth are constantly on a quest of discovery, trying to find the "Cosmic Sphincther"(Murrlhoth translation devices are known to be rather faulty, however, most assume this is actually what they mean), so that they may leave this Universe and finally get a taste of ViS.

Religiously, the Murrlhoth don't seem to revere any of the three Gods, although they often speak of them excitedly. They seem to carry most respect for followers of Torpal, and find the followers of Naucean to be "Fencesitting ninnies."

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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #11 on: July 23, 2006, 09:23:24 pm »
The Sylass

The Sylass hail from "dark world", an anomalous planet where the sun's light does not reach the surface. The Sylass therefor evolved without the use of sight, instead relying on echo location. Their crest is an incredibly sensitive organ that can pick up even the slightest vibration in the air. The sound of footsteps in a distant location would allow them to "visualize" the space extremely accurately.

When the Sylass decided to take to the stars they were presented with a unique problem. With no sound in space, how were they going to see? They created artificial eyes that interface directly with their brain through the use of cybernetic technology. This procedure is reserved to only essential personnel of space faring vessels, as well as government officials and offworld diplomats. Although, as long as a Sylass has the currency, there are plenty of blackmarket chop shops that will perform this procedure.

Overall, they are known as scientists, explorers, and anthropologist. Their place is in the galaxy is that of an observer. They only claim dominance over a handful of solar systems, preferring instead to set up small colonize on civilized worlds in hopes of sharing knowledge and technology with other peaceful species.

They are worshipers of truespace.

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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #12 on: July 24, 2006, 12:44:35 am »
The Pantomis-Cerebrite Empire


The Pantomii were a primitive race from a primitive planet. They were fierce warriors and mighty hunters but they just lacked the intelligence to take their conquering spirit to the cosmos. That all changed when their planet was visited by the Cerebrite. What the Pantomii lacked in brains, the cerebrites lacked in brawn, and thus one of the strongest alliances was born.

When a Pantomis reaches maturity, his or her head is surgical removed, at which point a Cerebrite takes control of the body. The Pantomis' head is kept alive so that it can interface with the many war machines the empire has created.

The Pantomis-Cerebrite Empire is feared throughout the galaxy. They're particularly known for collecting the bodies of their enemy's fallen soldiers, reanimating, and using them to aid their conquest. When a planet is conquered, the empire will leave two representatives behind: A Cerebrite and a Pantomis, sometimes sporting the body of their fallen enemy.

The Pantomis and Cerebrites are followers of the Torpal and Hyperspace.
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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #13 on: July 24, 2006, 01:02:37 am »
Woah. That's gotta be one of the single coolest things I've seen posted on this board. The little one sort of makes me think of Invader Zim style art/animation.
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Re: One million years later...
« Reply #14 on: July 24, 2006, 03:14:39 am »
The Kreel

One of the races that live in this time period are The Kreel.

They are a race of travelers- they have no homes and wander the universe constantly.
Their society is based around the 30 tribes- each tribe has a leader who is on the council of all The Kreel. Each Tribe has thier own ships, which join together to make The Kreel fleet.
As you can see from the picture, Kreel have immensley long legs, which they used to travel their large homeworld. They have small tusks and blue skin, and can swim as well as run at an extrodianry pace. Thier only natural weopon is thier tail, which they can swing at foes attacking from behind.

Their ideololy rotates around always moving- they have always had a nomadic lifestyle, space travel simply allowed them to continue with it. The thought of staying where they are is alien- constant travel is nessacary. This belief makes them Torpal worshippers- the Chaos shone out to them.

A Kreel saying is:
"Moving Water is always fresh, Still water stagnant."

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