Summerlands | Third Era
Corpse Men. That is what the first men of the fledgling world called you. Your skin is pallid and grey, your eyes black orbs of emptiness, face expressionless and devoid of emotion. Adorned in biomechanical suits, your ancestors had resembled insectoid demons of the legends of men. But in truth, strip the armor, and you resembled the first men. Perhaps that was what both of your races had feared the most.
Your people attempted to take the fledgling world, before even the First Era, to harness the potential of newborn life. But they were not the first here. The dragons had claimed lordship over the world, ruling over men and beast. They were an ancient race, from another world, far from this galaxy. How and why they got here still remains a mystery. Nevertheless, your kin tried and failed. They left this planet, keeping away from the Dragon's Egg as they named the planet, and searched for other worlds.
Your ship was on course for the Capital, hoping to see the Matriarch finally take a husband. You are a queen of the Corpse Men. Your kin had no name for themselves, but you see it as a gift from Man to give you a name, however macabre. You, as a queen, are charged with giving birth to lowborn offspring, as well as maintaining all the lands under the young Matriarch. The queens have dwindled, as the Matriarch has just come of age, and soon your kind will have more queens and children than the stars.
Unfortunately, you could not make it to the Capital. Your ship had crashed into a planet, a grave mistake by a ship malfunction. You did not know where you landed, but as you saw the denizens of this world, you felt dread at the sight of Man, and with them their dragon masters. But no dragons were anywhere. The world looked different; more green and filled with life, unlike the sandy desert of blood and fire the dragons had ruled. The men wore different clothing, with furs and armors, unlike the rags and leathers of the first men.
Your ship was destroyed, torn in half. Many children died, and you felt each of their pain simultaneously. Some survived: five warriors armed with
rohks, scythe-like blades fastened to the arm. Your councilor had survived as well; he looked weak and frail but he was every bit as strong as he was during his prime, though now his strength lied in his wisdom. Eight chainborn have also survived, slaves bred to work endlessly without question.
Some parts of the ship still worked, such as the storage bay and the scout bay. From there you learned that a human settlement is nearby, but no one has come near the crashed ship. Luckily you crashed in water, half-submerged, your ship looks like a rock formation from afar. The growing bay is half damaged, but you still have seeds to grow. The birthing chamber is in pieces, but the DNA samples are more or less intact. The armory is completely gone, as well as the engine room.
Taking in your surroundings, you see you are surrounded in forest. To the north, according to the scans, is a settlement of man. To the south are plains, filled with grasses all shades of green. The west is a mountain, tall and steep, and you spot a few caves near the middle. To the east the river continues, into a larger lake. You are trapped on the world your ancestors died on. What do you do?
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Topic: Corpse Men [Medieval/Sci-Fi TSG] (Read 9538 times)