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Lost empired « Thread Started on Mar 19, 2009, 6:25pm »
Several years ago there was a civilization on the planet Hesperus called the visierans. For a time they were happy, with the beings they called gods ruling with benevolence over them. However Forty years ago they completed construction on a sentient artificial intelligence. Learning new information and logic from it they learned the truth about the beings they called gods and embarked on a new path of learning. These beings, known as the Ba'al urged them to stop their foolishness and return to the old ways of living. However the visierans refused and continued on their inexorable path.
When the Ba'al decided to punish them for their hubris, the AI, which they had deemed Purgatorio rallied them together and created new engines of war for them to fight with. The deadliest of which was a massive fleet with the power to slay gods and destroy worlds. Thus began the Hell March, the first of many battles in what would come to be called the war of Lament.
in the last ten days of the war the fleet flew to the last bastion of the Ba'al, the world Vereluk. There the last gods waited for their enemies. When the fleet reached the moon, the greatest ships of the Ba'al, their black fleet, challenged the Visieran armada. For three days they fought. Despite the Black fleet's power they were defeated and the dread armada began to release their weapons on the world's surface.
However, despite their victory the planet was devastated. The once fertile plains were reduced to irradiated deserts. Those that could sought shelter in the great silos that once carried missiles of all sorts, from nuclear to kinetic. The rest shielded themselves as best as they could, but most did not survive the great poisoning of their home, killed by the toxic air, or mutated beyond madness by the radiation.
Now, forty years later the descendants of those last survivors have begun to rebuild their shattered world. Can they survive this post-apocalyptic world? Or will the story of the lost empire repeat itself once more?