ASTASHICA: Eternal Starborn Dominion
ASTASHICA: ETERNAL STARBORN DOMINION
As Spoken by Erythos Val’Zairan, Keeper of Forgotten Histories
"Gather, people of Astashica, and listen! I am Erythos Val’Zairan, Keeper of Forgotten Histories,
the Voice of Lost Stars. From this very forum, beneath the towering spires of New Asemeri,
I have witnessed the tides of war and the fall of empires. Heed my words,
for our world stands on the edge of annihilation!"
Standing ten feet tall, his flowing silver hair illuminated by the neon glow of the marketplace,
Erythos is a figure of imposing majesty, his deep-set, pale eyes carrying the weight of history itself.
His resonant voice commands attention, clad in robes of Kuprix-threaded silk,
adorned with obsidian glyphs of memory and fate.
"Once, our people fled the destruction of the Xothek Galaxy, escaping through fire and ruin to
this world—Astashica! The six chieftains led us, but among them, one turned to conquest.
Cosmus, the Lord of War, cast from the Asemeri League, now rules from his throne aboard
the Defiance Vanguard, the last dreadnought of the Xothek. Above his city, his warship looms,
a harbinger of destruction, and at his command—the Azurevat missiles, weapons capable
of shattering continents!"
"You do not believe? Look to the ashes of Uxnall! Once a city of might, built upon the
unshakable heights of Mount Azakar, it stood defiant—until Cosmus let loose the first of
his final weapons. A single missile, with the power of one million gigatons, and the
mountain was no more. The city? Gone! Its people? Erased!"
"But Cosmus is not the only threat. While he seeks dominion, the Ixtielan Marauders
descend like vultures upon our lands, led by Vorrak the Ash-Taker, a beast in human form.
They burn for pleasure, kill for sport, and leave behind only ruins and horror!"
"Yet, even in the darkest hour, fate moves unseen. In the far reaches of Verdantis Nexus,
a rancher’s life was shattered. Tlandar, a man with no crown, no armies, no claim to power—
yet destiny calls him to the war that will decide the fate of Astashica!"
Erythos steps forward, his baton of obsidian striking the stone beneath him,
his gaze sweeping across the gathered crowd. "Will you sit idle as war consumes our world?
Or will you stand and carve your names into history?"
"The fires rage, the missiles wait, and the Defiance Vanguard still looms.
This is our world, our war, our eternal dominion! Choose your path!"
