THE UNDEFEATED
EDEMAR|MORTEM
Home.
The orange buzz of activity diluted the calm violet of the coastal beachhead just beyond the confines of Mortem. It's many skyscrapers, towers and barracks dotting the three sides of the massive pyramid. Spires, stretching high into the black sky; with Ancient Eye warriors standing vigilantly. Several Hundred patrolling the perimeter. Some might call it anxious, but the Matador would call it caution. After the recent attacks, such things were simply necessary.
The cold midnight purple sky was dotted with white light piercing through its violet clouds, many of the people took pleasure in the delights of Edemar's views. A truly beautiful planet, with a interesting past. For billions of years, this planet had been in turmoil. Suffering through change after change, but now the reigns had firmly been grasped. Now, the world was known as the home of the Chieftain. Of a monster of metal and fury. Yet still it was he whom had called for the ceasefire, for the relinquish of frivolous combat.
It was power to know what one could endure.
Thus, he had invited [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] to him home, a landing pad with one of his Promethean Guards; Kabel Drei awaiting his arrival. Soon, they'd both discover what exactly Abelian was worth. And in turn, if he'd ever leave Mortem.
Home.
The orange buzz of activity diluted the calm violet of the coastal beachhead just beyond the confines of Mortem. It's many skyscrapers, towers and barracks dotting the three sides of the massive pyramid. Spires, stretching high into the black sky; with Ancient Eye warriors standing vigilantly. Several Hundred patrolling the perimeter. Some might call it anxious, but the Matador would call it caution. After the recent attacks, such things were simply necessary.
The cold midnight purple sky was dotted with white light piercing through its violet clouds, many of the people took pleasure in the delights of Edemar's views. A truly beautiful planet, with a interesting past. For billions of years, this planet had been in turmoil. Suffering through change after change, but now the reigns had firmly been grasped. Now, the world was known as the home of the Chieftain. Of a monster of metal and fury. Yet still it was he whom had called for the ceasefire, for the relinquish of frivolous combat.
It was power to know what one could endure.
Thus, he had invited [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] to him home, a landing pad with one of his Promethean Guards; Kabel Drei awaiting his arrival. Soon, they'd both discover what exactly Abelian was worth. And in turn, if he'd ever leave Mortem.