Post by Zanathanicxanathein on May 25, 2011 13:37:56 GMT -5
Long ago, in a time before this, was a single system orbiting a violet sun. The third planet of this system was extremely beautiful, with thriving flourished life and crystal pure water. It was perfect, for all life. This planet was orbited by five moons, one of which was extremely large and close, almost as large as the planet itself.
Upon this world, a small humanoid female with a full drown of white feathers looked up at this moon and vowed her kind would explore it someday.
Not only did her kind live up to that vow, it surpassed it completely.
They are the Ineoalio, the strongest, most peaceful race to have ever existed. They are spread upon five worlds, including a handmade one. They bring even ice and desert worlds to the point of paradise, honing a fleet of stellar ships to deadly force. They are the First People. This is their world.
Current Plot: It is the year 8014 on an Ineoalian calendar (year 2018 on a human one). Xyress Daeraxiidaliiaze, an Ineoalio no older than 13, sits upon the might thrown after her mother’s untimely passing. She is thin and frail, shy and uncertain of who she is or her decisions. But with within her skinny bones is the fierce loyalty and everlasting strength of a powerful leader.
Movement has been observed from the Raaqune, the Ineoalio's neighbors, literally just two planets away. They seek complete control over the entire system, seeking to enslave and even eradicate their humanoid enemies. Many large battles have been waged between the two races before.
The Ineoalio control four planets and their moons, Plant I, II, III, and V. the Raaqune control planet IV. The Ineoalio have superior weapons and armor. The Raaqune have strength in their own numbers. It is not a fair fight.
Yet why are the Ineoalio loosing?
Full war is something the Ineoalio does not like, nor are they ever really prepared for it. They do not like confrontation; they do not see the point in harming another. But the Raaqune are the complete opposite. They are always itching for a fight, always poking sharply at the Ineoalio's door. The Ineoalio may have the upper hand in equipment, but the Raaqune has the experience.
Whoever wins this battle is the race that lives on.
The other dies.
Upon this world, a small humanoid female with a full drown of white feathers looked up at this moon and vowed her kind would explore it someday.
Not only did her kind live up to that vow, it surpassed it completely.
They are the Ineoalio, the strongest, most peaceful race to have ever existed. They are spread upon five worlds, including a handmade one. They bring even ice and desert worlds to the point of paradise, honing a fleet of stellar ships to deadly force. They are the First People. This is their world.
Current Plot: It is the year 8014 on an Ineoalian calendar (year 2018 on a human one). Xyress Daeraxiidaliiaze, an Ineoalio no older than 13, sits upon the might thrown after her mother’s untimely passing. She is thin and frail, shy and uncertain of who she is or her decisions. But with within her skinny bones is the fierce loyalty and everlasting strength of a powerful leader.
Movement has been observed from the Raaqune, the Ineoalio's neighbors, literally just two planets away. They seek complete control over the entire system, seeking to enslave and even eradicate their humanoid enemies. Many large battles have been waged between the two races before.
The Ineoalio control four planets and their moons, Plant I, II, III, and V. the Raaqune control planet IV. The Ineoalio have superior weapons and armor. The Raaqune have strength in their own numbers. It is not a fair fight.
Yet why are the Ineoalio loosing?
Full war is something the Ineoalio does not like, nor are they ever really prepared for it. They do not like confrontation; they do not see the point in harming another. But the Raaqune are the complete opposite. They are always itching for a fight, always poking sharply at the Ineoalio's door. The Ineoalio may have the upper hand in equipment, but the Raaqune has the experience.
Whoever wins this battle is the race that lives on.
The other dies.
