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OOC: This is a story/rp and all posts need to be IC:. I plan to take events that happen on the servers that Eisenwald plans to reside on and turn them into stories.
If you want to say something OOC: please take it to the RoE Recruitment thread or send me a PM.
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Admiral Callaud moved down the long corridor listening to the sharp clicks and clacks of the hills of his boots and letting his fingers trail down the side of the bulkhead. These were the sounds and textures that he knew, sounds he had lived with his entire life, textures that were as familiar as if they were his own skin. Coming to a viewport the Admiral stopped for a moment to peer into the void of blackness and pinpricks of twinkling lights. Ever so often you would see a black splotch breaking up the monotonous of nothingness and pinpricks. Along the black splotch colored lights danced up and down the hulls of the ships of Eisenwald's Red Dagger Fleet.
They just floated in space like a refuge to the wayward traveler however what looked like safety could suddenly become death. These were warships with the firepower to level entire cities in a blink of an eye.
Eisenwald had been forced to flee from their homeworld many generations ago by an unstoppable force. Drifting through the universe the once great nation had no purpose and what was left of their power and influence soon vanished as the great enemy spread throughout the cluster of Eisenwald's origin.
All looked lost with only a few ships left and Eisenwald's military looking to make a last stand when a wormhole appeared. It was decided to try their luck with the wormhole the outcome which was unknown while the outcome of engaging the great enemy was assuredly defeat.
The Eisenwald fleet arrived on the outside of an unknown cluster of galaxies which they previously had no record of. Their navigation computers could not tell them where they were or even how to return to their homeworld. Surprisingly they found other humans residing within these clusters.
The remaining survivors decided to put down roots in the Elwyn Galaxy. To their dismay they found no friendly ear as they tried to warn the inhabitants of the Elwyn Galaxy, Redshift Galaxy, and Nass Galaxy about the approaching threat as surely the great enemy would find this place sooner or later and if they weren't prepared the past would repeat itself.
Generation upon generations passed and still Eisenwald could not convince the Cluster of Galaxies to unite. Each faction was hell bent on claiming dominance over the others. It was finally decided that the only way to unite the Cluster was through conquering it thus the engines of war spun up once again.
The technology had greatly increased since fleeing their homeland and they had reverse engineered much of the great enemies own technology.
Eisenwald was about to bathe this Cluster in blood. Blood that would lead to peace and unity so that preparations could finally begin for the coming of the Swarm.
If you want to say something OOC: please take it to the RoE Recruitment thread or send me a PM.
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Admiral Callaud moved down the long corridor listening to the sharp clicks and clacks of the hills of his boots and letting his fingers trail down the side of the bulkhead. These were the sounds and textures that he knew, sounds he had lived with his entire life, textures that were as familiar as if they were his own skin. Coming to a viewport the Admiral stopped for a moment to peer into the void of blackness and pinpricks of twinkling lights. Ever so often you would see a black splotch breaking up the monotonous of nothingness and pinpricks. Along the black splotch colored lights danced up and down the hulls of the ships of Eisenwald's Red Dagger Fleet.
They just floated in space like a refuge to the wayward traveler however what looked like safety could suddenly become death. These were warships with the firepower to level entire cities in a blink of an eye.
Eisenwald had been forced to flee from their homeworld many generations ago by an unstoppable force. Drifting through the universe the once great nation had no purpose and what was left of their power and influence soon vanished as the great enemy spread throughout the cluster of Eisenwald's origin.
All looked lost with only a few ships left and Eisenwald's military looking to make a last stand when a wormhole appeared. It was decided to try their luck with the wormhole the outcome which was unknown while the outcome of engaging the great enemy was assuredly defeat.
The Eisenwald fleet arrived on the outside of an unknown cluster of galaxies which they previously had no record of. Their navigation computers could not tell them where they were or even how to return to their homeworld. Surprisingly they found other humans residing within these clusters.
The remaining survivors decided to put down roots in the Elwyn Galaxy. To their dismay they found no friendly ear as they tried to warn the inhabitants of the Elwyn Galaxy, Redshift Galaxy, and Nass Galaxy about the approaching threat as surely the great enemy would find this place sooner or later and if they weren't prepared the past would repeat itself.
Generation upon generations passed and still Eisenwald could not convince the Cluster of Galaxies to unite. Each faction was hell bent on claiming dominance over the others. It was finally decided that the only way to unite the Cluster was through conquering it thus the engines of war spun up once again.
The technology had greatly increased since fleeing their homeland and they had reverse engineered much of the great enemies own technology.
Eisenwald was about to bathe this Cluster in blood. Blood that would lead to peace and unity so that preparations could finally begin for the coming of the Swarm.
