Post by Necrotica on Jul 28, 2008 17:09:42 GMT -5
The Shadow Clan. An empire spanning across not only our own galaxy, but dozens like it. A beacon of light in unstable lands, a name known for dedication. Courage. Justice. Once led by the MIA Armok von Darkmoor, it is currently in a sense led by the inner sanctum of veteran heroes and soldiers, with such men as Isaac and Michael Severs, and women like the beautiful Hawk of Aldria and mysterious Rose.
Although the Shadow Clan has hundreds of bases and hundreds of thousands more soldiers, from the humblest private to the most esteemed War Council, every man and woman of the Clan knows where home is--- Darkmoor, Earth. A well-kept secret, Darkmoor is the most secure country on the planet Earth. The Shadow Clan serves as the law of the land there, with the official title "Duke" or "Duchess" for the ruler of the Clan. Darkmoor is the country that comes with the heavy burden of leading the Shadow Clan, and in times of strife, a triumvirate can be formed to lead the country. A civilian, a military, and a religious leader will work together to guide the country through tough times if the Lord or Lady of the Clan is slain or captured.
Located north of the harsh, barren Siberian wastelands, Darkmoor maintains a cool, tropical temperature. The country is lush with natural resources, including platinum, several uranium fields, and untapped potentials for oil. Darkmoor is also the research capital of Earth, and leads production in both military and civilian technologies. The Spaceport near Caer Darkmoor, the sprawling city the country claimed as a namesake, is one of the best equipped and well defended in the galaxy. A constant vigil is maintained over the equipment inside Caer Darkmoor that maintains both the temperature and environment of Darkmoor, enabling the year-round growth of crops and raising of livestock to support the booming population.
The speculation is that a mix of science and primordial magics are what enable the country's pleasant environment and little else is known.
In the mundane, almost neanderthal villages of the Russian plains and the Eurasian landmasses, a peculiar illness is spreading. The initial symptoms of the lightning fast sickness are confusion, and constricted pupils. Within hours, hair loss, and loss of memory occur. Within a day, the person can no longer speak coherently, and does not understand simple instructions nor respond to danger. By hour thirty, what was once a young child, male or female, the only thing left is a savage animal.
Carnivorous, agile, and silent, these children flee the confines of their home and family, to return later to seek prey. They have an unsatiable lust for human flesh, and after their first kill, it is almost as if they lose what is left of what used to be their humanity. The virus completely breaks down millions of years of mental evolution, reducing these small humans into vicious, killing machines. Reports of these children hunting in packs has caused quite an alarm in the more educated, sophisticated regions of the world, and in some cases, countries have taken military action to quarantine entire villages, sometimes burning thousands of acres at a time.
Even more frightening are reports of parents succumbing to their children's teeth and nails, only to rise up with mortal wounds and join their children as they hunt for more human flesh. Most disturbing, however, are the reports of these children, once killed by guns or improvisational weaponry... rising from what should be a fatal injury to attack once more. Although many governments have stemmed the true reports from leaking out of the third world countries, the tidbits that escape are enough to cause rioting, looting, and mass evacuation of Russian cities.
The latest reports indicate that many military convoys leading civilians to safe zones never reach their destination, and even more terrifying stories are crushed at their source when helicopter pilots sent to survey the scene return, give their reports, and are never seen again, silenced by the Russian government.
---The Shadow Clan Newsroom
Although the Shadow Clan has hundreds of bases and hundreds of thousands more soldiers, from the humblest private to the most esteemed War Council, every man and woman of the Clan knows where home is--- Darkmoor, Earth. A well-kept secret, Darkmoor is the most secure country on the planet Earth. The Shadow Clan serves as the law of the land there, with the official title "Duke" or "Duchess" for the ruler of the Clan. Darkmoor is the country that comes with the heavy burden of leading the Shadow Clan, and in times of strife, a triumvirate can be formed to lead the country. A civilian, a military, and a religious leader will work together to guide the country through tough times if the Lord or Lady of the Clan is slain or captured.
Located north of the harsh, barren Siberian wastelands, Darkmoor maintains a cool, tropical temperature. The country is lush with natural resources, including platinum, several uranium fields, and untapped potentials for oil. Darkmoor is also the research capital of Earth, and leads production in both military and civilian technologies. The Spaceport near Caer Darkmoor, the sprawling city the country claimed as a namesake, is one of the best equipped and well defended in the galaxy. A constant vigil is maintained over the equipment inside Caer Darkmoor that maintains both the temperature and environment of Darkmoor, enabling the year-round growth of crops and raising of livestock to support the booming population.
The speculation is that a mix of science and primordial magics are what enable the country's pleasant environment and little else is known.
A strange virus...
In the mundane, almost neanderthal villages of the Russian plains and the Eurasian landmasses, a peculiar illness is spreading. The initial symptoms of the lightning fast sickness are confusion, and constricted pupils. Within hours, hair loss, and loss of memory occur. Within a day, the person can no longer speak coherently, and does not understand simple instructions nor respond to danger. By hour thirty, what was once a young child, male or female, the only thing left is a savage animal.
Carnivorous, agile, and silent, these children flee the confines of their home and family, to return later to seek prey. They have an unsatiable lust for human flesh, and after their first kill, it is almost as if they lose what is left of what used to be their humanity. The virus completely breaks down millions of years of mental evolution, reducing these small humans into vicious, killing machines. Reports of these children hunting in packs has caused quite an alarm in the more educated, sophisticated regions of the world, and in some cases, countries have taken military action to quarantine entire villages, sometimes burning thousands of acres at a time.
Even more frightening are reports of parents succumbing to their children's teeth and nails, only to rise up with mortal wounds and join their children as they hunt for more human flesh. Most disturbing, however, are the reports of these children, once killed by guns or improvisational weaponry... rising from what should be a fatal injury to attack once more. Although many governments have stemmed the true reports from leaking out of the third world countries, the tidbits that escape are enough to cause rioting, looting, and mass evacuation of Russian cities.
The latest reports indicate that many military convoys leading civilians to safe zones never reach their destination, and even more terrifying stories are crushed at their source when helicopter pilots sent to survey the scene return, give their reports, and are never seen again, silenced by the Russian government.
---The Shadow Clan Newsroom