I started this one in "coming of Khaa'met" but I don't want it getting too cluttered due to additional story lines coming in, so I needed to get some clutter moved. This will be a different story, an alternative beginning perhaps? We shall see where it goes! The world was special, the world was unique. It sat spinning in he vastness of space, cold, desolate, barely populated except for primitive behemoths bent on each others destruction. This world had been declared sacred, that none of their kind should ever set foot upon it. The council had decreed this, the council who were too afraid to act, the council who was too naive to see the coming danger. He and his brothers and sisters had glimpsed the future, a timn of fear and war, darkness and ultimately Chaos. Their first children called this time Rhana Dandra, their more violent children called this time Da Big Waaaagh. Some of his kind that had glimpsed this future, wailed in despair, and believed that wiping out what they, as a race, had started was the solution. They, in their fear and stupidity had corrupted the race that was to combat the threat, and peverted it into a cold mechanical monstrosity, this caused strife and civil war, his kind and their children warring across the stars. He hated this, but it gave him and his band of desperate rebels a chance, they began their plans to create their salvation.
Chotec stood and looked at the world through the glittering view ports, he was tall and slim, in body he was not dissimilar from the race that would be known as the elves in the future. His skin was finely scaled, and his facial features were offset by fine pointed teeth that jut from his lower jaw. What made Chotec special was sail down the length of his back and tail, allowing him to harness the warmth of stars improve his bodies functions. Today he was deep in thought, watching the glittering planet in the vastness of space, his fine clawed fingers pressed a series of runes on the display before him, and massive armatures began to unfold from the flanks of the ship. He caught sight of his reflection on the discs held in the arms of the ship. He was stood tall and proud, in a tight fitting bodysuit with living bone armour covering his vital parts, a technology mastered by the first children of the old ones. The discs in the ships arms were massive lenses, designed to harness the light from stars to heat oceans, a useful thing indeed, as this world was far too cold for his kind. The discs were different to the usual ones, the two largest had been altered by the far sighted elder, Tepok, to act as gateways for the rest of the rebels when the planet was warm enough.at least this way, if he was caught, he would be caught alone. He sighed, and pressed the release rune, the discs went spinning into space, then were gently pushed into place by small gyroscopic thrusters. The first step had begun.
The discs which orbited the world collected light from the star and amplified it, focusing it at each pole. As the light intensified the glaciers began to melt and low land areas began to flood. Over a period of one hundred years, a mere blink in time for the race of the old ones, the planets climate had changed from a harsh ice age to that of a temperate world. This in turn encouraged the native beasts to range far and wide, with the new availability of territory and certain groups cut off from each other, they warred less and less and began to colonise the world. This was of course, part of the plan, certain creatures would be deemed useful, others a nuisance to be rid of. Fortunately the native creature had not made it as far as the poles this was where the Great Plan would be enacted, this was where they would land,