Archon's Papers

Torn and tattered messages from an ancient Archon, dictating a firsthand account of some of the events of Oreville Prime.

Whirlwind
-ut what has occurred exceeds any catastrophe ever recorded in history. Cities reduced to smoldering rubble; Houses scattered like seeds into the wind. Great ships docked on the planet have fled, never to return. Everything is looking to flee this catastrophe; hoping to outrun the Whirlwind. They cannot. The terrible gusts sweep away everything in its path, carving the fate of billions. Some decided to stay. They thought they would fare a better chance than among the stars. They were wrong. Those that have chosen to stay only suffer a slower fate. Have I made the correct choice?

Bannerfall
Houses are sent spiraling into chaos with this newfound anarchy. Many look for someone to lead us from this terrible fate. Many Kells have gone missing, possibly to hide or to die. The Kell of House Crimson sent a message on all channels today. Engineers and Scribes mostly, those with great knowledge. Kell Rilzis spoke of joining together as a race, uniting the Houses. She spoke of peace, and of working together to unite under the current threat at hand. Stood by old beliefs. Others disagreed, took advantage of the chaos; pillaged the riches of our home and set to carve their own territory. The House of Blades were swift in setting up a presence in the area, taking a well-defended building nearby. Others flock to refugee camps, living within the ruins. Others-

Luna
-ery clear that drastic measures were to be taken to escape this global catastrophe, and many believed that an offworld home was optimal. The first step to take was to venture to Luna, the moon of our planet. It had been travelled to before, multiple times. However the Skiffs had escaped during the Whirlwind, and any research stations had lost contact with the surface, going dark for eternity. It took great effort, but Houses Crimson and Blades made it safely to Luna and established colonies. It will take a great effort to make the Aries-12 colony sustainable. Additional-

Turmoil
-message again, on all channels: Crimson-Kell Rilzis has fallen in battle, killed by assassins from a scattered House. Today is day of mourning. House Crimson now looking for a new leader, one to hold us together. But we have no Kell, no Archon, and no Prime to guide us. Perhaps we are to be lost, like the other Houses. Perhaps the Radical Blades were right; change is necessary for survival. But Blades no longer recognize their own banner, and have turned to some...strange new way of life. They have cast aside their old ways like they were chains. Strange times. I must-

Servitor
A gift has befallen me, in the form of an ancient servitor. Heavily damaged by Houseless Raiders, in dire need of repairs. I hid it underground in a blocked-off metro tunnel, and began repairing it from bits of scrap. The repairs lasted days, but after the job was completed with all functions operating normally. This servitor had wandered from the East and bore the mark of House Ash. Old priests were said to have been lost forever in the storms. Perhaps it was a High Priest in the Order...Perhaps it had seen this tragedy coming. It’s name was recovered after buffing the armor plating, and on the side it was inscribed, “Polaris-12.0”

Ketch
Much has happened since last I recorded. New Crimson-kell has appeared, and have tasked us with repairs of an older vessel. Scavengers went out into the ruined cities, and brought forth bounties of technology: engines, metal plating, supplies. It was truly a massive effort, with all members working together as one. It took months, but the Ketch was complete and in proper working order. Though it is a small vessel, we will be loaded with on our belongings, and travel far off in search of remnants of the old. The ser-