Greetings hermanos; long time has past last time we met, and in fact, word is that the elders im talking to arent the same elders i spoke in the past.
Allow me to re-introduce my self.
I was and... still am a corsair, what i was told by my family was that i was found a baby in a wreckage in omicron delta of a civilian ship, and was raised and teached by the corsair way, my heart is always beating for the hispaniola and our capital crete.
I always felt i was different, i had dreams, and voices that always whispered to me in my mind and i never understood the meaning of them.
I grew to be a warrior and was the leader of the Omicron War Lords family in Crete.
One day all that changed.
In a confrontation with a brother from malta i destroyed his ship and scooped his cargo, and in the spoils there was.... Cardaminia.
I had a massive urge to try it, almost as i was compelled, the moment i did so, the voices i heard in my dreams became real and i was overwelmed with visions... i saw a green planet... and cardamine, it was malta.
I needed to speak with someone from malta that understood what was happening, and i had a meeting with someone from the oracle tribe, named Thomas.
Thomas like me had the same experience, and invited me to drink liquid cardamine, to solve this dillema once and for all; after doing so something in me awakened, and i understood what was going on.
I wasnt a man, a corsair... i was much more then that.
I had a seed in me, another entity that awoke with the intake of cardamine.
The meeting ended, and i contacted the elders explaining was happened.
I was exiled, and disapeared from existence. In Solitude in the fringes of Sirius i reflected, experienced and tried to made some sense of what this entity in me wanted and how to understand it.
And then...
We were two, and then became one.
It was all clear to me
I was planted near your territory to be raised by you and to better understand you.
I am Cleaver the Corsair and Hrash'a the voice of spirits
I name them spirits so you understand, their name is not understandable in vocal language, Yes these are the entities you all encountered in the cloud when you passed from boys to men.
My purpose is to serve as a bridge between the "spirits" and the corsair nation.
They call me the voice, you can see me as an embassador of sorts.
I returned to you because i have a story and a warning.
I will tell you the story of the spiritos.
Do you beleive in god?
*Cleaver's eyes start glowing red*
If there was something close as god it existed, created, nurtured, and managed the universe as we know today. These gods had awe inspiring machines and created life, modified the galaxy to their needs, experimented, and one day left.
These gods left their machines behind, and to prevent that such treasures would fall in the wrong hands, to cause destruction, entropy, they created guardians.
The guardians were living flesh machines whoose sole purpose was to protect the treasures of the gods.
Eons passed, and the guardians became sentient, and altough they still kept their mission to protect, they started to explore their surroundings, roaming the stars, experiencing, tasting, and craving for more.
The guardians were ruled by one collective mind; they were one, in many.
But one day, some started to have other wishes and ambitions, other then the mission to protect, they no longer wanted to be caretakers, they wanted to taste, consume, pillage, defile, like a... locust plague, as time went by few became many, and what was one with many, became two, and the great split occoured.
A great conflict started and the good flesh removed the bad flesh, the guardians prevailed.
The ursurpers were disposed put in an endless sleep and banished into a secluded planet far far away .
Eons went by...
You arrived, and landed everywere, and we watched your tribes grow; you were the closest to us, and we grew curious of you we saw you endure your hardships, survive and thrive, like a child growing into an adult. You found our masters trinkets, and learned to some extent to understand and use them, and that made us wonder the potential your tribe had.
Many years later we felt the ursurpers once again; they were awakened.
We sent some of us to explore the planet where we left them, and noticed activity on the planet one of your tribes was there. They named them selves gallic. The planet was very well defended and far away, and those were the last memories we had from our explorers, as they were destroyed by gallic ships.
These Gallics like you have trinkets and used them to bolster their ships and advance their tribe.
Manipulated by the ursurpers these Gallics only think on Conquest, pillage, expansion, and domination of everything, they are ruled by a King, and the king is a puppet, we assume the king is seeded with an ursurper and does their bidding.
We avoided direct confrontation, and we planned to plant seeds on leaders of other tribes, so these tribes would unite and contain and erradicate the ursupers and their gallic puppets.
We managed to acomplish this to some extent, but were foiled by a human named Edison Trent. Our plan failed, and the Gallics started their expansion, the Bretonian tribe is failing to Gallics while the other tribes watch like its not their problem.
*Cleaver's eyes dim into normality*
Hermanos
There is a threat bigger then anything brewing, i ask of you to contemplate, and reflect upon this message.
The Guardians guard, its their purpose they have nothing against you, as long as you dont go to their territory; dont see them as a threat.
As we stand Gallics are taking over Bretonia, i ask of you not to help the Bretonians, but to prevent Gallics to go past Bretonia.
Should you encounter these Gallics in our territories or in our areas of influence, and this includes Bretonia please hermanos show no mercy; do not negotiate with them, give them death.
If you encounter Spirits, Guardians, please let them do their purpose, wich is to keep the ballance, contain gallics and the ursurpers.
Great part of me is Corsair, and i also think like one, when these Gallics are defeated you will have an undefended Bretonia and then you can do what you always planned for.
I wish you best regards... and a bottle of teqilla!
*Cleavers eyes Glow red and he makes a respectfull bow*
*Cleaver's eyes dim to normality and he raises his fist and yells*
Disclaimer - i understand this adds some elements into the existing lore, and admins are free to snip and censor what they feel should be left out, i just had a burst of creativity and wanted to make good use of it for the comunity.
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