“Kydahn, long stripped of any pretense to paradisiacal splendor, had lost the delicate equilibrium of its native ecologies generations before the close of the Twenty-Sixth Age. The old myths—of gardens, of rivers, of a world verdant and benign—had already decayed into the realm of ancestral fiction by the time the great storms became ceaseless. By then, weather itself had transformed from a pattern to an affliction, with thunderheads mounting in endless procession, sheeting rain and electrostatic violence falling with such regularity that daylight and night became indistinguishable beneath the bruised heavens. The planet’s surface was battered relentlessly, its landscapes scoured to bone and fissure, its seas whipped into permanent fury.”
“Though Kydahn’s civilization had descended into an age of weary decadence, there was never a point at which it could be called helpless. The arcological cities, their superstructures streaked by perpetual rain and lashed by lightning without cease, were no mere havens for the powerless or the resigned.”
—Excerpts From ‘Ecology’
UPCOMING LORE:
- Regime
- Chronology
- Legacy
- Origin
- Decline
- Ecology
