I wasn’t able to find my ship again. I don’t know what to do, I’m stuck in this mount of ice. I think this log became a diary by now. Why should I keep writing this on if I’m gonna die soon?
From Pilot JC, a true warrior-poet of Eld: War is coming it rides on a steed At times slow when angry we speed Rivers of red no victory when dead Oh King oh War, no crown for his head No roses just thorns, the battlefield my bed A bride soaked in blood, newly bewed War…
The Empire of Eld engages with the hostile Edge of Extinction in Galaxy 150.
It’s a glacial planet, lots of snow and low temperatures. It usually goes around -60° Celsius but when there’s storms it can get to -120°.
The pilot approaching this unknown yet decorated figure was confused till they began speaking with Nox, it turns out the two had a similar origin to the empire’s graceful entrance into their lives
Nox just after the crash was barely scratched.. more so the underside of his ship was all that suffered. He would be grounded until he found out what he had to fix and then of course, fix it.
Origin of Nox Before finding this glorious empire… I was alone, a wanderer who had seen many civilizations of travelers and anomalies fall and rise for quite some time..
An entry by Pilot Fonzilla Ever since I was a young Gek, I had my eyes fixed on the stars. I wasn’t raised on Eld Earth, I was raised on a planet once conquered by the First Spawn. My parents where merchants and pried themselves with their work, but after the collapse of the Spawn,…