| Epitaph... The Legacy The long war and tyranny that was the legacy of the Watchers is finally over. The evil creature that was responsible for the Watchers� madness was destroyed. The three worlds that were at odds with each other for so long, were at long last as one. The peace that was meant to exist in our universe was finally real. The world that had caused so much strife between us, known to Moltaria as Moltaria Prime, known to Quagmiria as Parisitica Prime, known to Glacoria as Gamose was colonized equally. All strove to make to make the world the true paradise that it was meant to be. At last, we were at peace. It was about fifty years after that cold war that the tension began to form again. The world where the three worlds stood as one began to tear itself apart. At first it was just words � but the fighting began once again. Gee and Grey of the Glacorian Quicksilvers returned to their world in hopes of stopping the war from beginning again. Their ship was attacked by a fleet of Coldan War Gliders. Gee perished in the attack. Grey survived the crash � only to be brutally murdered by a militant band of Articurs. Sie of the Quagmirian Quicksilver was already on his home world. He was teaching his people the way of peace according to the ways of their apostles. He was attacked by some zealots that believed him to be C�an incarnate. Sie never fought back as those he had risked so much to save killed him. Parisitica, the water prophet of Quagmiria, was also sought out killed by these zealots. What was sadder than their loss � was that no one seemed to mourn their passing. Myself, my beautiful wife Samona and my best friend Tauhn � we were the last of the Quicksilver Ambassadors. Tauhn had to leave to stop the fighting on what was still known to us as Moltaria Prime. We learned to our dismay that he had been attacked by a savage group of Magamars before he could even get there. He fought bravely and took many down � as a true Volcannar � but in the end their numbers were his undoing. In this dark time � I knew that the only thing that could save our people was the aid of the Oracle I once saved. I left my home and traveled far. After many days of searching � I found him. And my weak heart sank when I did. Our once great Oracle was laid out on a primitive altar and was savagely butchered. Having little hope in my heart � I left that dark place to return home. As I neared my home. I heard the sounds of fighting. My heart stopped as terror enveloped me. I heard my beloved wife scream � I heard my child cry! I raced home to help them � but I was too late. Those that had struck had fled. My home was in ruins � my beautiful wife Samona was dead � as was my daughter Tee. For many years I was lost in my loss and grief. In this time � I witnessed my people once again preparing for war. I saw the once dreaded Phtor � once monstrous overseers now reduced to a race of slaves. It was as I saw this that I realized � the evil creature Vile � that we had believed to be dead � had somehow survived! From the shadows � I had watched. I had searched Moltaria, Quagmiria and the frigid Glacoria. I could find no trace of the beast that had caused all of our suffering. From the shadows I watched and saw the war begin anew. The Glacorians, using both theirs and the Watchers� technology created a robotic arachnid. It was a remote control weapon that was used to control a race of fleas. These, once wild creatures, were now altered to become living weapons. They also mutated the stronger fleas and mounted large lances on them. The Quagmirians, also quick to use the Watchers� tools forged new weapons of destruction. I witnessed it as it first left the place of its creation � a mobile weapon of terrible destruction. I saw it in seconds turn a section of dense forest into a plain. I saw genetically enhanced Quagmirians leave the place and control this weapon with but a thought. I watched as this vile weapon left a puddle of ooze behind it � but that too was a weapon. A battered and weakened Moltarian was thrown towards the ooze � I watched as the ooze exploded all over him. He tried to free himself, but in his weakened state � it killed him. And Moltaria, the beloved planet that I once called home, also prepared for war. In the flaming bowels of our world an ancient egg was found. Around it were several lizard like creatures that guarded it. When it hatched � my people saw what could only be described as the child to the Star Eating Dragon. For many months the Heatuks and Steamarchs taught the lizards to follow their cause. And with the help of the lizards � the child � now obeyed Moltaria. I was then drawn to the west � there I saw the Volcannars leading a giant creature. The ground shook as it jumped. Its body was made of rock, fire and lava. It had a claw like arm on its back and screamed like an exploding volcano. In my travels east of that place � I saw the foulest thing of all. There I witnessed a tribe of Magamars. They had built an altar � identical to the one that the Oracle was murdered on � only on it they had a golden idol. Even from a distance I could feel the evil that dwelled inside that piece of metal. Roughly ten more years had passed. I watched the war fleet take to the skies once more. All of the ships were heading in the direction that had started all of our worries � they headed towards Moltaria Prime. On that once idyllic world � I witnessed the Quagmirians with their war machines. The words of peace that they once sang were replaced with curses of hate. In this time � they truly found C�an � and this time � this time it was not a machine. And this demon had tightly gripped all of their hearts and forced any thoughts of their once benevolent apostles from their minds. On that once idyllic world � I witnessed the Glacorians with their genetically altered beasts. The pursuit of knowledge now replaced with the lust for war. And behind them stood their ultimate weapon � their ice devil Storg. On that once idyllic world � I witnessed my people, the Moltarians with their weapons and their monsters and their cursed idols. All of the were chanting for the blood of their enemies. And on this idyllic world � I witnessed the end of everything that all of our worlds had sacrificed and fought for. This savage war lasted for ten cold long years. No one dared to take any step but forward. When the fighting at long last stopped. Millions upon millions were dead. The great Storg was in ruins. The child of the Star Eating Dragon was brutally slain. The weapons created by the Quagmirians were destroyed. The tiny handful of survivors left only so that they could come back with more men � more weapons � and bring more pain. Two decades after that bloody war, the fighting has reached a level I hadn�t believed possible. Each of the three worlds was savagely destroyed by a doomsday weapon launched by the other. All life on Moltaria � Quagmiria � Glacoria � gone. All of the survivors have once again set their sights on the planet known as Moltaria Prime. Ten years � the fighting has not stopped. There are only a handful of survivors on each side � yet they all fight on. This is my last entry in this � the last surviving record of my people � my brothers from Quagmiria � and my colleagues from Glacoria. May any who read this know that Moltaria was once a planet of proud warriors � that Quagmiria was once a planet of peaceful prophets of benevolent apostles � that Glacoria was a planet of noble intelligent scientists. I must leave this now � as they have united their efforts to find me. I will not live to see how this fight will end � or who will win this bloody war. After seeing what it has cost us all � I don�t care. May the evil that ended us � die with us. Motun Heatuk, Lore Keeper of Moltaria. Quicksilver Ambassador of Moltaria. |
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