Race of Blind Men
Hostile entities have flooded onto the surface - at least three times the force we initially faced. Through clever application of COLOSSUS class mechanical suits, and selective artillery strikes, the enemy were deemed to be defeated. High-scale seismic activity was detected - and surely felt - shortly after victory was achieved. Units dedicated to determining the cause, and expected to report back within the hour. Hail to the Empire.
EMERGENCY MESSAGE: THE GROUND HAS SPLIT OPEN. SOMETHING IS PULLING ITSELF FROM WITHIN, AND I HEAR MY MEN SCREAMING THROUGH SHREDDED LUNGS AS I WRITE THIS. REQUESTING IMMEDIATE EVAC. REQUESTING IMMEDIATE EVAC. PLEASE - SAVE US.
SHE IS REAL
The Conflict
Prelude
At the peak of the Arenian Empire, technological progress was at an all-time high, and belief in the entity known as Sil had dissolved into fleeting mentions in children's fairy tales. The pride and ambition of this continent-spanning civilisation knew no bounds, yet the confines of this world had proven far too slight for the Empire to truly realise their vision. Setting their eyes to the stars, the Arenians began to construct mechanical engines capable of spiriting them over the clouds and into the Void beyond, utilising great foundries and alchemical decoctions lost to the Veran Central Archives to piece together these immense metallic beasts - of course, with the aid of the other peoples of the Empire. The enslaved Olthamites provided their hulking strength to piece together colossal sheets of steel. The Dorozi spent years piecing together the weaponry and ammunition that these skybound ships would carry. The Khords provided fields upon fields of synthesised meals to sustain these brave few, as they made the journey into the stars.
Arenian ingenuity was yet another thing to experience a golden age in this era, and within a decade, these marvels of engineering were complete. A month after their construction, a grand parade was held in the capital city of Sǿnderbjerg to commemorate these brave souls and their service to the Emperor, before the colonial vessels thrust themselves from our world in a blaze of noise and fury, with cheering millions watching on - and billions more watching with glee from their homes. It is said that the launch could be heard from as far as the distant city of Damaslan, but we can never know for sure.
The journey and landing on V.S.1 (or Ksieryca, in the Sylvar tongue) was a roaring success. Music rang out in the streets of every city of the Empire, and the land was wrought with celebration. Even further cause for joy came when word reached High Command from the moon, claiming that a new and exciting mineral had been found on its chalky surface. With smiles on their faces and pride in their hearts, the reply from High Command was simple.
"Get to drilling, and bring that treasure home."
A few weeks were all the Arenians needed to start carving away at the mother of the Sylvar, like butchers at a dying whale. This, it would seem, was the day the Empire's pride finally caught up with them.
Deployment
Conditions
Disease, famine, and other such inconveniences of war might have gripped the Imperial forces, had the war lasted longer than five days. Alas, it did not, and the Arenians were left instead to die in quakes, be torn asunder by Sil's children, or be thrown into the atmosphere and rendered into dust.
Outcome
Aftermath
Another, more insidious change occurred since the conflict. Namely, the rise in magical energy in the northern land of Sylmaneth, allowing the country's mages to grow stronger than ever and achieve new feats of arcane mastery. Little do the people know, this is the product of Sil's crash landing onto the planet after the war's conclusion, and her decision to make a home deep into the wilds of Sylmaneth, where she works to increase the powers of those who turn to the arcane, and punishes any and all who seek to bring the world back into that dark era with their disgusting maltreatment of the natural order.
Every time I tell myself "I'm not going to be that guy who comments on every article, I'm not going to be that guy who comments on every article, I'm not going to be that guy who comments on every article." and then I start reading, and it's just too good not to do so!
"These marvel of engineering" is referring to...what, exactly? There isn't a mention of what was engineered here!I've been using "concoction" or "brew" to describe alchemy in my world, and boy is "decoction" a PERFECT word to start using there, thanks for the introduction!
Mechs developed before rockets? Interesting, so from what I've read about the Arenians they had advanced well beyond what was our space age by this point without space travel. Like rushing a tech tree in a Civ game... Of course, it's perfectly believable that they just...didn't try to travel outwards until this event.
I quite like that you still avoided directly explaining what caused the shattering— still keeping the mystery around it. Major props to being able to explain the conflict without the mysterious event at its end!