Life in Cetus
The cry of seabirds. The delicate, permeating scent of Temple blood.
The cry of seabirds. The delicate, permeating scent of Temple blood.
It is my experience of the Plains that nature adapts with greater alacrity than we.
I know us for a miracle. A million-to-one improbability.
Rising from the lakes at sundown and returning to them before dawn
The Ostron mercantile scavenger culture has birthed a rich tradition of artisans fluent in many styles
While their floating markets may ply the Rails of the Origin System
The blanketpiece of Temple flesh is lowered to waiting butchers and flensers.
Finding worth in the worthless, the Ostron clade-families have built for themselves a bastion from the bones of a once-great Orokin citadel.
Dispatched to the Plains to assist in efforts to harness and understand the Eidolons
The Orokin Empire may have receded into the mists of history, but what it left behind is repurposed by those who remain.