CharPixie
2005-09-03, 02:57 AM
Executive Overview:
History
In great colonies deep in the earth, once the Tark did live. In their isolation, the Tark existence revolved around the Tark Queens. The Queens controled the hives; the hives could only serve their Queens. Nothing more. They could not even imagine that there was more to existence. They couldn't imagine at all. They couldn't even feel; love was foreign to them. They did not love their Queen. They served her. There was nothing else; no other way to think.
Tark now feel a deep pang at this thought; that their ancestors had the capacity to experience life but that they were not allowed is a despair that haunts them.
Still, no perfection exists short of the Heavens. There was a colony where a particularly ruthless Queen ruled. She had dismembered her rivals, and sent her Soldiers all through her domain, driving them to hunt down new Queens and intruding Queens, and bring them to a horrible end. They hunted all Queens, so savage was her commands, but she kept them from her, by her will. She aged, and one day, more than the plunder of the surface was brought down into her hive. Plague came, and spread through the hive. Many of the hive's Tark died, and the Queen herself became ill; too ill to control the hive. The Tark formerly under her control began to regain their own volition.
And they knew terror. Freed from the rigorous channels the Queen had held their minds to, they knew emotion, and they knew dread. They fled from the hive, scattering into the upper earth. And the Soldiers, no longer prevented from attacking the Queen, carried out her last orders.
They regrouped, and under persecution from the living Queens they founded cities, met with the surface dwellers, and traded away their souls with labour to buy weapons to use against the Queens. Soon, other hives were liberated, and the remaing Queens were driven from the Tark earth.
But still the Tark knew terror, for their very nature was against them. The Queens and the Soldiers were not foreign to the Tark. They grew from the Tark. Children would turn into monsters as they slept. Adults would undergo fierce metamorphose as they struggled to build their new lives. Newly born Soldiers would turn on their old friends and family, hunting them in some ancient pursuit of order. Newly born Queens would hide themselves, their ambitions fully formed even as their shape and their powers still were just beginning to manifest.
The Tark
-- discuss what the individual Tark look like, act like, and such.
The Soldier
-- discuss what a Tark undergoes as they become a Tark Soldier, a 'Godarl', and how they hunt.
The Queen
-- discuss the form and motives of the Queens, and the danger they represent.
History
In great colonies deep in the earth, once the Tark did live. In their isolation, the Tark existence revolved around the Tark Queens. The Queens controled the hives; the hives could only serve their Queens. Nothing more. They could not even imagine that there was more to existence. They couldn't imagine at all. They couldn't even feel; love was foreign to them. They did not love their Queen. They served her. There was nothing else; no other way to think.
Tark now feel a deep pang at this thought; that their ancestors had the capacity to experience life but that they were not allowed is a despair that haunts them.
Still, no perfection exists short of the Heavens. There was a colony where a particularly ruthless Queen ruled. She had dismembered her rivals, and sent her Soldiers all through her domain, driving them to hunt down new Queens and intruding Queens, and bring them to a horrible end. They hunted all Queens, so savage was her commands, but she kept them from her, by her will. She aged, and one day, more than the plunder of the surface was brought down into her hive. Plague came, and spread through the hive. Many of the hive's Tark died, and the Queen herself became ill; too ill to control the hive. The Tark formerly under her control began to regain their own volition.
And they knew terror. Freed from the rigorous channels the Queen had held their minds to, they knew emotion, and they knew dread. They fled from the hive, scattering into the upper earth. And the Soldiers, no longer prevented from attacking the Queen, carried out her last orders.
They regrouped, and under persecution from the living Queens they founded cities, met with the surface dwellers, and traded away their souls with labour to buy weapons to use against the Queens. Soon, other hives were liberated, and the remaing Queens were driven from the Tark earth.
But still the Tark knew terror, for their very nature was against them. The Queens and the Soldiers were not foreign to the Tark. They grew from the Tark. Children would turn into monsters as they slept. Adults would undergo fierce metamorphose as they struggled to build their new lives. Newly born Soldiers would turn on their old friends and family, hunting them in some ancient pursuit of order. Newly born Queens would hide themselves, their ambitions fully formed even as their shape and their powers still were just beginning to manifest.
The Tark
-- discuss what the individual Tark look like, act like, and such.
The Soldier
-- discuss what a Tark undergoes as they become a Tark Soldier, a 'Godarl', and how they hunt.
The Queen
-- discuss the form and motives of the Queens, and the danger they represent.