Shepards Lore

“Home”.. A word once held like cold hands to a candle flame, it’s touch now singed by the bitter longing of a memory. The Shepard people were forbidden to speak of home after “The Flare” arrived.

They turned their rolling hills into chasms, and flourishing groves into plains of sand; this fate became all too familiar to Shepards. Though It wasn't always this way.. It seemed as if only moments ago the land was flourishing; meadows teeming with miles of green grass and vibrant hues.

Before the Flare’s arrival, there had been increasing activity in the night sky. bright bursts of light shimmered from neighbouring stars. then, nothing. this greatly worried the elders. One by one as each star dimmed, fear tightened it’s grasp at the thought of the encroaching unknown.

One day fire rained from the sky, devastating the grasslands and it’s creatures upon arrival; There the Flare caught their first glimpse at the world that the Shepards had created. Lush, fruitful, and abundant in resources.. Exactly what they've been missing from their conquered worlds.

They captured the Shepards and cast them over the remaining dying planets. They were forced to cultivate the desolate sands of war; and with every life-giving touch, they soaked in the suffering of the lands former inhabitants. In grief and anguish they gave life to the land wrought with death.

When their spirit could take no more, they drift from consciousness into "the vision state". There the Shepards - though light years apart, bore one anothers burdens, and cried out for the end of the Flare's advances. With nowhere left to turn, they knew what must be done..

They must reunite their people, rise up against their captors, and repel the Flare back to the shadow lands that spawned them.

And this is where our story begins..