But wherever it is, it's home to you know. Welcome to Erebus: World At War! If you're reading this, then I'm happy to see you've taken a chance on this ambitious little project of mine, and I hope that you will enjoy this as much as I enjoyed making it!Įrebus is the name of the planet, an unknown, Earth-Like planet that's in some unknown galaxy. As an Archaenaut, that is your mission: to oppose the Masters, find the artifacts before they do, and use their power to mold Erebus into your own image. In the right hands, an artifact can be the turning point of the struggle of power. Rare and too complex in the hands of a mere mortal. Even if you chose to fight, how could you hope to overcome the Masters when they have everything: superior weapons, power, and numbers?ĭeep in the ruins of Erebus, there lies ancient artifacts of the Demiurge. Every day, you live in an unsettling peace, knowing that the next day, it could be all over when a Master's army comes marching. It's a safe haven, but you do not know for how long. You were fortunate enough, whether through birth or otherwise, to live in Bastion, perhaps one of the few places of hope left untouched by a Master's unforgiving claw. Those who live under the Masters are little more than slaves and all those who dare to oppose them are met with swift ends. But the one thing that they have in common is that they're all warlords and tyrants, all making their own territories and drawing their own lines in the sand. They vary in shape and size, and many of them work to fight against each other. Replaced with the Master's-at least, that's what common folk call them. When the Master left, his perfect kingdom fell. Then came the dark period that all life on Erebus knows of. Like all that he ever worked for and worked on had vanished. Turn the page, they speak of the Demiurge' sdeath, with no explanation of how or why. One minute, texts speak greatly of the Demiurge and his wonders. So suddenly that nobody knows just how it happened. And through the Demiurge's will, there was law, order, and peace. What once had no life was crawling with life though every crevice and crack. What was just molten rock became land, what once was a vacuum became an atmosphere. All that IS known is that at some point, when he came, he breathed life to this lifeless planet. Who they are-or were-is unknown to even the most dedicated of scholars. A long time ago-before you, or me, or any of us, there was the Demiurge and his collective.
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