There is a calculation, that uses the statistic of life appearing on Earth to calculate life appearing elsewhere in the cosmos. The most liberal estimates of this equation, say that life appears in the universe, once every year.

The Company however, knows this is quite an off number. Life does not simmer in this realm, in erupts. Springing forth in the near infinity in ever changing, and ever repeating ways. In the vastness, even other species of humans could be found. Different from the other kinds, but enough like each other to be eerily parellel. The Company realizes this, and in fact, tries to keep the meeting of such cultures at a minimum. For being a business ran by mortals, they know better then most the danger their kind can be.

Their appearance was called into action though, when suddenly above a single planet the light the sun brought was blocked out by an eclipse. This might of been a surprise to the 3 billion people that populated the place, in the handfull of civilisations in their states of industrial revolution. But it quickly turned to terror when the eclipse ceased to end.

Within a week the whole of the planet had descended into something akin to a landscape of a nightmare. The lack of sun meant the sudden death of almost all of the vegetation on the planet. The chemicals released from the decomposing matter superheated the air, baking the surface clean of any life that dared clean there. Civilisations broke down, and soon all the good of humanity was lost to the rage and terror that sprang forth. The sudden influx of water from the melting of snow capped mountains, and poles turned the sea into chaotic place. Tidal waves and the shifting of tectonic plates turning the landmasses into a single, enormous mass.

Here the enemies of the entireity of the realm, and as such, the enemies of the Company changed their tactics. They did not come in hordes of nightmarish horrors, trying to cut a swath through the lands with teeth and claws. They came with the lightest touch that turned a snowball into an avalanche, and let the breaking and insanity of the mortals call them into being.

Such a small thing went unnoticed by the Company for a momentous time. So when their gaze finally fell on the planet, it was a mockery of what it had once been. Where people built lives, they now where insane masses of humans whipped into a frenzy by demonic masters. That single, black pangea glimmered out at them as a Hellscape. A land where there would be no quarter in war. No battle lines would be made. No beach heads cleared. An impossible fight.

The highest in command of the Company's forces did not see this though seemingly. All they saw was an affront to their honor, and an insult to their very way of life. They railed and rallied, voice rising in pure anger and hate. The only two silent were the one they called General, and the one who he called his Boss. One nodding to the other, and like that it was sealed.

The Company would bring war to this place.

Within ten minutes, the first soldiers of their soldiers entered the land and immediately went into combat. But this was exactly what their enemies had been hoping for. And as more soldiers poured into the world, the trap grew tighter. Their foolishness had them enter a fight where they did not face just their usual foes, but the pure insanity of their own kind.

From the get go, the fight was something brutal. No quarter was given between the sides. And the pride of the Company made retreat a further, and further prospect. Soon the whole of their force was focused on a single world. Armor ground entire hills down beneath tred and boot. Bombers laid entire landscapes into craters. Three months passed there, in a constant boil of war. A furnace made, that broke the streel most mortals had.

Soon morale began to bend, and soon break. Soldiers of a thousand conflicts routing, weeping, shattering to a point that entire memories had to be erased from their min

Translation: Chul-gol to Terran English.
Correspondence: Grade C. Family letter.
Delayed delivery until next cargo detachment to Chul-gol homeworld.


I write to you today to bring you the events of combat that happened yesterday. Compiled and sworn to honesty by the truthspeaker Adrian.

I ran with the warleader then, just me and him as we crested a rise overlooking a crater that the big guns had put into this Hell world hours before. Four daemon borne had been caught in the steep sides of the pit. Angry and ravaging, they waited for us patiently. Me and the warleader caught the edge quickly, and both slide down the lip.

My armor was light, unnerving but tough. My blade was sharp, long, thin. Like a toy more then anything I have ever seen a warrior back home use. But it is strong metal Father. Strong metal is everywhere here.

I made a mistake immediately, and charged too quickly. Even the warleader eased up just enough to get his full intent. All four saw me first, and charged. The warleader, glory to his name, came so quick I did not even see him. He cut down three before I could breath father.

I speak only truth here when I say how terrified I was, but I squared off against the last beast and I fought. The warleader stayed there, and roared his encouragement to me from the side. He blasted me with sound, and he pushed me further.

The tip of my blade moved quick father, but the beast was strong and hungry. It was a long time, and my bones ached. But the warleader stayed. He roared.

My regret is you did not see it Father, but my consolation is that you feel the same pride when you read this as I feel now.

I did it Father. For the first time in our family's history, we have killed a daemon.

The warleader himself bound it's power. He grabbed my shoulder and he shouted my name across the battlefield. He yelled the four that died, saying my own fault proved the distraction that gave him an opening. He then spoke on my personal kill, and he himself gave me the first taste of the black ichor.

Your son is Blooded now.

I enclose it's essence to you as both proof, and payment for our family's honor. With the blessing of the Mother, more shall come. Already I am preparing for today's combat, where the warleader called on me to run beside him again. My honor swells.


-End Correspondence-

In response to mounting boredom that comes along sometimes when I RP, and really should be blasting zombies in left four dead or something, I have resolved to create a place for free form brawls of all type.

Now enters the Coliseum.

Nothing more then a deep, normally sand filled pit that is soaked with the blood of a thousand mortals and monsters alike. A place so long imbeded into the city, that it could never be pried out. Here the space bends, and while at the same time the pit is a hundred meters by hundred meters, it is a world. While it is a sand filled pit, it is also a forest, a bar room, a lifeless barren planet scape. All that matters on those who fight in it.

Above it, does ring a sort of observation deck. Seats sloping down, not fitting many. But such high grade fights are a refined taste at best. The normal collection of bars, and tables, and what not. As what is any structure in Rhy'Din without a bar, and dark corners, and such?

It's a damn day care center, that's what commie! Embrace it.

Simply put, this is what it is. And if I am in the chat, be sure Dillon is already fighting in such a thing.

Unless that is, unless I -am- blasting zombies in left four dead. Or hell, super mutants in Fallout 3 too while we are at it. Then, well, your shit outta luck. >=)