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"And the serpent said unto the woman, "Ye shall not surely die. For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and [[ye shall be as gods]], knowing good and evil." - [[Genesis]] 3: 4-5 (KJV)
 
"And the serpent said unto the woman, "Ye shall not surely die. For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and [[ye shall be as gods]], knowing good and evil." - [[Genesis]] 3: 4-5 (KJV)
  
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Not so many decades past, humanity unlocked the power within the atom. For good, and for ill, even the most ignorant amongst the masses could not help but respect the smallest of things.
 
Not so many decades past, humanity unlocked the power within the atom. For good, and for ill, even the most ignorant amongst the masses could not help but respect the smallest of things.
  
In the dawning decades of the [[21st century]], humanity laid bare the secrets of aging, and Science found for mankind the [[Fountain of Youth]].  The secrets of [[fusion]] were finally unlocked, and the first artificial [[sapience]]s were created.
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At the dawn of the [[21st century]], those who would be gods work to harness the [[fusion|power]] of the [[star]]s themselves, seek the [[Fountain of Youth]], and have begun constructing likenesses in their own cognitive image - [[artificial sapience]].
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And what if these last - the sons of Man - are found to have a [[soul]]?
  
During the [[22nd century]], humanity began to leave [[Earth]], and conquered the [[Solar System]]. Probes visited nearby [[star]]s, and [[mission]]s were launched to colonize those [[terrestrial]] worlds found orbiting them.
 
 
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The developments of the [[23rd century]] are difficult to so curtly summarize. [[Tachyon]]s and new, [[exotic]] forms of matter were discovered, enabling [[mankind]] in ways only theorized before.
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The story began sometime in what was then known as the [[23rd century]]. In their ceaseless quest for knowledge, humanity's theories suggested that its comprehension was complete.  While not everything was known, for the first time, everything could be understood.  In triumph over its own ignorance, there would be no more theories - physics itself had been 'solved'.  No more questions that needed asking.
  
But some things went beyond theory.
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Except, perhaps, for the inevitable.
  
During their unceasing quest to conquer the [[light barrier]], humanity cheated. The [[mobius pattern]]s seemed to defy the second law of thermodynamics, offering no explanation for their capabilities. Most were small, and fragile, but they were something else.
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''"Are we sure?"''
  
They were life.
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After countless experiments suggested that there was nothing more to be discovered - an abyss from which nothing more could be learned - mankind chose to look into that void anyway, and found something.
  
It was decades before humans became aware of just what they had done. Before their intervention, the [[multiverse]]s... [[megaverse]]s... whatever, were happily colliding away, self-immolating, only to be reborn anew, with no such thing as a memory of their previous state.
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The final fruit of the tree of knowledge.
  
But then humans brought a piece of this immolation, this rebirth, into their own realm, and began to bend it to their will.
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The [[mobius pattern]]s seemed to defy the laws of thermodynamics, offering no explanation for their capabilities. Most were small, and fragile, but they were something else.
  
This delicate flicker threatened to become an inferno that would sweep the [[Galaxy]], and beyond, in a massive storm.
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They were life, and entropy was their sustenance.
  
Such presumption of divinity did not go unnoticed in the infinite expanse. Forces numerous, ancient and mighty arrayed themselves against the nascent power, seeking to end the people of [[Sol]] and claim humanity's unique discoveries for their own.
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It would be decades before humans became aware of just what they had done. Before their intervention, the [[multiverse]]s... [[megaverse]]s... whatever, were happily colliding away, self-immolating, only to be reborn anew, with no such thing as a memory of their previous state.
  
Though their [[sun]] no longer adds its light to the [[Milky Way]], many humans have survived the [[Purge]], scattering across the Galaxy in a great [[diaspora]].
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Until humans brought a piece of this immolation, this rebirth, into their own realm, and began to bend it to their will.  A delicate flicker that threatened to become an inferno that would sweep the [[Galaxy]], and beyond, in a massive storm.
  
Millennia later, though there are many ashes, some glowing embers of the human spirit remain.
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Such presumption of divinity did not go unnoticed in the infinite expanse. Forces numerous, ancient and mighty arrayed themselves against the nascent power, seeking to end the people of [[Sol]] and claim humanity's unique discoveries for their own.  
  
Time passes, and even the seemingly immortal descendants of humanity flow from one generation to the next.  Wars are forgotten, records are lost, people - and their species - change.
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Because humans were not the [[First]] to ask questions of the void.
  
In the Void, a few remember, and continue the ancient search for their dark starShould they find it, and lift the shroud that surrounds it, Sol's light will grace the [[Universe]] once more.
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[[Earth]] was lost, and its [[Sun]] would no longer grace the [[Milky Way]] with its lightScattered across the [[Universe]] in a great [[diaspora]], the flames of human civilization were reduced to cinders.
  
Should this happen, the embers will once more alight in flames, and none are so certain that the [[Solar Storms]] can be stopped a second time.
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Ten thousand years later, the wounds between mankind and its genocidal enemies have begun to heal. During their truce, new forces have emerged, some with violence, others with tranquility. As with all truly mighty powers, they may choose sides, but such is fleeting - they are their own side. In this thin peace, the embers of violence glow brightly, for the stake is existence itself, and the prize is apotheosis.
There are others who remember.
 
 
 
== The Game ==
 
[http://ss.anenris.com Solar Storms] is a science-fantasy setting and role-playing game, with largely [[transhuman]] and [[gnostic]] elements, using a custom role-playing system that I plan to design in the near future.
 
 
 
I hope you enjoy your time here.
 
  
It's been nearly two years since I began this project, and I think I have the shell ready.  What I need now is criticism, so, if that's your thing, please contact me ([[Xeriar]]), through the forums or other means, and fire away.  The [[Solar Storms Overview|Overview]] is a good place to start, it functions as a less structured timeline (which isn't complete).  See [[Solar Storms Questions|Questions]] for a list of answers to common game questions.  Right now, though, this is a setting, so I'm focusing on fleshing that out first.
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God itself would have a say in the matter.
  
 
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Latest revision as of 05:06, 1 May 2007

Solar Storms
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  Introduction
  Factions
HumanityRenlaiShadow
TriadFirstNephilim
LegionDreadArchons
ConcordVirgonHydra
  Culture
StrainsHabitats
EconomyTechnology
InhaloOuthalo
  History
Before the Purge
The Purges
CanshenDiaspora
HellnachtsNephilomachy
Aftermath and Peace

"And the serpent said unto the woman, "Ye shall not surely die. For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil." - Genesis 3: 4-5 (KJV)


Half a million years ago, humanity learned the secret of fire. Setting themselves apart from the animals that surrounded them, mankind took its first step out from under the oppressive thumb of Nature.

Seventy thousand years ago, humanity learned to speak. Though they were able to communicate before, no longer were they limited to nasal grunts and clicks of the tongue. From Africa, they conquered the Earth.

Twelve thousand years ago, humanity learned to harvest. Where once there were thousands, in time, there would be billions.

Six thousand years ago, humanity learned to write. Where once the knowledge of previous generations had to be endlessly repeated, it could now be seen for all eternity.

Not so many decades past, humanity unlocked the power within the atom. For good, and for ill, even the most ignorant amongst the masses could not help but respect the smallest of things.

At the dawn of the 21st century, those who would be gods work to harness the power of the stars themselves, seek the Fountain of Youth, and have begun constructing likenesses in their own cognitive image - artificial sapience.

And what if these last - the sons of Man - are found to have a soul?


The story began sometime in what was then known as the 23rd century. In their ceaseless quest for knowledge, humanity's theories suggested that its comprehension was complete. While not everything was known, for the first time, everything could be understood. In triumph over its own ignorance, there would be no more theories - physics itself had been 'solved'. No more questions that needed asking.

Except, perhaps, for the inevitable.

"Are we sure?"

After countless experiments suggested that there was nothing more to be discovered - an abyss from which nothing more could be learned - mankind chose to look into that void anyway, and found something.

The final fruit of the tree of knowledge.

The mobius patterns seemed to defy the laws of thermodynamics, offering no explanation for their capabilities. Most were small, and fragile, but they were something else.

They were life, and entropy was their sustenance.

It would be decades before humans became aware of just what they had done. Before their intervention, the multiverses... megaverses... whatever, were happily colliding away, self-immolating, only to be reborn anew, with no such thing as a memory of their previous state.

Until humans brought a piece of this immolation, this rebirth, into their own realm, and began to bend it to their will. A delicate flicker that threatened to become an inferno that would sweep the Galaxy, and beyond, in a massive storm.

Such presumption of divinity did not go unnoticed in the infinite expanse. Forces numerous, ancient and mighty arrayed themselves against the nascent power, seeking to end the people of Sol and claim humanity's unique discoveries for their own.

Because humans were not the First to ask questions of the void.

Earth was lost, and its Sun would no longer grace the Milky Way with its light. Scattered across the Universe in a great diaspora, the flames of human civilization were reduced to cinders.


Ten thousand years later, the wounds between mankind and its genocidal enemies have begun to heal. During their truce, new forces have emerged, some with violence, others with tranquility. As with all truly mighty powers, they may choose sides, but such is fleeting - they are their own side. In this thin peace, the embers of violence glow brightly, for the stake is existence itself, and the prize is apotheosis.

God itself would have a say in the matter.

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