• Nobles of Null is a forum based roleplay site where sci-fi and magic collide. Here, Earth remains fractured and divided despite humanity reaching out to the stars. Worse still, the trans-human slaves of one major power have escaped, only to establish their own Empire, seething with resentment at abuses of the past. Even the discovery of aliens, though medieval in development, has failed to rally these squabbling children of Earth together with its far darker implications. Worse still, is the discovery of the impossible - magic. Practiced by the alien locals, nearly depleted and therefore rare, its reality warping abilities remains abstract and distant to the general populace. All the while, unseen in the darkness of space, forces from without threaten to press in. For those with eyes opened by insight, it is clear that an era is about to end, and that a new age will dawn.

Chapter 1: End of the Beginning

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????, over a century after the fall of Hillsong

Planet Lihana of Solaris Lihana, continent of Goedwig, outskirts of Hillsong

The decade of strife against the extraterrestrial invaders was a one-sided slaughter of the Aos Si. What little of their mana remained was quickly drained away shielding their cities against rains of fire and lead, before the survivors were forced to flee into the forests, mountains, and sands as the invaders arrived on foot and took away the Aos Si's cultures, their homes, and planted their own banners in the rich hills and valleys across the continent, replacing the cities of the Aos Si. But then, just as the Aos Si were pushed to their limit, firing their last arrows and eating their last meals... the invaders abruptly left without a word, like a hive mind, collectively returning to their fortresses among the stars, leaving behind their offspring to continue infesting the planet.

What seemed like a miracle was ultimatley bittersweet. With the last of their mana gone and their pride stolen, the Aos Si became lost, reduced to farmers, hunters, and gatherers. Not even skeletons of the past remained to inspire them, to remind them of their past glory.

For the Aos Si residing on the Goedwig continent, the invader city that replaced Hillsong was the biggest reminder of their failures and the invaders' brutality. It spread out like a tumor, not only covering the old extent of Hillsong but further beyond, with the invaders' machinery cutting down the great Red House tree forest and replacing it with their own roads and buildings. To be sure, the Aos Si once expanded by removing nature as well, but the methods were far more diplomatic, promising it co-existence within their cities while helping it expand into uninhabitable lands. The invaders were cruel in comparison, souless with their machinery.

Now Aos Si could only watch from their hidden forest village as the invaders went about their daily business. The village's population was but a fraction of that of old Hillsong, and this was including those of neighboring cities. Though hardly respite for their situation, the invaders seemed to have withdrawn their armed patrols in the last decade, allowing the Aos Si to sneak further forward to learn of the invaders' daily lives. It seemed so familiar. Souless as they were, the invaders build farms to grow food in glass domes and travelled around on roads that resembled those of the Aos Si. Their physiques were similar as well, though the Aos Si were clearly the physically superior, and the invaders seemed to age faster as well, perishing within a single century.

Not that Amisra would care. As she carefully stalked wind bison, her footsteps had to be deliberate and precise.

There was a continuous roar overhead: another of the invaders' machinery, one that was all too familiar to the Aos Si who fought in the war. It wielded rapidly spinning blades, and the air it billowed out violently pushed apart the vegetation on the ground. This one didn't carry the "lead rainers" or "fire bombs" that killed so many Aos Si, but that hardly mattered, since they sometimes concealed the invaders themselves within their compartments. This one seemed to be no different, as it stopped in place not far from Amisra.

Two ropes were let down from the flying machinery, and with it three invaders. Unlike those during the war, who were covered in armor, their faces hidden by helmets, these three were in simple clothing with brown and red camolauge that matched the forest, while wearing blue helmets that matched the color of the sky, a sky that both the Aos Si and the invaders shared. Two of them seemed to carry large "Thunder Makers", while the third had nothing in his hands and simply carried a backpack. Oddly, his left arm seemed much shorter, with a knot at the end tying up his sleeve.

One of the armed invaders put on lenses over his eyes and looked around the area. Looking in Amisra's direction, he stopped and spoke to the unarmed invader, pointing in her direction. The unarmed invader shook his head and waved his hand. Instead, he looked towards Amisra's position as well, seemingly waiting.

Showing her face for just a moment, the redhead withdrew into hard cover and the thick leaves beyond, certain that they had seen the heat that she had radiated. It was a fact hard learned early on, but even so, it was something they had taken advantage of as they could But this time, they didn't seem to chase after dropping down from their air ship. At least, not right away. Sluggish and graceless, these were not the near-peers that had been sent after her people like hounds in the early days of the war. No, they were somehow even lesser. Clumsy, awkward. Slow to take notice of the trail of clues the ranger left behind.

Despite her colors being smeared to better fit into the forest, the color changing paint long since having died, Amisra felt no safer. Something was wrong. Reaching into her pocket, she quickly pulled out a scroll and scrawled a note, tucking it away and sending the cricket off to Gwaedcryf.

Even in their reduced state, word spread like wildfire about the return of the invaders. Many had prayed to their silent gods for them to never return once they had retracted like a leech that had finished feeding, but Sai knew better. They would return, and return they did. As long as there was blood left to subsume, the parasite would come back to its scar. Sai, armed with blades, hid just within the treeline nearby the Aos Si they had spotted. Her heart raced, and the resurfaced memory of the sound of this vehicle still rang deep into her heart.

Sai did not hide herself like the hunter, she did not expect them to look over her, as they could see through rain, fog, night and walls. They still didn't have a perfect understanding of the enemies limits, but they knew, roughly what they could do. After all, they had learned to use some of the salvaged gear against them.

These, however, were different from prior invaders. They seemed uncertain, and Sai slowly stood, her muscular form rising from the bushes, a camoflauged poncho hiding her right arm, an intricate mask of carved wood covering her lower face. They never waited this long, they rarely came in so few numbers, and she had to know more, so she simply stood, and waited.

The unarmed invader watched as Sai rose from the vegetation and examined her facial decoration and the intentional concealment of her right arm. He grasped his own left arm, and, sincerely or not, gave Sai an apologetic expression. He then addressed out loud, somehow trusting that the Aos Si could hear his voice even under the roar of the air ship above.

"We come in peace. Trust me or not, those who wronged you decades past are gone. We now seek an audience with your leadership. In exchange, we brought food and medicine. Our biologies are not so different, and I hope that can be a basis to mend our relations, miniscule as it may be." The invader spoke in slow, rigid, but ultimatley coherent Aos Si tounge.

Even as she heard this though, Amisra stayed on guard. The foe was wiley and clever. Always was. Always would be. Traps like these had been sprung several times in the past. There was always a trick. Mechanical birds. Warded items of tracking. The ranger was on guard for them all and more. But perhaps, more importantly, there was no way even a genuine offer would be this incompetent as to arrive armed, guarded, and within one of their air ships for transport. It invited nothing but suspicion from the weary warrior. No, the naive young one out there, she should have known better.

Once, Amisra would have tried saving someone like Sai from themselves. But not this time. She faded into the woods like a shadow. She'd have to go look for herself. To find out what, if anything, had changed amongt this invader.
 
Sai was bold, but she was no fool. Her exposed arm, clad in densely stitched leathers and metals in a strange fashion, lifted a straight blade up, pointing it at the invaders in a dignified pose, still half-concealed by the shrubbery. Something had changed, she had decided, and she had to figure out what. "Lay your weapons down, and send your guards back to your vessel!" She yelled out, her voice crackled with use. "Or no discussions will be had!"

Could it be some strange form of trap? Possibly, but they had devices they could swoop down and stun people, before metal devices swung down and carried them off. They had a thousand and one ways to do capture or kill that didn't involve exposing themselves like this. "Your speaker will come half way!"

Gwaed had recieved the message moments ago, quickly suiting up in what was left of his once great armor. Despite it's legendary craftsmanship, none lived now that could fix it. The Parasites had seen to that, in their metal monstrosities raining metal death down upon his people. It had seemed the the Parasites had left, but after all that he had wistnessed he didn't dare hope that they would ever truly leave them alone. He was always ready, and the day he was preparing for came. His armor was now brutally mangled, using bits of metal and leathers he had scrounged from battlegrounds, nowhere near as powerful as it could have been. His blade was in better shape, but as the resources to mend it dwindled it too lost it's glory. At his hip, he had that weapon the Traitor from so long ago had used to assult him and Amisra. It was meant to be a trophy, but it turned out to be his main advantage. The haughty parasites hadn't thought he knew to use it. In time, he became very good at it's use.

These were the offensive resources available to him, not much against the Parasites, but more than he would have had otherwise. He rushed through the brush, crouching and sneaking his way closer to the clearing. There they were, these damned Parasites, doing as they had done before. Offering gifts to those that needed it, a tactic designed to draw out the desperate for the slaughter. He watched, and waited, eyes scanning the surrounding nature for his ally Amisra.

There was a heated discussion between the three invaders. The two armed invaders seemed to be pleading to the unarmed, who shook his head once again as he has done before. Visibly exasperated, the armed invaders threw their weapons to the ground and let themselves be pulled back up to the airship by the ropes, giving Sai warning glares.

The remaining invader raised his right arm in the open and stepped forward. "I have to apologize for the guards. The wildlife here are more vicious than what we are accustomed to, so my supervisor insisted I bring protection. Anyways, I followed your request. Now let us see the nobility of the Aos Si," the man yelled over the airship's constant storm of air. Even so, Amisra's ears twitched at the words, carefully picking the words out of the cacaphony like one would simply grasp fish out of the river. Fear, paranoia, rage coursed through her - the smart, logical thing to do was to simply kill them all. Sai included, if she was stupid enough to jeapordize every single man, woman, child and baby that was left in their settlement.

"Gwaedcryf," the ranger addressed the man, her cloaked form stepping into his view. "The Invader wishes for peace, and wants to see the nobility of the Aos Si," Amisra cooly brought him up to speed. The two had survived the hundred years as the best of the best, but even then, there were lessons hard won through many lives lost. And one thing they knew about dealing with the enemy, was that nothing was certain. "I suggest that we show it to them," she proposed to the swordmaster. "I assume you have practiced with the stone sling as I have instructed," the redheaded woman then pointed at the airship. "It breathes air, but the mouth is guarded," she referred to the intakes of the helicopter. "I can knock the coverings aside, but you need to cast a stone into its greedy mouth. A fist sized one. Are you capable of that now?" Amisra asked him.

With the airship present, their very survival was in question. They needed to get rid of it, or perish.

Amisra appearing from the shadows was nothing new, he could usually tell when she was about to step out from the darkness like a ranger was so good at doing. His eyes never left the Parasites, a cold reptile-like gaze. "Of course I practiced, any skill is a tool of survival, and survival is required." From his other hip he pulled the sling free, nabbing a couple nearby stones. "Give the order when ready. It is a good plan, it will give us the advantage. One unarmed Parasite is a toy to play with." His voice was low, a growl edged into it, a sign of the cold hatred in his heart.

Sai wasn't sure whether the man was being truthful, she wasn't too well versed in the ways of the invaders, though she had grown familiar with much of their abandoned technology. A part of her knew it was lies, though, another trick to somehow uproot them from their shallow places on the planet. That still didn't explain why they had all up and left some time back. She stared at the man, grimly staring over the ornate wood mask that covered her lower face. Though she approached somewhat past the shrubbery, she knew better than to come to close. Even from there, her sturdy form was easy to comprehend, scarred face, dim eye, and how her poncho flowed around her right side as if no arm was beneath it.

She could use him, however. Even if it was just information, it was a weapon she couldn't just let slip through her fingers. "You would know then, how unlikely such a meeting would be, given our shared history of xenocide. More is needed to be said than some vague promises of the past. Our memories of it are doubtlessly more coterminous about it than yours." She goaded, keeping her posture defensive.

She knew others lingered nearby, but she had to squeeze as much out of this as possible while she still could. They'd never make it to the nobles, she knew that. "Besides, others might not be so willing to hear you speak." She shifted slightly, clearing keeping the human directly between her and the airship.

"Of course." The invader nodded. "What do you want, or would like to know?"

Before Sai could reply however, a flurry of arrows flew from the tree lines, immediatley hitting one of the large mouths of the air ship with several sharp blows, deforming its shape enough for a rock to follow after, straight into the spinning blades. Seconds after, the air ship wobbled up and down as that mouth billowed out smoke and flames. The invader on the ground watched in horror as the air ship slid backwards, back towards the direction of the city, struggling to keep itself in the air.

"Bùyào pài rén fǎnjí!" The invader yelled into seemingly nothing as he watched. "Ma de." He muttered to himself, then turned back at Sai with a barely suppressed anger. "There. Your friends have stripped me of any protection." He paused, then raised his voice to address the Aos Si hiding in the vegetation. "I suppose NOW you would like to talk."

The danger was lessened, and a Parasite on it's own was weak. Standing at his full height, Gwaedcryf looked at the clearing before stepping out of the brush. He spoke briskly, coldly. "I apologize that you have been deprived of your flying metal monstrosity, the only thing keeping you safe. It must really feel horrible, to not be safe. To have somewhere you thought you had the upper hand ripped from you." He strode closer, face a cold mask of rage, voice low and cold.

"You will have to forgive my friend's animosity," Amisra began, striding forth to join the others. "But you have been very inconsiderate regarding our own situation," she pointed out. Casting back her hood and pulling away the shawl, the ranger's red hair spilled out as she came to a stop by the others. "Seeing as your people have attempted the complete erasure of our own, the most prudent, logical thing was to simply not answer your call, or kill you all given the immense threat that you were presenting," Amisra pointed out. "If wisdom had graced you, there would have been no threat of death presented to us if your desire for dialogue was genuine. However, seeing as one of our younger - " she briefly glanced at Sai, " - decided to try regardless of the danger, we will hear you. So speak."

"My predecessors have done unspeakable crimes to both your people, and mine." The invader replied. "I will not attempt to justify their actions. Rather, I come to you as the new generation, and for both your sake and our own, I offer a select few of your people to attend higher education in my city. This is an oppurtunity for you to gain new insights into how to better your people through our technology, and perhaps mend our relations and forge a new path forward, together." He paused, then shook his head and admitted.

"Like you said, however, the crimes of the past are not so easily forgotten, much less forgiven. What I put forward must sound ludricrous, and I understand your fear of even stepping close to us." The invader eyed Gwaedcryf's delapidating armour and the Thunder Maker at his side, rusting over the decades. "You've experienced the overwhelming power gap firsthand. Therefore, speak your inquiries and demands, or refuse all together. There will be no retribution, however much value those words hold."

The look in Sai's eyes was a familiar one to Amisra, something bloodthirsty and heartless, even with the mask covering her lower face. Her house was a strange one, and she was a strange product of its continuous politics trying to always find an upper edge against the invaders, long after the attacks ceased. "The old generation, then, what happened to them?" She shifted, her slightly muffled voice strong.
 
"I know you humans don't live particularly long lives, but I have difficulty believing that every last one suddenly vanished." Her hand tapped the hilt of her sword as she turned to the other elves. "And his people? I know my eye isn't in the best shape but does he look too different from the invaders to you?" She paused, as if considering something, slowly turning her half-marred face back to the man.

"But your technology is a powerful thing, I don't have to like you Kudzu to admit that. What's the catch in your offer?"

"To answer your first comment about my predecessors, well, it is quite honestly a humiliating story." The invader untied the knot in his left sleeve, then rolled it up, revealing an arm the size of that of a child. "This is the monument of their sins that I myself carry. The invaders who attacked you, burned your cities and kidnapped your leadership, they worked for my predecessors, were created by them. Eventually the battles on this planet grew too cruel to them as well, too meaningless. I'm sure your kind as made sure of that. Therefore..."

He paused with a painful look on his face. "They turned on them. My predecessors. I don't know of a single one who survived. Afterwards, they moved to another Aos Si occupied star system, chased out all those who once lived there, and claimed it their own. The survivors of my people have been at odds with them since, and without leadership, my own people fell into chaos for several, painful decades. Hardly anyone was left unscarred. Everyone I know has either lost someone..." He made an unmade a fist with his childish hand. "... or something. The created brought the creators to their knees."

"And yes, more of your kind still exist amongst the stars." The invader added. "How many more of them, I do not know, but I do know that you once had the capacity to travel freely across the void. Add that to the incentives to join me, if you will."

"As for catch, well..." The invader took a suspiciously long pause. "My kind needs to look more capable to others of my kind. We need to show we can educate a species other than our own, and make mends with them. The factional disputes of my kind are akin to a High Aos Si versus Wood Aos Si versus Dark Aos Si manner. That is how we named your internal divisions, anyways."

"So it is politics then," Amisra sighed. "Politics after a complete collapse of society after your slave-warriors turned on your people." The redheaded woman couldn't help but spare Gwaedcryf a momentary glance. "It is no wonder you prefer to call them parasites," she acknowledged the swordmaster, soon turning her attention back on the malformed man. "Still, it is too good to be true, and once, we would have simply plucked the truth out of your words if it was there," she noted, remembering all the twisted plots and ploys that the warrior-slaves had committed. Even with knowing that the truth would be discovered, they continued to resort to trickery, also knowing that the magic needed would run out too. "But now, I suppose we're already dead, even if we don't march into this apparent trap?" Amisra mused, her cool gaze drifting from one companion, then to another.

Sai seemed less than phased at the revelation of the man's malformed arm, responding only by grabbing the edge of her poncho and lifting it, revealing her lack of an arm on her right side, before gracelessly letting the fabric fall back to covering it. "Education? I suppose that includes the ability to find resources and how to build weapons, machines, and vessels that can leave this place?" She pressed, her unscarred eye briefly widening, though it seemed like her other eye couldn't quite flex in that manner.

"Or is something less useful? Like how to read and write in your tongue, and how to look dignified and pretty in your courts?" They were dreadfully pointed questions, but it was clear where her mind lingered. "I couldn't think of a single kin who would thoughtlessly snatch at the bait of such an offer. We are not pets for your courts."

Gwaedcryf cared not for the sob story of this Parasite. What a shame, to lose an arm. What a damn shame. His unspoken point was reinforced by the less cautious of their kind showing their own deformity. You lost an arm? So have we. And everything else. But what really set him off was "education." He growled, his face still cold, but his eyes burning with rage. "Education? We need an education? Are we babes to be taught by you? Pets to be trained? Is this simply the newest effort to control us? Your first try backfired, by your own hands, and now you're trying a different tactic. It's transparent. Sloppy. Disgusting. You Parasites cannot change. All you know to do is take, sap the life from all you touch." Gwaedcryf's hand inched closer to his firearm, a child's toy compared to the power arrayed against them for so long, but still deadly to a single unarmored Parasite.

The invader knit his eyebrows and remained silent for a few seconds, carefully eyeing the Aos Si before them. "I... do not fault you for your point of view." He began speaking once more with a suppressed mix of emotions. "Afterall, we did place our cities on top of what remained of your own. The thought that this is a ploy to abduct you as pets, that is not far from the truth of what happened decades past. My words alone will do nothing, nor will any temporal aid to alleviate your current situation."

He paused further. "Perhaps a new perspective is required. My city has no walls. What soldiers remain patrolling the boundaries can be recalled temporarily. I will ensure that you are free to enter and exit at your own leisure, on your own time... to an extent."

The invader further thought to himself, then continued. "Five days. If you wish to consider the offer, you will have until five days from today to explore my city. You will see my people are not the monsters you think we are. At least, we are not completely monsters."

"If one of us had proposed it, I would not be opposed," Amisra pointed out, "However, your very suggestion of it is suspect, and implies that it was a concession that was already prepared to be given," the ranger added, a finger to her chin in thought. "Moreover, such an endeavor would be pointless, as we would be strangers in a strange land, without comprehension of anything about us," she noted, her own eyes turning to her companions speculatively. Their reaction was the right and natural one to take given all their experience, but she knew that her people would end later rather than now if things remained the same. "My compatriots chafe at the idea of becoming your courtly playthings, but I would humor it," Amisra began, well expecting to ride roughshod over it all within a few decades. "Perhaps something more modest, starting with the teaching of your writing? Time is very little to us, and we are undoubtedly forbidden to return now."

It was the only way to ensure the safety of their village, after all.

"If you are willing to humor me and allow me to teach you my language, I would be more than happy to." The invader brightened up and nodded. "I'll have to make preparations for residing with you in this forest, however. I can be here at dawn tomorrow, and you can come whenever you wish."

"You? Reside in the forest? With us?" Amisra smiled, amused at the thought. "Most certainly not," she replied, the foolhardy presumptuousness of the human proving to be entertaining. At least, to some degree. "You would do well to watch your words, lest my companions believe you to be making an attempt at leading your detestable despoilers to our kin," the redheaded ranger pointed out to the lesser man. "There is a clearing by the lake nearby. Mayhap you be dropped there every day for the lessons, provided my companions do not protest?" Amisra looked to the others.

Naturally, they were well aware that the clear sight lines to the shore were perfectly within arrow-distance from the forest, and that the mists kicked up by their air ships would obfusciate their heat sight.

"An amiable middle ground would make far more sense, one watched entirely by us, and only visited by you." Sai added. "It would do well to keep your presence there a minimum, aside from such meetings, Kudzu. It would do you far more favors than losing another vessel, assuming your story is true."

Gwaedcryf knew the place, and once again silently commended Amisra's forward thinking. It would be easy enough to kill the Parasite should this bad idea prove that it's bad. Not to mention, the poor Parasite would be destroyed immediately should it arrive at their residence. Indeed, it should probably be destroyed anyway. He was silent, which Amisra knew meant he begrudgingly agreed. Had he disagreed, he would have made it known why.

"I will meet you there, starting tomorrow at dawn then." The invader agreed. His straigher posture and livelier twitches in his facial expressions betrayed enthusiasm towards the new prospect. There was a pause as he focused on his own ears, then replied back to the Aos Si. "You will want to evade now. An airship is arriving to bring me back."

"Of course," Amisra replied with a faint, graceful smile. "There always is."
 
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