The Thousand Worlds War

The future of Lophator does not unfold quietly. The kingdoms of elves, dwarves, men, orcs, goblins, and all the peoples of the old age are transformed by the arrival of star-engines, void-steel, and the first generation of star cruisers. Magic does not vanish, it adapts. Technology does not replace the old kingdoms, it binds them.

From this crucible rises the Immortal Empress, the last heir of the ancient line, ruling from her adamant throne with wisdom, severity, and unshakable benevolence. Under her guidance, the scattered nations coalesce into a single empire whose reach spans the Thousand Worlds.

The Treaty of Joint Committee Nine — JCN — is signed aboard the star cruiser Resolute, ending the last of the Interstellar Succession Wars. The treaty establishes the Federation of the Thousand Worlds, a union of species, cultures, and realms bound by law, trade, and the Empress's steady hand. For the first time in recorded history, peace becomes the default state of civilization.

The Catastrophe of Noe Cabal

The Great Wizard Noe Cabal, friend of the Paladin King, survivor of ages, and master of the forbidden sciences, becomes the bridge between myth and star-fire. In the old age he performs wonders; in the new age he perfects immortality, not through undeath but through the disciplined craft of cloning. His mind persists across centuries, unbroken and unforgotten.

Yet, one memory haunts him beyond all others: the undead plague unleashed by Khalista during the fall of Kahar Fortress. He alone remembers the true timeline before Thamiar's intervention, the version in which the plague would have ravaged the kingdom until Prysm himself prevailed.

In the star-age, Noe dedicates his laboratories to understanding that horror, dissecting its logic, and ensuring it can never rise again. But knowledge invites danger. Sabotage tears through his research complex, shattering containment. The dead rise, not the shambling corpses of ancient necromancers, but swift, ravenous abominations born of science and sorcery intertwined.

Worlds fall in days. The Immortal Empress responds with grim resolve, transforming her Empire and the Federation into a war-machine overnight. Peace collapses beneath the weight of a plague older than its star-engines.

The Eternal War of the Paladin King

Into this nightmare, the war vortex spits out the Paladin King.

Long before the Empire consolidated with the Federation, long before the star cruisers, the Paladin King wages his endless war on the sands of Hamakhaave. His armies clash with orcs, goblins, undead legions, and the horrors unleashed by Prysm the Necromancer/God/King. In the final battle, a dimensional rift — the war vortex — tears open beneath his feet, swallowing him and his entire host.

To the people of that age, he is lost. To the cosmos, he is not. The rift does not kill him — it suspends him. His war continues outside of time, echoing across the ages. From within that void he calls to his loyal servants, and they too enter the war vortex willingly.

When the rift finally collapses, the Paladin King and his vast army of holy warriors are hurled into the far future, into the age of the Immortal Empress, in the midst of the zombie apocalypse. They arrive not as relics, but as zealots: a crusade torn from antiquity, aflame with righteousness, convinced they have been sent to purge a galaxy steeped in sorcery and machines.

The Final Clash

The Empress summons the full might of the Federation: star fleets, armored legions, arcane engines, and the thousand banners of the Thousand Worlds. The Paladin King rallies his crusaders, their faith burning brighter than plasma fire. Across the universe, the two greatest armies in history combine, magic and technology, faith and reason, past and future, but all of it is to no avail. The zombie apocalypse has grown too strong.

The war is so vast that the Empress and the Paladin King never meet. They die on opposite ends of the battlefield, each believing they have struck a blow for the future they were born to defend. Neither ever learns the truth, that they were grandfather and granddaughter, separated by thousands of years, reunited only in death.

Two Generals

I can see the land move And hear the forest ring I can see the shadows Coming towards me Darkness creeps about me As my foes draw near

Hear the forest ring! I know how the lies spread And cast their power on me Darkness creeps about me As my foes draw near

I will show my power To conquer evil wills I will lose my friends And know their souls are alone Waiting for the end of time When judgement lends an ear As my death draws nearer I turn and face my fear

I think I'll face with my might The evil I have feared I will lose my friends And hear their pleas to death And so before the Throne of God They stand and shed their tears As my death draws nearer I cast away my fears

And so the swords drew the blood of men
And the lasers destroyed machines
Behold! The bombs have brought the tempest
To wipe out nature's children
And as the Captain's Banners fell
The Generals gathered their great hosts
But after the Anglon Erina was over
Those men were all forgotten ghosts

God please let me stay Satan please go away Here my frail ways are drifting far beyond my home Never quite just knowing if what I did was right or wrong God please let me stay Satan please go away Hear my prayer, Father, save the dead that walk alone So I'll know my enemy was just a friend I've never known God take me away Satan you've lost the day Come take me home Take me home

Life please let me stay Death please go away I don't understand This blood upon my hands Life please let me stay Death please go away Come take me home Save this life I own Death take me away Life you've lost the day Come take me home Take me home