The Birth of Life
Long before the days of Galactic Civilizations, before the great
pall of darkness cast by Chaos had ever been given
opportunity to recede, there existed a world wrought
with such demons, that naught has been known since the
days of the ancients.
Across its landscape strode these wicked creatures, whose huge,
bloodthirsty appetites stood as a living obstruction for
Order and civilization. In the iron grip of lord Chaos’s
schemes did their purpose reside, for this world was of
Chaos’s greatest, and cruelest strongholds of evil.
But through great challenges come prodigious successes…
“Behold My Children!” boomed The Holy Voice across these wicked
lands—and, at once, the blackened plumes of destruction
parted to allow The Righteous Light to shine forth upon
its broken ground for the very first time. The huge
reptilian beasts, whose destruction and tyranny thus far
had owned the world outright with no challenge, fled for
their dens as they cowered in fear beneath the powerful
words of Lord Order. “Arise From These Ashes Of
Destruction! For You Are To Become The Greatest Of All
My Creations!”
…And thus, the ancient race now known to be the Enlar came to be…
Unlike the other, mindless and wicked monsters that roamed the
land, the Enlar possessed the capacity for greatness.
They were endowed with huge, powerful brains and sixteen
dexterous tentacles with which to build their
civilization in the hostile world around them. Walking
on dozens of short, spindly legs, the Enlar—by their
weak appearance alone—seemed doomed to failure on such a
cruel and forbidding planet. But, where they lacked in
physical strength, they were more than compensated with
the gift of unrivaled intelligence…
“Doubt Not Your Destiny!” commanded lord Order, to the trembling
race of beings who breathed their first stinging breath
of harsh air with their waking birth of existence. Each
stared to the sky with his single, unfocused
eye—writhing in fearful anticipation beneath the
thunderous bellows of their Creator’s words. “For It Is
You Who I Have Chosen To Return Structure And Order To
The Universe!…It Is You Who Will Repair These Broken
Lands!…And You Who I Have Given The Power To Decide The
Fates Of All Lesser Creatures!”
…And at once—even then, at the waking hours of his brother’s
creation—that wicked mind began to resent their
creation, and begat planning their demise…
The Enlar were released by their creator upon one of the most
unwelcoming planets ever conceived in the womb of the
universe. And, like newborn children exposed to the
elements, they were at once brought to suffer to by the
wrath of Lord Chaos.
Torture and terror were the only two facts known of existence by
the Enlar, for they were at constant mercy to the tooth
and claw of the much larger, and more powerful predators
of their ancient world. Their large brains, composing
some two-thirds of their body masses, were sweet
delicacies to the huge and hungry beasts that roamed the
land. Not a day passed without the Enlar living in
constant fear—a fear that cannot be described to any not
born of their kind—as death form them is more
excruciating than what is even conceivable to anything
but the Enlar mind.
The Enlar possessed a highly developed nervous system, whose
sensory preceptors are designed to detect even the
slightest sensations, capable of registering every last
living detail, which are then sent directly to the brain
for several layers of redundant neural processing.
Though such abilities endowed the Enlar with a limitless
capacity to observe, analyze and understand—it was
nothing short of a curse, cast upon them, to suffer at
the feasting jowls of their natural enemies.
To the Enlar, every talon’s scratch, every sinking tooth, that
penetrates their soft flesh is met with the agony of
thousand screaming deaths: far more than what is
considered possible by any other species in the known
universe. For even the slightest sensations of
discomfort—nearly undetectable to the consciousnesses of
most other races—become the searing agony of an Enlar’s
torturous end…
“Why?!” the Enlar people cried to the heavens, cursing the day that
the cruel essence of life had ever been breathed into
their helpless bodies. “For what reason have you brought
us here merely to abandon us? Soon, we are all to die,
while our enemies grow fat from feasting upon the flesh
of our children!”
But the Enlar, though lacking in spirit, possessed a keen intellect
that was without peer. And so, one by one, they began to
band together and form coalitions: exchanging ideas, and
inventing newer and more effective ways to protect
themselves. Their hearts grew bitter and calculating,
and their instinctive sense of perpetual fear was merely
an adaptation developed over the generations as a means
of self-defense. For every Enlar was born with the
knowledge that everything must be under constant vigil
and control of his vastly superior intellect—their only
one true advantage—because the slightest moment of
laxity would invariably result in the excruciating death
of being ripped apart for the sweet, fleshy nutrients
locked within his body….
Life did not come easy in those days of ancient terror,
civilization was not given to them: it was dredged out
of the limited resources on an unforgiving world. The
Enlar were relentless in their fearful
studies—perpetually analyzing and understanding to the
“Behavior Of The Beast,” in an endless struggle for
survival, so that they may live but for another day…
But as the years turned into centuries, and the centuries into
millennia, the Enlar thrived and multiplied—while never
abandoning the one true pillar of their existence. Never
did they cease their constant observation of their
surroundings, and they had grown adept at recognition of
the weaknesses in their natural predators, and even
quicker to react. As time passed, they mastered the
harsh conditions of their world—systematically
exterminating the ever-dwindling numbers of the myriad
grotesque species that continued to plague their
civilization—and their knowledge grew with every age.
Within a few short generations, they had conquered the elements,
erecting sophisticated protective barriers to secure
themselves from the ravages of the outer-world beasts
and wild tempests that were natural to their land.
Within a dozen more, they had mastered the art of
civilization, as they built vast empires that managed
and processed the limited amounts of raw materials that
their relatively poor planet had to offer. And while the
other species of the universe were still struggling to
rise above the feral creatures of their own worlds, the
brilliant Enlar children had already ascended to the
stars to continue their unyielding quest for
understanding…and protection…
The few pitifully outnumbered creatures that had managed to escape
the Enlar’s genocide were specimens whose existence was
only permitted for reasons of study. For if there was
one thing the Enlar people knew, it was to understand
their enemies, so that they may understand and
manipulate; just as every Enlar knew that to give up
even the merest scrap of information was to turn the
blind eye to the threat, and such always led to the path
of suffering and destruction. How else could they have
accomplished so much? No, it was knowledge and control
alone—the only two gods the Enlar now knew—to which they
owed everything. No more were they the helpless
creatures of the past, just as Lord Order was now
nothing more than a painful, forgotten memory.
And yet, with their accomplishments grew their pride, for it was
they—alone—had accomplished the impossible, against all
odds. Within the time-span of every Enlar’s ancestral
memory, they had succeeded in protecting themselves from
their mortal enemies…for the time being…
And so it is said, that when the Enlar had breached the heavens to
explore the stars, they knew no limit to their
arrogance.
“View My People And Marvel!” Order proclaimed to Chaos, boasting of
his finest creation, as he watched his people rise from
their planet to begin their ultimate task. “It Is They
That I Have Decided To Restore Order To Your
Madness!…For Against Every Misfortune, They Have
Succeeded—And Amidst Ever Advantage, You Have Failed!”
But with a shrewd smile of complete confidence, Chaos’s retorted:
“And What Of Your People, Younger Brother? Their Success
Is But A Mirage—Visible To None But The Desperate Man
Dying Of Thirst Alone In The Dessert!…It Is I Who Have
Conquered!…I Who Have Won: For Your People Now, Mighty
As They May Be, Serve No Other Than Me!”
And so, distraught by the words of his nemesis, Lord Order returned
to his children, and was appalled by what he found. For,
in his absence, they had grown conceited and complacent:
expanding further than what the reaches of their
knowledge could accommodate for.
Their folly had come full circle…
“STOP!” warned Order, finding his children in manic study of a
horror beyond even their most brilliant’s comprehension.
In their endless quest for better understanding,
traveling amidst the stars and unraveling the secrets of
their surrounding universe, they had unwittingly
uncovered the dark trap, set by Lord Chaos, for their
own demise. “My Children, You Must Leave This Place Of
Wickedness! Your Purpose Is To Restore Order, But I Find
You Learning The Ways Of Chaos And Cruelty!”
“Leave us be, wretch!” returned the Enlar, swelling with pride and
hubris. “For we have much to learn from these creatures,
and you are but a distraction! Leave us, and never
return!”
And so, in sadness more than rage, Lord Order abandoned his people.
Finding them upon the brink of destruction, he granted
them their wish and never returned…
He merely watched as their ships studied in orbit over the Ignus
home world, confident of their safety in light of their
previous successes. And as the Enlar pried with
captivated lenses as the strange, serpentine bodies of
their newfound specimens, Lord Order did nothing to
prevent them from continuing down the road of death and
destruction.
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