The Annals of the Peacemaker

Our people have searched, over the past millennia, for the path to peace. Where once stood, massive glaciers at our poles now vast are oceans; fertile grasslands now bomb craters, rich woodlands now turned to ash, once prosperous cities that glittered the landscape with beauty now haunt the wasteland with their ghostly presence. The Way gave us the the golden age where our people discovered technologies other sapient's have yet to imagine. They were jealous of our abundance, so we shared. Teargates were built on every known planet, allowing instant travel between worlds. We gave our secrets freely, in the name of peace, yet that was not enough. Some feared our technological achievements, so when their betrayal was found it was to late, thermal nuclear weapons blocked out the light from our skies. Our tribes scattered across the wastes, are what is left of the Siokeshana, but we have changed. No longer do we seek peace with worlds that seek our deaths, so no longer are we the people of peace we are the Amaranths, the unfading tribes of Amarathine.   Ten millennia ago prophets spoke of SioꞲilwen, The Peacemaker child of The Way, obviously he was meant to bring peace to all the worlds; though it would take five incarnations for him to defeat An Ceannn, The One child of The Commonwealth. These children of the gods have fought four times previously, but two thousand years ago when SioꞲilwen was meant to usher in a new age of peace he fail to appear in out world after the Federation persecuted it's second as well as last purge of our people. Many assume he was killed then. So with his death, An Ceann claims victory for (God Name Here) and each year his complete conquest over the Twelve Realms draws closer and closer.   Our Tribes must unite against the Imperial Federation, to show the Twelve Realms to The Way.