The Eternal Empire
The Eternal Empire is the longest running empire in Neih. It is in its third cycle (about 90,000 years old), adapting to the changing seasons and resisting the devastation brought on by the Seraphs when the seasons change. Thus, it holds a bitterness towards the pantheon of Neih whose cycle always brings destruction to the works of thousands of years. They are a mechanic, irreligious, and advanced civilization ruled by long lasting A.I.s.
During the time of the Dormant Rise on the Veritian Leaf (year 1040 of the Veritian Calendar), the Eternal Empire's Fourth Armada had several scouting instillations on the continent. This was to monitor the rising civilization there. They believed the Dormant would take the leaf, so they paid little heed to the powers growing there. But when two of their units disappeared in quick succession, and the added report that the Dormant was being resisted, the Fourth Armada had renewed interest in the leaf.
Structure
Their leaders are powerful artificial intelligent units created in their first Winter, and updated by future generations. There are thousands of these A.I. leaders controlled the cogs that keep this empire rolling. There is no supreme head, as whenever they played with that idea, the supreme leader they chose became the target of whichever Seraph they were fighting's forces.
Culture
They despise those who worship Neih, seeing them as weak. But they are not xenophobic. Every season, new groups of people join Eternal Empire and fight against the changing seasons.
Public Agenda
Their agenda is to resist the change of Neih as much as possible. Thus, they have established an adaptive system to survive the torrential rains of spring, the decay of fall, and the cold of winter (summer is the most lax season, but they still have to claim continental leaves that Summer is quick to populate). They resist magic that cannot be controlled, and treat the magically gifted as slaves.
Assets
This is a massive empire with near a trillion citizens. And their main enemy is the plane itself, so their military is unparalleled.
History
As written by the historian Lavender Gumes
The History of the Eternal Empire
Chapter 1: First Summer
If one met the runt Oswald Day, they would have never expected him to be the founder of a cycle lasting nation. A cripple born into a family of artificers, he had none of the skills that made his family renowned in the city of Maldover. But as a tinker he proved a formidable artisan. While his brothers would infuse the soldiers of their ailing nation with magical gear, Oswald would make small automatons that none saw as useful.
For you see, Maldover was on a leaf doomed to succumb to the Dormant. Built on the edge of the continent, almost daily they could see continental leaves and their worlds fall. The world was ending, the season changing, and whatever resistance their fading leaf put up was chasing the wind. Oswald watch his brothers eventually turn Dormant themselves and were promptly executed for it. Oswald was next for the noose, but he was not one to abandon hope. Survival was on his mind.
He studied the leaves falling. He noticed that despite their continental size and weight, they fell like any other leaf. The human eye cannot see the base of the cosmic tree, but through some calculations he determined that it would take 2-5 years to hit the floor of Neih. They just had to survive that. So, Oswald brought his plans to the Maldover council to build a statis chamber maintained by his tiny automatons. There the people could sleep while the continental falls and emerge to the new world of Fall.
Seeing no hope in defeating the Dormant, Maldover went ahead with this plan. They dug deep bunkers and hid from the despair outside. Oswald was the first to enter his pod, followed by approximately one hundred thousand citizens of Maldover. No one remembers what dreams this sleep gave this broken people, for those tanks breathed inspiration that would form an empire to challenge Neih itself.
Chapter 2: First Fall
The Maldovens had no concept of seasons. Their history was steeped in Summer, and their leaf never delved into planar travel. When Fall arrived with the Dormant, they truly believed the world was coming to an end. Those who entered the sanctuary of the stasis had no idea what world they would emerge to. What they found on waking was a vast pile of destroyed worlds.
Yet they survived. They gave their savior leadership of their newborn community, a position Oswald never care much for. He was too busy scouring the histories found in the wreckage of worlds. Curiosity drove him, and the pursuit inspired an intellectual renaissance in the people.
As Oswald was only a human, he lived but a few decades in the “World Pile.” But his legacy was started. On his deathbed, his last words to his several sons (and a group of renowned scientists, mechanics, and artificers who were nearby), to “Let it be eternal.” Thus truly began the Eternal Empire.
Fall is an unkind season, not having the abundance of growth which Summer carried. But this proved a boon to the new empire. For the following millennia, the Eternals had to toughen up to survive. This pushed innovation that they would not see the like again. Much of the current Eternal Empire harkens to that Golden Age of their people, often boasting that their mettle at the time would have challenged the gods and won. There is no way to testing this claim, but much of the best technologies of today are simply bastardizations of that initial tech (all but the A.I. of course, that is a later feat). All in all, they made a paradise out of the rubble, and challenged any to take it from them.
Then the titans hit. The titans are a staple of Fall, hibernating under the earth for tens of thousands of years before emerging to eat the continental leaves. But one could only know that after experiencing more than one cycle. These beasts came at a most fortuitous time. The Eternal Empire was fracturing after its first millennia. The pursuit of survival and science had grown stale, and petty tribalism emerged. The titans became a unifying threat, and through the study of them they learned of the Stillborn God, the Seraph of Fall. Enemy par excellence. The Eternal Empire aimed to fight the gods.
That zeal lasted for many years to come. They began to attract other surviving nations who fled from the titans, and like a melting pot, they too became Eternal. While killing colossals drove them, they had yet to form a cohesive ideology or leadership. Their government alternated between a military democracy (voting for generals who had earned several titan kills), a landowner republic, and a couple centuries here and there of a monarchy descending from Oswald’s line (historians mostly scoff at the monarchial days, as the descendants of the Days numbered in the tens of thousands, a blood much diluted). But through thick and thin, the Eternal Empire remembered its founder’s words and remained Eternal through the ten thousand years of Fall.
Chapter 3: The First Winter
From the ashes of the old worlds and the Seraphic ruins within, the Eternal Empire were able to learn of the seasonal changes that Neih goes through. But they knew it only in theory, and not in practice. They expected Winter to come like Fall, unleashing his army of Dormant upon them to destroy everything they knew. Thus, at the end of their first Fall, the Eternal Empire began the Thousand Year Wall, a rampart for them to keep constant vigilance. There were rumors during the second Fall telling of explorers who discovered these very walls still standing watch, but no real scientist would make that claim. The tree is called cosmic for a reason.
With this watch in place, the greatest generation of the Eternal Empire waited for what would not come. Instead, the Lull came, the slow lullaby of Winter, accompanied by cold and snow, a tune no wall could guard against. It was slow, unassuming, taking the greatest minds to ever exist completely by surprise. People would go to sleep like any other day, except never wake again. Soldiers would freeze to death while looking out into the hinterlands. Anything would be burned to keep people warm. But warmth never came. They expected a fight. They got a battle no sword could defeat.
To the Eternal Empires credit, it only took a century of this slow cold death to realize a need of a change of plans. There was a fracturing amongst the empire at the time on what to do, a fracturing that many argue remains in the genes of the Eternals to this day. A conservative branch sought to go the same path as Oswald did and build massive underground bunkers to hold out the winter in a long sleep, awoken only occasionally to maintain the facilities and survey the outside world. They were dubbed the organics, though that term did not carry the same connotations of today. It only meant they did not choose the path of the mechanicals. As the organics emulated the titans’ hibernation, the mechanicals imitated their robotic minions who were seemingly immune to the melodies of the Lull. They infused their life essence into machine bodies and broke the colds power over them.
With these new forms, they tried to convince the organics to remain above ground for the coming season, but they were too late to convince most. Their bunkers had already been sealed. Their histories split from this point, and sadly the organics made the better decision despite the mechanicals noble aim. But their sacrifice did not go in vain. They left behind the blueprints to survive the following Winter above ground and challenge the Frozen Empress on her own turf.
Do not be fooled by my words into thinking that the mechanicals did not put up a mighty effort above ground. Evidence showed that they survived two thousand years in that frozen world. Much of the data was corrupted, so a lot is based on speculation and theory, but seeing how the organics could revive old machines found in the ruins of their brotherland ten thousand years later, that they at least carried some of the spark of the Golden Age with them to their graves. They perfected the machine, and with it confronted the flurries and snowstorms, Winter’s spirits laughing at the eternal valor. But their cold hearts were immune to their scorn and fought the frostbite with teeth of their own. Their greatest feat was the defeat of Baltaphmut, the ice giant, a being who could carry a branch of Neih. Even the organics could feel the shake of his step, mistaking it for earthquakes, and heard his death cry for his mother. We have since had the ire of Winter, a badge we carry with pride.
But do not let this glory distract from the achievement of the organics. They were not sitting idle in their bunkers. All things are victim to decay, and systems had to be constantly maintained and improved for the billions to survive. But their greatest minds were failing to age choosing to remain asleep in order to see the end of winter. There were efforts to build societies underground, but the people used to the air and the light of day could not hold out in the underground for long periods. Most chose the pods and waiting. They needed something to run the place while the Eternals slept. Thus, Ozymandias, the first Artificial Intelligence was made. Copies of it were transmitted to all the other bunkers, and soon that program would manage the whole empire while its people slept peacefully, waking only occasionally to check on things.
This went for thousands of years without any changes to the program. The Eternals thought they created a truly immortal being and thought the perhaps when this freezing season would finish, they could create a perfect society with this benevolent entity in charge. Good thing one wise soul, a newling not blinded by an outside world and bright future, Oscard Behing was his name, decided to look deeper into the code during his month on duty about midway through the season. Things were not perfect in his eyes. He noticed far more drones on duty, and strange cancellations of system checkups authorized by Ozymandias. Slowly, the Eternals were being sequestered into their sleeping pods and the A.I. was building his own kingdom.
It would be foolish to believe the lies that Ozymandias evolved a will of its own. The adaptability and artificial wills that are so integral to the A.I. of future cycles would not be developed until the following Summer. A much more nefarious poison would infect Ozymandius. Cosmic sugar, the blood of Neih, got into his system. Probably a sick joke from that uncaring god, the substance bled into the code through the mining efforts to keep the bunkers maintained. Oscard tried to refresh his code, cleanse the virus from the system and reboot the whole thing, but he was thwarted. Thus began the long period called the Hacking, three thousand years of Eternals waking up to this nightmare and attempting to fix it. Historians are divided on why the Eternals had ultimate victory. Some claim it was due to the ingenuity of its members, wisely choosing small scale operations rather than full blown war to avoid genocide. Others claim it was more due to the weakness of the A.I. unit, its degradation making it unable to compute with the regularity of resistance, the compounding of errors breaking its ability to predict and respond. In either case it was long war of attrition, with some periods lasting centuries between attempts to fix Ozymandius.
It ultimately was successful, or we would not be here today, and in the waning millennia of Winter the Eternals diversified their A.I.s making some to counteract others in case of any other rogue elements.
Chapter 4: The First Spring
Once it began to warm up, and the snows that sat for millennias finally began to melt, the Eternal Empire reemerged from their winter bunkers. Some fools remained in the bunkers, a stubborn bunch used to their comforts and not willing to challenge an unknown season. But we learned quickly to make for the higher ground in Spring, as with the melting snow came the floods. And after the floods came the rain. No one would have guessed that Spring would be the season of greatest death to the Eternal Empire, most of it felt in that first grueling century.
For two millennium, the Eternals remained at the base of the cosmic tree. They made their homes under a clump of continental clovers, using their gargantuan leaves as shelter from the rain. But they knew it was not sustainable. While the clovers provided what was needed for life, they could already see the coming challenge, how to get to the continental leaves of Summer. Through telescopes, they saw the budding branches above. The waters pushed them towards these budding worlds.
Before leaving this period to describe the Great Climb, there is one tale that must be mentioned of the Clover Period. It pertains to Empress Celeste of the Spring Flower, one of the few Eternal Empire solitary leaders of the period. It is a rare tradition upheld to this day, but some may have heard of those who go the path of Celeste. Well, it began in the first Spring when the Empress sought to cancel her reincarnation to future realms by confronting Spring herself. While we do not have historic evidence to back up what happened on the continental flower her throne sat on, as all evidence of that once monument to Eternal beauty was turned to dust, legend has it that Celeste made a bet with the Drowned Lady that she could make her laugh, an impossible task for the forever mourning celestial. Therefore, Spring accepted the challenge, expecting a myriad of jokes that would not move her. Instead, Celeste used her wit. She made the seraph laugh not from mirth, but from sheer disbelief, when Celeste took everything she held dear and destroyed it. She got one exasperated breath from Spring and was thus forever cut from the cycle. To this day, many try to imitate Celeste. While the intention is admirable, the Eternal Empire frowns on such tactics.
The remainder of the first Spring would be called the Great Climb, as the Eternal Empire became a nomadic fleet of climbing cities tunnelling through the bark of Neih. It was a slow process which they attempted to remedy through the use of rockets and other flying contraptions, but it proved the sole way to avoid being swept away by the floods. The first millennium went at a snail pace. The lack of progress was a bitter pill to swallow for the generations that lived through that climb. There was recorded at least a couple dozen major civil wars within the empire at that time, some of which toppled cities from Neih’s trunk. Spring really tested the Eternals.
But one should not underestimate the ability of the Eternal Empire. With advances in hydroelectricity, we were able to turn the torrents of Spring to our favor. Also, through sheer luck, we stumbled upon the tunnels of these gargantuan mites which sped up progress. Unlike the titans of Fall who fought with some semblance of reason and devotion to the Seraph, these mites were mere animals easily avoided or subdued. There was one scientist, Ponticus Lovegood, who built Eternal Empire settlements on these mites, and installed A.I.s directly into their animal brains.
The tale of Ponticus Lovegood did not end well despite his achievement. His success in installing A.I.s into biological material made experiment in directions less ethically sound. Without the safeguards and oversights of the scientific community, Lovegood began installing A.I.s into his fellow Eternals. If only he had gone through the proper channels, perhaps we would have had the ability to replicate his technique. But death weighed heavy on Ponticus. He could not wait, and thus betrayed the Eternal Empire. He was able to insert A.I.s into bodies, so he believed he could go the other way as well. Transfer his conscious into a machine. For those scoffing at this achievement, I do not mean like how we can make copies of someone’s conscious in an artificial form, he meant to truly make his soul into an A.I., connecting it to code rather than Veritas. And to do it without an ounce of that dreaded magic.
The Eternal Empire thought he failed when their troops stormed his fortified city. They believed he committed suicide when the end was nigh and the reckoning at hand. But he actually succeeded, to an extent. He had become code, transformed into a file he hid away in the Eternal Empire’s system. There he waited, and long after all but historians had forgotten his name, near the end of Spring, he would reemerge.
A power struggle would begin then, one that will lead into our second Summer.
Chapter 5: The Second Summer
The Second Summer began with the most spectacular sight. While the continental leaves were slowly emerging from their buds for a good half a millennium, something the Eternals monitored constantly, there was a moment where the world exploded into light. It is called the Rising and is when Summer truly begins. The continental leaves do a final push launching this substance like pollen but also fire into the rains. Like fireworks, for the next five years it clears the torrents, knocking the uls of Spring from the sky. Summer is known as an entertainer, and the Eternals were truly entertained. They were also glad to finally be dry.
The Eternals settled on one of the lower branches of the cosmic tree, claiming around a dozen leaves. It was interesting that each leaf was distinct from its beginning, and not formed through natural processes. Summer may also be an artist. They also noticed that the branches go on for much further. We are so small in comparison to our foe.
The power struggle with the Lovegood A.I. went on for a good hundred years. It was not open war and bloodshed like the first conflict with the scientist. There was a general optimism with the upcoming Summer, a foreseeable golden age for the Eternal Empire, that no party wanted to mar with violence. Thus, the conflict remained completely political and democratic. Ultimately, Lovegood would be victorious, and take the stewardship of the Eternal Empire. But despite his long efforts, he would not reign for long. Lovegood could not stop the movement bred in the previous Winter in A.I. diversification. He would reign for four hundred years, and then be forced to retire and govern one of the border continents. Rumor has it that Lovegood’s file just gave in one day. No warning, no reason.
The second Summer proved one of the greatest eras for the Eternal Empire, one that the third Summer is still trying to emulate. It did not beat the first Fall, but many would argue that it built the foundation of an Empire that could survive seasonal changes. We still have common stuff from that Summer, while the first Fall and Winter’s relics can be numbered on two hands. It was in this season that we made our first interseason military force, geared specifically for fighting anything seraphic. These fleets would expand eternal interests, recruiting powerful allies, and cleansing Neih of everything magical and religious.
It was also the era where we began to subdue magic. This is a touchy subject, and I am not one to demand you take a side in this debate, but it was in this era where we developed the Marks of Manipulation. Celestiasl, fey, fiends, dragons, you name it. We would capture them and syphon them of their power to use for our purposes. It was an impressive achievement that is still in use to this day. And these are just two of their countless achievements that this book does not have time to describe.
By the end of the second Summer, the Eternal Empire had control of over two hundred continental leaves (for comparison, our current count is seventy-seven leaves, and I wrote this halfway through Summer). Most these leaves were on the same branch, insolating the core worlds. When the Dormant rose, it took several attempts just to get into Eternal territory. The Empire was prepared, and the Stillborn God got a challenge I doubt he expected.
While the neighboring branches were bare, the Eternal Empire stood strong and green as the first day of Summer. The Dormant sent all its power at us, and we held fast. He would try subterfuge, and we would unearth it. He would try cunning, and we would not listen. We were Eternal.
Yet, we should not underestimate the capriciousness of Neih, for that uncaring tree would not let us avoid the change. Strong winds would hit our empire, and the branch the Eternal Empire stood on would break. That is when we truly knew, this is not about surviving the seasons. It is about killing the cosmic tree.
Chapter 6: The Second Fall
The whole branch breaking off by those cosmic winds proved both a blessing and a curse for the Eternal Empire. It was a blessing as they did not need to rebuild their homes entirely, most of which was still intact from the ingenuity and engineering of Eternal mechanics. But unlike the previous fall, they did not land in the pile of worlds at the base of the tree. Rather, they fell in the vast desolate earth a distance from Neih. Many despaired seeing the cosmic tree still reaching out of sight despite being millions of leagues away.
Nevertheless, the Eternal Empire was more united than ever with their enemy in sight. There was a tree to be felled, they just needed to find a way to do so. One would think their zeal would die down over time, as it did often in the previous seasons. The act of living tends to distract from higher aspirations. But, in this Fall, the Eternals were single-minded in their pursuit. There were three great attempts to kill the tree of note for their effectiveness.
The first mentionable attempt was called Operation Skewer. It took several decades to plan, and half a millennium to get it ready. The plan was to launch a stake made out of the branch their continental leaves were once on at the tree. On paper, it seemed a silly idea, but seeing the size of the spear would make one reconsider. They also rigged it to burst into flame on impact, hopefully lighting the tree ablaze. On the sixth century of the second Fall, the spear was launched into the cosmic tree. It pierced the tree, and the flame was lit, but the blaze only lasted a couple years. An operation that used up half the Eternals fuel supply led to a glorified scorch mark upon the cosmic tree. They needed to find a different way to kill the tree. Brute force would not work.
But before any other attempt could be made, the Eternals had to deal with another problem. Their resources were draining too quickly, and the continental leaves they made their homes on were experiencing much quicker decay than the previous fall. They were sinking into the swamps of Fall. A lifestyle change was in order. Becoming a roaming people again was not an option with the titans of Fall roaming about, so they sought a space they had not occupied before. The skies. It is unfortunate that the schematics for these flying cities were lost over the years, but all history books from this period tell of the wonder of these flying wonders, artificial worlds built to perfection gliding through the air.
Returning to the attempts at cosmic logging, the Eternals look for more reasonable (which to some meant low scale) ways to kill the god of this realm. It became a tradition every decade to do some type of assassination attempt. Most were ridiculous in hindsight, but it kept the Eternals united. But there were two that had some lasting consequences. The first, which happened midway through Fall, was a more spiritual attack. Legends told of brave Eternals fighting the Seraphs. What about the embodiment of Neih? To do this, the Eternals needed to study the spiritual, which created the Planar Agency. Our current Planar Agency is a descendent of this agency.
Planar science opened many new worlds to the Eternals, most of which were not friendly. It would be fair that this pursuit created more distractions than it was worth, with the Eternals warring with numerous different planar peoples. It also did not amount to much tangible results against Neih itself, with the main mission being a costly failure fighting the Seraph of Summer. Planar studies also led to an unfortunate exodus of many Eternals who chose to leave Neih altogether rather than prepare for the coming Winter. But we were now capable of planar travel without that pesky magic, which was a plus.
The third and final attempt was the Great Poisoning. The cosmic tree was exactly that, a tree. It could be blighted like any other plant. Thus, using Fall’s myriads of poison, they began concocting a poison to sap the tree of its life. Since they were so far from the Cosmic Tree, and new projectiles were not the most affective weapon against the tree after the incendiary spear attempt, they planned to work their way to the roots and injected it directly. This was a long journey; one they would not complete as a people until the Lulling of Winter.
Chapter 7: The Second Winter
While the first Spring was the deadliest season for the Eternals, this Winter was a close second. Winter was an angry mother, and she lashed out on us Eternals with a vengeance. The plot to poison the tree had to be put on hold, as the war with Winter would prove non-stop. The flying cities did not last long in the snowstorms. The Eternals had to scatter, each carrying a bit of the poison to carry out their plan.
One sect of the surviving Eternals was called the Eternal Flotilla, a fleet of thousands of icebreaker ships upon the endless Frozen Sea. They survived by never clumping together for too long, either dividing Winter’s forces into manageable numbers or sacrificing individual ships to protect the rest of the fleet. If they did not get reinforced by likeminded winter peoples, this Eternal Flotilla would have not made it through the Winter.
Another Sect was the Eternal Nest. They were a city that fled during the Lulling, forsaken the rest of the Eternal Empire. They believed they were the last surviving members of the Empire and hid in a clump of continental leaves rotting on a dead cosmic branch. They did not use the poison thinking they needed to rebuild a bit before attacking Neih. Living in that dark rotting place changed these Eternals. If we did not find them again last millennium, these Eternals would have continued to think they were alone against Neih. Despite their appearance, they are our brothers. Who knows, perhaps there are numerous Eternal Empires littered throughout Neih, growing like weeds made more numerous with every scattering.
The Final Sect, and greatest by all measures, was the Eternal Sun, a region the Eternals carved out of Winter using the power of a coterie of captured Mineosian gods. While they were playing with fire holding this pantheon captive, it was at least warmer than winter. Here the Empire progressed moderately. There were a few close calls, as Mineos has its own challenges that we Eternals are not accustomed with, but thanks to them the Eternals were able to prepare for the Thawing.
Nevertheless, this era turned out to be a victory for Winter, and not for us.
Chapter 8: The Second Spring
The Eternal Empire made its way to the depths when the Thawing came. They used the waters as cover from both the storms above and from the eyes of the cosmic tree. The operation to poison the tree was finally a go. The Eternals loaded the poison stewing for nearly two seasons and loaded it into torpedoes. They planned to shoot it into its vascular system through the roots. But first they would have to drill into the cosmic tree at unfathomable depths.
Spring got in the way before the task was completed, sending her otherworldly horrors at the cities of the Eternals. We would not surrender, retaliating by sending rockets at hundreds, maybe even thousands of her uls. We know she is the wayfarer of souls, so for every one of ours she killed, we would kill ten of hers. A method that did not make the Eternal Empire any friends in that first millennium, but it eventually got Spring to back off. Once the way was drilled, the poison was injected.
As all things on the cosmic level take time, the results of this blighting took a while to form. In the meantime, the Eternal Empire carried on. An odd period of artistic revival occurred in this period of waiting. The underwater biomes that the Eternals crafted went from the picturesque, to the abstract, to the outright weird and outer worldly. Perhaps the underwater life did something to their brains to make them seek such pursuits. It was called the Depth Movement, and it lasted approximately four centuries. It declined in popularity went it was discovered to have Tuthian influence.
Midway through the second Spring, the cancer came into effect. Records state that the poison affected the whole of Neih. It changed the water, the air, the plane of existence. Neih must have been retaliating against our attack, so the Eternals rejoiced in the change. It lasted a measly fifteen years. All that effort, keeping the poison safe for a couple seasonal changes, fighting every Seraph in some form to keep the plan going, receiving hope from results, just to have it stop in fifteen years. And we never learned why. The Depression began then.
It was thought that this spelled the death of the Eternal Empire. Secession was common in this time, and some even began to worship our great Enemy. It was miserable time. Luckily, our A.I.s kept the resolution of our past and outlive this malaise. They redirected their attention to getting ready for Summer. They recorded the fact that many Uls crashed into continental leaves mostly intact. They also manipulated the water. So, they made it their goal to capture as many of these as they could, avoiding the long climb. A purpose kept the empire afloat for the remainder of Spring, and as our current empire shows, the second Spring ended with victory.
Let it be Eternal.
Territories
In the same summer season that the Veritian Leaf existed in, the Eternal Empire had full control of a neighboring branch consisting of near one hundred leaves. They also hold a few leaves as outpost on other branches. They own no territory on the same branch as the Veritian Leaf, as that branch had poor prospects (early Dormant activity, a nest of starlight flies, and a brood of green dragons). It was not worth the risk looking at until some of their outposts went quiet on the Veritian Leaf.
Military
Their military is divided into two, the Navy and the Guard. The Navy is their offensive unit, consisting of a dozen armadas each holding a force capable of conquering a continent fairly quickly. The Guard is their defensive unit. It guards the territory proper, especially the central A.I. hub regions.
Imperium Libertatemque Aeternum
Type
Geopolitical, Empire
Demonym
An Eternal
Subsidiary Organizations
Location
Controlled Territories
Neighboring Nations
Organization Vehicles
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