the birth of infinity
Vegala Infinity’s solar system was birthed from atomic creation, bringing to life an omnipotent being called Primus Vegalos. Inside Primus was a central brain called the IRIS. It would not only record everything past and present but was everything that told of many futures.
Primus Vegalos was born from within the Cradyl Primus as one soul barer. This light would split apart the fabrics of life itself, creating a whole in the system that was discovered to be a realm beyond their own in the process of creation. Hithaföl and Yondrathöl were henceforth dubbed as the two sister realms.
The Cradyl Primus brought light, but it wasn’t without its enemy. The darkness that quickly retreated from the impact of light was slowly returning, consuming everything and returning it to the shadows. Inside the darkness, cryptic monsters of pure blackness shrieked and whispered machinations, their voices echoing through the nothingness.
Since before the birth of life, everything atomic and particle-born would randomly swing around each other, often creating horrific unknown species of nothingness, and yet still something. From these whispers, vowel sounds were heard, and this would be how Primus Vegalos would come to create communication. As these monsters loomed closer to the centre of Hithaföl, Vegalos aimed to fight off every last hoard of dark matter approaching, but was vastly outnumbered.
After many years, they finally discovered they could use the Cradyl Primus to fight against what he would call the damned. They took a brave plunge into the ball of ethereal magma, scooping smaller balls of burning flames and scattering six across the entire realm. Many damned creatures were destroyed, and the darkness retreated once more.
But this all came at a great personal cost. As a result, they split into three distinct entities, each representing a crucial aspect of their former self: Hithistrus, Yondathaticus, and Wondramite. These three pillars became the key protectors of Vegala Infinity. Notably, Vegalos’ brain vessel, the IRIS Archival, remained intact and appeared as a colossal, shimmering boulder.
But even the divinity of the archival was not enough to be swayed from tempt. each of the three would fight amongst one another for ultimate possession. they would all come to reach out to the glistening rock that was once collectively themselves, it started expelling thunderous images into the minds of the deities. they had discovered this spectacle of wonder gave grave prophecy to the three.
The IRIS Archival and its inhabitants made a pact to safeguard their ground and their vast repository of knowledge from any potential threats. Over the years, they observed the IRIS closely, discovering that it shed its skin as it grew. However, a hidden marking on the boulder caught their attention, though it remained obscure at the time.
Centuries would pass, and the deities would find there have been entire civilisations created from the Cluster Primus’s across each corner of the cosmos. It turns out when the Clusters approached where they would explode, they catapulted into mysterious pieces of matter that heralded many different properties from one another, which caused the Cluster Primus to regurgitate many biomes in many forms. Spirits were inhabiting these planes in their own realm, but had no idea where they were coming from.
After much discovery, they found that each species on the other side of their realm in Yondrathöl was already creating its own advanced civilisations. Oddly enough, the realm acted as an almost perfect mirror. Whenever a system was established in Hithaföl, a mirror image was created in Yondrathöl. These life-inhabiting vessels became sister planets, and the discovery of life after death became a monumental piece of research for the deities.
Upon first contact with several of these ghoulish spirits, they had been approached with several optics of moral compass, many cultural backgrounds were made from differing origins, society was not working collectively as each would consider one another as an enemy, an outer world alien that is unfamiliar to their own. The deities decided order needed to be made between the galaxies that stopped the endless fights. It was written, each planet must be aware of the common goal, which is to keep darkness from consuming all life, therefore doing what they can to keep their own Cluster Primus’s alive.
and so vegala infiinty created a unified guild in the centre of everything, right above where the original cradyl primus remained. Bastions of council would watch over one anothers sacred planetary systems. they vowed that, at least for a while, they would never approach either respective planet, or at most do everything they could to protect their sacred worlds from discovering one another in an attempt to deter potential anarchy and warfare.
learn where the journey all began
Hither & Yonder, be ready for wonder.
legend began with a bang so ferocious it created a prism of cosmic rage, birthing deities from the nothing of the damned. it is these deities that would be challenged to fight the lustrous cage of darkness with the creation of several galactic eruptions of light, which would become supernovas for civilisations across the galaxy of vegala infinity. beyond their realm of hithafol lived the connected presence of yondrathol, the sister realm of which mortals would spend their days birthed to keep their worlds alive until the last breath.
sister realm of Yondrathöl, birthplace of everything
Birth realm of the beginning of everything. A ferocious bang rippled through the galaxy, creating deities in the vastness of nothingness. Their radiated light shone upon one another enough to instil cognisance of their presence, and what they were capable of containing of a destructive and atomic force set to explode, known only as the Cradyl Primus. But a darkness moved at ferocious tenacity toward their abode of baron. Of these deities they possessed unique traits that would collide in a civil creation of beacons that sought the darkness back to whence it came. Forever bound by a fight against the tides of blackness, they had forged a number of supernovas among their deep space, which in turn created life beyond their own. During the aftershock, a rock forged from the impact, and upon mere possession would expose knowledge to the beholder that empowered new found intelligence. It would be millenniums passing before they came to know of planetary life sweeping through Vegala Infinity. Upon the revelation, they would reign and claim this spectacle the all knowing IRIS archival. Their systems would undergo many tales and tragedies, several implosive societal downfalls and collapses of biomes, which lent the hand of darkness a very welcome entrance back into the galaxy’s gravest becoming threat.
The deities would harvest many lost souls, and construct the foundation of everything, combining all knowledge found from afar into an unstoppable fortitude, powered by what left they could contain of the Cradyl Primus. It grows continuously throughout millions of eons, and remains a threat that instils the Deities future concerns in every present day that passes. Regardless the pursuit to enthral and overwhelm the shade of the unforeseen is of the grandest importance , and it became clearer new lifeforms needed guidance. As such, their new found spirits would be thus dubbed “Vegalians”. Only the best of the best are to be chosen as almighty gods of these systems, residing in their designated post on their new planetary exhibition. Gods were to never connect with their other realm planet on Yondrathöl, as upon such a connection would spell pandemonium and force unworthy eyes to lurk inward. They however would be the birthing of Yondrathöl’s fates, moral alignments, structure and evolution as the world continues to grow. They are to stand loyal to their foundation until the day their star obliterates their system, and must return swiftly back to Vegala Infinity. They are to be the bridge that remains connected to the IRIS archival, for it is this famed relic that will record all of history’s truest self, used to learn from it and prey for a longer lasting light.
Hithaföl
Six systems, one home, one lone suicide mission
yondrathöl
Six brave worlds, one visitor from beyond, one looming demise.
sister realm of hithaföl, born to eternal struggle
From the destructive explosion birthing life through the bubble of Hithaföl opens a rip in the fabrics of their life as they know it, creating a divided realm space. Yondrathöl was born from the ashes. For every beacon lit from Vegala Infinity, there birthed its sister systems in turn, which became the birth place of civilisations, biomes beyond comprehension, and vast open pockets of darkness cast out by their admirable supernovas. For some it was clear rather early on that a looming shadow attempts to lurk closer, but for many other civilisations they would not know this until it was too late. Cultivated clusters of belief were varied on the concepts of other worldly powers ruling their kingdoms, but would never come close to witnessing beyond their own realm. Many would come close to being advanced enough as a species to attempt traversing the worlds, but would never quite make it past their own home solar systems. Of such who could escape their chained abodes would never truly pass through realms. They would find them discovering other worldly systems, and such discoveries saw each other as Xenos races, and could never bare these other worldly beings the honour of anything less than a threat. This would become the reason Yondrathöl would never allow entry from Hithaföl to those still alive on the other side. Upon being able to traverse such a realm, there would be no way to reverse such a traversal. Such power of the ripple warp would scoop your insides out, only leaving your spirit to pass through, and in essence would be your own deadly demise. A common theme between all divided worlds was the recognition of a shroud of darkness sunk into the middle of space. They would each have their own idea of what that gape in the void meant, but would all reign the conclusion it needed to be contained. The Void, an Onyx Desolation, The Herald of Leviathan, a Non-Biome, The Grand Oppressor, or perhaps even The Invisible Home, all it remained was an empty husk of planet swallowing mass containing beasts unlike any imaginable concept. They would all eventually come to know of many other systems within their vicinity, all but one which had been created far beyond the planes of space they can analyse and study.
templar emperors
“a cogs only desire is to spin. let it spin as does the soil”.
Humans have long since lived to grow and adapt as they survive the trenches of existential dread and woe. These wonderers believe in a religious overseer, but deluded themselves into thinking they had to create their overseer who was never going to come for them. Centuries pass as the land destroys its organic resource and turns to an era of artificial technology, borrowing from the minds of regular civilians and crafting what they believe is wizardry and playing with forces unbeknownst to them, but are in fact just mirrors of their own shells.
crimson colony
“to serve the endless flame is to make peace with the ashes”
Rising heat waves permeate from Vegala 1 and 3 as it creates fire and onyx. Gargoyles and orcs of magma and onyx come together born from the acidic fire that brims through their system. A system dividing these species moves their plates from one side of their system to another, like individual tectonic plates in their own orbit. Their 6 layers of hell act as the measure of depth one must remain in to survive in their atmosphere. Often times planets cross from one to another, which can often result in civil discourse. But from the flames becomes a forged arsenal of heavy weaponry each borrow as they grow stronger.
phyliphasees
“Solemn void be cast aside, the one true orb is the only side”.
Caught in between the fires of Vegala 2, and the parasitic gases erupting from Vegala 4, Angels of shining orbs were born. They were but mere glowing entities scattering through the cosmos of their own system. Their lives had moved far beyond the concept of survival, and had discovered the strength of being a light that keeps away the darkness. Many of these angels are cast away if they bring nothing to their planetary structure and are seen as lesser by their overseers. They would lurk across the planes of nothingness in search for a home, to which they would find it in a race of titan mechs.
bozchlyth gnial
“we but flesh, scorn of nothing, we prey upon that which cowers in dark”
Millenia's pass through Vegala, and with rising pollution crossed between Vegala 5 & 3, gluttony and vile bacteria's evolved into freakishly barbaric Xenos races. They are a disease that prey on spreading across planes of land, consuming mass entities to transform and evolve throughout years, eventually being able to spread their wings unto territories unaware of their emerging swarms.
trojan magnus
“01101-magnuswall-bindthebiomass-01101-thyangeltitanswillbedone-01101”
An age of mechanic tyranny bestows the regions of Vegala 5. Trojan Magnus. A war of machines came with a perilous fight for biomass, all in which to create super titans capable of fortifying their worlds and keeping danger away. These monsters are lesioned by dark angels that create forgery and harmony between steel and muscle, crafting the faces of blood and debauchery on a titans chest. A Trojan titan's bionic carnage knows no bounds when combined with super human organisms. They had faced Xenos armies before, and with their remains would become this forging.
velvetta
“If memory serves well, we serve the memory. the archival serves to us as we preserve its integrity”
In the far away barons of Vegala Infinity remains a race of majestic elvan royalty bent on concealing archives of recourse to be sent back to Vegala Infinity. This empire was not about war, they were about protecting knowledge and bringing it back to their rulers caught in the middle of the Vegala bubble. Time after time, several of the various systems floating in space catch their eyes on this resource and instead come to lust for this knowledge and prey on its seed. Several times the Velvettans frail masses would succumb to invasion, and must spend the rest of their lives being defenders of resource.
the damned
Even as time never existed, the darkness was always there. no beginning, no middle, and seemingly no end, the damned was first discovered by the three deities of vegala infinity, a common enemy for the wielders of cradyl. the many monstrous and deceptive creatures lurking in the damned were nothing short of extra terrestrial, and dare they even be something. to be nothing but something all at once, this was the dark matter that would collide between one another.
perfect atomic splashes and clashes would birth monsters both alive and dead, with the only noises emanating from the void being the many sound barrier collapses of each atomic hurl. it were these noises that caused Primus Vegalos to create communication. but these weren’t shrieks from a vast plane of baron, merely atomic impacts. writing these down was yet another thing, and this would birth runic scripture. vegalos would carve these into his own skin as a reminder, and each visceral noise would inspire the shapes of these runes.
they would meet with vegalos and suffer all the same by being sent backwards by their many cluster primus globes, of which would eventually create a scattering of systems across the galaxy. while the light remained, the damned would be at bay.
hithafol thrived with these monsters, but yondrathol, alas, had nothing. instead those who died and passed through from hithafol would respectfully land within their own system’s afterlife. there were unfortunately many spirits that became corrupted long before they arrived, and those spirits would be later banished to the damned.
what a grave mistake this became.
Now there existed lives with experiences, the darkness became sentient, educated, aware… and much hungrier. their power may still have been pushed back by the light, but they have time to build upon their empire all on their very own. soon, emperors would become of the damned, creating castles, kingdoms, and pitting all those who were weaker into an eternity of slavery, building everything with their blood, sweat and tears.
because the runes had existed, and because those who remember these runes would enter the damned, they had created their own runic language, and it was found that all who get sent there could be stabalised by an arcane protective layer, cursed by the havok runes themselves. and now with not only the smallest and largest creatures in the galaxy inhabiting such a battlefield of disarray, they were also protected, and smater than ever before.
vegala infinity will be at constant war with the darkness, for it is the only permanance… the only inevitable… or so the galaxy deems.
The jaws of oblivion
One fatal travesty on Hithaföl sunk the empire of everything that created it. The Cradyl Primus that supported Vegala Infinity had been intruded, its core component of stabilisation had been stolen, angering the erupting ball of chaos. Without the IRIS archival to stabilise this gargantuan atom smasher, it would succumb to its properties reversing, and thus becoming a colossal black hole. The empire had been sucked inwards with all its infrastructure collapsing, all who resides on Vegala Infinity would find themselves in a territory they would recognise as Yondrathöl. What use to be an empty black void had been filled with a fallen kingdom still bringing themselves back from carnal destruction. What could only described as a civil war beyond the concept of civil, unresolved scorn had developed before plummeting into new territory. The IRIS has now disappeared, the deities have lost all hope of retrieving sight of what they lost, and are now doomed to an endless defence against not only their own birth nation, but now the ever so distant threats from Yondrathöls many systems and civilisations. Of what other-worldly beholders existed, all had a varied conclusion once again, with many believing this new territory being a saviour of light, and to some a sign of inevitable demise. However their curiosity and greed would send them across stars in search of an entry to the jaws of Vegala Infinity. The oddly comical part of it all? Upon such war happening, they would herald this beacon society as a god that bestows fealty. Elitism would score the galaxy, as if they felt their so called higher elites deemed everyone but themselves worthy. Spiritually they believed the light would power them, which made everyone that isn’t them seem like less an advisory, but a traitorous oppression plaguing space as they know it. Little did any of them realise the deities were not welcoming these beings into their vast open kingdom, but sought to keep them out. All who venture through the jaws of Vegala are immediately consumed and eradicated, destroyed by the atmosphere surrounding it. This would not stop the many subsystems from trying, which would lead to an inconclusive and endless war in the stars, what many in Vegalian history would dub as “The Jaws of Oblivion”.