Gaiaterra: Elysea's Conflict/The Coming Horrors

2025 V.C.

The Grey Steel recon force moved through the shadows of the ruined city. Senses were alert for any survivors.

It was an unlikely prospect, and everyone knew it. Not much had survived the Reckoning. Almost everyone had died. The faithful, the heretical, the righteous, the sinful, all of them, annihilated. The Order had survived by hiding. It was something the Order had grown good at doing after several hundred years, but no one had expected it to save them from something like this. And even then, Gilneas was a crater.

The Inquisitor recon vehicle rolled over the bones of the countless dead. The attack had come with such speed that people had died en masse in the city streets, not that those fortunate enough to take shelter had fared any better. Once, the city had been lively at all hours of the day and night, never resting for a moment. Now only silence reigned, and the city’s rest was eternal.

It was the same story elsewhere in the world. From Port Vigilance, warships had sliced through the arctic sea and found that even remote parts of the world, including the home port of the Alliance’ 5th Fleet and (insert Iceland equivalent) itself, were dead places. The Aquilan air fleet hadn’t even gotten off the ground before it was smashed into the dirt, and ports had become graveyards for the ships docked there. The Atlantis Sprawl was dead, too. It remained afloat, but that wouldn’t last. Already the aquatic Sprawl was beginning to take on water without its automated systems to regulate the floating metropolis’s buoyancy. Soon, Atlantis would take its thousands of dead residents with it to the icy depths.

All across the world, Order units emerged from hiding, only to confirm that their part of the world had likewise suffered. Every now and then, a few survivors were discovered – a subterranean Voshkod listening post here, a PAWI-shielded Minuteman base that had hunkered down there, MLA soldiers who fled into the deepest tunnels. Some parts of the world were no longer habitable. When Aden fell, almost nothing in that already-blighted region survived. So violent had the Reckoning been that seismic and volcanic activity had spiked the world over – the western seaboard of North Aquila and all of Cantha had been devastated by tidal waves, and volcanism in Ulthuan had been so intense that the large parts of the islands had slipped into the sea while the ruins of the Protectorate were buried beneath lava and ash. Yellowstone had detonated, too, and the Cheyenne Mountain facility was lost when the entire mountain collapsed. North Aquila west of the Dugan River had become a desolate wasteland.

Worldwide casualties were estimated to be well into the billions, not that the survivors needed to be told that, and anything like a precise count was impossible anyway. All the orbital and deep-space forces were lost, of course – their destruction had been the first sign that something was wrong. The Aquila and Andorans had died with their people. The Voshkod and Alliance had stood its ground, and been annihilated for its effort. The Brotherhood and Protectorate were simply gone, and the Coalition and Empire were holding, but everyone knows they are only delaying the inevitable, and from what they heard almost all of the remaining population are hiding within "The Ark", a giant underground city made by the Rangers for such an event, but as the Reckoning had came so sudden half of the Ark and its systems were lost and the its famous divisions were reduced to four Rangers. Leaving, ironically, the Grey Steel Order as the greatest surviving power in the world. And the only surviving power in the world, for that matter.

From the command center at Ayers Rock, Grey Steel officers watched the bad news continue to roll in. Rome MegaSprawl, and Vatican City, were a total loss. McGarren was underwater. Gridania had been thoroughly erased from existence, leaving nothing but a vast plain of scorched earth and snow. Avelorn and Central Lurensia were no better off – a boiling volcanic lagoon and a plain of atomic glass, respectively. Fereldan was at least recognizable if filled with the bones of dead people and buildings. Gilneas was a crater that still emitted plumes of smoke. Even the Far North had been hit savagely, although the Order was still struggling to figure out why. Large swaths of the continent had been burned down to the bedrock, and in some places, there were craters nearly a mile deep.

Lady Maria struggled to remember how it had happened. The Heralds had gone active, that much was certain. The arrival of their messiah was near, they believed. But in their exuberance, they simply made themselves easy targets. It was a strangely anticlimactic end to the long hunt, enough so that the Order had immediately gone into hyper-paranoia. Then, however, Aquilan and Voshkod spacecraft had begun to vanish, and then both Miona and Aona explodes, taking the Voshkods and Scrin with them...

The Reckoning had been sudden, but it had been absolute. Maria’s head swam with visions of the impossible… Machines? Living creatures? Some unholy hybrid of both? Everyone who had tried to fight the Reckoning died. And so did everyone who showed themselves. Only those who hid, hid deep and quietly, survived, and its only a matter of time before they are found or starve to death. It had quite simply been an attack like nothing the survivors had ever dreamed of.

And then there were the reports of something strange in the ruins of the (Insert) MegaSprawl, along what had once been the Tiber River. As the earth beneath the ruins opened up into a portal, and from it roared.

"GLORY TO CHAOS, DEATH TO THE FALSE GODS!"

1990 V.C.

Lady Maria woke up.

Trivia

 * This is a foreshadowing of the Great Gaiaterran War of 2024 V.C.