[h1]The Prime Quad-Sector Holi Forix, Central Andromeda[/h1]

Far in the inner core of the Galaxy of Andromeda lay the remnants of many great powers of ancient quality. There may drift derelicts of past history, maybe even a lost planet, forgotten by past Empires and let to rest, what they hold now, only destiny would dare tell. However, amongst these derelicts of times long since forgotten, millenia past, lay the foundation, no, rather, the pillars of Arcane balance in the Andromeda galaxy: The Well of Arcanum.

A powerful tool of the arcane, intensifying and acting as the sole center of magical geography in the galaxy, the Well of Arcanum still holds many secrets. It's tenders, the willful race of ancients who have lived through the history of this very galaxy thanks only to their affinities, they now hold extensive archives of information. Spanning the distance of four entire sectors, each with well developed planets and central governmental structures, it was a power with seemingly perfect order. As through the eyes of the observer, one may witness the swift speed of which sub-FTL ships travelled between planets. Suddenly, a small fleet of spacecraft made their way past one of the inner sector worlds, they were ever changing in nature. 

One of the ships' frontal beam relocated, shifting back through the center, and ending up at the very rear, whatever reason it had, these ships of war, armed with weapons of unknown caliber, seemed to defy the laws of this galaxy, as well as the next. All this was made known, great Mageos', Astropaths, guiding and looking through the cosmos through the sub-dimensional arcanum. The great Mageos, powerful spellbenders, arcanum weavers, what say you. 

One such individual was aboard one of these five patrol vessels, Krubak Mahn, newly appointed Astro-Mageos of the vessel [i]Pillar of Vashjik[/i]. The Pillar of Vashjik, a warrior of the Pijkar class, and also veteran of nearly ten thousand years. The vessel was the final ship produced from Kharnac's personal drydock on Shakkur, the capital planet of the Humbarr-sector. 

It's weapons had reached stagnation, unfired for nearly a thousand years, and the crew aboard it, were almost all veterans of at least the same lenght. Standing as the prime capital class warship of the sector, it held almost constant activity on patrol missions, but it also held a renewable ground force of roughly 30 000 Subjects of Kadrak Umbrah. Warriors of the surface.

Much like this particular patrol, there were another journeying the boarders of the Kuyann-sector, but also hundred more, all seeing to it that the Theocracy stands guarded. This patrol scheme has been supposedly perfectly planned out, each miniscule detail, explained through a hundred words and a hundred thoughts, as to how they should be performed. Every inch changed between ship modules is perfectly elaborated into the grand scheme, and every milimeter of the planets changed location is deeply calculated and incorporated. 

The system stands as Quadrant Complex, commanded over by the Great Forgers' construct, an A.I. of arcane and technological origin, going by the same name. It's elaborate thinking and lightning like precision and processing is second to none within the boarders of the Theocracy. Quadrant Complex, not only does it stand with incredible authority, it also holds semi-sentience, thanks only to its direct connection with the Well of Arcanum.

However, even though their precise planning, thought out tactical analysis of charted space, they still stand in certain disarray. With the disappearance of all of their Progenitors, the Pantheic people stand on the very verge of chaos. Without any clear resupply chain of ships, the Great Forgers very shoulders are ever tense, uncertain to their own outcome. On the homeworld, the supreme capital planet of Gátoor, the gateway, the leaders of the Theocracy, the Great Forgers, are conversing extensively with their Gods and deities from the other side of the Well.

''The pillars of our foundation has yet been crippled, an age has blown past, what beings will guide us?''

''Certainly, a hundred years have blown past, but it stands only as a simple flash before our own spans, these events will linger on past maybe even a hundred thousand years, if not more!''

''Krygg, almighty speaker of God, can you not request an audience with The Lord? Surely, with his utmost knowledge and immortal span, he will be able to guide us into a new Age of Enlightenment!''

The chamber, the council, The Creed. This was the way of the Theocracy, guided by beings unbound by the world, living inbetween existence and inexistence, these Great Forgers, stood as the speakers for their people before these deities. A massive hall was where they amassed, these Great Forgers, a massive hall which laid mostly empty, the most dominant structure being the Well of Arcanum, which seemed to dominate the center of the Creed. The hall was dimly lit, the only illumination came from the realm of Arcanum, which was displayed through the Well. In this view, one might lay sight on the dim gaze of a being which lie beyond any known species, this being was Krygg, a Voldreic. 

The Voldreic, beings who drift between the space of existence and inexistence, they are unbound by the universes laws and are therefore worshipped, by the Theocracy, as deities in their own right. However, out of these Voldreic, there was one being who stood dominant above the uncountable others, this was Furnyak, God.

Krygg, glancing towers the pantheo Alpharus, and then off into the void behind him, shuddered. Suddenly an echoing and shaking voice sprang forth from the Well and its raw power shook the entire central Creed. 

''Furnyak stands unchackled, he does not heed to those inferior. Find someone worthy, and I will create an audience... I cannot guarantee your own well being, however...''

The voice lingered on, with it were visible arcane spells, this being, Krygg, literally speaks through the arcane. This skill was one of the many reasons that the Theocracy have worshipped them for over a million years.