Post by Additional Pylons on Sept 14, 2011 17:35:03 GMT -5
It is but a few months after the cataclysmic events of the Great War and the sudden rise of the Zerg that marked the end of the Brood War.
Now, the greatest powers in the Koprulu Sector have fled back to their strongholds, to rebuild, to tremble, to amass a swarm unlike any other…
The Confederacy has fallen, and in its place the Dominion has arisen…
Auir, home of the Protoss, and were the Xel’Naga first set foot, has fallen to the Zerg…
And their Overmind has at last been halted in its millennial tracks by the twinned might of the Protoss...
And in its place a far greater threat has arisen.
But even the glorious fleets of the United Earth Directorate, the tribes of the shadowed Shakuras, and the newfound Queen of the Zerg were all unable to claim the Koprulu Sector as their own.
At last reunited, the Protoss lost all of their heroes save their former, Executor, Praetor, and now Hierarch, Artanis.
The true might of Earth’s Directorate broke the way waves break upon the shore…
And the Kerrigan stands atop the ashes.
But war can never truly leave.
On the broken world of Moria, a few terran remnants lift their rifles and their ambitions…
A single, shattered tribe of Protoss rally to the banner of the last Judicator…
And the last Cerebrate gathers its Brood, and makes ready for a war unlike any other…
For even though the battles of the Great War still echo in our memory…
Though the wounds of the Brood War have scarcely scarred…
The tides of war never cease their pounding.
It was not a war during those years, no…
Historians of the Terrans, archivars of the Protoss, and the eternal memory of the Swarm still know that time as…
The Scarred Years.
Now, the greatest powers in the Koprulu Sector have fled back to their strongholds, to rebuild, to tremble, to amass a swarm unlike any other…
The Confederacy has fallen, and in its place the Dominion has arisen…
Auir, home of the Protoss, and were the Xel’Naga first set foot, has fallen to the Zerg…
And their Overmind has at last been halted in its millennial tracks by the twinned might of the Protoss...
And in its place a far greater threat has arisen.
But even the glorious fleets of the United Earth Directorate, the tribes of the shadowed Shakuras, and the newfound Queen of the Zerg were all unable to claim the Koprulu Sector as their own.
At last reunited, the Protoss lost all of their heroes save their former, Executor, Praetor, and now Hierarch, Artanis.
The true might of Earth’s Directorate broke the way waves break upon the shore…
And the Kerrigan stands atop the ashes.
But war can never truly leave.
On the broken world of Moria, a few terran remnants lift their rifles and their ambitions…
A single, shattered tribe of Protoss rally to the banner of the last Judicator…
And the last Cerebrate gathers its Brood, and makes ready for a war unlike any other…
For even though the battles of the Great War still echo in our memory…
Though the wounds of the Brood War have scarcely scarred…
The tides of war never cease their pounding.
It was not a war during those years, no…
Historians of the Terrans, archivars of the Protoss, and the eternal memory of the Swarm still know that time as…
The Scarred Years.