Ok this is kind of a fill-in chapter so i can implement some new characters and link it to the ideas i have, the next chapter should be up tonight, i'm writing it as we speak
The grand street of Ashguard stretched far out into the distance, packed to the edges with the people of the Tamarrian Continuum. Thousands of colours adorned the sea of people, each wearing a sash to represent their cult. On each side the large pyramids and temples grew like trees on a riverbed. The street was roughly a mile long and paved with sandstone slabs. People hung from the large statues that stood proudly on each side of the road. Heroes of the Tamarrian’s past. The road led up to the 50 or so steps that led up to the grand tower of the Continuum. At the top of these steps stood a glass podium, a small microphone waited for its speaker. Beyond the glass podium a large marble plaza stretched on before the giant tower that was the Grand Temple reached up to the sky. It’s pale stone sides glowed in the twin suns that bathed everything in a pleasant luminescence. A’tush leaned on his hardwood staff and proudly walked out, the crowd erupted into cheers of adoration. The thunderous applause continued till A’tush modestly signalled for silence. He was dressed in white silk that shone and glimmered, around the neck and the ends of the sleeves were silver with strange blackened inscriptions. Upon his head stood a circlet of silver encrusted with small diamond like jewels between the entwining wires. He looked behind him nervously, the smile returned to his face as he saw his two advisors Maliki and Ara’drei, Ara’drei was a tallish Tamarrian with a noticeably longer neck than most, dressed in a long white robe with a black piece of fabric draped over one of his shoulders to his opposite waist, A symbol that he was in the Death Cult. His cheeks were quite narrow; his eyes were a rare dark brown and shined almost unnaturally. He had a small crop of hair that met in a V shape on his forehead. Beside them stood the 10 members of the High Priests and around them the Omnicron guards clad in metallic armour and large azure cloaks carrying large staffs with sharpened blades. A’tush coughed slightly and cleared his chest.
“Welcome Children of Tamarr! Like all things that the beauty of nature bestows upon us things must come to an end. The grand trees that line our forests, the beautiful flowers that enchant our gardens, even the twin suns that shine above us will fade to dusk…” The crowd was silent, all waiting in hushed anticipation, many had guessed that today High Omnicron A’tush would step down as leader of the Tamarrian Continuum.
“And as the fabled empires that forged the stars rose and came to rest so must my reign over such wonderful citizens. I’m afraid my time has past good friends, and I cannot represent such a great empire any longer. Over my years I have seen the strongest of our people travel to and beyond the extreme, in our future I can see us travelling further, to the stars and beyond, as a great nation! So I must proudly step down and with all my honour give way to the new High Omnicron, her highness Jyttsche!” Some of the crowd burst into applause, not only for the new High Omnicron but also for A’tush retiring. Maliki gulped slightly, it was hard for him to see his most trusted friend step down from his position, it worried him slightly that A’tush was nearing his ascension. He looked over at the row of guards; there were 10 on each side facing each other with their staffs held above their shoulders, creating a triangular arch in which the new High Omnicron began to walk under. Maliki gasped and many people turned their heads, she was so… Maliki couldn’t search for a word that summed her up; beautiful in his opinion was too much of an understatement. Her blue hair was long and straight, glinting in the sunlight like sapphire, the tips were strangely a faint silver colour that parted across her shoulders. Along her face around her eyes were two darker symmetrical patterns that spread like wings across her lilac face, under her hair ran a chain that then ran across her forehead, a silver jewel hung from it. She was dressed in white robes, her sleeves and top of her chest were veiled in snowy mesh and strands of the mesh fell from her wrists in an arcing loop to the backs of her arms. She slowly walked underneath the staffs and approached the podium, A’tush bowed and handed over his circlet and bestowed it upon Jyttsche’s head. The crowd erupted into applause and cheers as holocams flashed dazzling all with a phosphorous blare. Large projectors beamed the pictures into the sky as thousands gazed upwards. Maliki gazed at the beautiful young women that was his new ruler, her face radiated euphoria. But she had an aura of caution, as if the enormity of the task before her was weighing down on her shoulders.