Hungry eyes fix on the Planet of Arcaricas. The cycle of life and birth for Celestial Dragons is an endless one, as is all Creation. Upon the Dragon's eggs are numerous life forms, and they are unique to each one. Many are there to protect and nurture, some are parasites, like humans, and some simply do not belong in reality. This time is a time of crisis unheard of, as the Abyss breaches reality, the Ghaurchlai are returned from their prison of Ice and the nations gird themselves for war, unaware of what will be unleashed upon all of them. This is the age of Genocide, an age where all will weave a different tune and the Dragon itself is destined to live or die, devoured by the powers with hungry eyes.
Eselias Florient, High Priest of Isalap, written shortly before his sanity broke.
The Cthonae live in a sac, attached to the universe as created by the Child. Like a parasitic, pus filled bag, they cling to reality, feeding on what they can, but in the main part trapped to stare into a place that holds the key to the emotions they cannot otherwise feel; to them, the thought of feeding from a being's emotion is a wondrous thing, but they view that person's fear and pain with utter indifference. One type of evil is that which lies veiled behind an air of respectability, but the worst is the horror of true indifference. It is a thing most vile, and the most dangerous of all horrors exhibited by a truly sentient being.
The greatest amongst them simply float in the blackness they are trapped within. They know no light, vast, bloated, horrific to behold. Around them swarm their servants - thousands of lesser insanities, grooming, mewling over their masters, as they are crushed and devoured in it's wake, it's torpid drift unknowing of these insignificant beings; even if they registered them, they would not change, cannot change, for their waking dreams are of things so vast that it would break the universe. To it's irrefutable laws their minds are as alien as their forms, and cannot occupy the boundaries of reality itself.
In some ways the greeter Cthonae suffer, but they simply don't understand what it means to do so, and this is no concern to them, simply not registering at all. There are many powerful beings amongst their number. Some simply drift and feed on what they can sieve from the dark; others tear at each other, but some are aware of what is beyond and they hunger for it; they exist upon the simple though of breaching the divide and feeding from the wealth of it's life and emotion.
The Worm of Oblivion is one such being. Fastened to the sac of the Abyss, it's devours what it can of reality, but the sac heals swiftly, and it cannot progress beyond a simple suc
So in my inexpert description, they are alien-zombie-demon things that feed on any emotion at all, preferably in excess and seem to infect and devour hosts, sort of a cross between Halo's Flood and the Warhammer's Cult of Slaneesh, with other elements mixed in. And from the description, will they not actually start with any settlements and just an army, or will they be a invasion force similar to the mongols and timurids in the base game. In any case sounds extremely cool great work as always.
We will see what the scripters have stored for us for this faction. But yeah you are right, something like Chaos Undivided.
Sounds very nice yes. :)
Cant wait to exterminate this filth!
Or maybe... They'll exterminate you :P
Lets hope not. :D
The good must prevail you know!