solarbots

Though I failed in life to give thanks for the flesh that clings to my bones, I am grateful to Mother Lacrea for warming me with my own blood and the acting out of Her glorious cradling through these red stained scratches. My wounds shall not scar over but my existent scars are the echoes of Her birth pangs. I give thanks to my savior, Princess Yani Sarh, the divine reflection of The Dear Mother.

Though I failed in life to give thanks for the flesh that clings to my bones, I am grateful to Mother Lacrea for warming me with my own blood and the acting out of Her glorious cradling through these red stained scratches. My wounds shall not scar over but my existent scars are the echoes of Her birth pangs. I give thanks to my savior, Princess Yani Sarh, the divine reflection of The Dear Mother.

I shall not be buried but embraced by a flame of purification that I may see my karmic mistakes burned away in forgiveness, and reified in smoke. This glorious reflection saves me in my final moments and grants untold mercy. The word is my supper and the water that slakes my thirst. The word is. The word was. The word shall forever be. I pray in the name of Princess Yani Sarh. Live the word.

I shall not be buried but embraced by a flame of purification that I may see my karmic mistakes burned away in forgiveness, and reified in smoke. This glorious reflection saves me in my final moments and grants untold mercy. The word is my supper and the water that slakes my thirst. The word is. The word was. The word shall forever be. I pray in the name of Princess Yani Sarh. Live the word.

Though I failed in life to give thanks for the flesh that clings to my bones, I am grateful to Mother Lacrea for warming me with my own blood and the acting out of Her glorious cradling through these red stained scratches. My wounds shall not scar over but my existent scars are the echoes of Her birth pangs. I give thanks to my savior, Princess Yani Sarh, the divine reflection of The Dear Mother.

Though I failed in life to give thanks for the flesh that clings to my bones, I am grateful to Mother Lacrea for warming me with my own blood and the acting out of Her glorious cradling through these red stained scratches. My wounds shall not scar over but my existent scars are the echoes of Her birth pangs. I give thanks to my savior, Princess Yani Sarh, the divine reflection of The Dear Mother.

Overview

Solarbots is a story about reconnecting in a compromised world, where drafted countrymen must explore the decomposing body of a god and its contours. The sun, the god of all men, is pulled from the sky into the plane of Eld, swallowed by the celestial body that lay corrupted beneath. This terraforming of the physical world is known as the Sundering, and the source of all cited ruin.

Three societies persevere out of these metaphysical events. Each are animated to adopt an extreme ideology of their own to interpret a post-world. A world in which they must make new meaning from, endure and reform.

I shall not be buried but embraced by a flame of purification that I may see my karmic mistakes burned away in forgiveness, and reified in smoke. This glorious reflection saves me in my final moments and grants untold mercy. The word is my supper and the water that slakes my thirst. The word is. The word was. The word shall forever be. I pray in the name of Princess Yani Sarh. Live the word.

I shall not be buried but embraced by a flame of purification that I may see my karmic mistakes burned away in forgiveness, and reified in smoke. This glorious reflection saves me in my final moments and grants untold mercy. The word is my supper and the water that slakes my thirst. The word is. The word was. The word shall forever be. I pray in the name of Princess Yani Sarh. Live the word.

Though I failed in life to give thanks for the flesh that clings to my bones, I am grateful to Mother Lacrea for warming me with my own blood and the acting out of Her glorious cradling through these red stained scratches. My wounds shall not scar over but my existent scars are the echoes of Her birth pangs. I give thanks to my savior, Princess Yani Sarh, the divine reflection of The Dear Mother.

Though I failed in life to give thanks for the flesh that clings to my bones, I am grateful to Mother Lacrea for warming me with my own blood and the acting out of Her glorious cradling through these red stained scratches. My wounds shall not scar over but my existent scars are the echoes of Her birth pangs. I give thanks to my savior, Princess Yani Sarh, the divine reflection of The Dear Mother.

Capital Cities

Lacrean Empire

Religious Blood Theocracy Practitioners of blood ritual, a society of wealthy, overzealous nobles. Religious virtues of sacrifice, preservation and bodily purity to serve the greater good.

Illskagaard

Hyperindustrial Frost Republic Crude in theory, but rich in temperament, a society of brutish engineers stuck in a failed industrial revolution. Pride is in the process of their work, as is permafrost.

Arboria

Ecological Radicalists In pursuit of endless reinvention, the people of Arboria seek to bring the cycle of life into submission. No tradition is sacred; the domination over the natural prevails.

I shall not be buried but embraced by a flame of purification that I may see my karmic mistakes burned away in forgiveness, and reified in smoke. This glorious reflection saves me in my final moments and grants untold mercy. The word is my supper and the water that slakes my thirst. The word is. The word was. The word shall forever be. I pray in the name of Princess Yani Sarh. Live the word.

I shall not be buried but embraced by a flame of purification that I may see my karmic mistakes burned away in forgiveness, and reified in smoke. This glorious reflection saves me in my final moments and grants untold mercy. The word is my supper and the water that slakes my thirst. The word is. The word was. The word shall forever be. I pray in the name of Princess Yani Sarh. Live the word.

Though I failed in life to give thanks for the flesh that clings to my bones, I am grateful to Mother Lacrea for warming me with my own blood and the acting out of Her glorious cradling through these red stained scratches. My wounds shall not scar over but my existent scars are the echoes of Her birth pangs. I give thanks to my savior, Princess Yani Sarh, the divine reflection of The Dear Mother.

Though I failed in life to give thanks for the flesh that clings to my bones, I am grateful to Mother Lacrea for warming me with my own blood and the acting out of Her glorious cradling through these red stained scratches. My wounds shall not scar over but my existent scars are the echoes of Her birth pangs. I give thanks to my savior, Princess Yani Sarh, the divine reflection of The Dear Mother.

Partners

I shall not be buried but embraced by a flame of purification that I may see my karmic mistakes burned away in forgiveness, and reified in smoke. This glorious reflection saves me in my final moments and grants untold mercy. The word is my supper and the water that slakes my thirst. The word is. The word was. The word shall forever be. I pray in the name of Princess Yani Sarh. Live the word.

I shall not be buried but embraced by a flame of purification that I may see my karmic mistakes burned away in forgiveness, and reified in smoke. This glorious reflection saves me in my final moments and grants untold mercy. The word is my supper and the water that slakes my thirst. The word is. The word was. The word shall forever be. I pray in the name of Princess Yani Sarh. Live the word.