The Codex Velo, which contains all of the necessary reading for the RPG.
Full sized picture of the solar system.
Profiles are placed here.
Plants and animals go here.
The city of Hol. Situated upon the third from the sun, it was currently enshrouded by the black of night. The lights of its tall spires reached out far and wide. The stars were drowned out save for the brightest of them. Orn, the ancient sentinel, hung over the horizon, obscured by the tops of a distant forest of strange, spindly trees. The light reflecting off of its olive colored surface lined the clouds stretched across the sky.
Around the city there was a wall that gently sloped inwards. A ring of white light topped off the wall, pulsating with the energy of the denizens still bustling about. Roads sprawled out over the countryside, reaching out to the next metropolises, lined by studs of light that carried on into the shadows. Those nightly jewels shined brightly over rivers and hills in the distance, their light rising into the dark red haze above the night-side of Ti.
Visible to eyes miles apart were the lights ascending and descending through the air. Some even heard that deep warbling telling of powerful engines churning with incredible amounts of power.
Lone figures standing in the limelight of the great city peered up into the night. How they looked would have confused and even frightened anyone whose eyes were not accustomed to the sight. In this age, however, there was so much to see and so much to do that appearances were trivial things. More than just the way one dressed, in fact. With so much wildly varied forms, clothing was a language in of itself, coherent to others who spoke the language and appreciated from a distance by all others who did not. No, not even the multitude of limbs, eyes, digits and mouths drew pause from those that carried out their business out in the wide streets with gleaming trollies running up and down the tracks.
Screens flashed colors and imagery and texts of all kinds. The sounds of speech came together in a drawl that none could grasp unless they were huddled close to those they were interested in hearing, and this was so with many clusters in the crowds standing in front of the stores and public areas filled with statues and other things to please the eyes.
Hol was a foreign city filled with many things an outside view would find odd. Looking past this lens of unfamiliarity, however, and things started to take on a resolution that was not so different after all. This certainly did not apply only to Hol. Across the immensity of space, as wildly varied as it was teeming with life of all kinds, there were hints of the familiar within the fantastic.
Bustling cities filled with trillions of stories to be told await, all underneath the heavens navigated by chariots. Chariots constructed from layers of metal many feet thick, hulls strong enough to withstand the hazards of space travel, carrying gods with beating hearts and blood within their veins.
These are the tales of lives in the common era of space travel in the star system Velo.
-Stairways of Starlight-