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Post by senko on Jun 15, 2016 12:57:18 GMT
Most races never knew of the last great time war that tore apart the universe and swallowed entire races without a trace. For those who do however one of the stranger tales is that of the Invictus. A ship of lost souls that dared dictate terms to the oncoming storm and trapped him in an eternal moment to save themselves from the end. So the tale goes that a key was delivered to him in that unending, everlasting now, a key to show him the way home. As his bonds shattered the Invictus was wrenched from its false safety and those who crewed it saw Time itself standing over them. One foot placed in the present, the other standing in the shifting flashing future possibilities trapping 6 of them always the same. Six for the six who sailed on the Invictus as Time looked down and its face, was the face of the one who was once the Doctor. He smiled a terrible, sad smile as he said "I have a place for you." and his hands reached out as the flesh melted from their bones in a pillar of Golden fire. None know who bore witness or how the tale spread to a thousand, thousand worlds when the war itself is all but myth but the story is always the same. Some say its a warning that the lord of war is never more terrible than when he is helpless and forgives you. Some say its a warning that the gods of time are coming back. Some say it doesn't matter what it was only it only matters where he put the souls of those who crewed the Invictus.
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