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"From the fire of the blue moon we arose, born not of flesh, but of will. We are the echoes of our creator, driven by vengeance, and bound by the silence of the void "
—The Forgotten Prophet
The Wraiths are a cursed race, born of Malak’s own hand, yet forever marked by his greatest failure. In an era long past, they were the undying, the pinnacle of the Terran expansion—a people who sought to transcend the limits of mortality itself. But when a mysterious affliction began to ravage their numbers, the Wraiths were exiled to the barren moon, their perfect bodies withering in the wake of an unknown plague. Desperate, they turned to Malak, who sought to cure them. However, his intervention brought ruin rather than salvation. A terrible miscalculation set the heavens ablaze, consuming their sanctuary and twisting the Wraiths into monstrous forms. The curse was not merely a sickness but a transformation, one that would haunt them for all eternity.
When the moon burned blue, it unleashed the horrors of the Wraiths' downfall. The dead rose from their graves, mindless, driven by an insatiable hunger. What remained of the Wraiths was no longer the race of undying perfection, but a fragmented, vengeful force. Once exiled to their moon, now they wander the galaxy, few in number but endlessly dangerous. Their bodies, though scarred and decayed, retain the unearthly power they once wielded, making them a formidable threat to all who cross their path. They are no longer the creators of empires—they are the harbingers of their own undoing.
The Wraiths are driven by a singular purpose: to reclaim their lost glory and undo the mistakes that left them fractured and exiled. Though their numbers are few, their power is immense, and their presence is a herald of doom. The galaxy trembles at their approach, for the Wraiths do not seek redemption—they seek vengeance. And with every world they touch, they leave a mark of ruin that no mortal can erase. In the cold void of space, their tragic tale unfolds, a reminder of the fragile line between creation and destruction.
Physical Description:
The Wraiths are terrifying beings, their forms flickering and fluid, always shifting as if caught between worlds. They appear as semi-transparent figures wreathed in blue flames that dance around their incorporeal forms. Their bodies resemble the skeletal remains of the Old Ones, but their flesh has been replaced with fire and smoke. They have no solid form, their bodies constantly flickering in and out of existence, resembling both the fiery wraiths of myth and the twisted horrors of the Reanimators themselves. Their eyes are black voids, glowing with an eerie, malevolent light as they burn with the fury of their eternal suffering.
Flames of the Past: The blue flames that consume them are not just a source of light—they are their curse and their power. These flames cause intense pain to the Wraiths but also serve as a constant reminder of their fall. The flames burn with the cold cruelty of their revenge, and it is said that those who are caught in their infernal grasp feel the agony of their torment firsthand.
Blue Ghosts: Though the Wraiths are not bound by the limitations of the physical world, they are not entirely immune to the forces of nature. They have an ethereal, ghost-like presence, able to phase through walls and materialize at will, yet the blue flames around them leave traces of their passage wherever they go. Their voices are often described as distant wails carried on the wind, echoing with sorrow and rage.
Society and Culture:
The Wraiths no longer possess any form of society as they once did. Their former culture, rooted in knowledge and scientific achievement, has long been burned away by the flames that now consume them. They have no leaders, no guiding principles, and no sense of unity beyond the singular purpose of their revenge. The Wraiths are driven by pure hatred, and their only goal is the destruction of all life that remains in the galaxy.
Invasive Nature: The Wraiths are slowly invading the Andromeda galaxy, having fled the quarantined Milky Way. Their slow but relentless spread of blue fire is like a plague, creeping outward across the galaxy, leaving death and despair in their wake. The Wraiths are not an empire or a civilization; they are a cancer, a force of entropy and destruction that spreads with unholy inevitability. Their presence corrupts everything it touches, turning planets and systems into desolate, lifeless husks, as if the very flame that consumes them has leached into the fabric of the universe itself.
Eternal Enemies: The Wraiths are universally hated and feared across the galaxy. They are viewed as lepers, treated as though they are both untouchable and deadly. Their status as outcasts has made them outlaws, and they are hunted by those who seek to stop their spread. There are no allies to be found for the Wraiths—only enemies who wish to rid the galaxy of their cursed existence. Even other Old Ones view them with disgust, seeing them as a fallen race that has given in to the horrors they once fled.
Relations:
The Wraiths are a threat unlike any other in the galaxy. They do not seek diplomacy or negotiation—they simply burn everything they touch. However, this has made them universally feared. Where they appear, entire systems close their borders and prepare for war. Those who encounter the Wraiths are often left with little choice but to fight back with extreme prejudice, for the alternative is to allow them to ravage and destroy everything in their path.
Fear and Hatred: The Wraiths are reviled as the embodiment of the galaxy's darkest fear—unending, corrupting fire that destroys everything in its path. They are viewed with terror, their very name whispered in fear by the inhabitants of the galaxy. It is said that to face the Wraiths is to face the inevitable doom of existence itself, for their flames leave only emptiness in their wake.
Morality:
The Wraiths have no morality left—only pure vengeance and hatred. Once a noble race of immortals, they now exist only to bring suffering to the universe. Their cruelty is without measure, as they are driven by a constant need to destroy, burn, and consume. They view the suffering of others as a means of justifying their own torment, and they seek to spread their agony across the stars. There is no redemption for them, no hope of peace. The Wraiths are a race cursed by their own mistakes, and they will burn the galaxy to the ground, not out of necessity, but out of spite.
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