~*Peaceful, beautiful and technologically advanced to a point where it is unnecessary...Tremaria is a Paradise.
Lush foliage of deep colours that defy human comprehension sprawl all over the place, the buildings are a strange array of stone, mostly lighter colours [purples, soft blues, greens, yellows, oranges and creamy white], shaped after the decadent styles reminiscent of the Ancient Greeks and Arabians.
Arches soar for window and door, their art-loving culture drives each doorway or window to be painstakingly inscribed with words, depictions or carvings of beautiful things...
There are no true doors on Tremaria, for they trust too deeply; those who have the constructs do not bolt them, many leave them open all the day long...and the night.
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Their Twin Moons, C'stor and Poll'x are soft blue in colour, and bathe the world in rich hues for nearly two-thirds of the entire day; which is equated to nearly seventy-six of earth's own, thus why Sphyria sleeps less than her teammates.
Local Cuisine is...interesting. If it is still moving, beware...
Life is sacred to the Tremarians, in all it's forms; they incorporate many plants into everyday life...so the visitor must bewary of how they interpret everyday items.
To learn the language, both visual and spoken, it is best to simply kiss a native...as their unique physiology allows for information to be passed through lip contact, though there have also been technological devices that can give the same [if not exact] form of translative powers.
The Royal Family is Headed by the Queen, unlike other worlds, and her Daughter is always the WarLord of her Armies...thus proving her right as successor.
Currently, Queen H'ppolyta resides on the throne, with two daughters and a son; Sphyria is her chosen Heir, though this is to the resentment of her youngest daughter, Mirran, who has designs upon the throne. Her son, Prince Daymian is considered somewhat of an artist and delights in his craft, having re-decorated most of the palace by hand.
Recently, though warrior-like in nature...the Tremarians allowed their peaceful sides to emerge unguarded in such an Era of Peace and Safety, only to be betrayed by their Princess...Mirran.
It was she who brought the Omation Fleets down on Tremaria, it was Mirran who lead them to the palace and smirked as her mother was dragged away in chains.
She delighted as her rival, Sphyria -who had shown her nothing but kindeness and love-, was bound and dragged board a fleet-ship, to be desposed of in the nearest sun.
IT was Mirran who had her brother chained to the throne by his wrists so that he may never know the joy of his caft again...and that he may look at the one who caused his suffering everyday...as she sat upon HER Throne.
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However, it was Mirran's rule that destroyed their world...
Allowing the tall, imposing Omations to run free on Tremaria; their lime green flesh covered only by scant armour, long, thick tails adorned with poisonous spikes that rought instant death to those who defied them.
Sharp purple fangs filled cavernous mouths and hid their double forked tongues... Claw-like hands still capable of weilding weaponry, though not the conventional types...
The Omations had slowly started to destroy everything her mother had worked to maintain...it was horrifying to watch the civilisation crumble; proud people, children even, turned into slaves and sold for profit.
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The False-Queen Mirran Cared Not.
Why should she? Their lives belonged to her to do with as she pleased, were they not?
A flaw in her plan was simply that she had never planned for the eventuality that her sister might escape...nor that loyalists of her Mother's try to free the Former Queen.
Things began to crumble about her pointed, blue ears...and then things went from bad to worse.
Sphyria returned.
...And she wasn't Alone...~*
Lush foliage of deep colours that defy human comprehension sprawl all over the place, the buildings are a strange array of stone, mostly lighter colours [purples, soft blues, greens, yellows, oranges and creamy white], shaped after the decadent styles reminiscent of the Ancient Greeks and Arabians.
Arches soar for window and door, their art-loving culture drives each doorway or window to be painstakingly inscribed with words, depictions or carvings of beautiful things...
There are no true doors on Tremaria, for they trust too deeply; those who have the constructs do not bolt them, many leave them open all the day long...and the night.
~~~~~~~~
Their Twin Moons, C'stor and Poll'x are soft blue in colour, and bathe the world in rich hues for nearly two-thirds of the entire day; which is equated to nearly seventy-six of earth's own, thus why Sphyria sleeps less than her teammates.
Local Cuisine is...interesting. If it is still moving, beware...
Life is sacred to the Tremarians, in all it's forms; they incorporate many plants into everyday life...so the visitor must bewary of how they interpret everyday items.
To learn the language, both visual and spoken, it is best to simply kiss a native...as their unique physiology allows for information to be passed through lip contact, though there have also been technological devices that can give the same [if not exact] form of translative powers.
The Royal Family is Headed by the Queen, unlike other worlds, and her Daughter is always the WarLord of her Armies...thus proving her right as successor.
Currently, Queen H'ppolyta resides on the throne, with two daughters and a son; Sphyria is her chosen Heir, though this is to the resentment of her youngest daughter, Mirran, who has designs upon the throne. Her son, Prince Daymian is considered somewhat of an artist and delights in his craft, having re-decorated most of the palace by hand.
Recently, though warrior-like in nature...the Tremarians allowed their peaceful sides to emerge unguarded in such an Era of Peace and Safety, only to be betrayed by their Princess...Mirran.
It was she who brought the Omation Fleets down on Tremaria, it was Mirran who lead them to the palace and smirked as her mother was dragged away in chains.
She delighted as her rival, Sphyria -who had shown her nothing but kindeness and love-, was bound and dragged board a fleet-ship, to be desposed of in the nearest sun.
IT was Mirran who had her brother chained to the throne by his wrists so that he may never know the joy of his caft again...and that he may look at the one who caused his suffering everyday...as she sat upon HER Throne.
~~~~~~~~~~
However, it was Mirran's rule that destroyed their world...
Allowing the tall, imposing Omations to run free on Tremaria; their lime green flesh covered only by scant armour, long, thick tails adorned with poisonous spikes that rought instant death to those who defied them.
Sharp purple fangs filled cavernous mouths and hid their double forked tongues... Claw-like hands still capable of weilding weaponry, though not the conventional types...
The Omations had slowly started to destroy everything her mother had worked to maintain...it was horrifying to watch the civilisation crumble; proud people, children even, turned into slaves and sold for profit.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The False-Queen Mirran Cared Not.
Why should she? Their lives belonged to her to do with as she pleased, were they not?
A flaw in her plan was simply that she had never planned for the eventuality that her sister might escape...nor that loyalists of her Mother's try to free the Former Queen.
Things began to crumble about her pointed, blue ears...and then things went from bad to worse.
Sphyria returned.
...And she wasn't Alone...~*
