Once our cities lit the whole world. Now we
huddle under the shadow of the Traveler, in the last place it protects. It is so very
fragile, this small blue ship, our home. From across the ruined earth they came, seeking
shelter from the storm. No one knew what had happened to the Traveler.
No one understood what had happened to the world. But they heard the whispered call.
They came from the wild lands, gathering in secret enclaves, slipping through the howling
ruins of shattered cities, hoping to find the coast, find a ship, pick up the trail
of an impossible dream. Humans and Exos marched in the refugee columns, cloaked in moss and
shattered memories. And among them came the Ghosts, beginning their search, heading out
into the wilderness. It was a time of vast suffering and terrible evil. But there was
one hope: the promise of a refuge beneath the Traveler. Titans stood in defense of the first pilgrims
to gather below the Traveler. They ushered them to safety, tended to the wounded and
scared. They stood as warriors, a pillar of hope and strength. The devastation was widespread, humanity almost
wiped out, the portions that remained were weak, vulnerable, every face was haunted,
hollowed by the loss. An attack at this point would be catastrophic and could snuff out
the light once and for all. Leaders emerged from the ash and Four Orders of Titans were
formed. The first defenders of the city. Their first priority was to construct a mighty wall,
a defensive structure for which the enemy would break themselves on. Humans were not the only species crippled
by the Darkness. Another species, floated close by, rejected by the Traveler, and they
began to claw their way back from the devastation. They are The Fallen and their scouts had been
watching. The Fallen sensed the weakness of the city,
the defenses not yet finalized and so they planned an attack. They planned to take the
City, take the Traveler and see to the own survival of their civilization.
The alarm sounded, fear spread like a plague through the City. A Fallen army amassed to
the north, beyond the Wall, beyond the unfinished, broken wall.
Reports flooded in, from each lookout, on all faces, it was not one Fallen Army, it
was six, a simultaneous coordinated attack on the City. The city was forced to divide
it’s defenses and the Titans prepared for battle.
The Four titan Orders assembled. They did not know yet but there were names in that
room that would soon become legend, immortalized in the history of the City, the first defense
of the city. The Iron Lords, Felwinter, Jolder and Timur were amongst the faces. There was
also one other, an exo, who stood towards the back.
They sat upon the Dawn of War, upon their broken wall with strength and courage. If
they had fear, they did not show it. Their defenses were stretched across the wall. They
would make a stand, each guardian will hold their line until death. Each guardian was
only as strong as their comrades to their left and to their right. Any weakness in the
chain would result in failure. The Fallen attacked, simultaneously releasing
a barrage of artillery fire, they charged towards the wall with deafening cries. The
fall of the city seemed certain. The command echoed, down the line, to hold
position, as the sky lit with artillery fire. In perfect unison, the Titans formed a shield
at the very last second, every Titan position, perfectly spaced, a Hunter’s knife could
not even slip through the gap. The fallen had taken the bait, in their aggression, they
had miss calculated, they had mis-judged the cunningness of the Titans. If they had fired
at the wall itself, a different outcome would have occurred
Weapon caches laid upon the wall at regular intervals, the Titans loaded their launchers
with lighting speed and took aim. The command echoed down the line again, precise and confident
“Take out the tanks” Victory was within reach and for the taking.
The barrel of their launchers extended just beyond their shields.
Smoke filled the air as countless rockets hurtled towards the Fallen tanks, still scrambling
to adjust their aim. The Fallen were once thought to not fear,
but on that day, it was almost palpable. The Kell sneered and order a retreat, without
their artillery an assault was useless. They could not afford any more loses
The Titans had decisively repelled the Fallen, the Iron Lords were born yet another stood,
This exo was not content with hiding behind the walls. Victory was not enough, he would
lead a crusade against the Fallen to ensure their permanent defeat.