Far beyond our borders it lies; the offcuts of our creation. A vast array containing everything that once made us, stretching thousands of times wider than our own system. In the dead silence of space, it whispers.
In deep space the gentle giants known as leviathans drift through the void. The first Great Migration of the late spacefaring age revealed that not only are the leviathans not extinct — they aren't alone.
and there in the distance is the sentinel, named after the asteroid that shall one day serve as its grave
Like an echo through history, the old days of seafaring and the modern age of spacefaring are charted by the same stars. These hungry stars are used to set the course, and so they also shape the destiny of Sol.
The body of the great swan tears the very heavens; it whispers and grasps at us. At the very tip of its wingspan something flinches.
Adark feline eye gazes through the sign of serpent dragon. Some of the most potent oortic artifacts originate from draconid meteors.
Dust coated the city like snow. Those who could work, did. They lowered themselves down into the pits where their houses used to be. There, among ice-seamed rock, black oortite beaded like blood.
Orbital tales often begin with a crew lost in space, at the brink of starvation. The legend of the Oil-Slick Star is no exception
Oortic poisoning was a dormant disease, a rare case brought on by dangerous antiques and especially unlucky meteor strikes, until the Oortite rush brought it back in full swing.
