Silvarion Sul

A world that came through the Age of strife in a fitter state than many others in the empires of man, Silvarion Sul would still confuse the archivists and researchers of the Great Crusade: A world that suffered no horrible disaster, no starvation as the interstellar routes collapsed, those things were not out of the question; the puzzle instead laid in the technological peculiarities to be found commonplace among the population. The local people were tinkerers, not engineers or great designers, but imbued with a certain savant-like ability and innate desire to improve and create. Perhaps this quirk of nature was a conscious design of the Dark Age? Or just the fickle effects of millennia of isolation? The most level headed of Historians would see this incremental and constant modification of an individual’s surroundings as the reason for the technological divergence, but that theory, whilst widely held, could not explain the most curious of the phenomena present: The Motive Method and Mastery.

On Silvarion Sul there could be found a smooth and innocuous rock, it's only value at first glance its slight lustre gained when polished, at deeper investigation however it was found to possess bizarre interaction with the human spirit.
The people of Silvarion Sul found that through careful carving and preparation they could ‘pour’ themselves, at least in part, into this rock and when they ‘returned’ to themselves they'd leave behind an imprint; almost like the sea leaving a tide mark on the shore. Through this method a creation could be given ‘life’, a simple facsimile of it at least: simple commands, go here, pour tea, swing this pickaxe. Furthermore, leaving behind an imprint was akin to leaving a door ajar, those of resolute will and training could reach out through the ether and connect once more with the stone; there were limits: most users could not take direct control of a mechanism once it had been given life, limited to simple nudges and suggestions like commanding a door to be opened or a lock to be engaged; those that could puppet the golems found that they could do only at close range, that in some manner their soul could only stretch so far, trained psykers could very well extend the breadth of their orbit but to do so grew increasingly dangerous as your senses were smeared too broadly and were easily taken advantage of or mislead.

Over time the stone would become known as Sulite, and when the Imperial fleets discovered the planet, its use had pervaded every aspect of Silvite life. The planet was a vista in three parts: great mountains that rose up to heights unfit for human habitation and stretched in unbroken ranges for thousands of miles, the only sign of life upon their backs was the verdant forests clinging to their flanks, the gilded and cavernous tunnel openings at their bases and the fluted spires that rose into the heavens from the tallest peaks; when the forest reached the very base of the mountains it gave way to the cities and metropolises, each one a cornucopia of elegant buildings and soaring bridges, walkways and canals suspended on arching struts of bronze and silver alloy, from the tallest pinnacle to the lowest alley light was reflected and refracted, each district and neighbourhood evolving organically on the back of its inhabitants irrepressible need to improve and tinker; finally above it all soared the crown jewels of Silvarion Sul, the Living Cities, great teardrop shaped leviathans not unlike the orbital plates of Terra, each one a unique creation the result of millennia of craftsmanship and artificial techno-evolution; this ‘evolutionary procedure’ occurring most likely, according to the Techno-historians attached to the fleet, due to the upwards expansion of the oldest cities eventually triggering the inhabitants to install stronger and stronger means of denying gravity’s pull; this accumulation of devices and the Sulite used to control them would eventually lead to the birth of a completely airborne city, its inhabitants choosing to detach themselves from their parent metropolis below, the collective unconscious of the Silvites manifesting in the network of Sulite pushing the Living City on a haphazard seeming migration across the planet.

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