The Unholy Throne.

The Unholy Throne,  a great seat made of onyx, obsidian, and basalt, is a legendary, and most evil, artifact in existence.  It is said to either reside in the Mountains of Dusk, or in Durthinngar, or in Bane.  Finding the Unholy Throne has been the goal of most great villains; such as the Witch King, the Shadow, Lord Felrad, Zia, and so forth.  The power of the Unholy Throne is that who ever masters it, and sits on it, controls all the forces of evil.  The Throne was made on Null, by nuraza and anuli smiths, and imbued with it's power by a group of thirteen warlocks.  The Unholy Throne is evil's greatest strength, and weakness, since evil fights evil, the Throne brings together all the vile creatures under one banner, but once the user of the Throne is killed, evil then continues to fight evil.  It was used long ago in the Demon War, a dunruvali (demon) called Zargath used the Throne to win the war, but then Otorin Derenson killed Zargath's body, and the Throne was, hidden and lost.     

Dark clouds over New Haven City.

Soren leaned his head on the window pane, watching the rain outside.  It was getting harder for superhumans to get around lately, the DSA was getting stricter about power-usage.  He got up, put on his shoes and coat, he pointed his hand at his umbrella and lifted into the air.  Though life was hard for superhumans, having telekinetic and telepathic powers was pretty nice.  He walked out of the Parliament Apartments building, and headed down the street.  As from most parts of New Haven City, the Carmichael Tech building was visible as Soren entered the Brown Bear Bar, he went to the bar and ordered a beer.  David Stewart, the bartender and superhuman with extraordinary strength and endurance.  Soren leaned against the bar, watching the news.

"Here about Stretch's arrest?  Was on the news this morning."  David said to Soren as he wiped some glasses.  Soren nodded as he looked around the pub; he saw Jack Anderson, a superhuman who could turn his skin into any solid substance he touched, sitting a corner talking to a friend of his.  The news anchor on the TV was talking about the rising crime rates in New Haven City, and that the Superhuman Act had passed the House.  Then the TV showed a DSA spokesman giving a speech about the new Act, Soren groaned.  It was weeks now when all superhumans would have to register with the DSA, take their vaccinations and ID chips.  And along with the Superhuman Act, the DSA had power to arrest those who resist and send them to Dark Hell.  As the sky grew darker, a slightly drunk Soren Erikson made his way home.

Agent Grover set the files on the table, he took his seat opposite the handcuffed figure.  He took his time opening and sifting through the files, he found the one he wanted, he took a sip of coffee.

"Dark Hell inmate, number 66079, DSA registration number, the same-"

"My name is Plague!"

"As far as the DSA and US government cares, your a number," he cleared his throat, "Timothy Granger, also known as 'Plague' among his accomplices and victims.  Convicted for seven homicide, including two DSA agents,  attempted murder of three US senators, multiple cases of theft, some major banks, and kidnapping and testing diseases on your kidnapped victims.  Well, Mr. Granger, you got quite a record there, don't you?"  Plague shrugged.  Agent Grover sipped his coffee.

"And, you've spent the last twenty years in Dark Hell.  And I'm sorely tempted to put you back, but the DSA needs you.  And if you do this right, you may walk free again."

"Yes, I already know what you want of me: to make you a vaccine for the supers."

"And in return, a clean slate and your freedom."  Said the agent.  Plague thought for a moment.

"Of course, you don't have to accept, I'll understand, I'll send you back to your cell in Dark Hell, I hear they fixed the Nightmare Pool.  Plague paled.

"So if I accept, all I have to do is make you a vaccine?  That's it?"  He looked suspicious.

"A thought just occurred to me, the DSA, or Department of Superhuman Affairs, deals with humans with extraordinary abilities.  You, Mr. Granger are not a superhuman, but you are the greatest poisoner in history.  So I'll hand you over to Homeland Security, I'm sure they've recovered from your shots you gave them."  Grover said, smirking.  Plague gulped and paled even further.

"I'll do it!  But remember, I go free afterwards."  Plague said.  Grover hid his smile.

"Very good, thank you Mr. Granger."  He picked up the files and coffee cup and left Plague in the dim interview room.

'Really good coffee!'  He thought as he walked down the hall.                 

The Shadow.

The Shadow refers to a high elf who became a warlock, who then bonded his soul with the deepest darkness, thus becoming a shade. He started his rise to power in 435 SD, he surrounded himself in black enchantments. As he gained power he joined the Cult of the Unholy Throne, where quickly ascended ranks, until he was second to Helldock, a Nendros human warlock, who was afraid for his position, so he ordered the assassination of The Shadow, who's name is unknown. The assassins were easily destroyed by the master warlock, the Shadow then killed Helldock in a magician's duel. The Shadow grew more and more in power in the wizard world, he took control of many cults and orders of wizards, all united with the same goal: to find the Unholy Throne. Finally, the Shadow started to attack the kingdoms of Eilendor, spreading his dark rule over many parts of the world. He then challenged the power of the Dragon Riders, who fought to push his rule from the free lands still left. Many of the Riders died, and many of the Shadow's followers, then Kunder, a human wizard Rider and his silver dragon, Alasa, flew to the Shadow's fortress in the Radulla Mountains, in the north of Elben, where he fought the Shadow, and unable to kill him, sealed the Shadow in an ancient oak tree. Kunder's blood line continued down to Otorin Derenson, who lives in Althor. The oak tree stands to this day, sealed with the Rider's mark, still holding the trapped vestige of the Shadow.

Highfall, Naldagor.

Stars gazed down on the city of Highfall, a human-built city, made for interracial trading.  The last stragglers headed for home, the last merchants closed up their shops, the gamblers and thieves came out from hiding, one particular thief,  Vanng by name,made his way to the Highfall Citadel.  Vanng, a human, sneaked past the guards and got past the security system with ease, he was an expert thief.  He made his way down to the vaults; deeper and deeper he went, down into the cliff on which Highfall resides.  The security was much more of a challenge down here, the passage was labyrinth, the traps were lethal, some magical.  Finally, he unlocked a massive iron door, and entered the vaults, and there it was, the Ancient Staff.  He took it, and stole back up to the surface, where he was almost spotted by a dwarf guard.  His accomplice, Dan, looked at the Staff, he nodded.  The two thieves escaped into the night.

The next morning, the patriarch of the city was told of the robbery, he then told the rest of the world, the theft of the Ancient Staff.     

The Epsilite Harvest.

The galaxy is full of worlds, and each world has a unique atmosphere, terrain, and minerals.  There are billions of minerals in the Galaxy, but there are few as powerful as epsilite.  Epsilite is only found on two known planets, Onsus Delta and Eridu.  Onsus Delta was destroyed in the Second Great War, Eridu is now the only known planet that holds this invaluable ore.  In 2634 AI, epsilite was found, deep within Eridu, miners from all over the galaxy came to the human homeworld, with great machines that burrowed down, generally from the arctic, miles deep, and found great caverns full of epsilite.  This was known as the Epsilite Harvest.  The epsilite harvest was twice as big as the Quantium Rush on Ius, the arctic was practically destroyed, the native wildlife were temporarily moved to the ice world of Tenva Prime, where the Yapas gladly watched over the exotic animals.  After about five years of mining, the Emperor banned the private prospecting of Epsilite, but mining corporations with Imperium-issued licenses can still mine the powerful mineral.  The Rodux System Mining Corporation is the leader in epsilite supply.  Epsilite in value is succeeded by Quantium, which is succeeded by Xullvelium (or Star Copper), which has been depleted for eons.      

Neptune Aj-kel.

Born on Kerroi, Neptune Cornelius Aj-kel, is a gambler, thief, spacewalker, and a half-human half-xenos.

Neptune was flung unceremoniously from the casino, he landed hard on the metal street.

"Und shtay out!"  the deseck bartender yelled.  Neptune pushed his white hair out of his eyes, he flipped some CCs (Confederation Credits) into his backpack.

"I already got what I want."  He smiled, then headed for the docks.

He kept his head down as he passed some lounging Confederation troops and policemen, he came to a beat-up, old, galxthorican-made ship.  Tuback, the tuan who owned the ship, and his five shipmates were waiting.

"Got the money?"  Tuback asked.

"Got the, ah, case?"  The maldos shipman retrieved a black case, Tuback took it and opened it, inside was a dull iron cube.

"One hack-cube coming up, this baby can hack into the Confederation main computers.  For sixty thousand Credits."  Neptune passed the Credits, Tuback handed him the case, he glanced over at the guards, they were preoccupied with an illegal slaver ship.

"If you want questionable items, Tuback is your man."  Neptune grinned.  He shook Tubacks hand.

"So, any trouble gettin' here?"  Asked the half-xenos.

"Ran into some Confederation patrol guys, and a small pirate ship, but other then that, it was smooth sailing.  How are you hildin' up?"

Neptune grimaced,

"Not to bad, but I've almost got me a room in Incarcerus.  But with this," he patted the cube, "should throw the feds off my trail."  The lounging officers realized that Neptune was in the shadowy nook, they grabbed their guns and ran, he saw them and jumped into hyperspace.  All they saw when they got there was a small dust cloud.      

Spacewalkers.

Spacewalkers have the ability to jump into hyperspace, thus allowing them to travel from planet to planet.  Walkers originated among the World Builders, and spread to most other species.  They were used as messengers, scouts, and special soldiers in many wars.  Spacewalker's power is similar to the hyper fluxi organ in lilolites and ynollocks (space pentapuses), though it is a special connection of neurons in sentient spacewalkers.  Spacewalkers also possess psionic powers; telekinesis, clairvoyance, enhanced physical abilities, and so on.   Spacewalkers can be found in most species, though none have been found among the uruzad and carisytes.