7Realms

Several cycles ago, on the outer
bends of our universe hung a
cluster of galaxies under the rule
of an aging empire.
The Seven Realms each had an Elder
that oversaw its affairs under the
authoritarian rulership of the
Empress. With their Realms
increasingly starved and cramped
for space, and the Empress
imposing more taxes on the people,
they were forced into combined
action to overthrow the Empress
and steal rulership of the empire.
The Empress had caught wind of the
mutiny and had concocted her
cunning plan. On the eve of their
planned coup, a messenger gilded
in the shadows met with the young
and ambitious Seventh Elder to
present an offer from the Empress.
The Empress offered the Seventh
elder named “Seven” more than he
could dare to dream of; marriage
into the royal family by way of
her Princess.
Seduced by the alluring beauty of
the young Princess and the offer
of a grander position, he
willingly accepts the Empress's
proposal.
Unknown to him he also signed and
sealed his demise and the downfall
of the Seventh Realm. A royal
banquet overflowing with pomp and
pageantry proceeded, with the
Empire celebrating the great new
union. That night “Seven” was
heavily sedated by substances
poured into the waterfall of
drinks he consumed.
The next morning he awoke in great
anguish and irreconcilable shock
as his eyes stared at his missing
left arm, his eyes nearly flinging
themselves from its sockets. The
unspoken price of the bargain was
a sacrificial limb. To his dismay,
Seven discovered that he was only
used for his ancient DNA because
when fused with the darkest of
magic, Elder DNA can birth another
planet
The remaining six Elders were invited
to see the new planet-making machine
the Empress built and were in awe,
each gaze of the machine wooing them
like a spell. They imagined the
endless possibilities of more power
and riches. The Empress offered them
what they now longed for. More
planets, more power, and more wealth
if they ended their coup and joined
her courts also with the hefty price
of their DNA.
They all abandoned their mutiny,
spellbound by their greed. Not only
signing their limbs away but agreeing
to wipe Seven and the Seventh Realm
from history. Even going as far as
wiping 7 from their numerical system
and changing the symbol for 6 to
further honour the sacrifice of their
arms
Centuries passed and the story of the
Seventh turned from news into
folktale and from folktale into myth.
But suddenly a new and unknown group
using the mark of “7” has staged
sporadic attacks against Imperial
positions throughout the Realms.
Whispers ride high on the wind,
“Will the Seventh Elder be returning?”