The Chronicles

The story behind Rafterburn: Time has no relevance, distance makes no difference. An epic journey awaits

Preface

This is a space in the multiverse—an epic story that makes our current view of space, time, and similar worlds irrelevant.

​In this realm, Walking Cavapoos evolved over thousands of years. They stemmed from pets, but underwent a miraculous evolutionary growth triggered by a race similar to humans—superior beings who, with the irrelevance of space and time, can be anywhere at any moment.

​The "Original" Walking Cavapoo is somewhat of an oxymoron. He came with flaws, but his determination and will formed patterns that others copied, weeding out bad habits over the centuries. This created a collective consciousness—some of it dependent on vast knowledge bases, and some shrouded in the mystery of how we got here.

​Hamalarian was a small speck in this universe, but a pioneer whose stories have been passed down through generations. This legendary walking Cavapoo currently has no logs or pictures, but we have departments for that. We have individuals assigned to track that history down—but that is a story for another day.

The moonbase was beholden to 10, paintings carrying each Cavapoo member of the Hamalarian bloodline, a relic more then a painting but a piece or history to inspire greatness in others, to remind the beholder to be true to themselves and remember the Hamalarian code, that knowledge and art are powerful anchors, truth and justice never forget nor relapse toward the old ways. Hamalarian wasn't a fool but a mearly one that asked the right questions, one of the first to discover his immense abilities and perseverance 

The datastream or collective conscience allows the stories to travel to you from far far away, The tribune and Cavapoos have some similarities to earth visually but the language is all interpreted, completely unrecognizable coincidence that a country like Japan shares some similarities and translations in the Cavapoo, the moonbase reaches insanely far to Earth

Edition I Koji

The stars aligned just right that day, there was a relic from the old world being delivered to Kojis front door, the old world Tribune told him they were coming using the suns bright reflection in Kojis window cell, fascinated at first, he was motivated and ready to accept the gift bestowed upon him, a fresh adventure ahead that knew no bounds.

The glimmering sun Code specifically told him to cut ties with all the unnecessary formalities , his daily trip to the local food market, part time sword training for the military, his commanders would look for him but not until he slipped comfortably out of reach into the remote farm lands where no-one would notice him. Sun Code was an advanced communication  technology, it had told him repetitively the pickup details of the token over a month of numerous guidance, who to talk to, where to camp, when to come to his window, when to take a break, how to remember every specific detail of his upcoming journey and how to face a storm he hasn't even seen yet. As instructed on November 17th he packed his bags and knew there was no turning back.

Edition II The Pirate King of Rafterburn

Standing at the threshold of fire and salt, the King chose the horizon over the hoard. This is the moment he decided to blow it all to hell…

Koji and Lucious both shared the same bloodline, but Lucious was far more skeptical. Being a pirate meant keeping order, discipline, and the occasional binge of... um, rum... yum. The same light signaled on his window sill, flickering for his attention and causing a throbbing wave of pain that permeated his skull. "What is this malarkey?" he thought. A fool’s prank. "I don’t have time to entertain this sh**," he thought—observations are not for everyone.

The Tribune from the old world were not impressed, nor patient enough for the insubordination. “Shall we intervene?” The wise one spoke in a cryptic, otherworldly burst of short creaks and grunts. “We shall,” Tempedfyortlian responded. Names were a formality and signified duty; complex names represented their complex duties. The Tribune were the most complex of any beings in the galaxy, and order and control came at no expense.

The Tribune wore crowns—not really for status, but for importance and respect. The Tribune had created the Galactic Reporting Chronicle Team (GRCT). The GRCT consisted of two mid-sized planets populated by only 30 million inhabitants and a fleet of ships with a technology sophistication beyond most understandings. The moon database kept order, records, and everything else imaginable—run, maintained, and inhabited by 1,000 high-elected officials. Then, at the top of the top, were seven highborne tribunals of great age and intelligence.

Galaxy resonance and equilibrium were required to follow a strict adherence to the Hamalarian code—a code of old ways to rule with integrity and discipline. The Hamalarian bloodline was sacred, along with the vault of data, artifacts, and technology to help its beholder in the journey to defeat evil. The wise one spoke slowly, yet efficiently, to Tempedfyortlian: “Key. IT. IN.” She keyed in two or three characters and the screen came to life almost immediately, sparking a board of LEDs to life. Little did Lucious know, his headache was about to get worse.

Lucious and the field of Yasumi

A brilliant break, safe and tucked away from chaos.

Lucious had healing properties but they weren't good until he could rest, the fall from the Sentinel took its toll, 30 feet the Tribune estimated, they didn't miss a beat, or did they, Lucious hit the water with a big smack knocking the air out of him. Singed hair, you dont notice it on the relic but never had he made such a sacrifice, such a close call, before he could wind down and sleep he thought of the day he blew it all to hell, he thought of the fall, and he thought of his training. The Tribune after the fall and burns finally came to the rescue, to bring Luciouss shocked system to some-where no-one would find him, a sacred place tucked into the bamboo forests. The Tribune would not come back for him as he completed the hamalarian requirement, it wad a magical place. One of reflection and solitude, it had a glow to it