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The Era of Eternal Bombardments is a legend. A mythos that warns the modern day of the dangerous of technology, and the cost of all-out war. The Firmament was not spared these consequences. After the last bombs fell, The Firmament was left isolated. Its elevators closed, any remaining ships lost leaving whoever, and whatever, was up there isolated.

In the time of war, a new breed of soldiers was created. The Reserve provided a standard of soldier beyond that which could naturally occur. The Bàsclan. Genetically modified super-insects plagued battlefield with a ferocity, cunning, and capability unmatched by the common soldier.

When The Firmament became isolated, a new era of horror began. Three legions of Bàsclan were stationed on the Firmament, clicking for deployment. Combat ready peak genetic specimen primed for war. And then the war was over. The Bàsclan would not be contained.

It is unknown what the people of that day may have called region 110, they didn't survive the passing of time. Unlike they people of the Reserve, they were hunted to extinction. Until only the Bàsclan remained. Victorious, the Bàsclan gave themselves a name, the A' fuireach.

Called Craobhan Mòra by the A' fuireach, Region 110 of the Firmament is huge, a scale that can hardly be comprehended. A third of this gigantic ring has a surface area nearly matching that of Sansar as a whole.

Craobhan Mòra is home to giant verdant forests. Perhaps its most recognizable feature are the stage trees. These massive trees were clearly also the target of genetic modification. Rather than sporting a single overhead canopy, the Stage Trees sport many. The highest canopy still contains an overhead of thick fibrous leaves, but the lower canopies are a thick entanglement of branch and vine. These "stages" allow the trees to support each other, and form into flat surfaces that can be easily traversed or built upon by natives.

These many stages create an intense verticality to Craobhan Mòra. Any single stage feels like a ground to itself. The long-spanning branches create a floor and ceiling and floor so thick that vision cannot traverse. These sturdy branches do not bend even under the weight of hefty vehicles. Walking onto a stage feels like being transported into a different "ground" entirely. A new land where the world is held together by pillars of wood holding a brown sky aloft from the similarly wooden ground. Cutting your way into the ceiling allows access to yet another land of branches.

These trees cover the entirety of Craobhan Mòra. Ruins of ancient civilizations are built on the various stages of the trees themselves, and the trees have reclaimed them. Old housing, shipyards, and warehouses have been consumed by trees. Branches intertwining and cutting into the floor. Trees have grown around and into steel itself.

The trees provide cover and food for a numinous arboreal mammals. These creatures may have arrived here as pets, livestock, or simply stowaways. Now they serve as prey for the A' fuireach.

As time progressed, the A' fuireach matured as a species. Outgrowing their single nature as machines of war, the A' fuireach developed a language, culture, bonds. For the first time, the Bàsclan no longer lived in opposition to the sapient species that created them. They asked themselves, "Without war, what are we?" That single question expresses the uncertainty of purpose, fear, and freedom embodied by the A' fuireach people.

They found answers.

They are hunters. They are killers. They are parents. They are explorers. They are free. And they will fight for that freedom.

The A' fuireach were none too pleased at the arrival of the STAR RATS. The war was fast and brutal. For all their natural prowess, the A' fuireach were unprepared for the impact of modern technology.

And yet, were they not created in a time with technologies far more terrible than this? Were they not warriors in an era where the weapons made these look like throwing sticks? There is only one answer, the A' fuireach have grown soft. The millennium of peace have softened their caprices and dulled their teeth.

And so two factions emerged.

Firstly, the A' fuireach that wanted to be more, that wanted to grow beyond the intent of their creation and grasp the fruits of technology into their hand. They wanted to be known and respected as a species. As a people.

Secondly, the A' fuireach that missed the old ways. They relished these new hardships, to bring back the grit in their claws, the sting of their teeth. They believed in the intent of the creator. They were created to be most terrifying monstrosity in existence. The was their purpose, and they would fulfill it.

For now, there is an uneasy truce between the elect, orgs, and the A' fuireach. 500 klicks in every direction from the elevator has been surrendered to outsider control, but all else belongs to the A' fuireach, and they will hunt all hunt trespass.

The majority of A' fuireach worship their creators, the Minosians.  The arms-dealing bioartificers who breathed life into their bodies. It is ironic, considering how many of these same bioartificers were killed by the A' fuireach themselves.

These traditional A' fuireach believe that they were created as being of ultimate strength. And through the expression of that strength, they can connect with their heritage and purpose.
 

This belief system is opposed to a new belief system, that posits that the A' fuireach should grow beyond their original intention. But this belief remains the fringe.
 

And yet a third belief system exists. Fledgling and slowly growing, a belief beyond the A' fuireach. All around them, there is something greater, something powerful. Something not yet named. Something in the leaves, something in the trees, in the soil. An intelligence, a power growing in The Firmament. The great stage trees have been awakening, called to awareness and connection by a new force. Some unknown sapience. It is this force that the A' fuireach hear. It calls to them as it calls to the trees and calls to the mammals. All is called. But it is not the planet, it is above.

Export: Stage Trees - Flora
The Stage Trees are plentiful and have many uses in trade. The Trees were planted here by peoples of ages past.  When Chemically treated and compressed for long periods, they form a spaceworth building material. When left alone, they decay into fertile soil, which has led to the lushness of Craobhan Mòra.
Add Resource Category: Construction Materials along with flora.

Import: Specialists
The specialists aren't needed by the A' fuireach, but are needed to deal with them. Psychologists, negotiators, hunters, and warriors. People are needed to help forge closer bonds with the A' fuireach that wish to join modern society, and a very different sort of person is needed to put down A' fuireach that resent their new neighbors.

The Era of Eternal Bombardments is a legend. A mythos that warns the modern day of the dangerous of technology, and the cost of all-out war. The Firmament was not spared these consequences. After the last bombs fell, The Firmament was left isolated. Its elevators closed, any remaining ships lost leaving whoever, and whatever, was up there isolated.

In the time of war, a new breed of soldiers was created. The Reserve provided a standard of soldier beyond that which could naturally occur. The Bàsclan. Genetically modified super-insects plagued battlefield with a ferocity, cunning, and capability unmatched by the common soldier.

When The Firmament became isolated, a new era of horror began. Three legions of Bàsclan were stationed on the Firmament, clicking for deployment. Combat ready peak genetic specimen primed for war. And then the war was over. The Bàsclan would not be contained.

It is unknown what the people of that day may have called region 110, they didn't survive the passing of time. Unlike they people of the Reserve, they were hunted to extinction. Until only the Bàsclan remained. Victorious, the Bàsclan gave themselves a name, the A' fuireach.

Called Craobhan Mòra by the A' fuireach, Region 110 of the Firmament is huge, a scale that can hardly be comprehended. A third of this gigantic ring has a surface area nearly matching that of Sansar as a whole.

Craobhan Mòra is home to giant verdant forests. Perhaps its most recognizable feature are the stage trees. These massive trees were clearly also the target of genetic modification. Rather than sporting a single overhead canopy, the Stage Trees sport many. The highest canopy still contains an overhead of thick fibrous leaves, but the lower canopies are a thick entanglement of branch and vine. These "stages" allow the trees to support each other, and form into flat surfaces that can be easily traversed or built upon by natives.

These many stages create an intense verticality to Craobhan Mòra. Any single stage feels like a ground to itself. The long-spanning branches create a floor and ceiling and floor so thick that vision cannot traverse. These sturdy branches do not bend even under the weight of hefty vehicles. Walking onto a stage feels like being transported into a different "ground" entirely. A new land where the world is held together by pillars of wood holding a brown sky aloft from the similarly wooden ground. Cutting your way into the ceiling allows access to yet another land of branches.

These trees cover the entirety of Craobhan Mòra. Ruins of ancient civilizations are built on the various stages of the trees themselves, and the trees have reclaimed them. Old housing, shipyards, and warehouses have been consumed by trees. Branches intertwining and cutting into the floor. Trees have grown around and into steel itself.

The trees provide cover and food for a numinous arboreal mammals. These creatures may have arrived here as pets, livestock, or simply stowaways. Now they serve as prey for the A' fuireach.

As time progressed, the A' fuireach matured as a species. Outgrowing their single nature as machines of war, the A' fuireach developed a language, culture, bonds. For the first time, the Bàsclan no longer lived in opposition to the sapient species that created them. They asked themselves, "Without war, what are we?" That single question expresses the uncertainty of purpose, fear, and freedom embodied by the A' fuireach people.

They found answers.

They are hunters. They are killers. They are parents. They are explorers. They are free. And they will fight for that freedom.

The A' fuireach were none too pleased at the arrival of the STAR RATS. The war was fast and brutal. For all their natural prowess, the A' fuireach were unprepared for the impact of modern technology.

And yet, were they not created in a time with technologies far more terrible than this? Were they not warriors in an era where the weapons made these look like throwing sticks? There is only one answer, the A' fuireach have grown soft. The millennium of peace have softened their caprices and dulled their teeth.

And so two factions emerged.

Firstly, the A' fuireach that wanted to be more, that wanted to grow beyond the intent of their creation and grasp the fruits of technology into their hand. They wanted to be known and respected as a species. As a people.

Secondly, the A' fuireach that missed the old ways. They relished these new hardships, to bring back the grit in their claws, the sting of their teeth. They believed in the intent of the creator. They were created to be most terrifying monstrosity in existence. The was their purpose, and they would fulfill it.

For now, there is an uneasy truce between the elect, orgs, and the A' fuireach. 500 klicks in every direction from the elevator has been surrendered to outsider control, but all else belongs to the A' fuireach, and they will hunt all hunt trespass.

The majority of A' fuireach worship their creators.  The arms-dealing bioartificers who breathed life into their bodies. It is ironic, considering how many of these same bioartificers were killed by the A' fuireach themselves.

The traditional A' fuireach believe that they were created as being of ultimate strength. And through the expression of that strength, they can connect with their heritage and purpose.

This belief system is opposed to a new belief system, that posits that the A' fuireach should grow beyond their original intention. But this belief remains the fringe.

And yet a third belief system exists. Fledgling and slowly growing, a belief beyond the A' fuireach. All around them, there is something greater, something powerful. Something not yet named. Something in the leaves, something in the trees, in the soil. An intelligence, a power growing in The Firmament. The great stage trees have been awakening, called to awareness and connection by a new force. Some unknown sapience. It is this force that the A' fuireach hear. It calls to them as it calls to the trees and calls to the mammals. All is called. But it is not the planet, it is above.

Export: Stage Trees - Flora
The Stage Trees are plentiful and have many uses in trade. The Trees were planted here by peoples of ages past.  When Chemically treated and compressed for long periods, they form a spaceworth building material. When left alone, they decay into fertile soil, which has led to the lushness of Craobhan Mòra.
Add Resource Category: Construction Materials along with flora.

Import: Specialists
The specialists aren't needed by the A' fuireach, but are needed to deal with them. Psychologists, negotiators, hunters, and warriors. People are needed to help forge closer bonds with the A' fuireach that wish to join modern society, and a very different sort of person is needed to put down A' fuireach that resent their new neighbors.

The Era of Eternal Bombardments is a legend. A mythos that warns the modern day of the dangerous of technology, and the cost of all-out war. The Firmament was not spared these consequences. After the last bombs fell, The Firmament was left isolated. Its elevators closed, any remaining ships lost leaving whoever, and whatever, was up there isolated.

In the time of war, a new breed of soldiers was created. The Reserve provided a standard of soldier beyond that which could naturally occur. The Bàsclan. Genetically modified super-insects plagued battlefield with a ferocity, cunning, and capability unmatched by the common soldier.

When The Firmament became isolated, a new era of horror began. Three legions of Bàsclan were stationed on the Firmament, clicking for deployment. Combat ready peak genetic specimen primed for war. And then the war was over. The Bàsclan would not be contained.

It is unknown what the people of that day may have called region 110, they didn't survive the passing of time. Unlike they people of the Reserve, they were hunted to extinction. Until only the Bàsclan remained. Victorious, the Bàsclan gave themselves a name, the A' fuireach.

Called Craobhan Mòra by the A' fuireach, Region 110 of the Firmament is huge, a scale that can hardly be comprehended. A third of this gigantic ring has a surface area nearly matching that of Sansar as a whole.

Craobhan Mòra is home to giant verdant forests. Perhaps its most recognizable feature are the stage trees. These massive trees were clearly also the target of genetic modification. Rather than sporting a single overhead canopy, the Stage Trees sport many. The highest canopy still contains an overhead of thick fibrous leaves, but the lower canopies are a thick entanglement of branch and vine. These "stages" allow the trees to support each other, and form into flat surfaces that can be easily traversed or built upon by natives.

These many stages create an intense verticality to Craobhan Mòra. Any single stage feels like a ground to itself. The long-spanning branches create a floor and ceiling and floor so thick that vision cannot traverse. These sturdy branches do not bend even under the weight of hefty vehicles. Walking onto a stage feels like being transported into a different "ground" entirely. A new land where the world is held together by pillars of wood holding a brown sky aloft from the similarly wooden ground. Cutting your way into the ceiling allows access to yet another land of branches.

These trees cover the entirety of Craobhan Mòra. Ruins of ancient civilizations are built on the various stages of the trees themselves, and the trees have reclaimed them. Old housing, shipyards, and warehouses have been consumed by trees. Branches intertwining and cutting into the floor. Trees have grown around and into steel itself.

The trees provide cover and food for a numinous arboreal mammals. These creatures may have arrived here as pets, livestock, or simply stowaways. Now they serve as prey for the A' fuireach.

As time progressed, the A' fuireach matured as a species. Outgrowing their single nature as machines of war, the A' fuireach developed a language, culture, bonds. For the first time, the Bàsclan no longer lived in opposition to the sapient species that created them. They asked themselves, "Without war, what are we?" That single question expresses the uncertainty of purpose, fear, and freedom embodied by the A' fuireach people.

They found answers.

They are hunters. They are killers. They are parents. They are explorers. They are free. And they will fight for that freedom.

The A' fuireach were none too pleased at the arrival of the STAR RATS. The war was fast and brutal. For all their natural prowess, the A' fuireach were unprepared for the impact of modern technology.

And yet, were they not created in a time with technologies far more terrible than this? Were they not warriors in an era where the weapons made these look like throwing sticks? There is only one answer, the A' fuireach have grown soft. The millennium of peace have softened their caprices and dulled their teeth.

And so two factions emerged.

Firstly, the A' fuireach that wanted to be more, that wanted to grow beyond the intent of their creation and grasp the fruits of technology into their hand. They wanted to be known and respected as a species. As a people.

Secondly, the A' fuireach that missed the old ways. They relished these new hardships, to bring back the grit in their claws, the sting of their teeth. They believed in the intent of the creator. They were created to be most terrifying monstrosity in existence. The was their purpose, and they would fulfill it.

For now, there is an uneasy truce between the elect, orgs, and the A' fuireach. 500 klicks in every direction from the elevator has been surrendered to outsider control, but all else belongs to the A' fuireach, and they will hunt all hunt trespass.

The majority of A' fuireach worship their creators.  The arms-dealing bioartificers who breathed life into their bodies. It is ironic, considering how many of these same bioartificers were killed by the A' fuireach themselves.

The traditional A' fuireach believe that they were created as being of ultimate strength. And through the expression of that strength, they can connect with their heritage and purpose.

This belief system is opposed to a new belief system, that posits that the A' fuireach should grow beyond their original intention. But this belief remains the fringe.

And yet a third belief system exists. Fledgling and slowly growing, a belief beyond the A' fuireach. All around them, there is something greater, something powerful. Something not yet named. Something in the leaves, something in the trees, in the soil. An intelligence, a power growing in The Firmament. The great stage trees have been awakening, called to awareness and connection by a new force. Some unknown sapience. It is this force that the A' fuireach hear. It calls to them as it calls to the trees and calls to the mammals. All is called. But it is not the planet, it is above.

Export: Stage Trees - Flora
The Stage Trees are plentiful and have many uses in trade. The Trees were planted here by peoples of ages past.  When Chemically treated and compressed for long periods, they form a spaceworth building material. When left alone, they decay into fertile soil, which has led to the lushness of Craobhan Mòra.

Import: Specialists
The specialists aren't needed by the A' fuireach, but are needed to deal with them. Psychologists, negotiators, hunters, and warriors. People are needed to help forge closer bonds with the A' fuireach that wish to join modern society, and a very different sort of person is needed to put down A' fuireach that resent their new neighbors.

The Era of Eternal Bombardments is a legend. A mythos that warns the modern day of the dangerous of technology, and the cost of all-out war. The Firmament was not spared these consequences. After the last bombs fell, The Firmament was left isolated. Its elevators closed, any remaining ships lost leaving whoever, and whatever, was up there isolated.

In the time of war, a new breed of soldiers was created. The Reserve provided a standard of soldier beyond that which could naturally occur. The Bàsclan. Genetically modified super-insects plagued battlefield with a ferocity, cunning, and capability unmatched by the common soldier.

When The Firmament became isolated, a new era of horror began. Three legions of Bàsclan were stationed on the Firmament, clicking for deployment. Combat ready peak genetic specimen primed for war. And then the war was over. The Bàsclan would not be contained.

It is unknown what the people of that day may have called region 110, they didn't survive the passing of time. Unlike they people of the Reserve, they were hunted to extinction. Until only the Bàsclan remained. Victorious, the Bàsclan gave themselves a name, the A' fuireach.

Called Craobhan Mòra by the A' fuireach, Region 110 of the Firmament is huge, a scale that can hardly be comprehended. A third of this gigantic ring has a surface area nearly matching that of Sansar as a whole.

Craobhan Mòra is home to giant verdant forests. Perhaps its most recognizable feature are the stage trees. These massive trees were clearly also the target of genetic modification. Rather than sporting a single overhead canopy, the Stage Trees sport many. The highest canopy still contains an overhead of thick fibrous leaves, but the lower canopies are a thick entanglement of branch and vine. These "stages" allow the trees to support each other, and form into flat surfaces that can be easily traversed or built upon by natives.

These many stages create an intense verticality to Craobhan Mòra. Any single stage feels like a ground to itself. The long-spanning branches create a floor and ceiling and floor so thick that vision cannot traverse. These sturdy branches do not bend even under the weight of hefty vehicles. Walking onto a stage feels like being transported into a different "ground" entirely. A new land where the world is held together by pillars of wood holding a brown sky aloft from the similarly wooden ground. Cutting your way into the ceiling allows access to yet another land of branches.

These trees cover the entirety of Craobhan Mòra. Ruins of ancient civilizations are built on the various stages of the trees themselves, and the trees have reclaimed them. Old housing, shipyards, and warehouses have been consumed by trees. Branches intertwining and cutting into the floor. Trees have grown around and into steel itself.

The trees provide cover and food for a numinous arboreal mammals. These creatures may have arrived here as pets, livestock, or simply stowaways. Now they serve as prey for the A' fuireach.

As time progressed, the A' fuireach matured as a species. Outgrowing their single nature as machines of war, the A' fuireach developed a language, culture, bonds. For the first time, the Bàsclan no longer lived in opposition to the sapient species that created them. They asked themselves, "Without war, what are we?" That single question expresses the uncertainty of purpose, fear, and freedom embodied by the A' fuireach people.

They found answers.

They are hunters. They are killers. They are parents. They are explorers. They are free. And they will fight for that freedom.

The A' fuireach were none too pleased at the arrival of the STAR RATS. The war was fast and brutal. For all their natural prowess, the A' fuireach were unprepared for the impact of modern technology.

And yet, were they not created in a time with technologies far more terrible than this? Were they not warriors in an era where the weapons made these look like throwing sticks? There is only one answer, the A' fuireach have grown soft. The millennium of peace have softened their caprices and dulled their teeth.

And so two factions emerged.

Firstly, the A' fuireach that wanted to be more, that wanted to grow beyond the intent of their creation and grasp the fruits of technology into their hand. They wanted to be known and respected as species. As people.

Secondly, the A' fuireach that missed the old ways. They relished these new hardships, to bring back the grit in their claws, the sting of their teeth. They believed in the intent of the creator. They were created to be most terrifying monstrosity in existence. The was their purpose, and they would fulfill it.

For now, there is an uneasy truce between the elect, orgs, and the A' fuireach. 500 klicks in every direction from the elevator has been surrendered to outsider control, but all else belongs to the A' fuireach, and they will hunt all hunt trespass.

The majority of A' fuireach worship their creators.  The arms-dealing bioartificers who breathed life into their bodies. It is ironic, considering how many of these same bioartificers were killed by the A' fuireach themselves.

The traditional A' fuireach believe that they were created as being of ultimate strength. And through the expression of that strength, they can connect with their heritage and purpose.

This belief system is opposed to a new belief system, that posits that the A' fuireach should grow beyond their original intention. But this belief remains the fringe.

And yet a third belief system exists. Fledgling and slowly growing, a belief beyond the A' fuireach. All around them, there is something greater, something powerful. Something not yet named. Something in the leaves, something in the trees, in the soil. An intelligence, a power growing in The Firmament. The great stage trees have been awakening, called to awareness and connection by a new force. Some unknown sapience. It is this force that the A' fuireach hear. It calls to them as it calls to the trees and calls to the mammals. All is called. But it is not the planet, it is above.

Export: Stage Trees - Flora
The Stage Trees are plentiful and have many uses in trade. The Trees were planted here by peoples of ages past.  When Chemically treated and compressed for long periods, they form a spaceworth building material. When left alone, they decay into fertile soil, which has led to the lushness of Craobhan Mòra.

Import: Specialists
The specialists aren't needed by the A' fuireach, but are needed to deal with them. Psychologists, negotiators, hunters, and warriors. People are needed to help forge closer bonds with the A' fuireach that wish to join modern society, and a very different sort of person is needed to put down A' fuireach that resent their new neighbors.

The Era of Eternal Bombardments is a legend. A mythos that warns the modern day of the dangerous of technology, and the cost of all-out war. The Firmament was not spared these consequences. After the last bombs fell, The Firmament was left isolated. Its elevators closed, any remaining ships lost leaving whoever, and whatever, was up there isolated.

In the time of war, a new breed of soldiers was created. The Reserve provided a standard of soldier beyond that which could naturally occur. The Bàsclan. Genetically modified super-insects plagued battlefield with a ferocity, cunning, and capability unmatched by the common soldier.

When The Firmament became isolated, a new era of horror began. Three legions of Bàsclan were stationed on the Firmament, clicking for deployment. Combat ready peak genetic specimen primed for war. And then the war was over. The Bàsclan would not be contained.

It is unknown what the people of that day may have called region 110, they didn't survive the passing of time. Unlike they people of the Reserve, they were hunted to extinction. Until only the Bàsclan remained. Victorious, the Bàsclan gave themselves a name, the A' fuireach.

Called Craobhan Mòra by the A' fuireach, Region 110 of the Firmament is huge, a scale that can hardly be comprehended. A third of this gigantic ring has a surface area nearly matching that of Sansar as a whole.

Craobhan Mòra is home to giant verdant forests. Perhaps its most recognizable feature are the stage trees. These massive trees were clearly also the target of genetic modification. Rather than sporting a single overhead canopy, the Stage Trees sport many. The highest canopy still contains an overhead of thick fibrous leaves, but the lower canopies are a thick entanglement of branch and vine. These "stages" allow the trees to support each other, and form into flat surfaces that can be easily traversed or built upon by natives.

These many stages create an intense verticality to Craobhan Mòra. Any single stage feels like a ground to itself. The long-spanning branches create a floor and ceiling and floor so thick that vision cannot traverse. These sturdy branches do not bend even under the weight of hefty vehicles. Walking onto a stage feels like being transported into a different "ground" entirely. A new land where the world is held together by pillars of wood holding a brown sky aloft from the similarly wooden ground. Cutting your way into the ceiling allows access to yet another land of branches.

These trees cover the entirety of Craobhan Mòra. Ruins of ancient civilizations are built on the various stages of the trees themselves, and the trees have reclaimed them. Old housing, shipyards, and warehouses have been consumed by trees. Branches intertwining and cutting into the floor. Trees have grown around and into steel itself.

The trees provide cover and food for a numinous arboreal mammals. These creatures may have arrived here as pets, livestock, or simply stowaways. Now they serve as prey for the A' fuireach.

As time progressed, the A' fuireach matured as a species. Outgrowing their single nature as machines of war, the A' fuireach developed a language, culture, bonds. For the first time, the Bàsclan no longer lived in opposition to the sapient species that created them. They asked themselves, "Without war, what are we?" That single question expresses the uncertainty of purpose, fear, and freedom embodied by the A' fuireach people.

They found answers.

They are hunters. They are killers. They are parents. They are explorers. They are free. And they will fight for that freedom.

The A' fuireach were none too pleased at the arrival of the STAR RATS. The war was fast and brutal. For all their natural prowess, the A' fuireach were unprepared for the impact of modern technology.

And yet, were they not created in a time with technologies far more terrible than this? Were they not warriors in an era where the weapons made these look like throwing sticks? There is only one answer, the A' fuireach have grown soft. The millennium of peace have softened their caprices and dulled their teeth.

And so two factions emerged.

Firstly, the A' fuireach that wanted to be more, that wanted to grow beyond the intent of their creation and grasp the fruits of technology into their hand. They wanted to be known and respected as species. As people.

Secondly, the A' fuireach that missed the old ways. They relished these new hardships, to bring back the grit in their claws, the sting of their teeth. They believed in the intent of the creator. They were created to be most terrifying monstrosity in existence. The was their purpose, and they would fulfill it.

For now, there is an uneasy truce between the elect, orgs, and the A' fuireach. 500 klicks in every direction from the elevator has been surrendered to outsider control, but all else belongs to the A' fuireach, and they will hunt all hunt trespass.

The majority of A' fuireach worship their creators.  The arms-dealing bioartificers who breathed life into their bodies. It is ironic, considering how many of these same bioartificers were killed by the A' fuireach themselves.

The traditional A' fuireach believe that they were created as being of ultimate strength. And through the expression of that strength, they can connect with their heritage and purpose.

This belief system is opposed to a new belief system, that posits that the A' fuireach should grow beyond their original intention. But this belief remains the minority.

And yet a third belief system exists. Fledgling and slowly growing, a belief beyond the A' fuireach. All around them, there is something greater, something powerful. Something not yet named. Something in the leaves, something in the trees, in the soil. An intelligence, a power growing in The Firmament. The great stage trees have been awakening, called to awareness and connection by a new force. Some unknown sapience. It is this force that the A' fuireach hear. It calls to them as it calls to the trees and calls to the mammals. All is called. But it is not the planet, it is above.

Export: Stage Trees - Flora
The Stage Trees are plentiful and have many uses in trade. The Trees were planted here by peoples of ages past.  When Chemically treated and compressed for long periods, they form a spaceworth building material. When left alone, they decay into fertile soil, which has led to the lushness of Craobhan Mòra.

Import: Specialists
The specialists aren't needed by the A' fuireach, but are needed to deal with them. Psychologists, negotiators, hunters, and warriors. People are needed to help forge closer bonds with the A' fuireach that wish to join modern society, and a very different sort of person is needed to put down A' fuireach that resent their new neighbors.