Went for a walk this evening and saw this adorable little car.  

Pictures taken with my Galaxy SIII Mini

Prad Oglahn

For a brief time I worked with a group called the Guild of Writers, who worked on concepts for custom ages in URU.  I didn’t stay with them long, mostly because I felt like there was very little organization in the group.  Progress requires order in equal measure to freedom, otherwise one is left with a mess of ideas and no structure for them to fit into.

In any case, I created some concepts for new ages, including this one, Prad Oglahn.  Which in my broken D’ni means Ancient Rock.

Prad Oglahn was a tale of survival and tragedy.  Three brothers worked together to create an age for themselves that combined the rock of D’ni with the open sky of the ages they loved.  One was a Maintainer, another was a Writer and the third was a Miner and between them they possessed the skills and resources to create the world they desired.

The age itself was a great stone wasteland with a single river running through it.  At one point the river cut a great canyon into the ground and pooled to create a live-giving lake.  There the brothers built their towers, joined by bridges, forming a triangular shape that they incorporated into their Emblem.

They worked long and hard on their age, and finally it was completed, but hardly had they finished, but the Fall of D’ni came and they were forced to flee into their age without proper provisions.  They took with them as many as they could, leaving a group of some two dozen stranded in an age not intended to support more than a few people for a short time.

Still, D’ni are strong and clever and for a time they lived together and worked, building a great Citadel for the refugees to live more comfortably in.  An observatory was built to watch the stars and they scaled the canyon to survey the land around and plans were made for further expansion.

By the time the D’ni Reconstruction Counsel found the age, there was no sign of the refugees.  The evidence of progress was all around.  Tools, living quarters, food stores, but no living person remained to tell their tale.  A cemetery would be discovered on the southern rim of the canyon where many increasingly primitive graves had been dug, but not enough to account for the missing D’ni.

Where had they gone?  Did they simply die out? Had they left to find a better place to live?  That was the answer you, the explorer had to discover.