Olympus

[Magoo!]

Olympus

Prologue

The year was 836 A.S.

It has been twelve long years since our patriarch, Lycaon brought us here. Here, to Olympus - to our home. All of his original Dedicates were long dead, save one. The first Divinated and most loyal to our Master, Silenus now watched over the frozen vallies of Olympus. Our home was not a friendly environment for our mortal bodies, easily bitten by the cold. It was a warm day in the Valley here on Olympus, almost bearable to go out without being iced over. Negative forty-one degrees Celsius was the high on this planet and winter now gave passage to summer as the frost storms ravaged the land far to the south and east.

Our planet was large and wrinkled with mountain ranges which spanned the entirety of our home. The highest peak, towering 68,000 feet high was aptly named Mount Olympus. The vast valley beneath stretched six miles out in all directions before reaching a barrier of rocky precipices giving way to further ranges.

We had come here, enduring the harsh environments of Nomad space. We lost four transports of men and supplies coming here, leaving almost six thousand dead; lost to the flames which came and died in the emptiness of space. The Liberty Navy blockaded us through Alaska, yet we persevered tearing through their forces. Yet they were not the cause of our loss. The Krakens as the Old ones called them devastated us, releasing their Divine might unto us.