Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25606723-20141124231720/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141125062724

Here's a bit of a bio:

Long, long ago, it was the third age of Minecraftia. The age of the Testificates. The magical Orcish and mining Dwarven civilizations have already fallen to an unknown foe in the first and second ages, leaving only their ruined constructions behind. The Testificates relied almost entirely upon the work of the Testificate sub-species known as the Steve for protection. They were, however, capable of constructing robotic units.

One Testificate, however, was able to do something spectacular. He and a team of Steves constructed a much smaller robot than the common "Iron Golem" model, about the size of a Steve. It would have the same capabilities as a Steve, but it would be able to do them all stronger, faster, smarter and better. Plus, it would be impossible to kill through normal means. A series of fire charge launchers were installed in his chest, and extending fire-aspect blades were put in his arms. He was named "Eureka."

Eureka was the perfect creation from the start. He did everything he was told. The gates to the Red City, capital of the Testificate civilization, were safe under his guard.

One day, however, Eureka saw a creature he'd never seen before. It was nine feet tall, very slender, with pure black skin, bright purple eyes, with purple stars floating about his form. He knew what it was, the Testificates had told him about them. The Endermen. A strange race from parts unknown, who only killed if someone gazed upon them. They were fast, strong, and had the power to teleport. Eureka stared at the Enderman, but it didn't attack. His eyes were mechanical, not real. Instead the Enderman approached Eureka, and spoke to him.

"I have important things to tell you. Meet me in the lab where you were created. I will speak to you more there."

"How did you know about that?" Eureka asked. The Enderman teleported away without answering.

Later that night, Eureka stood in the deserted laboratory. He stood face-to-face with the Enderman he had seen earlier, who stood with three other Enderman in deep black armor made from some strange animal hide, wielding pitch black swords. They each wore black masks, with horns extending from the brows. Clearly warriors. The enderman he had spoken to earlier was now wearing a purple robe, with a purple hood and a pronged golden crown.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Endperor, leader of the Ender Imperium, also known as the Resistance. I would normally be here with more security, but my usual guard would cause no small amount of distress."

"Why are you meeting me here?"

"Two reasons. The first, this place holds many memories for you, as well as many tools that would be useful. The second, the Dragon Empire would never come here, this place is far too heavily defended. Above all, they fear you."

"Why me? I never did anything to them."

"They fear what you may do. You are something that none of the 22 planes has ever seen before. You are a warrior without match. If you override your base programming, you could become the greatest being ever to exist. That's why we contacted you. I want you to join us. But first a little history."

"Long ago, us Endermen lived in a strange dimensional plane known as the Farlands. There was a god there, a colossal being of unmatched power. Then, one day, he cast us out, and moved the Farlands somewhere we couldn't get to it, even with our ability to dimension-shift. And so, we came here. Eventually, however, we found a place that suited us far better: The End. A network of islands composed of Endstone deep in the darkness of the void. And there, we fond it. A dragon egg."

Eureka gasped. Dragons were the most powerful beings ever to exist! To find one was to find power.

"We were overjoyed. At last, an all-powerful being to lead us once again! We hatched the egg. The baby dragon, at first, was humble. It was kind, respecting, honest, just, and intelligent. However, it soon revealed it's true nature. It had us labor to construct towers, towers that would make it nigh-invincible. It then became a tyrant. It was cruel, hard, with no respect for Enderman life, or the art of the build. It began ordering us into the Overworld, otherwise known as Minecraftia. That's when we sprung our trap."

"Some of us didn't like how that overgrown lizard was treating us. I was chief among them. I sent many Endermen into Minecraftia ahead of the rest, to start construction of a wall. A massive wall separating the north from the far north."

"The great Northern Wall!" Eureka said.

"Yes indeed. We built that wall, and when the Dragon Empire entered the Overworld, we fled. Our forces escaped to the safety of the great wall, and the fortresses behind it. We formed the Ender Imperium, and we began to wage a silent war against the Dragon Empire."

To be continued...