History: Long, long ago, in a Star-Sphere far, far away, there lived a race of very, very wise beings called the Akashans. The Akashans possessed three things in abundance: psionic powers, clean biological technology, and absolutely no relevance whatsoever to any plot which involved them. Quite often the busy-body Akashans (or Space Gods, as those hoighty toighty bastards like to be known) would just be plopped straight into the middle of a game world--er--Cosm as part of an epic three module mini-series which has Storm Knights of all stripe risking life and limb to recover a stupid cup and then spend a whole half-adventure composing a sodding ode about Core Earth so that a group of Artsy-Fartsy Space Friggin' Gods could show up, pass judgment upon the realm by peering down their noses at us--er--the natives and then infect them with the freakin' Alien Herpes.
Thus, did the proud tradition of the Space Gods come to Core Earth and the inhabitants did give praise and scratch at the sores left by their Alien Space Scabies and wondered what wonders would these Space Gods bring to their beleaguered Earth. And lo, did the aliens say 'pffle, these people summoned us here? They can't even help us get unsick, and they're in dire need of some genetic engineering to make them halfway evolved to our level, and worst of all, they smell!'.
Thus did the Storm Knights say 'well bugger all, you're no sodding help' and went back to leaving flaming bags of dung on the Gaunt Man's castle's doorstep and slipping Van Newman machines into Moebius' stocks of Eternium while the Akashans wandered around, mostly unseen, until they shrugged and wandered back to the Star Sphere just in time for the Possibility War to grind to a rather long and convoluted halt.
Some said 'who were those masked men?' And others responded 'I don't know, but they left this'...
| Cosm: Star Sphere | Possibilities: 200 | Tapping Difficulty: 18 |
| Group Power: Judgment | ||
| Purpose: What you say? For Great Justice! | ||
| Powers: -6 to any sort of Linguistics or spy craft skill which involves overhearing and comprehending a Shard-bearer's words. +6 to any sort of hiding or concealment skill. |
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Zig is one of the Embodiments of the true Akashan ideal: no, not 'peace, fellowship and the betterment of all', but rather 'who the fsck are you, what are you doing here, why aren't you doing anything to help us, and what the HELL are you talking about?'. While other Eternity shards have formed around the more Party line ideal, Zig manifested as a result of the Sphere's Collective Intelligence (especially the Coar) beginning to wonder what in the blazes is the point of the entire Star-Sphere lifestyle. It appears as a tiny, bio-technical gewgaw... something really nifty but ultimately incomprehensible to your average native Cosmer. It helps the Akashans -- or whomsoever bears it -- stay out of the limelight and utterly obfuscates what they say, preserving their air of rather pointless mystery, while they go about passing rather arbitrary judgment upon their lessers.
As you can no doubt surmise, in purpose, Zig is one of the most pointlessly formed Eternity Shards ever incarnated.
Back to All Your Base!