Olucra Syndicate

"Deep within the heart of the bizarre dungeon, I was commanded to kneel before the demented audience. An alien, nightmare parody of a royal court, blue lights made of glass lined the floor and roof casting a sickly pallor to all within the chamber. A speaker finally stepped from the shadows. This was Cyvorak, the Arch Biomancer, a visage of a creature whose dark skin and horns were covered in glowing turquoise tattoos and tubes.

'It is but in the 11th hour that I finally request a forum with thee, Master Cenobite. No other would hear my clarion call; yours are the final ears to hear my warning sound.'

'While men sit in their long halls and talk of war and conquest,' the shadowed person croaked, 'we seek solutions to conflict at a biological level. The life that you have sought so long to destroy, we seek to perfect. Our new world will be devoid of war, struggle, or affliction. We shall usher in a new unity under the black sun. In the shadow of Olucra, all of Rasa shall embrace assimilation. . .'"



It is the vile league that twists reality. It is the voice that whispers forbidden secrets. It is the corrupter of kingdoms. It is a nation of Biomancers, assassins, and aberrations. Their deepest roots are grounded in the Far Realm, the space beyond the planes. Though Olucra has many mouthpieces, the real governor is madness and irrationality.



They seek to make every living thing "better" than it already is. Their Biomancy leaves victims with twisted tube enhancements. Unlike bloodforging, biomancy beautifies instead of scars, perfects instead deforms, and illuminates instead of dampens. However, these terms are relative to the practitioners of it. In reality, the augmentations are just as bizarre.



They employ the hidden and slimy things--mind flayers, beholders, foulspawn. While Olucra claims to be the ultimate nation of enlightenment, in reality, their minds have all been damaged due to the incompatibility of Far Realm augmentations.



Olucra knew of the irresistibility of their forbidden knowledge. They often auctioned secrets to the highest bidder during the Last War. Noble men made difficult ethical decisions, whether it was wise to make deals with the dark syndicate under veil of moonlight. These decisions cost them. As Olucra double-dealt to enemy and ally alike, their power magnified and they turned into a threat of their own right. Since the treaty, the six nations decided to exile the syndicate. Without political legitimacy, it returned to the cracks of the earth.



Vector denies that the Olucra ever existed, and would furthermore discredit any claim that the source of their Steam Science stems from darker realms.



But it is the truth, and I seek to show it to the world. That's right, you, the reader of my journal have been informed. Yet now, there is nothing that you can do. I shall show Rasa a force that surpasses any army of steam, blood, rot, star, or rune. My wrath shall come swiftly, there are none who can contend. . .