The Story of my Seraphon.
About Spektazuma during the Coming of Chaos 8000 years before the End Times (thanks to Kor-Lot-Ko & spawning of Bob from Lustria-Online),
Before the great catastrophe, Spektazuma was one of the most wondrous of all the the temple-cities of Lustria. It was home to the great observatory, the best in the world, with an enormous telescope capable of reading the stars in great detail. It’s spawning pools amongst the most productive, churning out skinks and saurus in the hundreds. But most impressive of all were the great lenses. They sat on the top of the three largest pyramids in the city, turning every day to follow the sun. They captured the sun’s rays and concentrated them into a beam the diameter of a carnosaur’s egg, and hot enough to melt through iron after a few moments of being placed within the beam. The light was then shot into a perfectly carved diamond prism that shattered the large beam into multiple smaller beams the width of a skinks arm. A complex system of mirrors moved the beams of light around the city. Some beams went to forges, where the heat was used to melt gold and other metals faster than any fire. Some beams went to guard towers, where they powered weapons much like the solar engines mounted on the backs of bastilodons. Others went to great devices set into the bedrock deep below the city, which stored the solar energy for night or times of need. When the polar gates fell, Spektazuma was amongst the first to be attacked, the great stores of energy attracting the daemons like moths to a flame. For seven days, the slann of Spektazuma maintained their shield around the city, bolstered by the energy in the storage devices, while the solar weapons burned great swaths of the daemon army to ashes. But then, disaster. The leader of the daemonic host, a nurgle daemon prince, realized that he would never breach the city whilst the sun still shined every day. So, he had all of his mages band together to cast a spell which cloaked the city in a perpetual night. Without the sun, the weapons were soon powerless, and the slann were forced to maintain the shield without the aid of the devices. Still, the city stood firm for a further month before the shield was breached. The warriors and slann of Spektazuma held a fighting retreat into the bowels of the city, until they finally reached the energy storage chamber. Trapped and weakened, the warriors of the city of lenses resolved to make their final stand. But Itikmonda, Lord of the city, did not wish his city’s legacy to end in that room. so, after giving instructions to his second, to return to the city when the time was right. Then, using the last dregs of energy from the devices, transported the city’s last defenders to Itza, just as the daemons burst through the doors and fell upon his exhausted form, ripping him limb from limb.