Empyrean

Empyrean is separated into several distinct levels. Most Empyreans live in the Ephemera, where they enjoy a high level of technological advancement and a semblance of order afforded by the Convergence.

Corona
Approaching Empyrean, one passes through an immense field of ice where the sunlight refracts, bending into kaleidoscopes flashing against the satellites, webbed together by thin wire, and the seemingly endless traffic of harboring spacecrafts. Countless glowing destination images advertise space elevator destinations - polisian cities, Visceran placids, and Convergence megacrafts. From afar, the world-rim scintillates with twisting and meaningless color, as vibrant as a planet in flames. The Corona is the name given for this effect.

Ephemera
Notable Locations: Arboretum (Kerazzan) :: Caravanserai (Persian) :: Erudition (Coalition)

Outside dense pockets of Haze, a lesser version of the blinding gold and orange Viscerain clouds,  the Empyrean sky is blue-gray expanse streaked with long tendrils of cloud bands, each a unique shade and hue. U pdated by Convergence satellite information, ephemerals automigrate their cluster cities and megacrafts towards the pockets of breathable air by the unpredictable whims of Empyrean weather. Few travel abnormalities occur, and so most ephemerals are unconscious nomads. But considering the fuel requirements necessary to stay in the sky, refugees and exiles are forced to kill and steal in order to survive.

Environment
The deepest areas of the gaseous primeworld Empyrean are collectively known as the Viscera. Much of it is uninhabitable, and there is no sky. Instead, it is a dimension of gold streaked orange haze, broken at random by swatches of dark, bloody clouds, known as the Red Fog. These ferrous winds reach incredibly high temperatures, in some places, enough to sear apart and through the hull of even the most resilient aircraft.

Shattered remnants of Empyrean's grisly war history drift aimlessly by. Ruptured warcrafts, arcologies, and satellites; the darkened bulk congregates in vast graveyards of ruined metal, drawn together by their own shattered gravity plates. These are the Devastation Fields. Ephemerals who settle here are Empyreans with a purpose: secrecy and research being the most common. They know how often curious voyagers, drawn by the promise of important discoveries and interworld fame, have become gleaming new wreckage in the Fields.

Placids (AKA: Viscerain Eyes) break the hellish norm. Here, the endless gusts quiet to a standstill, while just beyond their edges, the Empyrean firestorm whirls only more viciously. Long slivers of Red Fog permate the twist, slashing unprepared hulls like knife blades. Technologically advanced monarchies, known as the Viscerain Fiefs, have existed for many centuries, their towns protected as though by siege walls.