Arcane Dominion of Umulan, Planetary Ring Umulan, Palatial segment.
Time of meeting: (REDACTED)
Goal of meeting: (REDACTED)
Voice of The Council: (REDACTED)
Voice of Governor-General: (REDACTED)
Results of meeting: (REDACTED)

...It is a known fact that despite the passing of last 18 centuries, the Arcane Dominion of Umulan remained a heavily isolated state, especially regarding the many technological achievements of Leimar-Umulians which lead the largely nomadic civilisation of scavengers and roiders onto the path of becoming a powerhouse which is the Dominion. Such a sudden rise of a space empire was not unnoticed in the past, but it was in this century when people truly began to ask one question: who are the Umulians, and how did they achieve this quick and great ascension?

Many have tried to find this answer before, from priests and scientists to adventurers and pirates of the greater space. Many have succeeded, and have payed their lives for that... For it is no secret, but a gift, from heavens...

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Part №1.1. Horos. (Translated from Leimarian.)
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Year 28.403LEF (32.858LK) (1800AA), Erata(16/21), 12(/18)
The day of the meeting was very special, for the council has called all of 12 Talen, as well as Horos of Umulan, and was held in full for the third time since Ascension. 1800 years have passed, and many more will, but the meeting of such scale was one of it's kind. Mutlen, Horos of Umulan, was among the participants of the meeting, as well as the one of the few to witness the truth of its goal.

"Umulan... the wonder of the past, and our home..." Mutlen has spoken the first words of the day while exiting the great spire, outside of bureaucratic machine which was the palace, while looking at the horizon. The ring could be seen ascending the skies, reaching the zenith, only to fall back on the other side, behind the walls of the great palace of Umulan, the spire, which reaches the height of 50 kilometers. "Planetary Ringworld, Marvel of Precursors, even if the ruined one, and the only mark of their past existence; there is still much work to be done... Truly one of it's kind." Mutlen has spoken again. But it was no time to stargaze, for Horos was busy with the matter of highest priority, the meeting of The Council.

The path which Mutlen would take was simple, straight down the road to the gates. And so the Horos began to walk towards the gates, looking at them at the distance, as well as local flora. The various trees of Old Pacifica, natural and genetically modified, with great crowns of leaves, creating numerous shadows, safe havens from light. The exotic Oa'Ur from Ihim, living spires of metallic wood, which inspired the architects and designs of the palaces throughout the Dominion. The singing purple grass of Uelehena from Alhor, bending under the gentle winds of artificial atmosphere. The Imi'imi bushes from Karan, the unfortunate last survivors of planets conquest. Every part of flora here was truly exceptional in it's design. It would take 25 more minutes for Mutlen to leave the inner gardens of palace, and even some more before reaching the gates. The space between inner and outer gardens is separated by ceramic tiles, reaching out 500 meters to the gardens and the 100 meters tall ornate wall of great beauty and grey tint, and finally the gates of blood red, of semicircle shape, 80 meters tall and 160 meters wide, depicting in ornate gold the history of Leimarians, from Exodus of Leimar and his people to unifications of clans and foundation of Leimarite Empire, to second and third Exodus and finally, The Ascension and creation of The Council. As Horos came near the gates they began to open inward, and as soon as they opened fully, Mutlen began walking again, leaving the inner gardens. It didn't take long for him to go past the gate and enter the outer gardens. But before he could go further he turned right, toward the spacecrafts which were waiting for him. The gunship and 2 squadron of 10 interceptors each have landed near the wall. Large group of combat synths has gathered near the entrance to the gunship. The pilots, soldiers and officers, all Povi, have been waiting for Mutlen, awaiting new orders. "Where are we going?" asked respectably the Senior officer. "To the site 0" answered Mutlen.