Main locations
Beyond interstellar travel, let's discover together the different environments in which the crew of the Stella Eternis will evolve during Chapter 1 of the Crimson Horizon epic. These varied landscapes, imbued with mystery and beauty, offer unique challenges and plunge our heroes into captivating situations, combining exploration, survival, and extraordinary discoveries. Each scene promises thrilling adventures.
LYTEON-G9 - Stellar discharge
Lyteon G9 is where the epic saga of Crimson Horizon begins. This desert planet, located on the outer reaches of the Outer Rim, serves as a gigantic space junkyard. Far from everything, it is a silent witness to the abandoned technological relics and mysteries buried in its arid dunes.
The few people who survive there have forged a primitive society where the law of the strongest reigns supreme. The huge open-air dumps, piled high with shipwrecks and scrap from across the galaxy, serve as a refuge, a resource, and a battlefield.
Motley gangs, made up of hardened smugglers, mechanics recycling stolen parts, and nameless exiles, fight for control of the areas richest in rare metals or recoverable fuel. Here, trafficking in rusty weapons, synthetic drugs, or filtered drinking water is the only viable economy, and brutality is the currency of daily exchange.
Resourcefulness is the supreme virtue: those who cannot steal, bargain, or kill end up crushed under the tracks of a makeshift bulldozer or abandoned to toxic dust storms. On Lyteon G9, survival is not a right, but a constant, bitter, and merciless struggle.
HORNET XIII - Space station at the end of the world
Hornet XIII, a forgotten and half-abandoned space station, drifts in the frozen abyss of the outer reaches, far from trade routes and imperial patrols that no longer dare to venture there. Once an outpost for resupply, it has become a vast labyrinth of rusted corridors, clandestine docks, and sealed modules where thousands of criminals, deserters, smugglers, and fugitives of all kinds are crammed together.
Sheltered from the powerless central authorities, whose rare attempts at intervention have resulted in humiliating losses, Hornet XIII is the scene of organized chaos where every conceivable form of trafficking thrives unchecked: modified weapons, exotic drugs, stolen cybernetic organs, slaves in transit, pirated data, and even forbidden xenos artifacts change hands in the black markets of the lower levels.
Rival clans, led by cyber-augmented warlords, impose their rule through brute force and precarious alliances. Betrayals are commonplace and public executions are broadcast on pirate screens to maintain order. Here, wealth is measured in dirty credits and immediate power, and anyone who sets foot on Hornet XIII without protection or goods to offer risks disappearing into the air recyclers or being sold to the highest bidder.
It is a place where law no longer exists, where only cunning and brutality allow one to survive another day.
XYLTHAR - Idyllic civilization
On Xylthar, the only planet of an equally unique people, far from the turmoil and interstellar alliances, the Xylthars live in harmony that seems almost impossible amid galactic chaos. Independent, they have pledged allegiance neither to the United Republics of Solathat nor to any other power; their world has only one people, one voice, one aspiration: the common good.
Tall and slender as translucent crystal blades, their long, straight hair captures and diffracts the silvery light of the three moons that watch over their eternally gentle nights. What distinguishes them most are their six elegant arms, always moving slowly and fluidly, as if dancing with the air itself. With these arms, they weave complex symphonies, sculpt light into ephemeral shapes that float in the air, or caress space in a gesture of welcome, instantly disarming any hostility.
A few ancient royal families guide society, but without an army, without coercion, without fear. They rule by example, by art elevated to the rank of governance, by a science that borders on poetry and transforms every discovery into a collective celebration. On Xylthar, peace is not a distant ideal: it is the very fabric of daily life, a serene and luminous enclave where the grace of gestures is enough to resolve conflicts before they even arise. In the brutal immensity of the galaxy, the Xylthars remain the exception, a haven where beauty reigns and harmony needs no weapons to endure.
