The Kellion aren't a race in the conventional sense. They are echoes, fragments of consciousness tethered to the Chronarium – a collapsing nexus of temporal realities. Each Kellion experienced a significant event, a critical decision, or a moment of profound revelation within a timeline that fractured. These fragments, imbued with the residual energy of that event, coalesced, forming their physical and mental existence. They drift within the Chronarium, drawn towards areas where similar echoes resonate, seeking to understand, to perhaps even *correct* the initial fracture.
Their bodies are vaguely humanoid, constructed from solidified chronal energy. This manifests as shimmering, iridescent scales that shift and change color depending on the surrounding temporal flux. They don't age in the traditional manner; rather, they expand and contract with the ebb and flow of temporal currents. Communication is rarely verbal; instead, they project thoughts and emotions directly into the minds of others, a process known as “Chronal Weaving.”
The Chronarium itself is a horrifying spectacle. It’s not a place of order or stability, but a swirling maelstrom of timelines, each bleeding into the next. Entire civilizations rise and fall within moments, historical paradoxes manifest as tangible distortions, and the laws of physics are… negotiable. The Kellion believe that the Chronarium is dying, its energy slowly dissipating as the fractures widen. They see themselves as custodians, desperately trying to preserve what remains of the timelines, even if it means manipulating events on a cosmic scale.
The structure of the Chronarium is impossible to comprehend. It resembles a vast, multi-dimensional cathedral, constructed from solidified time. The walls are lined with shattered fragments of realities – glimpses of Roman legions fighting alongside futuristic drones, Victorian scientists studying alien biology, and medieval knights battling dinosaurs. The air hums with the weight of countless forgotten histories.
This is the central question that haunts the Kellion. Are they simply salvaging fragments of lost timelines, preserving echoes of what *was*? Or are they attempting to *correct* the original fractures, to undo the mistakes that led to the Chronarium’s collapse? The Weaver’s Council holds differing opinions, and this internal conflict often manifests as temporal instability – localized shifts in reality, sudden appearances of forgotten technologies, and the occasional… disappearance.
Some Kellion, known as the “Purifiers,” believe in a radical intervention, actively attempting to rewrite history. They are ruthless and unpredictable, often creating even greater paradoxes in their efforts. Others, the “Preservers,” advocate for a more cautious approach, focusing on observation and containment. The line between these two factions is blurred, and the consequences of their actions can have devastating effects on the very fabric of reality.
If you encounter a Kellion, be warned. They are not beings to be trifled with. Their understanding of time and reality is far beyond human comprehension. Attempting to control them, to exploit their abilities, will only accelerate the Chronarium’s collapse and potentially trap you within its infinite, agonizing loops. Observe, learn, and above all, *do not interfere*. The fate of countless timelines may depend on it.
The Kellion are a stark reminder that time is not a linear progression, but a delicate web of possibilities. And when that web breaks, the consequences can be… eternal.