Prologue
Somewhere, deep within the reaches of space-time, lays another universe, a universe genuinely different than that of the Human universe. This universe does not have a specific designation. It is unknown and, again hidden deep within the space-time continuum. This universe harbors much more life than that of the known human universe. There is a multitude of planets, solar systems, and galaxies that are absolutely teeming with life. But there is one planet in particular that life seems to have developed much differently. This life is such that, in retrospect, can be sort of relatable to that of human life.
This planet orbits a massive star that is multitudes brighter than that of Earth's sun. The planet's proximity to the incandescent mass causes the days to be nearly unbearable to humans. These conditions have, in turn, caused pseudo-nocturnal evolution amongst its immensely diverse ecosystem. At the highest point in the ecosystem's food chain lays a species of bipedal insect-like humanoids. These creatures call themselves by the simple word "Trolls". Trolls seem externally similar to humans, displaying upright locomotion, five fingered hands with opposable thumbs, two eyes (distinctively different than a human eye), and noticeable difference between the male and female gender. The Trolls also possess very unique attributes. They all possess horns which protrude from their skulls. These horns vary greatly in size and shape and all have the distinct color of what humans would describe as "candy corn". They also possess a unique circulatory medium (blood) that in fact is not always red. Based upon the genetics put into the development until birth, the troll can have blood of a different color.
They have built an intricate society around their genetic variations. Aside from a written and spoken language, they have developed a hierarchical society based upon a caste. This caste goes by the Troll's blood color. They have come to name this caste system "The Hemospectrum". The hemospectrum consists of as follows:
XX0000 (Rust- Red) – Peasantry
XXxx00 (Brown – Orange) – Common
Xxxx00 (gold-pale yellow) – High common
xxXX00 (dark green-olive) - Low Middle class
00XX00 (Lime- Light green) – Middle Class
00XXxx (pale green- greenish blue) – High middle class
00xxxx (Teal – Seafoam Green) – High class
00xxXX (light blue – medium hue blue) – Aristocratic
0000XX (Dark blue) – Nobility
xx00XX (Violet – Purple) – High Nobility
XX00XX (pink) – Minor Royalty
XX00xx (fuchsia) – Royalty
(Value Key)
00 – 00
XX – any non 00 value
xx – any non 00 value XX
`There are some that so liberally follow this caste, that there are constant acts of delinquency and violence based upon both the attacker's and the victim's blood color. This long history of brutal violence withstanding, there are those who act upon their own discretional code of conduct. This is not based upon the hemospectrum mainly because they abhor it. Instead, they focus on the qualities of the individual. One sparsely known troll that did so during the planet's dark times, long deceased, is a troll self-named "The Vigilant". He took up arms against the royal plague that enshrouded all known empire worlds. With this rebellion, he wanted to seek revenge for the wrongful act of murder of his loved one done under the assumption that the color of the criminal's blood provided grounds for the heinous act. That criminal happened to be none other than the supreme ruler herself, only known as "Condescension" among the troll society. She ruled with an iron fist, hammering it down on any and all that she felt like. The Vigilant gathered an immense army and rebelled, but that was only an instrument to his plan. He wanted to confront the corrupt matriarch and bring her down himself…
Unfortunately, he did not succeed. Before his sad existence came to an end, he wrote an extensive log, and then as his death came, he had hidden it within the ashes of the one peaceful dwelling where his love had lived. The Condescension, wounded and ashamed, ordered all known records of this rebellion (which undoubtedly showed her weakness) to be destroyed promptly, and that they were. But there lays the journal of the fallen hero, waiting for the right recipient… and what better hands to fall into than none other than his next of kin… and thus our story begins.