*THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN ENTERED INTO THE IMPERIAL ARCHIVES BY SAINT BUREAUCRAT AESCHYLA UNDER ID: 59de7b85-d2b6-4b9a-a5c5-5a0912ac17ab. THIS DOCUMENT IS THE FIRST ENTRY IN THE LOST COUNCIL ARCHIVE.* For nearly eight million years, the galaxy has wondered at the fate of the Lost Council. Once upon a time, the good and great of [[The Sectors#Sundered Harmony (6)|Sundered Harmony]] gathered to resolve two points of concern. First, the resolution or continuation of the [[Omniphagian Conflict]]. Second, the rule of [[House Orman]]. Uniquely in the history of our galaxy, however, the Council's resolution was the least interesting fact about it. As the Council debated and bargained, the [[Hum of the Beast|Great Beast]] approached in all its endless hunger. In accordance with Bureaucratic policy, the space station on which the Council was convened immediately accelerated to near-light-speed and left the normal time stream. Again, uniquely in the history of the galaxy, the Leviathan's Corpse showed signs of intent. Instead of continuing its aimless wandering, the beast *pursued*. The Council accelerated further, to the extreme edge of its ability, and has since been lost to relativistic time. Though its first few rulings were successfully transmitted, and much information survives about the council session, no one knows its ultimate fate. Fortunately, as mentioned, we do know at least *some* of what the attendees of the Lost Council did. Though not a ruling of the Council itself, the first and most obvious point to mention is the change wrought upon [[The Violet Fleet|Violet Fleet]]. A fortuitous deal with [[Speculator Mahlah]], one of the galaxy's wealthiest and most powerful financiers, supplied the Fleet with a steady supply of lunar-class personal battle units ("Mech Suits"). The results, of course, have been nothing less than disastrous to the galaxy at large. Violet Fleet, once a roving band of raiders, is now a scourge feared across four sectors. Where once their entire might was concentrated at a single point, now the Fleet can deploy a handful of soldiers across thousands of targets, using the lessons learned from the great [[Admiral Bomilcar]]. It's difficult to count the number of lives lost as a result of [[Diplomat Ziz|Diplomat Ziz's]] clever diplomacy, but it's almost certainly in the billions. The second point of historic significance is the [[Discordant Song]], the single greatest (and bloodiest) schism in the history of the Voidfaith. The [[Holy Reflection]], having long prepared their faith to recognize only them and their authority, disappeared at the same moment as [[Singer Tarsus]], who was widely regarded as their most likely replacement. Each transmitted a great many messages, both intentional and unwitting, before their disappearances, and the discordance between their followers has seen the faith reduced to a shadow of its former self. Though still the greatest faith in the galaxy, it is no longer regarded as a unified entity, and no Governor has been recognized over [[Voidhall Genesis]]. Messages weren't the only things to leave [[Bureaucrat Micelle|Bureaucrat Micelle's]] starship, however. The Council did, in fact reach several rulings. First among these was the Birth of the Corpse Plague. The absurd resources of [[Patron Duobi]], combined with the genius of [[Attaché Cerul]] and the mushroom fixation of the Bureaucrat herself, resulted in the creation of the spore cloud now dominating [[The Sectors#Sundered Harmony (6)|Sundered Harmony]] in a multi-millennial battle with the [[Voidstalker Corps]]. As a desperate last hope against the rough beast, the great minds of the Lost Council did something believed impossible after [[I Killed the Plaguesmith|the Death of the Plaguesmith]]. They birthed a new Sapient Plague. Wrought from fungal matter and brought up under the eye of the [[Hivemother]], this cloud was the strangest of a strange family. Its first act was to rise up in hopeless, doomed defense of the Lost Council. For the first time in millions of years, someone met the Leviathan's Corpse in open combat and, for the first time in millions of years, the corpse unleashed new horror. The Corpse Plague, as it is now known, is the single greatest existential threat the Empire has known since the Forgeglow Revolution. Fortunately, the Council didn't only create new enemies. The Plague War, now remembered as little more than a skirmish, was ended by word of the assembled powers, and it's quite fortunate that it was. Every child of the Empire knows how vital the Acolytes of Ash and the Crimson Breath have been in the fight against the Corpse Plague. Unfortunately, that wasn't the last thing the Council decided. High Seat Orman, once [[High Seat Ormais]], was elected to rule of the House, then promptly disappeared along with the rest of the Lost Council. Given the ironclad nature of a Council's ruling, the House was plunged into leaderless disarray, spreading across the galaxy like a plague all its own. Now, so far removed from [[The Sundering of Harmony|the Sundering of Harmony]] and after so many eons of internal strife, House Orman is little more than a memory, its people long since conquered and only the grimmest and most vicious of its warlords left in power. Legends abound that, when the Lost Council returns, the fallen Great House will see a new dawn, and the threat it poses to innocent life across the galaxy will finally be curtailed. It's possible that we will one day learn more of the Lost Council. Many of the Bureaucracy's most sophisticated oracles have suggested that it might return one day soon, though as is always the case with oracles, they can't agree on exactly when. Regardless, it's generally accepted among the galaxy's finest legal minds that, as the Council was never officially concluded, it will retain its vested authority. Whenever and wherever the Lost Council becomes found, they will remain a Myriadic Council, with all of the power that entails.