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Ren. A gal. 19. British. Gay. Slytherin. D&D stan. I don't do character hate. Maybe I'll start writing mediocre fanfiction again who knows. Always down to be hit with that Gay Shit. Mass Effect and Dragon Age are my life source.  Watch Dogs 2 restored some of my faith in humanity. I'm now finally investing myself in Critical Role, bless. Common things on this blog will be: Mass Effect, Dragon Age, Critical Role, Aesthetics I like, DND, LGBT stuff, more games etc... I tag things; if you ever want something tagged just ask me and it shall be done. ~ Info on myself and the blog, the ships I'll write about and my Tag List can be found in Pages ~
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It’s been 1000 years since the great Reaper War

The war is very much a legend after so much time. Its story is archived but few really study it or remember it; one historian has been searching for the facts about the war, the facts that had been lost through the chaos of the war’s end. They learn of someone called “the Shepard” but they don’t know who that person is.

Societies have changed in a thousand years. The old races exist along with a few new ones, those completely oblivious to the reaper war. The older races remember it vaguely. Monuments to the war wear with time and age, and people forget.

The Citadel has a memorial site, but it’s been a long time since anyone’s visited it, much less read the names on it. It sits in a park where people sit and play and enjoy their days. The historian sees a name, Shepard, on the memorial but there is no information on who this person was in the Citadel’s archives.

Earth has several monuments and memorials depicting the reaper war, but not one references the Shepard. They instead reference the Alliance at large, long after the Alliance disappeared with time. Human libraries are of little help, only referencing a ship known as the “Normandy” that was somehow connected to the Shepard. In the libraries they find coordinates to a distant, cold world with little atmosphere and a single monument; a tribute to a long since destroyed ship, completely buried by the snow, with no one to remember it was ever there at all.

There are few monuments with names that exist anywhere, the historian discovers. On Rannoch there is a long-dead Reaper, massive as it lays dead, with a memorial beside it that doesn’t have a name on it. None of the Quarians know who killed that reaper; their legends state it was a single human. Few people believe that outrageous claim.

On Palaven’s moon of Menae there is a statue of a soldier in full N7 armor and a helmet. There is no name, there never is, but the Turians claim it’s the Shepard who gave them hope in times they were losing it; there are still ruins of destroyed reapers on Menae’s surface that none of the Turians are willing to touch. It’s the first time the historian learns of this “N7″ ranking, not knowing what it meant.

The Asari have no records, but the Salarians do. Again they have no name, but they grant the historian access to select archives of STG from the time of the Reaper War. There are blurry pictures in those files, some of them corrupted, of a human standing beside a Salarian scientist known as Mordin Solus. It’s said that that’s the Shepard, that they knew Mordin well. Not even STG can confirm that claim anymore, much of their archives long since damaged beyond repair.

Finally, the historian journies to Tuchanka. It’s there, upon investigation, that an old Krogan with many scars and a lifetime of stories takes them to see two huge statues. These statues are beautiful, perfectly preserved and maintained by the Krogan, surrounded by green and thriving cities. It’s said that during the war Tuchanka was a wasteland, a huge contrast to how it was 1000 years later. There’s no helmet on the statue; one is of a Salarian, Mordin Solus. The other is of a human, Shepard. It’s so well preserved that facial features can be seen. Below the statues Krogan Archeologists had found the remains of a strange metal tower and pieces of a long-dead reaper. The statues remain silent guardians over Tuchanka’s surface.

The old, scarred up Krogan with too many grandkids to count looks at that statue and smiles; he tells the historian the true story of Shepard. There’s no way to prove it, some of it seems too outrageous to believe, but he is adamant in the story, and the historian begins to think that maybe they had truly lost something that deserved to be reclaimed. Their search was worth it to recover the Shepard from the grips of time.

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