The forgotten brother of the Hellas system, Akrotyri is a war torn wasteland her people lost to the bythos, her history an education is how a great society can implode on itself when good intentions go bad. Occupying an orbit almost totally opposite of Bacchus within the Hellas star system the planet is not within the normal vector of ships moving in and out of the system. Hence few if any people even wander by, let alone visit on purpose.
When the Ancients arrived in the galaxy, with tens of thousands of Apsu in their convoy, the Akrotyri were happy to invite the new people into their system and assist them in settling on two of their sister worlds; Bacchus and Demeter. But the welcome would be short lived, after an initial decade of peaceful and fruitful trade among the three worlds tension began to build; initially the problems were feeble, trade imbalances and tariffs being the only indication of trouble. When the Apsu arrived, they were in great need of Akrotyrian goods, but in short order they were producing their goods, and began exporting them back to Akrotyri and further out into the galaxy. The Akrotyrian king, Tiamot II, was displeased with this development; having had 2 worlds dependant on his bounty he found himself in need of a new beneficiary. On the council of the Ancients he had begun to re-order his already great society; Akrotyri had not known open war for over 4 generations. His great grandfather Tiamot the 1st had brought peace to their world, freedom and liberty abounded. There were social problems; crime, disease and disorder were not unknown, but most Akrotyrians lived good lives. Three generations later Tiamot II with his sons ever at his side, and advisors from the Ancients ever at his ear; set out to make a great people, perfect.
His first order was to clear the country sides and expand the cities; there had been frequent famines and droughts throughout the millennia and each time the rural people had suffered dearly. To prevent this, these people were moved into the cities, the fields would be farmed mechanically using technology provided by the Ancients. Block after block of towering housing buildings were constructed to accommodate the new city dwellers. Small towns and isolated mountain villages were cleared out, their people shipped into the cites, some of which more than tripled in size in mere months. It wasn’t long before tensions arose between the Mounties (a term long used to describe the dwellers of the small mountain towns,) and the more sophisticated urban natives, who considered their new neighbors, low brow at best and downright ignorant at worst. Tiamot II set his eldest son Kiel to manage the disruptions. When the strife grew more intense gentrification set in, as groups of Mounties were moved into specific cities, the locals, many of which had been there for tens of generations were moved to other cities to separate them from the Mounties. When segregation failed to solve the tensions, and mollify the people Kiel and his younger Bother Tiamot III built a new planetary police force to smother the flames of tension.
The new planetary police known as the Namtar, patrolled and maintained order across the five livable continents of the planet but this too failed to solve the problem as the Namtar was staffed with natives of the various cities who came down hardest on new comers creating further stratification. The harder Tiamot II and his sons tried to maintain order the more chaos arose. The tension would continue for over a generation well into the reign of Kiel II who began a campaign of extermination of the Ki, a small minority religious sect (the only remaining adherents to the original religion of Akrotyri) who had remained spread across the planet as they were present in every corner of the planet long before the reordering. On advice from the Ancients, Tiamot IV ordered the Namtar to round up the Ki and banish them from the planet. But many of the Namtar were themselves Ki, or had relations who were adherents to the “Old Way” as it was called. The banishment order had a surprising effect, as many previously agnostic Akrotyrians began to join the Ki, motivated by three generations of chaos and forced relocation many were desperate for something they could take with them no matter where they traveled. And the Old Way became that thing.
His first act was to poison the lakes and streams in the Akkad valley where the Ki were gathering supporters forcing them into the mountains where the fresh water melted from the frozen peaks. The poison was not however confined to the Akkad valley; a potent artificially developed biological sludge called “the Black” (though it was actually deep purple in color) would spread across the planet in less than five years infecting seas, rivers and lakes throughout Akrotyri. The water tainted by the Black would cause a gruesome and painful death to any person or animal that drank it. Many species of fish and other aquatic animals that came into contact with the Black also died in large numbers, while others were mutated into horrible aggressive creatures that would starve over time due to the large fish kills caused by the Black. With the tainted water came droughts and famines, which had not happened since before the arrival of the Ancients. The Black prevented the water from evaporating preventing rain and causing desertification of once lush grasslands and forests.