“Death is a land into which we will all pass in time.”
–ancient Terran proverb
Agusia is a tomb-world that circles a dim red star. A lost human civilization transported their dead to Agusia for millennia, and in doing so turned it into a necropolis world. The vast ruin-deserts and spire-mountains of Agusia remain desolate, eroded, or half-buried by wind-driven dust, empty of all but the remains of a long-distant past. Every part of Agusia’s surface is buried beneath strata of crumbling edifices and seas of dust eroded from the ancient stonework. Every chamber is a sepulcher of great antiquity, every space a mausoleum. The decaying upper tomb-spires and kilometers of compacted ruins beneath contain the material echoes of a trillion souls.
Agusia remains almost untouched by explorers with the sole exception being a small expedition of Disciples of Thule sect of the Adeptus Mechanicus, who has penetrated in to the catacombs beneath the icy deserts of the northern polar zone. So far the Thuleans have investigated only a small fraction of the world, and vast amounts remain hidden and undisturbed. Yet what the Tech-Priests have discovered is both wondrous and puzzling: ornate sloping tomb-fanes, huge dormant prayer-mechanisms of a dozen varieties, mausoleums efficiently filled by stacked biers, impassable walls of black-green metal set with intricate silvered magnetic runes, ornate hololithic displays of abstract art somehow still active after millennia. What wonders or terrors lurk in the unexplored portions of the world remain to be revealed.