Was Cradle always a mechanical planet?
Is the Snarbolax its own creature, or did it evolve from a wolver?
Where did the Owlites go?
What was the kingdom that conquered Almire?

There are a lot of unanswered questions about Cradle, and the creatures who live there, but the answers do exist. Somewhere in the Clockworks, there is a reason for each and every happening. The Developers will not provide them, but we can. One person alone can't discover all the secrets of the Clockworks, but if everyone contributes all they know, we can build our own story. We know that Vanaduke was cursed to become a fiery undead, we know the Owlites were wise scholars, who where vanquished by the Spoo-Kats, we know the Roarmulus Twins were created by Warmaster Seerus to destroy Haven. But why stop here? Was Tinkenzar born to lead, or did he work his way up? Where did the Swarm originate from? Was the Core always there, or did the gremlins build it? What are the Devilite's work hours?

Anything you know, anything you can guess, anything that might be true, post it here. Don't just kill things in the Clockworks, observe things in the Clockworks. Pay attention to the Spiral Order, see what they have to say. Look at what is around you. Discuss possibilities with one objective in mind.

The History of Cradle.

~Community Contributions
-by Lordofnecromancers
I Am Vanaduke
Hear Me Roar
-by Artistbma
Information leading to Lordofnecromancer's stories.
Documentation of the Fall of Almire.

~Notes
Once I get enough information, I'll write up a summary of the story so far.

~Artifacts and Echo Stones

Snarbolax Artifact:

A Recording from Euclid, Alpha Squad leader:

As Spiral HQ is not yet fully operational and most systems are offline, these personal recordings will have to suffice as a record of our expedition until HQ can establish an Uplink system with squads in the field.

The clockworks are both fascinating and horrifying. Within a seemingly impossible machine all manners of alien worlds exist within the giant globes that endlessly churn through every floor. What purpose do they serve? And from where did these worlds come from?

Before the crash the Skylark performed a partial scan of Cradle's surface that revealed what appeared to be a landscape composed of enormous parches of disparate terrain. The Clockworks are a manufactured place, perhaps the worlds they contain are harvested from the terrain above. But how?

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Jelly King Artifact:

A Recording from Parma, Alpha Squad scout:

Someone out there has it in for me. While in recon training I was routinely frustrated by the limits of the training simulations- I knew they were not real. I craved the open air, soil beneath my feet and the wind. I wanted the challenge only the wild can offer.

The Skylark crash was horrible, and the resulting situation even worse. But when Captain Ozlo selected me for this squad I was excited- there is no greater wild than what this planet offered. Is that wrong?

But then as we stepped off of that first elevator platform and sunlight warmed our faces it began to sink in: the grinding of gears, the buzzing of enormous lights, the smell of smoke and the steam-filled air... the wild we had stepped into was not real. It was another simulation.

More ironic still is how little of my training actually applies now. This world is crazy, the terrain changes constantly. I think this squad would have been better off with another guardian instead of me. At least then they would be better prepared to fight whatever they didn't see coming.

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Roarmulus Twins Artifact:

A Recording from Rulen, Alpha Squad technician:

We narrowly evaded a gremlin trap today. Ambushed on a platform above a pit of molten slag, we had to hold our own against a horde of the snarling beasts as we dodged incoming rocket fire from above. Fun stuff.

Grantz took the full blast of a rocket twice, reacting only with a stagger as if he had discovered a stone in his boot. Sometimes I think that beneath his iron suit is a body of equally heavy iron. It wouldn't surprise me.

Parma has been hard on herself, saying that she should have scouted the trap. But how can you scout that is ever in flux? How can you be sure that the path ahead is still safe if you can never be sure it's still even there?

This is a world designed to confuse its travellers. It wants to trap and destroy them. I'm starting to think it's like a cat, toying with its prey before delivering the final blow.

I hate cats.

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Lord Vanaduke Artifact:

A recording from Grantz, Alpha Squad guardian:

We have seen so many worlds on this mission, but none such as this. This burning citadel is not some construction of gremlin design. This is a real place, some kind of shell of a former empire. There is great sorrow here, something unlike anything I have felt before.

Legions of shambling dead have attacked us here, relentless in their defense of this place. Their broken, burnt frames crumbling and rising once more, ready for another battle. And just as they refuse to fall, so does the burning ruin around them. It is almost as if this whole realm is trapped in a single moment from some forgotten time, never changing, never allowing itself to finally turn to ash.

You can feel it in the smoldering air—an eternal will holding this place together, never allowing its inhabitants to rest. No creature deserves such a fate, it is beyond my understanding.

I wish to leave this place soon. I only hope that our doing so will provide some peace to the souls that dwell here.

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Rabid Snarbolax Echo Stone:

I dream...

Within my dream, I saw it open the void, felt its endless hunger.

You are safe here, Knight. Within this dream, its many eyes cannot see you nor can its many arms reach you.
But this dream is fleeting. Use what is here to prepare for the battle to come. It knows of you now. It will find a way out and come for you.

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Ice Queen Echo Stone:

I dream...

Within my dream, I see your legion, falling to this world like burning stars.

You fall with purpose, burning ever brighter as you reach for the heart of this world.
Hold dearly this fire in you, for darkness will consume all the night if its stars begin to fade.

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Red Roarmulus Twins Echo Stone:

This world was created to protect me.

Vulnerable in slumber, worlds were drawn to shield me from the darkness.

This world has become my prison.

In his madness, the architect betrayed the pact. Twisting his creation into a game of death, it now devours all who enter its iron embrace.

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Darkfire Vanaduke Echo Stone:

As I dreamed, it consumed.

It devoured the knowledge of time... Memories of the dead... The hearts of kings and the souls of their people... Good and evil... It consumed.

It grew stronger, endlessly mirroring itself within the space of my dream. Endlessly mirroring... Expanding... Infinite.

What it was before, it is no more. Neither beast nor god, it is a creation unlike all.
It is... The Swarm.

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Gauntlet Artifact:

A Recording from Euclid, Alpha Squad leader:

Within the Clockworks we can afford little sleep. Hostiles are around every corner and many of the environments are unsuitable for camp.

But when sleep comes, I find myself dreaming more than I ever have before. In my dreams I see Cradle, slowly turning and drifting throught the stars. I see patches of its varying terrain unfold and stretch across the stars like an enormous quilt. It is an oddly comforting dream, to see a world unravel itself...

But then I wake, and the chaos of the Clockworks engulfs me once more; the groans of its ever-turning cogs and howls of the terrible beasts that call it home echoing everywhere.

I hope to return one day to the surface, to a sun, to a place where peace is more than a fleeting dream.

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Core Artifact:

A Recording from Parma, Alpha Squad Recon:

We are at the end of the line. Pursued by some kind of terrible darkness we are forced into the unknown.

As we neared the Core- I don't know how to describe this really... the shadows came alive and began to attack us. Rulen became enveloped in it and by the time Grantz freed him his body was badly burned. He said it felt like both fire and ice.

And then we could go no further. As I record this, the darkness is nearly upon us, comsuming the world we see, the light.

But then the Core, it began to open, filling the place with such a light, such and intense, blinding light. Euclid has made the call; faced with the darkness, we'll enter the core, enter the light.

This will likely be my final recording.

~Almirian Codex

An excerpt from the accounts of Lord Brandell,
High Chancellor of Almire:

Like so many of its people, Law and Order have
fled Almire. Only Justice remains, but she too has
been twisted by the cursed flames that ravage our
kingdom. Justice is now the burning sceptor of
out once great Lord Vanaduke. Justice is swift,
unflinching, merciless.

My position has afforded me much in my life. I
use to love the view that my tower offers. From
these lofty heights I thought of myself as the first
one to great the spring season, the first to smell
the life in the air as the flowers bloomed.

Now only death and smoke hang in the air, even from
these great heights. And the fires; the unnatural fires
that seem to burn eternal, the fires that turn even the
most pious men into horrible nightmares, I know that
these fires shall soon take me as well.

I will not give my former Lord the gift of my own life. It
is not his to take, to twist. This shall be my final order.
This shall be my Justice.

~Owlite Documents of the Fall of Almire

This world has seen few greater tragedies than the fall of the great kingdom of Almire. Once a vibrant, beautiful realm of lush forests and sweeping plains…

...neighboring kingdoms declared war…

…seeking power needed to turn the tide, Lord Vanaduke of Almire fled to the mountains…

...Returning as something unnatural…

...Endless inferno…

...Almire destroyed…

...They can never leave, they can never escape the flames.