The Skorde of Corruption is eternal

The Skorde of Corruption is not a faction, it is a ritual of domination, the death of innocence. Born from the bloodlust of Silkalek, the Angel of Blood. The corruption spreads like a virus through the stars, plunging worlds into chaos, submission, perversion, and slavery. Silkalek does not lead, he enslaves. His armies are forged from conquered species, stripped of identity and repurposed into instruments of desecration. To serve the Skorde is to be hollowed. To resist is to be defiled. As the void expands, the corruption will not stop, it will consume every world and savor every scream.

In the first millennium, the proud and battle-hardened race known as the Elisk declared war against the formidable Gods of Corruption. Their challenge was met by one, Silkalek, the Angel of Blood. He did not respond with diplomacy or honor. He accepted their declaration as an invitation to torment. The Gods of Corruption were infamous for their cruelty. Every pact was poison. Every promise a trap. They fed on suffering, drawing power from the agony of both the living and the dead. Silkalek, in particular, delighted in breaking spirits and unraveling morals, testing whether a species could be bent, corrupted, or consumed. For five centuries, Silkalek studied the Elisk on the battlefield. His initial forces were not soldiers or machines, but spectral horrors, ghosts and shapeless orbs that devoured souls on contact. These entities could not be harmed by conventional weapons, only repelled by magic and incantation. For a hundred years, the Elisk fought against this supernatural plague, unaware that the true war had not yet begun. Silkalek made his move. He corrupted one of the Elisk war chiefs, turning half their army against itself. The betrayal shattered morale. Brother fought brother. The war dragged on for four hundred more years, and Silkalek watched with satisfaction as the Elisk tore themselves apart. When their homeworld stood on the brink of annihilation, Lord Bawlzas, leader of the Elisk, surrendered. Silkalek offered them a twisted salvation: eternal purpose through conquest. In exchange, they would lose everything, name, culture, identity. They would become his primary assault force, allowing the Spectraliss to return to their role as guardians of the Corrupted Void. The Elisk accepted. Not out of loyalty, but out of desperation. Their defeat was more than military, it was existential. Rebranded as the Elish, they became instruments of terror, enslaved to Silkalek’s will, spreading corruption across galaxies in his name. What began as a war for honor ended in servitude,
and the Elish have never known freedom since.

In the year 1032, the Skorde of Corruption turned its gaze toward a savage and untamed species, the Des Orc. Known for their insatiable thirst for battle and mastery of crafting, they thrived in extreme heat, leaving every conquered world scorched and lifeless. No species had matched their brutality since the beginning of the galactic conquest. Silkalek saw potential in their rage. Lord Bawlzas, commander of the Elish, dispatched an elite infiltration unit, Soul Keepers and Assassins trained in psychological warfare and spiritual corruption. Their mission: to fracture the minds of the Des Orc warlords and reveal the seductive power of the Skorde. Within weeks, the three leaders, Goultar, Gwarla, and Grosko, abandoned their resistance. They did not surrender in battle. They surrendered in belief. Twisted by promises of eternal war and unholy purpose, they pledged themselves to Silkalek’s will. The Des Orc did not join the Skorde, they were consumed by it.

In 1998, deep within a contested solar system of the Milky Way, the Skorde of Corruption met fierce resistance from a species unlike any they had faced before, the Zagnid. Masters of aerial warfare and precision engineering, the Zagnid ruled the skies with unmatched speed and tactical brilliance. Their technology had the potential to reshape the Skorde’s war machine, but they refused to kneel. For a century, the Zagnid fought back, losing ground but never surrendering. Solar systems fell. Colonies burned. And when their homeworld was finally uncovered, the cost of defiance became unbearable. Zagnara, matriarch of the Zagnid army, made the only choice left: submission. To prevent the total extermination of her people, she pledged her species to Silkalek’s will. The Zagnid were not recruited, they were broken. Their empire was erased, their legacy devoured, and bound to serve alongside the Elish and Des Orc. Their fleets now fly not for conquest, but for corruption.

In the year 2420, the Skorde of Corruption faced resistance on a seemingly insignificant planet harboring a small Human colony. But this colony had built something dangerous, a sanctuary of light, slowly expanding and shielding the planet from orbital strikes. The Skorde responded with brute force, unleashing wave after wave of corrupted soldiers to crush every region until the sanctuary was found and desecrated. But Silkalek was not satisfied. The conquest had taken weeks. Too slow. Too inefficient. He suspected more Human colonies were hidden across the stars, and he refused to waste time on fragile resistance. So he created something new something grotesque. From the rotting corpses of fallen Humans, Silkalek forged a fourth race: the Screamiack. Designed to serve, build, and kill without hesitation, they were born without mercy and without memory. The first of their kind was resurrected from the body of General Adam Meres, a once-proud Human commander. Silkalek renamed him Kalomi, declaring him his son and the species leader of the Screamiack. Under Kalomi’s command, the planet fell in less than a week. Every Human colony was wiped out. No survivors. No sanctuaries. Only silence. The Screamiack are not soldiers. They are abominations, crafted by a god to erase the living. And among the ranks of the Skorde of Corruption, they are the most gruesome, the most obedient, and the most feared.