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At The Edge of the World

At The Edge of the World

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On Ista in the world of Indri'Enis, the medieval indigenous Teela have discovered a means of reaching the great expanse of the stars in Star-Ship made of Erythoril.

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Introduction

A ship that sails the heavens. This is what we are meant to believe - this is what has been shown to us. Erythoril shines like a pale, straw-coloured mirror across the expansive bow of what they tell us is a ship. It has no sails, no lines. It is drawn neither by the wind, nor the horse, but powers instead - they tell us - from the same material that graces its smooth curves. It is said it will sail through the wide expanse of the stars and to planets close in image to our own, yet it was not long ago that those bright pinpricks were mere ancestors, watching serenly over us as we worked our way through the years. Some say it will not work - that we will be cast from the heavens and fall back into the present where we belong. Other say it will be a great leap into the future and we will finally find our true place in this 'Universe'. Whatever you believe, I believe there is one thing that is certain. We are at the edge of the world. The question is: will you stumble...

Or will you jump?


This roleplay is a fantasy/sci-fi roleplay with the premise of exploration. Over the last 50 years, Ista's militant and weapons guild have been developing a ship like no other: a ship that will sail the heavens. Made and powered from the world's most precious ore - Erythoril - many have been skeptical but more recently, most have been intrigued. Now has come the time to send out an expedition far into the sky and in this venture, all three guilds have become involved in inviting and training individuals for the flight.

In terms of characters, each must have a purpose to the voyage. As an example, mine has been employed from the militant guild to protect these few VIPs throughout the voyage and the exploration of any planets they'll find. Your characters can be anything from cartographers and geologists to historians and alchemists to weapon-smiths and hunters. However, if you wished simply to become a rich Lord/Lady with influence enough to secure a trip into space, then that's fine with me. If you wanted to become a stow-away... ask, maybe, and I'll see (I don't want too many tag-alongs otherwise there'll be no realism in security aspect). The decision is up to you.

As far as the storyline goes: we'll start off on Ista, approximately 2-4 weeks before the launch date, to allow characters to meet, greet and develop. Then there'll be a period 'in-flight', followed by a rather large section exploring a new planet (maybe even more than one) and/or the two orbiting moons. When I eventually add in other planets (which I hope to do at some point), I will add descriptions of them to the 'Places' tab for reference.

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FAQ

Q: How does the β€˜places’ tab work in this RP? Where do I post and when?

A: As you will see in the 'places' part of the roleplay, I have added more than 1 entry. The main part of the RP so far has been situated on the planet Indri’Enis and therefore all our IC posts have been in there. As Isiah is not habitable to the Teela, we will not be exploring it during our mission (for obvious reasons when you read the description). It's for this reason that I have put it next on the list of places. However, there may be a chance of a few things from Isiah exploring our little star-ship, so I felt it justified having it named as a place.

There is also a place entry for the star-ship. There will be things happening in normal everyday life on the
Leviathon which I think we'll miss out on if we don't post while our characters are on board the ship, especially since realism dictates that it may take a while to get to the new moons/planets. So this is how it's going to work. I will post the first entry on the ship, describing a) the areas that our characters are likely to be in (bearing in mind that the ship is the size of a large village) and b) what the current happenings are that relate to our characters. Basically I am going to be flexing my GM muscles. Then we will post as normal throughout that little story-arc until I think it's time to move on (either to a new story-arc or to a new planet) and we will sum up the posting before I flex my GM muscles again. When we go to a new planet, we will do things in the same fashion, but on the relevant 'place' tab, e.g. if something happens when we're passing Isiah, then the RP for that story-arc will take place on the Isiah tab.

Q: Are there common deities or beliefs and if so, what are they?

A: Kestrel and Hedya have provided the best descriptions of the deities/beliefs present in their character biographies. There are two opposing but in many ways complementary beliefs: Ciel and Gaia. Ciel is related to Gaia (although she has a different name, but for simplicity's sake) but has evolved differently. It is believed that all life is a child of 'Gaia' and 'Ciel'. Gaia being the mother that nurtures you and 'Ciel' being the father that watches over you. Ritually one lays both hands on the heart and follows his veins through the legs towards the earth, when in a thankful prayer to Gaia. And vice versa (from earth to heart) when requesting something. The same applies for Ciel but it will flow from the heart through the arms to the sky. Prayers regarding health, life and death are aimed towards Gaia, whereas prayers for guidance and wisdom are directed towards Ciel. One can make a quick subtle prayer by following a mere inch of his veins in either direction.

Q: On Ista, how would people perceive the daughter of a noble family who was at the militant guild? Would it be considered scandalous or is it nothing strange?

A: I don't think noble families would be adverse to it, simply because protecting your county is considered a noble cause. I think joining the Weapons Guild would be more scandalous as no matter how well-paid you are, you're still a smith at the end of the day. A nobleman could become a jeweller through the Weapons Guild, which is a bit more 'high society' but they would have to go through a lot of disdain from other nobles to get there as they train in the smithy first.

However, there may be some lingering doubt about a noble woman joining the Militant Guild, as we're in an era where some still see women as the weaker sex - a bit like recent British history (90s maybe) where women could join the army but it was still seen as a little odd, and more so for women of high society. Women are allowed by law to pursue whatever career they have the skills for, but most women still prefer to stick to being housewives/academics, because there are a greater number of people who are poor and can't afford to travel to the Guild or live away from home for long. In the larger towns and cities (and islands), you tend to see more young noblewomen joining the Militant Guild, as there are a lot more of them than in the smaller towns.

If, for example, a female character’s family came from a country estate or small town, her family and their neighbours would see it as a little odd and inappropriate to be joining the army, however her new friends and colleagues in the Guild - as well as the general populace - would see it as quite normal. She might get a bit of teasing from some of the lower class members of the Guild, but then the lower class members also get a lot of teasing from the upper class, so you're not really going to be worse off either way.


Q: Could you give me more information on the setting? I'm still a little confused about the technology standards. Your posts make the story set out to be in some quasi-medieval period, yet the ship is built to "withstand missiles". Even if the Chinese invented rockets circa 100 AD, they would not have the means to perform all-out artillery strikes, or ground-to-air warfare, by the 1300s. Could you please expand on that? Are guns coming in as the hot new thing? Do we use anything more sophisticated than bronze?

A: We're looking at a medieval era essentially, with a few new technological advances. Most of the ship's inhabitants don't know or understand the mechanisms behind the ship's power or defences; most of that information is limited to the Bridge and the alchemists/ritualists. Think of it as the initial introduction of gunpowder, i.e. it's been discovered and the important people know about it, but majority of the nobility and common folk don't know how it works and can (and do) treat it with suspicion and disdain.

Erythoril basically is the one substance on this planet that has allowed this technological advance. It's very versatile and alchemists are finding more and more uses for it as we go on (and relatively quickly too). I'm trying the think of an example on Earth but the only similar substance I can think of is carbon, e.g. carbon can make diamonds and can be used as coal, etc. In terms of the chemical substance between the
Leviathon's two hulls, think of it more like a very potent acid with a few more 'magical' properties, like an absorber of energy. When I mean 'missles', I'm talking of the kind of aerial missles the Teela would be used to, e.g. arrows, harpoons, ritual magic and chemical missles (like Molotov cocktail styled oil bombs), not the electronic missles/bombs that we are used to. This is simply because these weapons are too far beyond the current technology for the Teela to even conceive of it. And yes, I can forsee this as becoming a bit of a problem for them in possible future encounters.

Nor are the Teela advanced enough to have electricity; this is where I'm leaning more towards the fantasy aspect by using the concept of alchemy and magic to compensate for that lack, e.g. gas lanterns. When I say 'Star-Ship', I truly mean for it to be more towards a super-massive space-galleon than a Star Trek style spaceship. I'm imagining some form of tube-like system of paperwork, plus normal runners/couriers to communicate across the vessel. (Again, could be problematic, but hey, it is their first big trip after all!)


Q: You say that the Leviathon's Commons area is large enough to hold 3/4 of the ship population. The weapon storage is DOUBLE that. Are we compensating for something that I should know about?

A: Now the bane of my life: the drawing. I am still not happy with how its drawn but it took me so long, I don't have the heart (or the skill) to re-do it so it's perfect. So I will try and explain the bits where my pencil failed to match my imagination. As a short note, I've now remembered that I didn't illustrate the fact that there are more 'jets' across the body of the ship to control steering (they're not as big but the power is enough to allow the ship to manouver). So yeah: they're there, you just can't see them. What I wanted the picture to show was the ship split in half, with a few sections of the outside hull showing, i.e. the bridge and propulsion decks and the weapons deck. So everything in a colour other than the straw colour has been cut in half (lengthways). So the common room is twice as wide as it is in the pic. As to the size difference between the weapons and common areas: that's simply me being crap, lol. I imagine the weapons deck to be just that: a whole deck with the harpoon/cannon-style weapons positioned to fire out of the ship's sides. Similarly, there is a small amount of weaponry at the bottom end of the bridge deck to defend the front. This is not intended to be bigger than the common area. Therefore, it is easier to imagine the common area as a two-level space, like a city hall with a big tavern-style mezzanine around it, whereas the weapons deck is a single-story narrow corridor that is big simply because it needs to fit these massive harpoon-canons (I'm imagining these at least 10-20ft in length).

Q: How does time work on the ship when they can't use the sun?

A: When the Ritualists first boarded the ship, they brought a large hourglass with them that was turned every hour when the sand ran out (with priest-like dedication). This is now maintained on the Academial Deck and is used to determine sunrise and sunset, or 'Lights-Up' (LU) and 'Lights-Down' (LD) as it is known. At 6am and 6pm, the Ritualists raise and dim the lights respectively across the whole of the ship. Everything on the ship runs to this timeframe, including the Commons, Market Precinct and the Baths. In addition, the Commons has 'Lights-Out' (LO) at 2am when all patrons must leave for their cabins. (In contrast, the lights don't actually go out but stay as dim as the rest. LO is simply another term for closing time!)

Any other questions - please ask! :)

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This roleplay is an advanced roleplay so please don't join if you aren't willing or able to produce a few paragraphs at a time in each post. I'm happy to make exceptions for the occasional short post due to real life time constraints but as I've brought this roleplay here from an advanced roleplaying site, I'd like to keep long posts a regularity.

I also like people to post in legible English. Of course, the odd typo or grammatical error I can and do allow, but please, if you're uncertain, use MS Word or an online spell-checker to make sure that your post is at least a smooth read.

There will be violence in my roleplay as I like to keep things realistic but insults stay between characters, though if I feel a character is bordering on offensive without due reason, then I will have words with the roleplayer. If your character's antagonistic and spiteful all the time, then they simply wouldn't have been chosen for this mission. Common sense is as good as skill in this occupation. Similarly, I allow swearing but not in extremes. The occasional contextual expletive is fine but having every other word as a curse is just silly. And I must remind you that this is a PG rated site so keep explicit references to a minimum.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE READ THE OOC TOPIC! I have made it lengthy for a reason - that is, to create a realistic and consistent fantasy world - so please make sure you read all the way through before even considering posting a character for my approval. I understand mistakes can be made (especially with the extensive character sheet I've made up) so I will always PM you or send a message via the OOC topic to ask you to correct obvious inconsistancies with the roleplay context. Push my luck and ignore the OOC (for it will be obvious in your CS if you do) and your character will just be rejected. I'm honestly quite a friendly person and delight in telling people about my world, so if you're not sure on something, please ask!

Character Sheets: Please try and use the following character sheet wherever possible in the 'tab' system...
Name:

Description:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Race:
Eye Colour:
Hair:
β€’ Colour:
β€’ Length:
β€’ Style:
β€’ Worn:
Skin colour:
Shape of Face:
Teela Markings:
Other distinguishing features:
How does he/she dress?
Health:
Disabilities:

Equipment

Personality:
Mannerisms:
Relationship skills:
Habits:
Hobbies:
Favorite Sayings:
Speech patterns:
Style (Elegant, shabby etc.):
Educational Background:

Intelligence Level:
Any Mental Illnesses?
Character's short-term goals in life:
Character's long-term goals in life:
How does Character see himself/herself?
How does Character believe he/she is perceived by others?
How self-confident is the character?
Does the character seem ruled by emotion or logic or some combination thereof?
What would most embarrass this character?

Strengths/Weaknesses:
Introvert or Extrovert?
How does the character deal with anger?
With sadness?
With conflict?
With change?
With loss?
What does the character want out of life?
What would the character like to change in his/her life?
What motivates this character?
What frightens this character?
What makes this character happy?
Is the character judgmental of others?
Is the character generous or stingy?
Is the character generally polite or rude?

What are the character's spiritual beliefs?
Is religion or spirituality a part of this character's life?
If so, what role does it play?

History:
Socioeconomic Level (child):
Socioeconomic Level (adult):
Occupation:
Income:
Talents/Skills:
Birth order:
Parents:
Siblings:
Spouse:
Children:
Significant Others (describe relationship):
Biography [to present]:

PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU INCLUDE TEELA MARKINGS ON YOUR CHARACTER DESCRIPTION!! You will find more information about these in the Indri'Enis section of the 'Places' tab.

I may throw in a few storylines every now and again, which I may or may not detail to the roleplayers depending on what I think would produce better results as a plot, but I also allow a large amount of improvisation as long as it doesn't send the roleplay off on a conpletely random track!

These things can become great novella/novels (check out http://www.roleplaygateway.com/the-war-light-and-dark-t5192.html if you don't believe me!) so, above all, I hope you enjoy roleplaying here!

Browse All » 3 Settings to roleplay in

Indri'Enis

Indri'Enis by ShadowWake

Home to the Teela. The Year of the Roc - 1675.

Isiah

Isiah by RolePlayGateway

The smallest satellite of the planet Indri-Enis

Star-Ship Leviathon

Star-Ship Leviathon by RolePlayGateway

An Erythoril-based ship to sail the heavens.

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Day set: Pre-launch
Time set: PM
Location set: The Commons


((Jean))

Concentrate, remember and breathe; it had been a while since Jean-Baptiste had last danced. His father's – now brother's - manor; it felt like a previous life in a different body. Truth to have been told, though, Jean never did enjoy this, in spite of its close relation to music.

Stella was remarkably lite-footed for a common soldier. She asked if her name rang a bell. Naturally, she was a spy - her dancing and way of questioning could be explained, but there was something off about why she would ask here and now. β€œI'm afraid not, lady Oceane.” Jean replied, showing a concerned expression. He wanted to ask if it was of importance, but the memory of her role as a spy suddenly had Jean alert and careful. She had gathered precious information from MichΓ‘ele, not an unimpressive feat unless the nobleman had the intention to leak, but she also seemed to have figured out very well which parts to give prize...

It was an odd sight in the commons, to see two persons treat it as a dancefloor. Jean gestured towards the musicians and shortly after the eyes that had been on Stella and him had been diverted elsewhere. These sounds reminded but very little of the noble parties, but they sufficed.

However, Stella and Jean did not get much time to think or dance, as Jean his daughter's voice demanded his attention. β€œJean. Jean!”

Chanson stood in front of them, she tapped her foot and looked up at Jean from under her brow, somehow not noticing all the eyes that were set on her. β€œJean, there are bugs in our room.” She said, her voice raised. β€œI cannot sleep. You must-”

β€œVery well.” Jean sighed, as he let go of Stella and knelled before Chanson. β€œCome, show me the spider. Don't make a scene in front of everyone.”

Chanson looked around and suddenly turned red. Her upfront demeanor from seconds ago slipped away. Jean shook his head.

β€œI apologise, lady Oceane.” Jean said as he got up, β€œYou must believe me, this is the best course of action. You would be fortunate not to discover the reason why.” He smiled. β€œPerhaps you should sleep as well, there is much to be done, tomorrow. I bid you goodnight.”

As Chanson pulled his hand, much like he had pulled hers this afternoon (not that it had the same effect,) Jean felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. This sudden question had him riddled, could he trust Stella Oceane? A mysterious spy, with mysterious methods. Could she trust him? After all, he was a nobleman; well equipped to lie and he had used her to gather secrets... In order to keep secret. Many doubts echoed through Jean's head, of which one was whether would be able to sleep, tonight...

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Day set: Pre-launch
Time set: PM
Location set: The Commons


((Stella))

For the first time in many moons, Stella was able to dance. It was definitely her favourite way to pass her time, but she had to admit that doing it every now and then was certainly welcome. She was amused about the fact she was not recognised by Jean. It made sense, after all. Why should he know who she was anyway? The name she was using was not her real name, so that was to be expected. After a while of dancing, she wondered if she should have tried to be a bit clumsier. A soldier, even if it was a spy, would usually not be used to dancing, so it could be suspicious, if she seemed too comfortable with it.

"Don't worry about it, really." Stella spoke as she saw Jean making a concerned face. She then realised they were being watched. After all, dancing in such a place was strange, no matter how, and people were curious, perhaps even wary of those two people who were treating the commons as a dancefloor. Fortunately, soon, Jean had solved the whole issue with a single gesture towards the musicians. It was definitely the move of a master. He knew what he had to do at all times, or so it seemed, at least.

Soon after that, however, the voice of a little girl sounded near them. Stella turned around, and saw Chanson, Jean-Baptiste's girl, tapping her foot and looking up at her 'father'. Such a girl, talking straightforward at the man who was dancing with a lady; Chanson was the focus of everyone's eyes, now, yet she failed to realise it. The girl explained what the problem was, clearly complaining about there being bugs in her room, which caused a problem when trying to sleep. Stella laughed softly, and genuinely. Chanson was so honest to herself and to the world in general. That was a trait she valued so much. The girl had a good heart; she could see that much.

Even more amused was Stella when Chanson turned red after realising she was the focus of everyone's eyes right then. Soon, Jean was apologising to her. Stella smiled kindly. "Oh, do not apologise at all! A lady should never have to deal with bugs... isn't that right, Chanson?" The spy smiled at the girl, trying to seem as honestly gentle as possible. She was, however, a bit confused by the choice of words of Jean. What did he mean by 'the best course of action'? And why would she be fortunate not to discover the reason why? But he was right in that one thing. She should go to sleep, as tomorrow would be quite a long day... "I bid you two goodnight, as well... make sure Chanson is comfortable, okay?"

Stella watched the two walk away, and after a couple of minutes, she did the same thing, and walked to her own cabin, where she would sleep. For a moment, she began thinking whether there was anyone on this ship that she could trust with her life, and while she thought that Jean and Sol were people she had met only recently, Stella had the feeling they were people to be trusted. The question was whether they would feel the same towards her... After all, she was hiding quite an important part of herself, so they would do well in being careful with her. Even if she didn't mean any harm to them.

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((Ymber))

After searching for a while, and seeing that no one from Recon One was there anymore, and seeing it was quite late already, Ymber decided to call it a day (should it be a night?) and go back to his own room. On his way back to the cabin, he thought of the long day that lay ahead of him. He would have to rest properly if he was to give a good impression.

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((Sol))

Sol simply stood next to big cook, thumbs tucked into her belt in satisfaction. There would be no way she could hover so curiously in a kitchen at such busy times without her new found friend there and she was damned if she would give up the opportunity so quickly. She liked kitchens. Her paternal grandfather had been one of the few people who not only suffered her mood swings but didn’t try constantly to understand them. But then, as a cook in the Citadel, he didn’t exactly have a calm persona himself most of the time.

The big chef already seemed to be slotting himself in, enquiring with one of the many bustling cooks as to the day’s dinner. The young man who passed – who sported such an impressive moustache that Sol had to laugh – paused to give his response: some form of fowl for the nobility and pig, it seemed, for the masses. Moustache smiled as Big-Chef gave his response and, swiping a small savoury tart from the younger’s tray as he left, Sol grinned too.

β€œHey, Chef,” she said happily, nudging the man’s girth with her elbow, β€œFancy a drink later? You can tell me all about dinner. And breakfast – and brunch.” Munching on her pilfered dainty, she waved the remains at him with another grin. β€œAnd you know, if you need another taster for the toffs, I doubt I’ll be doing much outside the missions...”

Her gaze narrowed as it picked out Moustache, murmuring something in a woman’s ear. Squinting her sharp features, the grey-haired kitchen mistress nodded once, sparing a brief glance and twitch of the lips for Big Chef before glaring at Sol once more.

β€œHuh,” the sky-fighter muttered with a wry smirk, finishing her last bite, β€œI guess I’ve outstayed my welcome.” Saving one last nudge for the man, Sol grinned again and winked. β€œSee you later then, Big Chef.”

Sparing a wave, she made a hasty exit, dipping her finger curiously into a pot to taste the gravy-looking liquid on her way out the door. Sighing in contentment, Sol finally located her quarters and settled down, feet up on the cot. Tomorrow was going to be another day; she might as well enjoy it.

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Day set: Launch
Time set: PM
Location set: S.S.Leviathon


As the sun finally began to sink below the horizon – the last vestiges of summer sunlight chased away – orange fire gleamed across the hull of the Leviathon as the Ritualists finished sealing the windows with a glitter of alchemial magic. Inside the ship, the very walls seemed to shudder with the force of power building; those situated closer to the rear would, if they placed their ears against the cool metal, be able to hear a faint rumble emanating throughout the vessel.

In the organised chaos of the propulsion deck, Alchemists wrapped in Erythoril suits like golden knights carefully fed more acid into their respective chambers, flinching away from the flare of power that sought to escape through the funnel – each remembering that any mistake could be fatal. Sealing the jets with seconds to spare, the accompanying Ritualists took up their watches: standing guard over the volatile energy with a featureless calm that somehow managed to only make the tension more palpable.

Criers scuttled across the decks, their duty of warning the passengers made superfluous, seeking the safety of the nearest chamber as the floor beneath them began to shake. In the Academy, circled mages began chanting steadily, the ritual symbols before them glowing softly with a cool blue light that seemed to sooth the tremors almost completely for a moment. Within seconds however, it was clear that the force was building swiftly, and sweat began to bead upon the wrinkled brows of the Ritualists as they struggled to maintain the balance of the craft beneath them at a gentle shudder.

Outside, the most sensible fled for the protection of the buildings, leaving the few brave or younger citizens to clap their hands over their ears as a colossal roar ripped through the cooling air. Birds that had just settled to roost – or those still skimming over the lake for grubs – fled squalling in a flurry of feathers and droppings, and behind the Leviathon, waves the size of adult Morgar lapped across the still water propelled by a shimmering wall of otherwise invisible heat. The world seemed to hold its breath for an instant and then, with a crack like the earth itself was splitting, the great Star-Ship exploded fire from jets below and behind, launching itself into the sky with a gathering momentum that seemed terrifying.

Aboard the Leviathon, windows pulsed with a flare of energy, the heat igniting a chemical in the ritual glass that made it shimmer like liquid, instantly adding an additional cooling layer to the craft. Breaking away from their chant, Academy Ritualists breathed a collective sigh of relief as Alchemists stepped forward, tracing the glowing pattern with powers and oils and embedding it into the exposed metal. Their first task complete, the mages fled swiftly out of the room to check the rest of the ship as servants began to filter past to lay back the floorboards and carpet carefully over the glittering runes.

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Day set: Launch
Time set: PM
Location set: Observation Deck


Half breathless with fear and excitement, Sol sprinted the last few feet, skidding past the startled Ritualists to stop dead centre in the room. Though you couldn’t really call it a room, could you. A semi-opaque dome sparkled overhead like fireflies caught in snow, so beautiful that even the blunt Sky-fighter was lost for words. But it wasn’t just that. Despite the fact that several guards were making their way towards her, Sol just couldn’t stop staring. Time seemed to slow as the opaque nature of the window began to fade as though the snow was melting, leaving the fireflies to glitter on their own against a backdrop that was just as magnificent. White faded to red and orange, then blue, and suddenly the sky was black – so black that it seemed to drink your soul – until with a final flare, the last layer fell away and the heavens opened up around them.

Feeling a strong grip rest on her arm, Sol turned to the guard who had hold of her and grinned. β€œLook!” she breathed, face as alight and innocent as a child’s, β€œLook at the stars!” Returning her turquoise gaze to the sky, she hardly felt the man let go of her arm, turning to stare at the view companionably beside her.

Beyond the shimmering windows of the S.S. Leviathon, stars winked and glittered in white and blue, dotting the heavens like mythical faeries. Gradually, the jets harsh fires died, giving way to raw unseen power and the ship turned, pointing itself towards one of the distant spheres that served as a moon: Ortel. Like a sinister twin, Isiah glimmered with red embers, another unknown that served a reminder of the trials to come.

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Day set: Pre-Launch
Time set: Briefly after Sol leaves... O'clock?Β 
Location set: Kitchens


Daller waved goodbye to Sol as she was bustled out. "Good luck, my lady. I hope to see you again as well!" He turned back to the smoky kitchen, smiling broadly. He felt more confident about this venture already- there was at least one person who wasn't too elitist to speak with a ship's cook like him.Β 

Pushing up his sleeves, Daller set to work with the food.Β 

Day set: Launch Day
Time set: Just prior to launch o'clock Β 
Location set: Daller's Quarters (Eventually)


The hour of the launch found Daller in the kitchens, completely unconcerned amongst the chaos around him. Cooks and staff rushed here and there, trying to secure everything not nailed down and check the nails of the things that were. Daller had a frying pan- with eggs in it- lifted out of his hands.Β 

"What is all of the commotion?" he asked, confused. No one paid him much attention, too focused on their own tasks. "The launch will be smooth, how could it not? We just unty ship from shore and... Er..." Suddenly, he remembered why this ship was so special.Β 

I've never been in a vertical boat before. Maybe I should go hide. This may be a bumpy ride.

Daller pushed his way through the panicking halls, finally stumbling his way into the door of his room. The interior was sparsely decorated, only adorned in a few seafaring trinkets he had collected- A puzzle box from the north that he had yet to open, a collection of books written in his native language, a life preserver (which was simply inevitable in any retired sea man's room; he'd never consciously kept it), and other trinkets. The bed was too small for him, but that was all right. The only other furniture was a chair and simple writing table, which apparently were standard. They'd even provided a journal. How quaint. Β 

"So... Where do I strap myself in?" Daller moved from here to there, searching for an elusive safety strap. None were apparent, and for a moment he wondered if, perhaps, this wasn't where he was meant to be. But everyone else was heading for their rooms...

Daller shut his eyes tight, and sat down on the chair. Going to be a bumpy ride...

He waited as the ship rumbled once or twice, presumably from movement. Β He waited as it tilted a little as if it was on the sea. He waited until he couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted, "What are they waiting for?"

Abruptly, the air was full of shrieking, straining metal and the distant sound of fire, and Daller fell from his seat. It seemed to go on forever, and when it ended he rolled over and groaned. "Ohh, mother and saints, am I dead?"

Outside, running feet and excited voices announced that, yes, stars were visible, news at eleven. Daller picked himself up and stepped outside, pushing his way to one of the long slit-windows.Β 

Down below, the world turned, and there was so much of it. But it was drifting away.Β 

"Heh. Well, I said I wanted no more ocean.... No more ocean it is!" Daller laughed, laughed from adrenaline and sheer disbelief. I am in space! Me, a cook! What would they say to me now, old captain Sculi and Ords and Grefel?

The setting changes from Indri'Enis to Star-Ship Leviathon

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Day/Time set: Day 1, LU (6am)
Location set: Academy Room 3

((MichΓ‘ele))

Well, he couldn’t fault them for their punctuality at least. As he cast his blue gaze around the richly appointed Academy room, MichΓ‘ele scowled at the sight of AibhilΓ­n, the insolent girl’s legs slung over the arm rest as she slouched in a high-backed leather chair as far from him as she could. Even the way she tested the edge of her knife, running her thumb along the tip of the blade with a haughty air of nonchalance irritated him beyond belief. With an inaudible sound of disgust, the nobleman dragged his eyes away, though not before he caught the sky-fighter’s smirk as she flashed a glance in his direction. Doubtless she thought herself very clever to conceive of this position; however MichΓ‘ele was simply just glad to be rid of her for a time.

Beautiful Stella had settled herself on one of the couches, the space next to her amply filled by man almost four times her small size – Daller Friedal, he presumed, having only met the man once briefly. He acceded the dark man a bare nod of acknowledgement – after all, he thought as he eyed the cook’s splotchy facial marking, you had to give them something – but found his gaze returning to the spy’s bright blue. Such a more vibrant tone than his own pale cornflower hue! He gave her a quick smile in private greeting before returning to assess the rest of the company.

A lively, smartly-dressed nobleman with an easy grin was leaning with crossed legs against a low bookcase. Ymmer – no Ymber Ocmare – he managed to dredge from his memory of the noble families; a confident, skilled – and not always in boast – young lad as far as he had read, and a good-looking one too. He felt a pang of jealousy as the boy frowned slightly upon the sight of Stella, but the youth quickly returned his attentions to a sombre young man with hair as jet as raven feathers who stood slightly off to one side, and MichΓ‘ele relaxed, following his gaze.

Isa, he called himself, and MichΓ‘ele knew beyond a doubt that this was a man who held many names; though he also knew that the most common – Sagheer’Naab – was one that made even the most powerful of men nervous. He thought briefly of the irony: as soon as he was sure of Stella’s innocence, another came to fill the place of suspicion in his mind. Not that it wasn’t already amply filled by the presence of the female sky-fighter, but it was just another member of this strangle Recon group that he would have to be careful around.

And finally, his eyes landed on solid, russet-haired Jean-Baptiste, who had settled himself in the chair opposite the sky-fighter. Trust was a high-placed thing and while MichΓ‘ele believed in trusting no one beyond himself, he at least thought the ex-commander the most dependable of all. Sure, he would have to be careful of AibhilΓ­n’s influence on him – they had, after all, been comrades-in-arms previously and nothing was stronger than a soldier’s pact – but at least the nobleman had someone he could rely on in a pinch.

Allowing the silence to settle for a moment longer – and revelling in AibhilΓ­n’s obvious impatience though she remained torturously close-mouthed – the Lord Tacita cleared his throat and begun with a serene smile.

β€œRecon One,” he started, smiling further at the resonant sound of his voice in the grand little chamber, β€œI will get straight to the point. Take a good look around you, for these will be the people you will depend on every time you step your dirty boots outside of this big tin bathtub. I will summarise your roles in brief and for the majority of you, this will be no different to your normal day jobs. Others of you-” he spared the female sky-fighter a barely disguised look of scorn as she glared, β€œ-will need to adapt, and must learn adopt the duty as though you’d been born to it. Some of you will even have more than one duty, unless we find another to fill the place in the meantime. I will not lie to you: your missions will be the most dangerous on this trip.”

Pausing for a moment to let his words sink in, MichΓ‘ele raised a smooth hand to forestall any forthcoming questions, meeting each person’s gaze. β€œWhile there will be a quarter of the Citadel’s garrison behind you, they will be exactly that: behind you. We do not want to show any force to creatures whom we have never met before and have no knowledge of behaviours or customs, therefore they will stay with the Leviathon until their aid is absolutely necessary.”

Standing, MichΓ‘ele reached ceremoniously into the chest behind the desk, drawing out a long curved hunting horn, the dark-coloured bone polished to look like wood and decorative brass capping glittering in the lamplight. Turning, he placed it into Jean-Baptiste’s large hands, the long chain attached to the instrument clacking gently against the sides as he stepped back, settling down into his seat behind the desk once more. β€œA small contingent of soldiers will follow you to the nearest settlement or, failing that, will track you as you travel across the terrain at a discrete distance,” he said, meeting the man’s deep brown gaze, β€œIt is most likely you will never come into contact with them. They will have runners with them who – at the sound of that horn – will return to the ship to bring aid in mass force. I would therefore recommend, Sir Montague, that you only ever look to use it in the more dire situations, when there is nothing else you can rely on.

β€œIn addition to that commanding role, you will have the authorisation equivalent to that of a General. As the senior-most member of the contingent, you will be able to make decisions in the field that will affect not just your Recon group, but the whole of the Teela race. Any consequences that may occur of your actions will be assessed and dealt with at a later date, so until then you have the full freedom of our trust when dealing with the natives.” It sounded like a disclaimer and it was, although there was nothing that the ex-commander could do about it. MichΓ‘ele knew that all present in the room had already committed themselves beyond the point that they could back out. Still, it wasn’t something that the lord minded saying – it meant that at the end of the day, any out-of-line decisions would not be ignored. Indeed, the command had come even higher than him, and it gave him a strange sense of pride to pass the message of retribution on.

Standing suddenly, the Lord Tacita turned fully to the older sky-fighter. β€œJean-Baptise Montague. Your responsibilities will be as follows. Diplomacy: you will be first contact among the indigenous peoples and our emissary of Indri’Enis. You will get to know them, negotiate alliances and discuss future trade. You will also take responsibility for every man under your command and ensure that our mission is not jeopardised by any of them in any way. And,” MichΓ‘ele slid open the desk drawer, drawing out a large leather-bound book of parchment, β€œyou will report on your progress and any interesting findings.”

Pulling out another identical journal, MichΓ‘ele stepped around his desk and passed it to Stella with a warm smile. β€œStella Oceane. You will do the same. But you will study the creatures’ society and customs. I want to know about their habits, their likes and dislikes as a nation, their ruling system, their beliefs, their technology and their architecture.” Leaning closer, he gave the spy a significant look that reminded her of their earlier private conversation. β€œI want to know anything of note,” he finished. β€œAs the most proficient healer in the group, you will obviously fulfil those duties as well.”

Turning again, he fixed his eyes on the raven-haired man, handing over yet another book. β€œIsa Sabhia. Due to your tracking experience, you will study the environment: the weather, landscape, animals, plants and minerals. We want to know as much about these new worlds as we can: who knows? In our travels we may stumble across a cure for disease, or a plant that will feed millions for months. There may even be useful precious materials that we can barter for in future trade negotiations. If necessary, you will also oversee any hunting or gathering that may be necessary. Your first few missions will not go further than a day’s march away from the ship, but you may spend weeks on further excursions once we know enough of the land and you will need to provision for yourselves to a certain extent.”

β€œIn that,” MichΓ‘ele continued, turning to Daller with a small smile, β€œYou are to help, Daller Friedal. Most of your duties will be based back here in the Leviathon’s kitchens but Mr Sabhia will bring back various samples of animal and plant-life that you will assess and use however you deem fit. In your own way you will study these things as hard as him, for if we are to travel to different planets, we will soon consume our stored resources. At that point we will need to rely on your ingenuity with these new food sources to see us on to further exploration. If we happen upon any civilisation, we may also request that you travel with Recon One occasionally to gain experience and ingredients from the indigenous people.”

Spinning on his heel, the lordling grinned at the young nobleman and spread his hands. β€œYmber Ocmare. You, my friend, have the best job of all. You will essentially be supporting Sir Montague in meeting the local people, but your role is much more enjoyable. You will speak to the aeliens, sample their culture and their lives. Make friends with them and experience the world through their eyes. In short, you will dazzle them all with your charm, wit and lively intelligence, allowing the others in your group to do their jobs without any restriction.”

β€œAnd finally, AibhilΓ­n,” MichΓ‘ele sighed, resigning himself to meet the girl’s impudent glower with a mild frown that only barely showed his intense distaste for the situation, β€œYou have been assigned as guardian for your fellows. It’s the most important position in some ways and calls for a lot more tact than some of your previous... tasks.” Raising a finger to make his point, MichΓ‘ele deepened his frown, furrowed blonde brows tugging at his plait. β€œIt may seem an easy task for a solider, however, make no mistake that this will be harder than any battle you have fought in. Your life is insignificant in this mission: the lives of your charges are worth far more than your own.” AibhilΓ­n opened her mouth furiously to protest, but seemed to catch Jean-Baptiste’s gaze and pressed her lips closed once more. Lord Tacita nodded firmly, smoothing the creases in his brow. Good; this arrangement might actually work better than he thought. β€œEach one of the people in this room could be carrying in their minds the most precious thing to the future of the Teela race. If you fail them, you could unknowingly be putting our whole existence on the line.

β€œMind you,” he said, straightening with a short laugh and sweeping his gaze around the room, β€œI get the feeling that not a one of you is in the least bit vulnerable by nature. You’re a formidable looking bunch, I’ll say that!” Smiling broadly, MichΓ‘ele settled himself behind the desk once more. β€œTo the mission itself. Within the next twelve hours, it is predicted we will pass close enough by Isiah to see details on the planet’s surface. I’ve been told by many of the Academics that this will be a sight no one should miss out on. I want you all to practice your observation skills before we reach our next destination: the twin moon Ortel, which we believe will be quite habitable enough for us to explore. Isiah is still very much unknown: it has no humanoid life that we are aware of and we know nothing of the behaviour of the suspected animal life. Stella and Isa: study the environment from an academic point of view. Learn everything you can through observation of the landscape, the creatures and their habits. AibhilΓ­n and Jean-Baptiste.” There was no way he was letting that girl wander loose while important preparations were being made. β€œYou will observe as well, but I want you both to assess the security risk and dangers the moon and its inhabitants may pose.

β€œYmber, I want you to help Daller collect provisions for your first trip onto Ortel. Daller, you have full use of the kitchens and Ymber, do what you can to help him. In a small room off to the side of the kitchen there are tens, bedrolls, cooking equipment and other useful items. I want you both to make sure that there is one of everything in each pack. You will not need some of it at first, but you’d best get used to carrying heavy packs from day one: you’ll need it all eventually and you don’t want to be hampered by lack of muscle. Once you are done, use the Academy library to find a few relevant or useful texts everyone can read before you leave. While you’re there, I’d also like you to speak to Deena, one of the apprentice Ritualists; the Head Ritualist has expressed an interest in her joining some of your missions and I’m sure she’d have some helpful ideas.”

β€œNow,” MichΓ‘ele sighed finally, relaxing into the chair a bit more, β€œAre there any questions? In regards to Ortel, you will be summoned by the heralds at some point in the next couple of days. Until then, begin your duties as best you can, and if you cannot, make some time to get to know your company. You will, after all, be spending a lot of time with them.”



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Day/Time set: Day 1, LU (6am)
Location set: Academy Room 3


((Jean))

His grimace was grim, especially so for a man who had just received a promotion.

Jean had been excited like a little boy as the ship had lifted off. It had been hard for him to tear his eyes from the skies when he was called in and even then, he had barely slept; fascinated with the prospect of space. Jean was barely acknowledged as a scholar, but their interests he shared... They theorised this space was infinite...

However, Jean had not the time to be amazed for so long as one of MichΓ‘ele's men had come for him. Now he sat in a room, listening to the lord. As if a bucket of ice cold water was thrown into his face, Jean remembered the conversation he had with Stella and noticed Solstice sharpening her knife, knowing very well sharpening was not what she wanted to do with it.

Not only Solstice and Stella were in the room, however; also a man he had met yesterday. Ymber Ocmare, was his name. Jean was not unfamiliar with the Ocmare family, but his duties in the military and guardianship over Chanson had left him with ample opportunities to meet with the newer generations of nobility. It would be wise to reconcile with Ymber Ocmare, before the mission ended. Jean did not want to cause friction between their families.

More worrying than Ymber Ocmare, however, was Sagheer’Naab. Withdrawn for years for mysterious reasons, his reputation was well-known to Jean-Baptiste. Jean did not trust what he did not know and aside his reputation, he knew next to nothing about the tiny fang.

Lastly there was Daller, the cook. He seemed a pleasant fellow and Jean would try to engage conversation later.

Lord MichΓ‘ele then began explaining the missions; their purposes and orders. Jean-Baptiste was discontent. An army behind them and Jean taking not only a leading role at the mission, which was already more than he had applied for, but was also given authorisation and responsibility for the force. Stella's words resounded in his head again... They must have had this planned since the beginning. Jean-Baptiste could not help but feel tricked; was it not him that had manipulated lord MichΓ‘ele to let him join?

An army for a mission... MichΓ‘ele seemed not to intend to leave the planet even if they were unwelcome. Jean did not know how to feel about this; it angered him and yet. He feared having to bear responsibility for hostile actions, intruding grounds they were not welcome, but what Jean also feared time was what would happen if he did not accept this responsibility? Would MichΓ‘ele take his place as commander?

β€œNow,” MichΓ‘ele sighed finally, relaxing into the chair a bit more, β€œAre there any questions?”

Jean-Baptiste took a breathe before collecting his thoughts. Before he decide upon anything, he had to learn more... Much as he disliked being powerless to act against the intents and decisions of the lord.

β€œMy lord, you must excuse my rudeness, my daughter is unwell.” Jean lied, β€œI wish to discuss matters with you in private soon, I hope we can make an arrangement today. However I must attend to her now.”

He then turned to Stella, β€œLady Oceane, if you would please come with me. Perhaps your expertise could be of help. If our lord allows our leave, at least.”

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Day/Time set: Day 1, LU (6am)
Location set: Towards Academy Room 3


((Stella))

The launch was amazing. Definitely something else, something nobody had ever experienced before. Stella felt the pride of being in that ship the strongest she had felt up to that point. She even took the chance to go and watch outside as they moved at such a high speed. Although they insisted in calling this a ship, the movement didn't really ressemble that of your average vessel, or so she thought. After that special moment, she decided to call it a day and go back to sleep.

The following morning was rather interesting. Stella woke up early and quickly got dressed with her work clothes. They look good but they're still a military attire, even if female clothes. Making sure she had every important thing with her, she left the cabin and walked towards the Academy Room 3, where the meeting was going to take place. She was one of the first to arrive there, so she just went in and waited. Soon, the others began to arrive. Jean-Baptiste was first, and she smiled at him, kindly, and a big man came later on. Was he a cook? She had that impression on him.

After a while, as they silently waited, a short person with dark hair entered the room, and Sol after that, looking quite amused. Perhaps because she knew how much MichΓ‘ele hated her presence in the room? The door opened once again, and what Stella saw made her open her eyes wide, although she repressed any sound. It was none other than her own brother, entering the room. What was he doing there? At first he didn't seem to notice her, but as the boy scanned through the faces of everyone inside the room, Stella saw the exact moment he saw her, as his reaction was basically the same reaction she had. But he still managed to remain silent as well.

She didn't even have time to stand up and talk to him, for soon the Lord entered the room and started his explanation. He meet Stella's eyes for a moment and had a kind smile for her. Surely this meant he still trusts her? She may end up being able to use that trust for her own good, at some point... or rather, the mission's.

Soon, MichΓ‘ele had explained everyone's mission. The duty that each and every one of them would have to fulfill. Of course probably everyone had their own agenda, but for the time being, following those orders was probably the most sensible course of action. Her own mission would be to fill a diary that MichΓ‘ele gave ger with another warm smile. She noticed, before that, Ymber's eyes on her, but decided not to do or say anything.

Stella got lost in her own thoughts as MichΓ‘ele's voice kept speaking in the background. She could hear him talking to her brother. Her brother... in that ship... this could only mean trouble. As much as Stella cared for her brother, she knew he was not the most mature person in the world, and his temperamental behaviour could bring problems to the whole crew. She only hoped he had changed in the last few months... When she heard the lord again, he was basically praising the group. Empty words, no question about that.

She was also given the task to observe Isiah's surface from an academic point of view. Well she was no academic, but during her time as a healer, she had read a bit about this and that, and she was interested in Isiah, particularly. Probably because of the mysteries it hid. Still, if it was really not habitable, there was not much they could see. Without landing there, at least. Stella found her mind was more concerned about Ortel, and she was looking forward to it. Was there any chance she could be the first to go outside? At that point, she blushed, for she felt she had an -Ymber moment- there.

She looked around to see if anyone would have any question. Stella knew she didn't. And if she did, asking here would not be the best idea anyway. However, Jean asked to go back to his cabin, stating his daughter was feeling unwell. He then turned towards her, asking for her to accompany him. She was to help her... that was a clear signal. She smiled kindly at Jean and then at Lord MichΓ‘ele. "If you will excuse me, I should go to her side. We do not want her to spread a disease around the ship. It would turn this mission into a failure before we even start!" She laughed silently, as she was given permission to leave the room. It was always so amusing to see the lord's face changing whenever a possible failure was brought up in a conversation.

Closing the door behind her, she rushed after Jean, who was walking away. "I'm assuming Chanson's not feeling unwell. What is it?"



((Ymber))

Incredible! Such movement, such speed, so thrilling! Those are the feelings Ymber had during the launch. But even more thrilled he was to be part of something important. He was to meet Lord Tacita on the next morning. He had to calm down enough so that he would sleep and give a good impression the following day.

On the next morning, Ymber took some time to get ready, and was therefore the last person to arrive to the Academy Room 3, before Lord MichΓ‘ele, that is. The surprise that awaited him inside that room was beyond what he could have expected. None other than his own sister, Stella, was there. And apparently she was a member of some kind of group, as she was treated as an expert. He was absolutely shocked to find out that she was there. His biggest rival, the person he strives to overcome in every aspect of life.

He chose not to say anything, but he'd have a word with her after the meeting. He should at least know what she was doing her, and maybe even explain how she had gotten a passage into this ship... she'd be surprised to find out he was so capable of managing that kind of thing. But there were still some surprises to come, such as hearing the lord calling her "Stella Oceane". Ymber eyed her with a suspicious glare. What the hell was that, Oceane? Ridiculous name, anyway, and it was not even her true name. At first he thought the lord had mistakenly read the name, but after a while he finally realised.

So that's what Stella was doing... going undercover, using a fake family name and living a strange life. She didn't look so different, though. He could still say she had the air of someone who belongs to nobility. Maybe it was because he knew. Or maybe it was the ornaments she wore, but it was clear to him. Did those people not know? But his thought process was interrupted when he heard his name. Ymber smiled nonchalantly as he was told his job was the best job. Supporting Jean was great. After all, he wanted to meet him again, and specially Chanson, so this was a great way of achieveing his goal.

He would also be the link between the Teela and the aeliens... he'd be known as a famous peace maker... the one who created friendship between two worlds. There was no better work for him, that was clear. However, the most immediate job was not as good as he would have wanted. He was to help to collect provisions for the first trip onto Ortel. He would have protested. However, the mention of this Deena was interesting. An apprentice Ritualist. If he was lucky, this girl would be young and good looking, so he could have a go at it. And also, even though collecting provisions was not of his liking, Ymber secretly enjoyed the art of cooking. Perhaps he would be able to learn a thing or two from this Daller person.

At that point, the lord offered to answer questions. That was the chance he had been awaiting. He could finally ask about her sister's presence in the ship. He stood up. "Excuse me, MichΓ‘ele", the young man spoke without showing any specific respect to the man in charge of the mission. But Jean-Baptiste Montague interrupted him, stating Chanson was not feeling well, and asking to leave. He would also take Stella with him. As much as Ymber hated to admit it, if she was going with the little girl, they should be fine. Stella was not exactly stupid, and she had been skilled at a number of things.

Pondering whether he should ask the lord or not, in the end Ymber decided to go for it. "MichΓ‘ele, what the hell is all this -Stella Oceane- nonsense? She is my older sister, the first child of the Ocmare family! Why were we not informed of her presence aboard? I would hope you have a solid reason for these actions? I want to know why is she here."

The young man was standing up in the middle of the room, speaking with a loud voice, and demanding information from a lord. This was not exactly what someone of his position should be doing. However... he was enraged. He was supposed to be the first person from his family to travel to the skies, and there she was. Just as always.

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Location set: Near Academy Room 3


((Jean))

"I am worried and enraged." Jean stated under his breath. Stella and he had walked out of hearing distance and headed towards Jean's cabin, where Chanson was still asleep. They did not speak much until they arrived in the cabin. Cautious as Jean was, he had already made sure there was no easy way to hear what was being said within the room the night before. Although the walls did not isolate all sound well from the rooms next to his, Jean knew the quarters next to his were empty.

Chanson was still sleeping and so Jean gestured Stella to remain silent. He offered her a chair on the other side of the room, but remained standing himself. "The purpose of this mission; what is it?" Jean spoke softly, trying not to disturb and wake the girl, "You told me about the minerals, lady Oceane, and I have no objections to trade. What greatly troubles me is my... Promotion." His eyes met Stella's and Jean wondered if the young spy had placed the pieces of the puzzle yet. "A contignent of soldiers; a ship of this calibre. I understand the investments made in this mission were made with... Great expectations. To what ends the lord is to go, theft, force or even colonisation, I do not know." Jean paused and looked at Chanson, remembering the reason he ever applied.

"Lady Oceane, I apologise for asking this of you. We have barely been acquintanced. However, lord MichΓ‘ele has played this situation in his favour. I have been made responsible for diplomacy as well as our safety; I am the fool who the blame shall be placed on for any mistakes made by those below me as well as those above me. I must know everything... Before I speak with MichΓ‘ele."

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Location set: VIP Quarterdeck


((Mastrame))

Mastrame rolled out of his somewhat lavish bed he had paid extra for, it did not help him get to sleep, the VIP quarterdeck had many room like his only he had a specific customization to his. In the center of the room lie a square table about a foot off the ground. On the table was a raised edge in the shape of a square about 6 inches by 6 inches in size, here he would perform his morning ritual. He opened his armoire and pulled out the large jar of multicolored sand. Kneeling in front of the table facing out towards the windows of his room he set the jar next to him and took a deep breath.

He opened the jar and atop the miniature desert was a small funnel shaped bowl, he gripped the bowl and scooped a small amount of the blackened sand. Another deep breath as he raised the bowl to eye level and gave it a tap. A grain fell, straight down to where he wished it into the area of the table with the raised edge. Every grain fell and he watched it fall, the background the stars and space. The blackened sand had filled the corners of the area as he had planned; he dumped the remaining sand into the bowl and scooped up the whitest color of sand. He took another deep breath, raised the bowl to eye level and… Tap.

Dumping out the remaining sand he hadn't used he bowed his head to examine the sand painting. A 4-armed star lay in the center of the table. An appropriate painting for his first day among the stars. A look of delight filled his eyes as he observed his flawless art. One last glance and he knew he had finished, he rose to his feet and headed towards his washtub.

Day/Time set: Day 1, LU (6am)
Location set: VIP Quarterdeck


Bathed and dressed he gave himself a looking over in the mirror, he approved of himself. Grabbing a bit of money and throwing it into a small purse and tossing it into a shoulder bag he had grown accustom to wearing, the purse lay next to a book of rhymes and songs he enjoyed, a personal journal he kept, a smaller jar of reddish sand, and the key to his room. He then turned to his armoire and retrieved his Baglama, it was a fine piece of work if he'd ever seen one. The wood was a rich brown color and has the appearance of age and whither. Many designs are etched into the face of the instrument similar to Teela markings. He slung it over his shoulder and onto his back; rarely would he be caught without it. Across his other shoulder his bag is placed.

Exiting his room looking down the hallway in both directions he headed for the commons area. The guitarist he had heard the day before was good, but he planned to do her one better. The commons were beginning to fill as mid-morning approached. He procured a glass of juice a paid the man a crimson shilling and headed towards the performance area. Drinking the rest of his juice he set the cup down as he listened to the same woman who was playing the guitar but a day earlier play. He even recognized the song and began to sing along softly amidst the small crowd of listeners.

'Gonna build that city on a hill, gonna build that city on a hill, someday those tears are gonna spill.'

A good song he even enjoyed singing himself time to time. He assumed this woman was going to continue playing for some time so he drew away; perhaps he wasn't going to be able to show off today. If he couldn't play music then perhaps some sort of physical activation would be better. Perhaps a sword fight with a soldier who would immediately underestimate him, or maybe a game of chess with an old man who would surely tell him quite a story from 'back in his day' while they played. No... that all seemed so mundane now, he is in the stars, he must aim higher. Perhaps finding his way onto an exciting mission would be the most exciting thing he could do.

After asking for directions he headed towards the Military Quarters. His eyes peeking into every room he passed by trying to get a grasp of the absolute magnitude of what he is a part of. A left turn here, then a right.. 4th door. Aha! Academy room 3, he listened intently through the door of a meeting about β€˜Recon One’ or something, now that sounded exciting. A pause then footsteps approached the door. He slid so when the door opened it would conceal him. A man and woman began walking and talking thankfully in the opposite direction he was hiding, he picked up someone was sick or something like that, but now the matter at hand. Then a loud and bold man began talking of someone being his sister but using a different last name. This is already quite exciting. He peered into the room now observing the remaining people of what he assumed to be Recon One, and then MichΓ‘ele himself. The one he was told to talk to if he wanted to get on the mission.

He decided to observe from there as to not have anger of the blonde man redirected at him, nor MichΓ‘ele himself be angry for intruding, he was, after all, about to ask a favor.

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((MichΓ‘ele))

MichΓ‘ele frowned. Within the space of two minutes, his most trusted had left with the beautiful Stella, claiming family illness, and now the young nobleman Ymber was already on his feet protesting. Brow beginning to darken further as he listened to the young lad’s concerns, the lord made himself breathe deeply, smoothing his features to hide his thoughts. He was right – she was nobility! And of course she was known by a different name, MichΓ‘ele justified to himself, The boy’s concerns were more from a familial point of view clearly. No one would want to find out that their sibling held a secret identity.

Clearing his throat, MichΓ‘ele calmly indicated for Ymber to sit down again, and spoke only once the boy was settled. β€œThank you for your concerns, although in this case they are unnecessary.” Stalling another outburst with a raised hand, the lordling smiled to blunt the sting from his words. β€œYou all have the right to know what you are and that is – primarily – knowledge scouts.” He inclined his head towards the young lad, raising his eyebrows. β€œThis will, at times, require a certain amount of... discretion when passing on information. All members of Recon One have been specifically selected for their roles with careful deliberation-”

He barely managed to avoid rolling his eyes in Aibhilin’s direction, instead turning his gaze to settle on Isa. β€œ-and this means that some of those accepted for this mission will already be more than skilled in the areas of confidentiality. I find this often begins with their personal lives.”

Leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk, MichΓ‘ele steepled his fingers, blue gaze passing over each party member in turn. β€œLet me tell you a little secret of my own. We don’t care what secrets you hide in your life on Indri’Enis; as long as keeping them doesn’t hinder the mission, then we are more than happy to ignore them. However, if I get a whiff of anything untoward, there will be investigations. As I have said before, you are the most important people on this whole ship at present: to the success of this mission and the Teela race. Do not give us reason to doubt your motives and you will be treated with the respect you deserve.”

β€œNow.” Settling back into his chair, the Lord Tacita smiled at his team. β€œIf there are no more questions forthcoming, I believe you have a mission to prepare for.”

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Day/Time set: Day 1, LU (6am)
Location set: Near Academy Room 3

(Stella)

Jean was not happy about the situation. Stella could see that much, but it became even more obvious as he worded it in such a clear and direct way. It wasn’t meant for her to hear, particularly. Still, she was comfortable with silence, and followed Jean to his cabin, only speaking in a low voice from time to time. Chanson was sleeping, she saw, when they entered the cabin, so she made sure to speak in a low voice so as to not wake her up.

Her being offered a chair was certainly a nice gesture, but the fact Jean remained standing made it seem like an interrogation. Stella wanted to trust Jean, but wanted to be trusted as well. She remained calm as Jean asked his questions. There were obvious doubts about her person, and where her loyalty lied. Fair doubts, she had to admit.

β€œI do not know more than I have already told you. However, it did give me the clear impression that lord MichΓ‘ele wants to, essentially, conquer this place, and make profit from it. He did mention that the Bellanese were aware of their ultimate goal, which is, always supposedly, to study the animals, plants and minerals… As you know, I don’t believe him. They may have fooled some people into believing they only want to study them, but we are aware there’s something else… right?”

Jean expresser further concerns, though, particularly about his promotion. It was then, that his eyes met Stella’s, and she realised what it was that worried the man. It was clear that MichΓ‘ele was planning some kind of colonisation. To a certain extent, at least, but it was true that with that amount of soldiers and equipment, they would be a very powerful force to deal with. β€œI agree with you. It is clear that he’s willing to go quite far. I would bet my life on it.”

Stella stood up, and looked into Jean’s eyes. β€œDo not apologise. I know you are a man who can be trusted, and you can ask freely, for I will help with everything that’s within my reach. My loyalty as a guild member lies in you. And if you were to eventually be blamed for any mistakes, please bear in mind that I will fight by your side. However… I’m afraid I do not have more information about the true goal of this mission.”

She was genuinely concerned. It had not been that long since when she had tried to get information from MichΓ‘ele, but it had been impossible to learn more. He seemed to be prepared against saying too much. Of course, this could change now since they were in the ship already, and far away from home.


((Ymber))

He was not happy. Certainly, he was not. That petty nobleman thought he was worth more than he, Ymber Ocmare. However, no matter what, that man was still in charge, and Ymber knew better than to disobey him. So the young man sat down, after hearing MichΓ‘ele clearing his throat, and listened carefully. Just as he was stating that his concerns were unnecessary, Ymber felt an intense urge, and was about to reply when the lord’s raised hand stopped him.

Knowledge scouts… it even sounded nice, like that. Even then… to think he had been chosen for this… even Ymber could see he was not exactly the most discreet person in the land. He found a moment of inspiration, surprisingly, and remained quiet, observing exactly what was going on around him; the relationships between the lord and everyone else. There was a strong antagonism between the lord and that woman… wild looking… she seemed really interesting.

As MichΓ‘ele’s speech went on, he looked into each of the members’ eyes. β€œI do not have anything to hide” Ymber mouthed in a low voice, annoyed that he was being treated as some sort of criminal, in that sense. It was also true that not getting too far into every member’s past could be better for the group. An assassin could change and turn into a better person; a thief could stop stealing… but those who were born in noble families should always carry a special dignity!

Finally, speech over. Ymber stood up and faced MichΓ‘ele. β€œI hope that you do not forget I am no peasant!” He turned around quickly and left the room just like that. There was some work to do, and he’d do it as fast as it was humanly possible. To show he was no regular person! He would have to wait for the cook… who actually seemed like an interesting person. Ymber had always secretly liked the art of cooking. He was convinced it should be considered as proper art, just as a painting, or a sculpture… finally the man came out of the room. β€œSir Daller Friedal. I am ready”.

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Daller Freidal

Day/Time set: Day 1, LU (6am)
Location set: Academy Room 3


Daller listened to his mission with a vague expression of confusion and curiousity. Wasn't this an interesting thing. As a cook on a naval vessel, it wasn't as if he'd never had to help with shore missions- Far from it. He'd occasionally had to use his knowledge to stop crew from eating poisons or, failing that, from dying from them. But working with entirely alien plants and animals... That was something he'd never quite had to do. At least it was simply for prolonging good supplies- When you lived at sea, that was always important. You couldn't call eating stale hardtack living.

"I will be glad to help, my lord." He waited until the meeting was over to leave, mulling over in his mind how to get it all together. Survival supplies, hm? It will depend on the terrain- Perhaps this Ymber fellow would know. After all, if it was a jungle, you'd need things like pesticides and wire sheets to cover tents, while a desert would need protective gear of an entirely different design. Worse, what if the air itself was poisonous? Perhaps gas masks...

He didn't notice Ymber as he lumbered out, and was brought up short by the noble's sudden words. β€œSir Daller Friedal. I am ready.” He looked up, blinking.

"Ah? No 'sir' for me, young lord," he said, judging the lad a noble by his clothes. "Just Friedal, or Daller if you wish. So- Have you gone on such missions as these before?" He spoke slowly, moving along the hall towards the main staircase. "I'm afraid I know little of the terrain we expect to find- Is it of a a tropical kind? A arid place? I know of its famous volcanoes, but I doubt we are expected to land among them." He chuckled deeply. "Burning is usually bad for exploration."

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Day/Time set: Day 1, LU (6am)
Location set: Jean's Quarters


((Jean))

Whatever did this spell for him, Jean worried. What more, Jean worried for Chanson. What would the girl see of him if he were to be a general? If Stella had no more information, Jean-Baptiste was left no other option other than to speak to the source; lord MichΓ‘ele himself. He looked at Stella once more, trying to find a way to get the young spy to tell him any more, but in the end Jean could only shake his head. β€œThis situation we are in, lady Oceane, I think about it with my mind as well as my heart. A soldier needs a cause worth fighting for, does he not?” Jean's face looked grim as he uttered these words, a question he was not expecting an answer to.

β€œCome. Let us return to the Academy room.”

Jean knocked before entering and held the door open for Stella. β€œExcuse us, my lord. My concerns for my daughter have been eased, now that lady Oceane has taken a look. I thank you for your patience and understanding.”

Jean sat back down in his chair as he waited for the current conversations to finish. When they finally had, he would ask MichΓ‘ele to stay in the room for a private conversation. Until then Jean-Baptiste would practice his questions and interrogations in his head. Over and over.

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Day/Time set: Day 1, LU (6am)
Location set: Jean's Quarters

((Stella))

Stella felt sorry about not being able to help Jean more. He was a good man, and he truly meant good things for those close to him. She stood up, right in front of him. "I will be close to you, ready to follow your orders if need be. Use me as you see fit, for I am convinced I can carry out whatever duty I am tasked with." She looked at him in the eyes, and he did the same. Stella was really worried about the trust Jean had in her. Did he believe her words, when she said she knew nothing more, or maybe he didn't? She tried to understand the meaning before those cryptic words the man spoke before suggesting that they come back to the Academy room.

Stella followed Jean, silently, and waited behind him as he knocked the door. He would let her enter before him, which she did. She smiled kindly as Jean explained the fake resolution to the fake situation they had created. She did not say anything else before the conversations were over. She wondered, though, what she would have to do, when everyone started standing up after everything was said.



Day/Time set: Day 1, LU (6am)
Location set: Academy Room 3

((Ymber))

Surprisingly enough, that man would be nice to him. The first thing he told Ymber was not to call him 'sir', and instead suggested that he should be called Friedal, or Daller. He felt at ease with him. "Right, Daller. That is fine for me. Well, I haven't been to any mission before. Not like this, or any different. My age and position wouldn't allow for it. But oh yes of course, heroicity always shines through! Right?"

"I do not know much of the terrain... but I have the feeling it will be rather arid... I mean, the place we live has got to be the best place. That's why we live in it, right? Therefore, other places should be worse... even if just a little." Ymber's logic made a certain sense... only to a certain extent and to certain people. A very centric view of life. Why should there be other places, better than his own, if he wasn't living there? Strange logic, but that was the one Ymber believed in.

"Indeed! I don't think we'll land near volcanoes, right? I wouldn't want to do that!" He laughed along with Daller.

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Daller Freidal

Day/Time set: Day 1, LU (6am)
Location set: Academy Room 3


"Eh, you never know! I once cooked for a ship whose captain... Well, a fool he was. He once steered a ship straight into a hurricane because he thought the storm would drive him to his destination faster!" Daller shook his head. "Make it faster we did, but at such a cost. We lost almost all of our cargo to the wind and rain- Living cargo, pigs and sheep. Not one man, though, that was lucky." He rumbled out a chuckle. "But an alien world? Who knows. There are untold wonders to find, even an old cook like me can see that."

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Character Portrait: Solstice (Sol) Aibhil??n
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A man with little to lose, and much to gain.

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Apprentice Ritualist with a reserved nature and magpie-like love for knowledge

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Daller Friedal

A huge cook who has seized life by the horns and given it a hug.

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Isa Sabiha

Isa was born; he lived, now he waits for Old Father Eternity to reap his soul.

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Regeira L??man

Ready to observe and to learn.

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A young man whose noble origins contrast with his flamboyant personality.

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Stella Ocmare

A young girl with knowledge about swords and healing. She wishes to change the world.

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A charismatic man of both many fears and talents

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A quick-thinking, sharp-talking Sky-Fighter with a love only for her work and her Roc, Crya.

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Ymber Ocmare

A young man whose noble origins contrast with his flamboyant personality.

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Stella Ocmare

A young girl with knowledge about swords and healing. She wishes to change the world.

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Daller Friedal

A huge cook who has seized life by the horns and given it a hug.

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Apprentice Ritualist with a reserved nature and magpie-like love for knowledge

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Solstice (Sol) Aibhil??n

A quick-thinking, sharp-talking Sky-Fighter with a love only for her work and her Roc, Crya.

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Isa was born; he lived, now he waits for Old Father Eternity to reap his soul.

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Regeira L??man

Ready to observe and to learn.

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Stella Ocmare

A young girl with knowledge about swords and healing. She wishes to change the world.

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Apprentice Ritualist with a reserved nature and magpie-like love for knowledge

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Re: At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

I'm intrigued! And I guess I'll be the one to say "Happy New Year!" :)

Would be great to join the gang again :)

Re: At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

Ah, the freedom forsaken guy, right? Sure, keep me updated. Can't promise I'll have the time, though, my own game decided to burst with new players and activity, and I got two other invitations to future games :P

Re: At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to y'all peeps!

Sorry this one has kinda died a death but keep a look out as Alacer and I are hatching something! It will be (very) casual although the concept should be quite fun, so we'll see how it goes! No hints yet, but I'll try and give you guys a heads-up once it's sorted. :)

Re: At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

Merry almost Christmas to you, too! And the rest of you as well.

Re: At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

Figured I'd humour this thread with it's half-yearly post and a Christmas greeting. And a happy newyear as well :P

Re: At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

How did the show go? I know it's been a good while, but hey... better late than never, if what they say is right! :)

I hope you're doing well? I'm glad to see Hydrall posted! :D I may post a short answer soon, if nothing else happens for a few days. Let's keep this alive, guys! I don't know about you, but this year I seem to have more time at summer than un-summer (new word I just made up).

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

I will go read now. Apologies for my absence recently. We're getting ready for our next show with CODS and this year has required me a lot more than last year!

I will have to post after next week as it's show week next week, so I'm basically out all evening rehearsing until 10.30/11pm every night and will obviously be on stage in the eves next week. I may be able to get one in during the day, but just to give you a heads up if I can't! :)

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

Well, I've had my own post, late but ready. Now I hope our beloved GM overlord will guide is through! :D

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

And there we go; March's post been covered. See ya'll in May :P

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

Holy crap, I posted too! Woaaaaaaaaaaaaah. And we're going to the volcano planet, right?

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

We're going on. It's just we do it at our pace! :)

Welcome, Oflonglife!

Also, I posted... and *gasp* on the right tab, too!!

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

Nice to see I'm keeping my promises...

On a plus side, we have a new RPer - Oflonglife - who has prompted me to be a bit more vigilant with the RP (or at least my posting in it) simply by showing an interest! I doubt I'll get chance during the week but I definitely will post at the weekend, so we can get this kick-started again and at least give Oflonglife a chance to get into the story.

And last (but by no means least), Welcome Oflonglife! Firstly, may I ask your gender (lol) simply so I don't keep mistaking whether you are he/she! Secondly, you are welcome to pop up an introductory post for Mastrame: it doesn't really matter where you are, but you can interact with Dee if you wish to. She will be in the Academy at a desk somewhere scribbling in her memoir and surrounded by books! Or you can wait 'til the weekend when I will post both Sol/Michaele and Dee. :)

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

Busy, busy, busy!! Like, seriously. Family all over the place. Lots of studying Japanese. Lots of scheduling my tutoring of the kids, and starting a bit of a job as a reporter. And of course, I continue with my small Internet job, which doesn't take a lot of time, but it does take a little.

And hear me, my friends! Lots of small amounts of time = a big amount of time! :)

Glad to see you're all doing fine!

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

I'm still here and alive, though I've mostly been distracted with end of senior year stuffs.

... I still haven't posted, though. D: Sorry!

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

Busy. College been a bitch last month. Got more to do over the weekend and I'm semi-desperately practicing escapism 'cause it's driving me mad. Don't wanna hear about it, trust me. Other than that the holiday season was pretty good, albeit a bit quiet, when school slows down I'm gonna pick up swimming and a couple friends and I are considering putting up a small company. My own RP has been pretty solid, too. So yeah that's about it.

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

Lol, sorry guys. Will be back into the swing of things this weekend. Fraz is out for nearly the whole day so I can take the quiet moment to post.

And my month's been fine - though a little less of the family for a bit would be great, lol. No, it was lovely to see them all but I'm looking forward to some more 'us' time. And I got me a Warhammer Dreadfleet for crimbo so painting that's been taking up a lot of my time! But I don't really mind that of course... ;)

And y'all?

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

So, how was your month, people? :P Thought I'd liven things up a bit with a post.

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

Guess who is tuning into our speed ;)

Re: [OOC] At The Edge of the World [Fantasy/Sci-Fi]

Hullo Iggi! Yes, I'm still taking on passengers, lol. Pop up your character sheet and I'll take a look. I only ask that you read the intro post and QA section before you write to make sure that you've got all the context. :) Give me a shout if there's any character in particular that you think would be good to find you or whether you want your 'stowaway' secret hidden and we'll sort something out.

In regards to posting Hydrall, we are in an inbetweeny bit at the moment, so I totally understand. I will respond as Michaele to Ymber this weekend and then to save the boring writing of collecting supplies, you both can go and collect Deena.