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Senusret

2 posts · 0 characters present · last post 11 hr 16 min ago »

         The lake sent a whisper to someone somewhere far away, yet closer than probably expected. This whisper was entirely undetectable by all, aside those Of Senusret. There was a new vessel parked on Lake Vitality. The foreign vessel called itself Stjornkona.

Lake Vitality sent a second whisper. Lake Vitality was more than large enough to comfortably accommodate most water activities the long boat might consider getting into, if the crew liked those sorts of games.

Lake Vitality had grown calm shortly after the Stjornkona descended. It remained calm for a period of time, long enough for the state of calm to be considered usual and expected, long enough for most to grow bored staring into it's infinity of blue.

Roughly fifty feet from the Stjornkona, another ripple appeared. It was caused, once, by seemingly nothing. Again Lake Vitality grew still.

Consisting primarily of subtropical lowlands, Senusret boasts three large freshwater lakes and a scattering of palm covered plateaus. Resulting from irregular orbit, a large desert covers a third of the planet, home to the highest point of elevation.

Plateau Giana

1 posts · 0 characters present · last post 11 hr 27 min ago »

         Roosiline watched as the shooting star aimed to land on the lake far beyond from where she gazed. Her heart stopped for a moment - strangers had landed on the planet. Strangers who had never visited here before, and with them strange energies.

The lake sent a whisper.

Roosiline grinned ear to ear. It seemed there were new Gods looking onto this place. She hoped they found the natural wonders here sufficient for their needs. Gods could not walk here, on Senusret, for the energy of the planet was too much like them. The last God who tried... well. The wild haired woman chucked to herself, thinking about talking fish.

Lake Vitality was a common favorite of many Gods, sending their greatest warriors and minds to be restored- if they survived the journey here. If a God wanted to appear on this planet without melting into it, they usually channeled themselves here. Most ordinarily in the form of a woman. Sometimes, a woman bearing a sword.

Lake Kroiter wasn't what it appeared to be, despite being crystal clear, and that's all Roosiline or any of the others of Senusret would care to say on the subject.

The lake sent another whisper. Roosiline turned on her heel and the beads in her hair clacked.
She had things to do, now.

The highest point of elevation on the planet, it is notoriously difficult to get to the top. Rumored to be home to a temple dedicated to teaching Multiversal Energy Arts.

Pagourano Spaceport

74 posts · 2 characters present · last post 12 hr 7 min ago »

         Gromp had been gone for far too long, which was troublesome. The likes of gnomes were the least likely to go missing in the wilds of Xamoyos what with all the monsters and creatures with big-ass teeth and-

rrRRRrmpCHCK Norg Fungona revved off his motorbike and hopped off. His heavy boots barely made a sound on the packed snow as he stomped his way up and through the entrance to the spaceport.

"Whas'r a convention 'er someshit?" Norg said louder than he meant to. Where the hell did all these people come from, and what business did they have here? Had someone started a tourism business over night, and how come he wasn't in on a piece of that pie? And where was Gromp to rake it in on gun sales?

Norg let out a low, long, whistle as he took in the viking ship. A slight breeze ruffled the furs of his hood and tickled his ear. Norg twitched at the itch, then noticed another vessel with people coming out of it. Incoming in the background was yet another ship - this one seemed to be a shipping carrier of some variety.

Despite not being the largest and well hidden, the sounds of what few ships arrive and depart echo throughout the surrounding peaks & down into Dracos Valley. Thankfully Pagourano is relatively quiet despite.

The Fantasia Galaxy

12 posts · 0 characters present · last post 1 day 3 hr ago »

         The Stjorndrekr drifted slowly through outer Space, entering the Fantasia Galaxy after traversing through millions and millions of light-years and light-miles of gas clouds and dark matter at the speed of cosmic sound, with some assistance from Gaian magic. This small but magnificent space-faring dragon ship was one of three twin vessels or sister ships. Whereas the Stjornhestr returned to Bastion IV, and the Stjornkona headed for Dedelion, the legendary Stjorndrekr had left the galaxy completely and the Empyrean Norsemen on board had just set a record for being the crew and passengers of the most distant Gaian Norse vessel in the universe. The reason why the Empyrean Norsemen had traveled so far, along with the Sjoalfar who accompanied them was still a mystery. But it had taken weeks, months, even a few years for the Stjorndrekr to arrive as it drifts quietly through the Fantasia Galaxy, undetectable by radio, satellite, computer, phone, radar, or most forms of communication as the Stjorndrekr had no electricity and gave off very little if any signature, being only 1/3rd the size of most other transport buses, enterprises and shuttle ships. Although the Stjorndrekr had its own on board built-in ecosystem, 13 escape shuttles and an arsenal of weapons and armour capable of engaging in intergalactic warfare with a crew of 500 or more Vikings, it resembled a classic sea-faring Viking longship, with a sci-fi/steampunk twist, being moderate or humble in size but decoratively elaborate in appearance as it descended towards the Talmora System, making no sound whatsoever as it continued its most linear trajectory to one of the furthest points in the local universe. The dragon-prowed longship gave off no light of its own, only reflecting the distant stars with its silver and gold manufacturing as it hovered quietly, sailing through Fantasia.

A swirl of a galaxy filled with curious places, sparsely explored and easy to get lost in.

The Milky Way

280 posts · 21 characters present · last post 1 day 4 hr ago »

         The Stjorndrekr would float effortlessly in unison beside the Stjornkona, also emerging from the Sirius star system parallel to the first Viking ship, an almost identical twin replica of the Stjornhestr, except that the bow of the Stjornkona had the figure of a sea maiden, while the Stjorndrekr had a dragon prow more similar to older classical Viking longships.

The Vikings had arrived from their long journey, which started on the Empyrean Sea Beach, a small island on planet Gaia, deep within the Sirius star system. But this is where they would part ways, for as the Stjornkona split ways through the Norma Arm, heading for Dedelion, its sister ship the Stjorndrekr headed deeper into the Milky Way, drifting silently towards deeper Space as it discreetly left the galaxy.

The Milky Way Galaxy is a large barred spiral galaxy that is approximately 100,000 light years in diameter, and contains over 400 billion stars, of which about 17 billion are Earth-sized.

Norma Arm

68 posts · 5 characters present · last post 2 days 11 hr ago »

         The Stjornkona silently explores the local spur as it drifts through the Arm of Norma, coming from the Sirius star system deep within. The Stjornkona resembled a magical Viking ship as it made its way through the chain of stars, heading for Dedelion.

One of the innermost arms of the Milky Way, the Norma Arm is rich with habitable worlds and cultures.

Sirius

11 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2 days 11 hr ago »

         The Stjornkona glides silently through the Sirius star system, passing the two bright suns and the dead star as it drifted slowly into deeper space, heading for Norma's Arm.

Norma Arm Sirius Owner: Remæus

A vast system with multiple planets, two suns, as well as a large dead star

Empyrean High Seas

96 posts · 22 characters present · last post 2 days 11 hr ago »

         The Stjornkona drifts aimlessly over the Empyrean High Seas, arriving from the beach and heading into deeper open waters, rocking and rolling against the massive heavy waves as it disappears over the vast distant watery horizon.

The Empyrean Sea rolls almost violently with massive waves of emerald which attempt to take any ship down beneath to meets its never-ending depths. It had claimed many a venturing vessel but one has conquered the Empyrean Sea and was made legend.

Weargtooth Mountains

80 posts · 4 characters present · last post 1 week 4 hr ago »

         As the Legata stepped out from behind the wall of shields, dressed in full regalia and holding the Argosian banner, the skittish warriors in tattered wolf-skins stopped gorging on the food dishes in front of them and scuttled backwards away from her, grabbing their spears and seaxes while still seated on the ground, looking up at her from a fairly safe distance.

"Ég geri þetta tilboð bara einu sinni. Haraldur konungur er misheppnaður konungur, hann leiðir þig í fátækt og dauða!" She said after removing her gas mask and planting the flag into the ground in full display before them. The ulfhednar stared blankly up at Livia without moving, as if confused and still attempting to understand her words, despite her speaking clearly enough that Reginarus could overhear her and understand perfectly.

"Vertu með mér, og þú munt verða klæddur og mettur. Fjölskyldur þínar munu vera öruggar og lönd þín munu dafna." She cried out once more, causing the 10 ulfhednar to glance side to side at one another. One of the warriors peered over his shoulder to the dead bodies and incapacitated wolf-shirted Vikings behind him before looking back up at the Argosian leader.

"Þú þarft aðeins að borða af þessari rót og krjúpa fyrir þessum fána." Livia said, offering the small group of sickly survivors a clear ultimatum. "Reyndu mig, og dauðinn mun skjótt koma yfir þig og allt sem þú veist." She assured, but her threats and promises fell on deaf ears as the skinny warriors dropped their food and slowly stood up, one of them spitting his chewed up pork on the ground while another one brushed himself off.

They started to chuckle and laugh, shaking their heads in disbelief. King Harald was not a bad person at all, at least in their eyes. He wasn't responsible for the famine and poverty in Iskjerne Bay, but on the contrary, Harald Fairhair had liberated them from the civilized foreigners and oppressive invaders, and had actually restored Norse paganism and Iskjerne Viking traditions among the people. As far as the ulfhednar were concerned, they were defending their kingdom willingly as freemen, and actually it was Livia and her foreign invaders who were responsible for everything.

"I have idea," one of the ulfhednar said as he wiped the drool from his beard, speaking in the common tongue. "Why don't you go piss a fuck!" He shouted, kicking dirt at the blanket of food on the ground between them. His words were hard to make out, but it was obvious that he was trying to insult her. The other Vikings in the small wolf band laughed for a moment as some of them started howling at the sky again. Soon, more howling noises could be heard echoing over the mountains around them. Somewhere in the rocks and crags, there were still more ulfhednar who hadn't yet been immobilized, and who were still prepared to fight.

Just then, someone else stepped out from behind the shield wall and limped ahead of the troops slowly, standing beside Livia and glaring at the ulfhedinn's before them, using his makeshift wooden crutch to keep himself propped up. Removing the white shawl from around his neck and revealing his braided beard adorned with traditional Viking beard beads, Reginarus gazed at the ulfhednar with cold cruel eyes, the scars on his face and forehead betraying the hardened gaze of a warrior who wasn't messing around.

"I am Ragnar Lothbrok," he said quietly, wincing in pain, but causing some of the ulfhednar in front of him to simmer down and focus on the partially disabled centurion who was addressing them. "Ég er Ragnar Lothbrók, sonur Sigurðar Hringr!" He shouted, this time in their native Norse language, causing all of them to shut up and look at him with mild attentiveness. "Ko lort. Ragnar Lothbrok er død, fortabt på havet." One of the Danish ulfhedinn's remarked. After all, most of the Danish Vikings had already heard of Ragnar Lothbrok's exploits, and everyone believed he had drowned at sea or been captured and executed during one of his raids.

"Jeg var fortabt til søs, ja, fanget og tortureret af kong Aella, det er sandt, hvad du har fået at vide." Reginarus responded back, this time in his own native Danish dialect, causing all of the Viking wolf band to become more attentive. "En ég dó ekki... mér var bjargað, af henni." Reginarus said calmly, pointing to Livia with his sword before pointing his blade towards the ulfhednar. "Hún getur bjargað þér líka, ef þú leyfir henni... En þú verður að bregðast hratt við. Þú hefur borðað eitur... Hún heldur lækningunni... Þitt val." Reginarus said calmly, explaining the situation to them.

"Þetta er bragð. Það er galdur. Sannaðu að þú sért sá sem þú segist vera," one of the wolf-shirted Vikings demanded, urging his fellowmen not to fall for any more tricks. Reginarus nodded quietly, looking over to Livia and glancing back at the shield wall behind them before dropping his crutch and proceeding to remove his armor. Reginarus would remove his breastplate and neck protector, along with his shoulder plates and arm guards, before taking off his shirt and exposing his completely bare upper torso, covered in scars and tattoos that only a Viking could understand.

Upon seeing the scars and Ragnar's very unique personal tattoos, the ulfhednar suddenly dropped their weapons, lifting their hoods back to reveal their own weary faces as they fell to their knees, lowering their heads before him. He put his shirt back on and glanced at Livia again as one of the ulfhedinn's cupped his hands over his mouth and made some kind of animal sound, almost like a wooping noise, calling out to the rest of the wolf clan. Within seconds, dozens of ulfhednar appeared standing on the ridgeline above the passage way, to the left and right, looking down at the Argosian army from up above. There were about 100 of them in all, including the other 10 who stood before them. Every one of them was dressed the same, holding spears or throwing axes and standing casually at attention, wearing wolf-skinned hoods.

Reginarus would glance around at all of the ulfhednar surrounding him, his cold blue eyes reflecting with a bit of joyful admiration at just how many of them there actually were. As he finished putting his armor back on, Reginarus smiled at Livia and leaned over to pick up his crutch, turning around and limping back towards the wall of shields. "Dederunt in... Nunc te audient." Reginarus said, patting Livia on the shoulder gently before returning to his men behind the front line. He had just conquered every single one of their wolf-coated enemies without even putting up a fight.

It was clear that Reginarus would become an important asset to the Argosian Empire during their campaign into Iskjerne Bay, as the partially disabled centurion used his wooden crutch to limp back into position amongst his Argosian comrades, Gnaeus the signifer to his right, Auletes the decanus to his left as the ulfhednar started descending down from the rockface behind the other ten who had been poisoned. The first ten then slowly approached the Legata, leaving their weapons on the ground behind them and kneeling before the flag, looking up at Livia, this time with more respect.

White capped and stretching across the entirety of the north of Ellaria, the climate is arctic. There are many coves and valleys.

Decrepit Graveyard

24 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2022-09-16 18:00:57 »

         "Perhaps," Mourning spoke with a voice like gravel, inching closer to the tea party of bone and peculiarity.

Perhaps if they had experienced death, or have ever been honored in the Shrine of Shrines, perhaps they would remember meeting the monk. Perhaps if they'd attended the Ball of Chaos, now a wisp of a memory lesser than a distant scream to Mourning, they would recognize the hooded figure.

Mourning did, in fact, have one of those faces. After so much time serving the darkness and tending to the worship of many, many gods, identity beyond the task was lost on Mourning. Mourning was exactly what they were. Beneath the hood the monk's face was the vision of distress. Deep lines and a brow furrowed at constant framed eyes wet with tears that would never and could never fall.

Because of this, Mourning was especially interested in the little name-trick the monk had just witnessed. It was true: humans without access to their true names and identity had a tendency towards insanity (and worse). There was a tickle of familiarity in the words No-Longer-Alice-But-Now-(probably)-Meriot-John spoke.

A decrepit graveyard long overtaken by the surrounding forest.

Military Encampment

8 posts · 1 characters present · last post 2022-09-09 18:45:56 »

         A gust of wind kicked up the dust around the encampment.

If you're here, you probably shouldn't be.

Masazula

RA-619 Masazula Owner: Remæus

A large blue star, orbited by a few planets, some of which have life.

Alpha Base

6 posts · 1 characters present · last post 2022-09-01 14:02:06 »

         This facility, hidden under a mountain, was scarcely active outside of it's own perimeter.
Nothing really ever happened inside, either, except for the occasional clicking and muted beeping of various room-filling machines.

A young man sits behind a small monitor in a room, sitting there watching as the computer goes through a display of a 3-D sort of image, roughly made out of intersecting lines, when a red sphere starts to grow, quickly swelling to encompass the .
He sits there stunned for a moment.
He grabs a wired phone off of his desk, and shakily punches in a series of numbers. The phone rings three times, then responds.
"Sywell speaking. What is it?" a tired voice intones, as the tech sits there for a second, then stammering, speaks rapidly. "Uh, sir, this is Saturn-44 monitor tech zero-forty-four-fifty-nine-two-one-two-six, and I just detected a peak. What really makes it weird is that it's from this facility, and, uh, well, it looks like space has fallen dead around Klendath. Time isn't advancing around us. At all. Nothing is happening."
The voice on the other end of the phone is silent for a moment, then asks, "When was the last activity, just before the peak?"
The response is more hesitant, but still continues. "Well, uh, we get peaks all the time, as that's the only thing that we can perceive, but the machine has detected a specific lack of activity until now, as it can 'see' things that we can't. Uh, activity before was on Klendath, too. It says it was somewhere in the desert roughly... uh, roughly 1 MRT ago. I think it was the races."
"And what does that mean?"
"Well."
"What does it mean, zero-forty-four?"
"It means that Klendath could be alone. I mean, there's always a chance something could happen, but we can't know. This thing doesn't have pre-cognition, just incredibly fast responses, at least to us. It's... really hard to explain the implications, but this could be... well, this could be the last time that we perceive time."
"I don't get it."
"OK, look. Let's say that something happens with those new people, those coalition folk or something. The computer would detect activity in roughly that area, but not what it was or what it could mean. It just tells when an event happens, and the time that we don't perceive in between activities. I say time loosely, that's what MRT and DRT mean. I think the longest time we can even hazard a guess is a YRT. You know what that means, I'll move on. So, when the 'time' increases, the likelihood of an event happening decreases. That could be bad, as it could result in event death. There are hundreds of dead locales around the multiverse, including one incredibly close to us, which I don't think we've explored yet, but I would look into that. We don't want our locale to die, because when the likelihood of new activity comes, we could be forgotten. Slowly we would start to fade, and then eventually the Oberon empire would be... well. Nothing."
"Jesus. What can we do?"
"Pray that whatever makes these things happen stays on our side and continues activity. So I think we should start doing something. Something that could attract attention, and maybe gather whatever's left that isn't faded together. Oh, and put out more detection probes."
"Fuck. Well. Fuck. I guess we better start up the exploration program again. And maybe get your division funded. I'll start right now. Call me if anything pops up."
"Yes-"
The phone line goes dead. The monitor tech puts the phone back in its place, then gets up, walking through the entirely empty room, filled with cubicles occupied by none. He walks up a short stairwell onto a circle-shaped catwalk slightly elevated from the rest of the room, and turns on a monitor at it's center. "Here we go." The tech whispers to himself, as the CRT monitor turns on, so does a massive wall depicting the explored parts of space for the Oberon, depicting both the gray dead zones and the red active zones, few as they were.
The computer marks the most recent active zones, one of which was off the map. Somewhere in the Milky Way galaxy, and before that somewhere in the Andromeda galaxy, all dated around 2 MRT and 3 MRT, respectfully.
"Here goes nothing."

A military base hidden in the side of a large rock formation, going deep into the ground. Two Mobile Infantry soldiers observe from a watch tower.

Klendath

6 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2022-07-26 21:46:09 »

         Klendath was by no means a great place to live, so the many residents of the otherwise barren planet made the best of what they had.

One of these methods of entertainment most often used by the people were competitions of skill, and one of the competitions played out on a small mesa just south of Oscar Colony, with several dozen competitors gathering with their tread bikes in preparation for a race. The reward wasn't much, but many people travelled to watch and participate, simply because of the fact that it was something to do.

The competitors all had their bikes in a line behind a wooden fence that would fall, in a fashion not dissimilar to dirt bike racing. The bikes were all heavily varied, with many seemingly made from scrap.

The crowd were gathered, with some sitting in chairs, although many more were simply sitting in the on the dirt. Since the sun was setting, they didn't need the usual tarp covers to protect them from the usual extreme heat, and there was a mixture of torches and electric lights to illuminate the track.
The track itself was a winding, bumpy, and uneven trail, bordered with an assortment of metal and wooden boxes, barrels, and markers.

The track was overseen by several Rangers, men and women in tan tunics with grey chevrons on the shoulders and chest. They were all carrying a weapon of some sort, with mostly short iron bars, although one or two had a pistol made of pipe.

One of the Rangers steps forward, and raises a hand with a small revolver in it. He counts down, and the racers all rev their engines, and on a single shot, start off down the track.

The main inhabited planet of Glendathu, and the home planet of the Oberon.

Charybdian Shores

7 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2022-07-14 18:08:11 »

         
Hohenthrine
Bathe
New Sanctuary system,
(YF-43NG5)
Charybdian Shores
Broken Compass constellation
domain of the Free Republic of Bathe

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The city of Hohenthrine straddled an enormous river that descended from the mountains, where the Concordite koelonei* kept themselves sequestered from the Edenite citizens of Bathe’s sprawling capital and heartland provinces. Here sixteen million Edenites, themselves from every homeworld across this side of the Veil, toiled to chisel the capital planet of the Charybdian Federation from the wilds of the planet.

Nearly a century ago, when the imperiate* occupiers had been overthrown and massacred, Bathe was barely a lighting station for the Aschen navy, the planet’s population little more than a slave race for the military. Now, the rotting hulk of a monolithic Reverence carrier lay strewn across the plains beyond the city, a reminder to the power that the “Charybdians” as they had began to be called possessed: even the mightiest empire could be felled by the free peoples of the free Garden.

Few of the Gardenites that had been alive during the Incursion were still around today, save for some of the soldiers that had liberated the planet and decided, finally, that they had stomached enough war. It was them who had broken the first ground for the colonization and resettlement of the planet, free from Aschen imperialism that had suffocated life for centuries.

The city had grown from sparse hab-modules to a sprawling metropolis, gone were the days of rationing and toiling for off-world production: the citizens of Bathe worked for themselves, owned what they built and fed themselves and their family from the rich bounties of a Garden planet.

For Nizarm Dustarin, the governor of a Concordite retranch* on the roads up into the mountain, the decision to grant the Edenites home-rule status, unencumbered by colonial administration, had deeply stung his family’s coffers. As he sat in the back of the old Glatistant sedan, he studied the buildings that lined the main roads to the city center and the spaceport.

While he was a grown man now, he remembered those decades ago, so long ago now, when the Impferi ruled and sought to eradicate his people’s life and culture from the face of the planet. All the weak Edenite collaborateurs that kneeled to lick the boot, while their strong died in the mountains of the planet alongside his father and older brother.

To say that Nizarm Dustarin harbored revanchist views (by definition of the Federate government’s Antistabilia Radicalismus) was an understatement. He enjoyed the vivid daydreams he had of burning this city to the ground, purging the Edenite filth that had festered like a cancer and perverted the toils of his father and the other Greats of the Veil. They had liberated this space from the degenerate Lingarus civilization that had sucked the very blood from the cosmos, and now it was just another refuge for the pathetic masses that came swarming to the Garden for salvation.

-


The government buildings in the center of Hohenthrine were a complex of squat, low buildings. This was from the days of even before the Aschen invasions, when orbital strikes were used against population centers indiscriminately by terrorists. Now, they were an odd architectural feature in a city that didn’t seem to be concerned with such threats. It was an odd sight that the younger Holland found himself fascinated by, as he stood outside the great offices where his father, Nizarm Holland, was meeting with the planet’s government.

Nizarm Holland had met with the government in representation of the Gardenite settlements out along the frontier of the continent. The Charybdians, in some might say their classic Edenite hubris, had drawn themselves back into the tangle of alliances that dominated the Shore Planets and the Local Region, particularly in regard to the central government in Langara, the reviled Aschen Empire.

” - the question of what is to be done with the arms once we are liberated, in finality, from Langaran aggression, is still a question for the peoples of the Shore Planets - but that is only a question for after we draw the last fang from those despicable peoples.”


Tobin Krahl was a party chief, the sjef of the Jovian mecha-laborers that breathed life into Bathe from their nano-forges and factorums. A former Apparatus marine, many knew from the v-screens and extranet of the Jovian’s open aggression against the Langaran central government.

While the Nizarm had fought through the Insurgencies himself, he remembered only one thing of those distant days in far away stars …

There were mad men on every side.


“And just what is to, finally, as you say, defang this enemy?” Holland’s voice was tough, but lined with a more civil mind and approach. This was a boon for him amongst the Gardenite landsers in the mountains and forests, he was less of an trusler for the “lesser races”, and particularly more useful in the work of government. “All you need do is accord with the pact: we are comrades, after all, but you must aware an ally that we will destroy billions, trillions even, of innocent lives.”

Rada Maric finally spoke then, only raising a hand from her seat at the council table. Eight other Edenite statesmen were arranged at the table in the center of the room, with the Nizarm standing across from them. “Tobin knows that we will hand him over to authorities the moment any of his thugs are even seen by the Exogarden … the Langaran’s petty empire is still a threat, but we can not let some Supremacist holdouts bring us into a fervor. Don’t forget, Sjef Krahl, I’ve recently spoken with some fellows in the Directorate who have been quite interested in speaking with you.”

Holland stiffened his back just slightly at the mention of the Coalition’s shadowy intelligence agency that had reigned throughout the universe as if from a time even before the Garden. While Tobin seemed silenced, Holland spoke again, this time to the Secretary General of the Charybdian Confederation. “You’re in discussion with the Counter-Balance? How do you know they aren’t leading you in-tune to the Langarus, who need another war to prop up their failed empire?”

“With your Concordians producing weapons domestically, the Mission’s reduced influence will provide us the atmosphere to secure the Confederation’s integrity.” Maric responded, soon rising from her own seat. Though she was shorter than the Concordite nizarm, she met his gaze intently. “We’re all well aware of your koelonei’s policy on the manufacture of weapons for standing armed forces: but given the situation, and the fact that the Imperial government would as soon purge you from the very planet, either before or after us, it would be in the interest of everyone in the territories of the Confederation to cooperate, no?”

Before Holland had responded, the door behind him opened. Off his shoulder to his left, he recognized the narrow features of Nizarm Dustarin, a fellow statesmen of the Concordite houses that ruled the Bathean hinterlands. One of the Terrans, President Johnne Rodre, leaned back in his seat briefly, running a hand over his face. “Oh, finally. I was wondering when the bad cop was going to get here.”

Nizarm Dustarin,” Rada began, giving a dismissive gesture of her hand to the arriving Gardenite. “I was just discussing with your fellow nizarm about the opportunities for the states of the Confederation to better defend themselves.”

“And probably stuffed full of the noble garden warrior,” Dustarin said bluntly, a second man behind him carrying an haptipak, the small holo-box projector dropping to the floor at his feet. “Though I’ll be glad to inform my fellow artifexes of the Confederation that the problem concerning our ability to arm ourselves in the face of imperiate aggression has been solved.”

With the boast, images began streaming from the holobox: hundreds of kilometers west, across an ocean that separated two of Bathe’s continents was an industrial heartland that had been a warzone between competing Red Halo clans, a thorn in the side of the Confederation since the earliest days of the post-war government. “I’ve managed to solidify Exogarden control of industrial zones on the planet. The government on Langara will recognize the free will of our planets at gunpoint, even if they hope to simply starve us out in their next attack.”

There were a few quiet moments amongst the other members of the council, while Holland turned quietly to his fellow Gardenite. He spoke over his shoulder, and under his breath, to Dustarin. “We can not build an army for them to fight our old wars.

“Spare me the aged statesmen wisdom, our only mistake was not leaving Langara a smoldering asteroid field.” Dustarin replied softly back, his words masked by a charming smile back to the members of the council as they seemed to react with some excitement.

“T-Fed can have supply orders of the old Apparatus WARPACs for immediate production,” Johnne Rodre, the President of the Terran Federation, gave a firm nod. Several of the other Confederation attendees were quickly speaking themselves.

“The spacers don’t need the Imperial navy meddling in the industry any more, try and glass us out when there’s a battleship up against you!” The Jovian Sjef bellowed, a hand raising up.


“Don’t worry, testver, the Edenites will always squabble amongst themselves. Then it’s just you, me and the clans in the hills that have to make sure they burn everything down.” Dustarin said with a low tone, an almost bubbling laugh of conceit coming from him.


*Gardenite koelonei: Sections of the Gardenite landser social classes live in sequestered population centers from the native populations of the Local Region
*Concordite retranch: Retranch protectorates are Scatterran-styled petty kingdoms and states that were some of the founding population centers of Bathe and the Shore Planets
* Aschen imperiate: The central government of a supremacist empire that ethnically purged Gardenite and Edenite communities in the Local Region during a conflict of the Home Insurgencies

A bright cloud nestles against the great, darkening maw of the Charybdis Veil.

Ellarian Tartarean Coast

19 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2022-07-13 15:07:53 »

         Frendor Falcon-Wind waves to the Viking fleet

North Coast of Ellaria

Hearthwater Channel

6 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2022-07-13 15:07:53 »

         A violet glimmer descent upon the waters of Hearthwater Channel for an entire day, before dissipating out north to sea.

Hearthwater Channel, the largest body of crystal clear fresh water found in all of the Alneh Sanctum, is home to the widest variety of wish, crustacean, reptile, and animal life as a whole. It is here that the race known as the Reshar...

Lifegiver Grotto

11 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2022-07-13 13:56:59 »

         Frendor Falcon-Wind listens carefully for signs of life

At the very center of the widest section of the deepest depths of Hearthwater Channel, there grew a magnificent tree, ripping from the surface of the waterway an impressive two hundred feet. However, well below the water, it grew all the way to the bottom

Taiyou Imperial Palace

44 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2022-06-13 14:05:40 »

         William would wait only a moment for the emperor to give his permission, before proceeding to activate the device. Shortly after, a display would form over the mirror, expanding outward to give a view of a galaxy, with all its myriad lights and stars.

And here, William grew very grim, he slowly expanded the image of the supposed galaxy, zooming in closer and closer to an individual light, getting closer and closer until finally, the image rendered an object. A small crystalline vessel, surrounded by the flowing lines and symbols indicative of sigil craft and driven by a number of relatively small flames, projected from arcane circles erected around the vertices of the crystalline structure.

William then began to zoom out again, until once more the image appeared that of a galaxy equal in size to that of this one. William was silent during this entire display, but the implication was all over his face. Only after he had returned to the original image encompassing the whole of the invasion force, did he speak. "As I stated previously, your majesty, Knadan Orta may seem foolish to you, but when one possesses power equal to this, one may be afforded such an image."

"And I am afraid that this is not the extent of his force, but merely a preliminary assault force. Ortaen doctrine follows a very cautious pattern, that leaves many of it's soldiers alive far longer than they might have any right to. First they will introduce an probing team consisting of a handful of strike carriers, whose purpose is only to gauge reactions and adaptation. Then, a preliminary invasion force is sent to judge the ability of an enemy to withstand all out assault."

William then expanded the image out yet further, revealing a curious, galactic cloud behind the original, as if several hundred galaxies were overlapping and conjoining with each other. "...It is not inaccurate to say, your majesty, that to fight Asylia is to make enemies of all the stars in the sky."

Nerve Center of the Taiyou Government, and home to the Imperial Family.

The Unglauss

25 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2022-06-12 18:29:11 »

         Cassardi responded to Symm's aggressive engagement with redirection. She stepped to one side at the moment his shield impacted hers, using the momentum from the strike to spin on the ball of her left foot, dancing out of the way of his sword strike while bringing her short spear towards his back.

Her intention was to make use of his momentum and drive him forward, throwing him off balance and onto his stomach. The action would be short, simple, and straight forward.

An Asylian Mjolnir Class Strike Carrier, designed for high risk missions to high threat targets. The Unglauss has only ever had one commander, Ilia Thauce.

Shrine of Shrines

127 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2022-06-04 01:59:06 »

         Mourning shifted into the shadow behind a half-crumbled pillar- formerly destroyed by a manifestation. As Mourning departed from the Shrine of Shrines, the echo of a sob ricocheted off the stones. The dusts of the space hadn't been disturbed. There were no footprints left behind.

A large building ascended towards the sky, set off from the rest of the Hollow. It was the Shrine of Shrines, hosting a homage to deities of darkness.

Sector 848652

2 posts · 1 characters present · last post 2022-05-31 17:24:18 »

         /say It emerged from the rubble, finding itself in a dense area with no signs of life. It heard noises in the background, but it mostly ignored them. This place should be interesting....

None

Ten-Shi Zaibatsu Tunnels

8 posts · 1 characters present · last post 2022-05-26 04:53:00 »

         Hoargraskr slipped through the mysterious portal, a slithering shadow in the dank night of the Ten-Shi Zaibatsu Tunnels. This was a far different place than before. There was no looming oppression of Eras. No magical embrace, however restrictive, of Gaia. Here there was no telling what could happen. What fate would befall Niihama? A Titan had arrived.

Ten-Shi Zaibatsu Tunnels

Oor Cavern

21 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2022-05-26 04:44:04 »

         
The plan of the Iskjerne Vikings seemed to be working as the Taiyou welcoming party fell for their disguise. But as Rulav the Rus and his comrades in Argosian uniform led their mock captives into the Oor Cavern chamber, suddenly the portal gate closed and sealed behind them, cutting Ubbe and Hvitserk off from their 122 reinforcements on the other side. In just seconds, Ubbe Ragnarsson had lost 2/3rds of his army. He contemplated silently as the 8 Vikings disguised as Praetorians continued to march in disguise, unsure of the dangers which lie before them in Niihama's underground tunnels. Ubbe was planning a full-on assault against the Taiyou soldiers in front of him. But now he was outnumbered and outgunned, as 2/3rds of his remaining forces were virtually unarmed. Victory in the Oor Cavern was beginning to look dim, and although none of the Vikings broke their disguise, they knew that their plan had been foiled.

The next few minutes seemed like an eternity as 36 or more Taiyou soldiers armed with heavy machine guns and standard issued Seburo C30 assault rifles kept their weapons drawn and pointed at the small assembly. They seemed more focused on the chain gang of shirtless Viking prisoners than on the eight Praetorian soldiers who were bringing them in. Rulav, Rurik, Ubbe and Hvitserk stood at the front of the line, as four more Vikings in Argosian attire stood at the rear, walking in behind the gang of prisoners with nanosteel spears pointed at their backs, pretending to poke at them from behind. Ubbe glanced at the yunboro and its 20mm autocannon as it turned and pointed at him before slowly trailing off and swiveling away from him, apparently fooled by his disguise. It was a close call, but Ubbe kept his composure and pressed forward, looking at the middle aged man in the green uniform. He nudged Rulav quietly without breaking formation. Rulav kept his head straight and his eyes gazing forward, yelling at his contubernia to halt.

Rulav brought his right fist up to the central left side of his chest and bowed his head to the man in front of him, peering at him from behind the visor of his helmet. "Anata wa okurete imasu," the man said with a cold tone, his hands folded behind his back. Rulav hadn't the faintest idea what the man was saying, but he gathered by the man's tone and body language that he was being scrutinized for taking so long. Of course, the real reason for the Praetorian's tardiness was because they were all dead. The real Argosians had never reported back, their frozen corpses still decorating the fields of Iskjerne Bay as the real Decanus lay headless in the snow. Rulav's disguise appeared to be working as the middle aged man with the mustache spoke to him directly, mistaking him for the actual leader of their party.

"Watashi no fune wa machi de nani ga okotta no ka o hōkoku shimashita, watashi wa kanzen'na hōkoku o shitaidesu, anata no regato~usu wa shinryaku no tame ni guntai o atsumeru tame ni Arugosu ni mukete settei shimashita." the man said quickly, turning on his heel as he spoke. Rulav swallowed quietly. Not one word the man spoke was familiar to him, or any of the Vikings in Argosian uniform as they stood at attention, pretending to understand. To Ubbe and his crew, it all sounded like senseless jibberish, but the man just kept talking as if expecting them all to understand him. They were all dressed as Argosians after all.

"Watashi wa anata o Arugosu ni tsureteiku junbi ga dekite iru paddo no ue ni fune o motte imasu." the man continued. At that moment, Ubbe and his men gripped their bulletproof shields tightly, maintaining their positions. Rurik slowly reached down to grasp the hilt of the gladius he had sheathed behind his shield. It seemed that the Vikings had gotten themselves into a heap of trouble, and the lack of understanding was beginning to make them tense. But just as it seemed they were about to fight, Rulav spoke, answering the man in what little Taiyou he could understand.

"Hai," Rulav said, nodding his head.

The middle aged man then turned to lead them through the large concrete corridors. Rulav glanced to Ubbe and Hvitserk for a brief second before leading his contubernia forward. It was clear from their expressions that the Vikings were nervous, but that was to be expected. They had showed up rather late to check-in, but fortunately the battle at Iskjerne Bay had provided them with a fairly decent excuse, and the 20 prisoners they had brought with them had made up for their lack of responsibility. For now. Rulav and his praetorians marched diligently into the corridors, where more Taiyou soldiers were waiting with guns. They watched as one of the soldiers used a keycard to open a steel door, then followed as the man with the mustache led them into the next hall.

Ubbe and Hvitserk took a mental note of everything they observed and witnessed as they continued down the hallway, following General Hama to the large cargo elevator. There they encountered even more Taiyou soldiers and armed guards as General Hama opened the shaft and stepped on to the platform. They were getting closer now to the surface, but it was already too late to go back. In just a few minutes, King Harald Fairhair was about to pull the remaining Vikings out of the caves and blow up the entire cave entrance. Ubbe and his men knew at that very moment that there was no going home. At least not back the same way that they had came. They were committed now, and would have to make due with what little support they had as Rulav stepped in behind General Hama, leading his guerilla warriors on to the platform as they stepped inside the elevator shaft.

But just when it seemed that the Vikings couldn't get more screwed, something else happened. The elevator platform wasn't big enough for all of them to enter at one time. To their dismay, the Vikings, already severely divided, were about to become even more divided as Rulav had no choice but to divide their forces in half. They were going to have to make two trips to the surface. Half of them were going to have to wait below with the Taiyou guards while the other half accompanied General Hama to the helipad. With a few, very quickly spoken commands, Rulav ordered half of the praetorians and Viking prisoners to stay behind and wait for the next elevator. Hvitserk grabbed the skeleton key from his belt and started unlocking the chains as Ubbe and Rurik forcefully began grabbing some of the prisoners by their arms and pushing them on to the platform, occasionally spitting on them or hurling insults, threatening to kill them if they didn't comply. Rulav, Rurik, Ubbe and Hvitserk then accompanied General Hama along with 10 of their prisoners, while the remaining four Praetorians guarded the other 10 prisoners down below, where they remained always under the watchful eye of the Taiyou armed soldiers while waiting for the next elevator ride up to the surface.

A cavern with a mysterious energy field towards the southern wall. What is that?

Nyrman Pass

15 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2022-05-26 04:43:52 »

         Yuriko 'Omega' Matsui started to move to the north, into the darkness.

A dark tunnel leading somewhere.

Prioi Cavern

17 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2022-05-26 04:43:36 »

         Yuriko 'Omega' Matsui listened to the whisper, and shouted. "Stop toying with me!" She bellowed, as psychokinetic energies flared about, causing the rocks themselves to tremble. Yuriko started northwest into the source of the whispers.

A relatively barren cavern with three exits

Pannig Pass

10 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2022-05-26 04:43:29 »

         Yuriko 'Omega' Matsui had a fairly easy time traversing the terrain given that she was levitating. Jagged rocks, and boulders were moved aside with ease as Yuriko moved closer, flaring brightly with psychic energies now.

A dark, narrow tunnel in the mountains. Every now and then it widens.

Nattshine Cavern

16 posts · 1 characters present · last post 2022-05-26 04:43:09 »

         Hoargraskr again began to slither about the cavern, the sound growing to sound smaller and smaller.

A cavern filled with stalagmites and stalagtites. The sound of running water can be heard from here....

The Plaza

105 posts · 8 characters present · last post 2022-05-16 17:35:21 »

         Michael Lewis sighs, wondering how he got here and how he can leave. He sits down on a bench, with his raven, Peter, next to him. The boy closes his eyes, and waits.

Proxi The Plaza Owner: Vexar

The public gardens. No business is done here. Just a simple place to relax and let time and space roll by.

The Port

138 posts · 9 characters present · last post 2022-05-16 17:35:21 »

         Loki, not wishing to be noticed, slinked through the shadows as the Port slowly came to life. With the leadership of Proxi away, what would become of all the refugees from the lower realms as they filtered their way into the safer bastions of the heavens and beyond?

Alas, more pockets for picking, he thought to himself before vanishing back in the direction from whence he came.

Proxi The Port Owner: Vexar

After making your way through the rounded entrance of the port buildings; you find yourself in a complex series of walkways, pathways, and stairways... A large winged statue grabs your attention.

Eminence

179 posts · 8 characters present · last post 2022-05-07 18:00:59 »

         /say Hello

As you maneuvered closer to the summit, it's shadow swallowed you whole. Towering above you, the peaks pierced midnight into the clear blue sky. Even the ground eluded towards darkness, grasses growing shorter with every one of your steps. The stone mass appeared to have come into existence completely at random, as if a thousand hulking and oddly shaped boulders fell from the heavens. Deep crevices contrasted the wild protrusions of rock, it was truly a wild and mysterious structure.

Kanto Route 11

5 posts · 1 characters present · last post 2022-05-07 17:55:28 »

         /say Hello

This route is full of walkways with grass on the sides. Maintenance crews can sometimes be found working on the power lines, as well as high-rolling Gamblers.

Aperture

109 posts · 5 characters present · last post 2022-05-02 13:54:01 »

         Haze watched the armored man disappear fully into the portal, wondering if he would be okay. She took a hesitant step forwards, glancing at Moonlight and then down at her feet. She walked quicker, reaching out to the crackling portal. As her finger brushed against it, she clenched her eyes shut and drew in a deep breath.

Considerably more cool was the air, it's damp presence in your lungs. Despite the appearance of the crag's outside, the inside was completely hollow. Upwards stretched the ceiling into complete darkness. Why was the interior in entirety not as dark as high above? Curiously enough, you would notice, a strange blue mass did glow at the heart of the structure. What was that glow?

Adventurer's Guild HQ

The HQ for Adventurers across the lands, this place hosts various offices, services, and even holds the Destara Bar on the ground floor. Here is where adventurers can be plotted, adventurers meeting new friends, and quests can be posted.

Genesis

484 posts · 242 characters present · last post 2022-03-30 22:35:29 »

         /look

Once upon a time, in an illustrious land of autumn hues far beyond the sunset is where your tale began. There you stood, in a field bathed in sunlight, waist high grasses browned by summer passed. It was a golden stretch of curiosity, natural and naked made seemingly for your exploration. Over to the west, a crag of dark stone stretched towards the sky. How did you get here? Where did you come from? The wind itself awaits your response.

Naomi's Garden: Kitchen

You have entered the void — a black expanse with absolutely nothing in it.

Naomi's Garden

8 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2022-02-16 19:14:53 »

         Atani Berentes was two bites before finishing her delicious meal when suddenly she felt a ring in her pocket. She had forgotten her errands for the day, and the ring was a reminder to get going again. Without bothering to count for change she threw down some money and hurried from the restaurant.

A beautiful open air garden restaurant with couches, and chickens wandering around. There is a stage and nice music playing.

Colossa

7 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2022-02-03 20:59:16 »

         Erik "the Red" Thorvaldsen and Thodhilda Jorundsdottir had four children named Leiv, Freydis, Thorstein and Thorvald, the last one being named after Erik's father. Hrafn-Floki "the Blind" Ghostslayer and his loyal wife Helga also gave birth to two children of their own, Signe and Ragnar, who would often play together with Erik and Thodhilda's kids on Colossa during their long and peaceful adventures. Halfdan the Black's twisted ankle had healed over time and after he made a full recovery, he assisted Floki in building Colossa's very first Nordic space observatory. Floki would remain blind in both eyes for the rest of his life, but what he lacked in vision, he made up for with experience, knowledge and wisdom. He taught Halfdan the Black and Erik the Red everything he knew about woodworking, shipbuilding, how to read and carve runes, what types of metals, crystal stones and trees to look for when building, and gave them every vocal saga and folkloric myth he could remember from his younger years. Sometimes he paused between lessons and had to sit down, and as time progressed, it slowly became apparent that Floki was losing his mind.

Hrafn-Floki had not aged well. The years of Viking raids and adventures were catching up to him as he got older. Apart from being blind, he was also beginning to suffer the effects of Alzheimer's, a disease which none of the Vikings knew much about, but which they had experienced before. They knew Floki was slowly losing his memories, so his faithful companions did all they could to learn from him as the weeks passed. Helga continued to work on her own expertise, gathering herbs, plants and spices to use for cooking, weaving and medicine. She taught the young girls how to cook and sew, how to make healing potions and remedies that would come in handy as they got older. Erik the Red recounted to his children about the massive space-faring Viking longships he had seen back in his homeland, and encouraged all of his children to grow up strong, brave and intelligent so that perhaps one day, they too could sail the stars and recall epic adventures to their own children.

Moon of Gaia. Small, unremarkable other than that it glows red.

Outer Arm

82 posts · 8 characters present · last post 2022-02-02 20:00:32 »

         The custodian was silent for a moment, a trillion different thoughts condensed into a single moment before he was back around a tiny ship somewhere in the murky seas beyond the Veil. His avatar aboard the Balena was of the typical “ancient civilization”, a bald man draped in a toga that crawled with a strange, ancient script.

”I do not have the might of the Apparatus at my disposal this time, though some of the occupation forces may be requisitioned.”


While VIRGIL organized an adhoc operation in less than a minute, the FTL booster transiting to the Balena was making its own preparations, albeit autonomously. The GXP ship was soon also joined by another as it taxied to the astral gate, the Leagueship Bison. The heavily armed frigate was a blocky distinction from the sleek Balena.

”You are clear to transit the gate, Officers. I am opening communication with the host nation now, as transit to Langara is tightly regulated.”

This narrow region of space is home to the Aschen Empire and fringe Continuum Territory, and rests on the very outermost edge of the Milky Way.

Glendathu

27 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2022-02-02 19:02:37 »

         The automaton studied the polearm, HOMER’s blocky skull tilting just slightly. If the machine had a face, it would have been one twisted into surprise. “Now that is a weapon: I believe the exchange of gifts is integral for communication in this culture!”

Cooper looked at the weapon as well: one of the first things that the Oberon might have noticed about the Gardenites was their size, easily a head and a half taller. Though the Captain was “slim” even in comparison, that meant that the weapon offered was, to put it one way, the perfect size for Cooper. “Old made new, I like it,” He began, taking it in his hands and turning it over slightly this way and that.

Perhaps it was the strange uniform he wore, and the almost perfect stance he kept as he tested the weight of the weapon but only one thing was clear about the mysterious spaceman that had appeared out of the very bowels of the ship: him and his kind were made for war. The automaton, on the other hand, rose a three-pronged hand of its own up as a hologram burst to life of the Coalition sigil, called the suryasta, as the vessel’s quantum communications array reached thousands of lightyears to the planet of Bathe in the Charybdian Shores.

”What a wonderful gift! I’m sure an Interstellar Ranger will have plenty of use for a weapon like this, the Nations will most certainly be pleased!”

The Glendathu star system.

Yukikaze City

36 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2022-02-01 15:02:39 »

         Taylor scans over the controls of his aircraft and then looks out to his sides at the two unfamiliar aircraft escorting him, then asks, "Permission to land, uh... What do I call y'all? Wait- Uh, Requesting Identification for further reference. Low on fuel, I really need a place to land."

He's started sweating, as he feels that what little training he had gone through had no protocol for this. He was over open ocean not two minutes ago, and about to pull in to land on USAC 226. Jesus, where was he? He's never seen anything like this, an utterly alien city. He flinches as a massive holographic advertisement flickers in the sky not too far from him.

Second largest city on Niihama

Foreign Embassy of Freeport

293 posts · 1 characters present · last post 2022-01-30 08:30:16 »

         Maria stepped out of the back room and barked,

"We're going down for a reboot, Francisco. Last customer for the cycle." before spinning on her heel and heading back to the labyrinthine office.

Foreign Embassy Building, for intergalactic and foreign affairs.

Solinus Sea Coastline

548 posts · 33 characters present · last post 2022-01-20 19:28:50 »

         /say Look

A pristine beach covered in smooth white sand, freckles by a few large boulders and dozens of assortments of seashells. The beach looks out across the Solinus Sea, a glittering blue, white-capped promise for any adventure-seeking sailor.

Fuchsia City

122 posts · 13 characters present · last post 2022-01-17 22:30:10 »

         /say eeeeeeee

A humble city consisting of a Pokémon zoo, the Kanto Safari Zone, human residences, and the Fuchsia Gym. The gym is currently run by Janine, a poison type specialist, and her band of look-alike ninjas.

The Savage Peaks

226 posts · 1 characters present · last post 2022-01-14 14:18:58 »

         The sound of whistling came through the mountains. Several kinds of pterosaur flew through the air, their screeching howls echoing across the stony crags. Some ceratopsians graze on the sparse grasses growing along the mountain path.

Craggy peak home to mostly flying beings and recluses. To the north you can hear the hustle and bustle of what sounds like a spaceport.

Pagourano

13 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2022-01-14 14:18:56 »

         Knobby Hearthrend looked up to watch the skyboat streak through the clouds, wondering if this rare traveler brought more trade goods for Pagourano's quaint market. As the gnome pondered, he felt the cold nip of the snow and thought it best to head on.

A cold village nestled in the mountains occupied by gnomes and humans. There is a spaceport hidden in the peak which the village sits in the shadow of, a large wall surrounding.

Sognheim

9 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2022-01-14 14:09:01 »

         A soft, echoing chorus mysteriously answers,

"Sognheim, our grand capital of Gonthar, of Terra. You, traveler, are welcome here."

Sognheim stood strong as the capital of Gonthar. It wasn't a pretty city, nor an elegant city, but it was a proud one that had endured through all manner of war and natural disaster that had found its way to the shores of Gonthar over the generations.

Empyrean Sea Beach

209 posts · 32 characters present · last post 2022-01-11 04:22:26 »

         Days turned into weeks, and after a month of continuous politics, foreign trade and networking, the gnomish commander Cloud Wrestler walked into the prince's chamber one day and reported that the Stjornhestr had returned from a distant planet. Apparently, the ship's entire crew had survived.

The entire kingdom was of course excited to see the return of Jarl Goffre Alvisson and his crew, with Svegdir Staghelm and Borstein the journalist right beside him. King Halfdan the Great welcomed the Stjornhestr's crew of Norse cosmonauts personally, greeting their company dressed formally wearing a royal purple cape with a crown of purest gold. The king congratulated them on their safe journey and presented the jarl and each karl with a golden medal, granting the thralls on their expedition with enough silver pennies to buy their own freedom and change their clothing colors. Halfdan then threw a feast, giving a toast to Jarl Goffre and his shipmates.

The king's royal council wasted little time in collecting Birger's maps, writings, and notebook full of drawings to be copied and made available to them. Halfdan the Great's kingdom was beginning to seem more like an intergalactic empire than a small Norse colony. The Empyrean Sea Beach formed its borders, but the entire island itself was it's capital. King Halfdan then commissioned another quest to the stars. Only this time instead of sending just one starship, the king decided to launch all 3 of them. It was a small armada, but a force to be reckoned with. Initially Goffre Alvisson and his team refused to return to Xamayos, still unnerved by what they had discovered there, but King Halfdan pleaded with Goffre and offered to give the Stjornhestr's crew more supplies, and an even better payout than their first mission. The jarl and his cosmonauts agreed, and soon the Stjornhestr was back on its way to the distant planet of dinosaurs, monsters and megabeasts.

It wasn't long before the smoke from the wildfire on the mainland reached the area where it could be seen from the island. The sea elves reported to King Halfdan that the Argosians had returned to Ellaria and had set the Great Forest ablaze. It wouldn't be long before the forest's native inhabitants came pouring into the shores and asking for sanctuary. King Halfdan was not one to turn them away. His empire was expanding as he gazed out into the great assembly of humans, dwarves, elves, gnomes, and other magical races who had somehow come to serve him. Eventually he knew he would have to make a decision to help their Iskjerne Viking cousins to fight off their oppressors, or to help the Argosian foreigners to conquer Iskjerne Bay in order to expand his own intergalactic trading network.

You arrive at the long beaches of the Empyrean Sea. The waves lap at the land, leaving behind odd trinkets of shells or dried creatures from beneath its great and rolling green waves. There seems to be an island in the distance. If only there was a boat laying near by ...

Grove of Yggdrasill

4 posts · 1 characters present · last post 2022-01-11 03:18:35 »

         "Are you sure it's safe to stop here? There seems to be a fire, and I don't know about staying here.. I may not know much about this place, but it seems like there's a lot of vegetation to burn... And it's occurred to me that I haven't even asked for your name. I'm David." the young man said, looking at the old man questioningly.

"The ancient ones call this the Grove of Yggdrasil," Bruce the Elder said quietly. "It's magic will protect us... for now." he said lowly as he picked up a handful of ashes from the fire pit and began rubbing it on his skin to mask his scent. Suddenly he thought he heard a branch break in the dense forest, and quickly grabbed his walking stick, pointing it at the trees while looking up.

"Wait, listen... you hear that?" Lord Bruce listened silently for a minute, looking at Baxter quietly and motioning for him to be still before gazing for what seemed like forever at the surrounding forest beyond the massive tree's great canopy. After a minute, Bruce relaxed and let his guard down again, spitting into the fire pit. " Ack! Must be the wind" Bruce said calmly.

There was a slight thwip, and as Lord Bruce placed his hand on the side of his neck to catch the mosquito that bit him, he felt a very thin needle-like dart with his fingers. He looked confused as he casually pulled out the relatively painless needle and looked at it before slumping over. Before he could even react, Bruce the Elder was passed out, or at the very least, temporarily paralyzed by whatever neurotoxin that the dart had been laced with.

Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Several more needles darted through the trees from a greater distance. Although they were stealthy, very quick and silent, being virtually invisible to the normal naked eye, David Baxter suddenly got the feeling that he was the one they were aiming at, as the small darts began whizzing past him from somewhere in the dense forest in front of him.

A grove with a powerful presence about it. In the center a great gnarling tree rises. It seems to be not one tree, but many trees all wound and grown into each other. The grass here is soft, the ground healthy.

Hadriatica

20 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2022-01-01 19:13:43 »

         The data sprawling into Imperial intelligence circuits would have been something Imperial command could have only dreamed of, the vast infow of information capable of “mindflaying improperly tethered human minds (and R&D was still, centuries later, frustrated with understanding the “empyrean” nature of Gardenite intelligence and information), the reason why these operations were done at light speed between two autonomous entities. While KYZAGHAN and EVE had their digital dance, Hanley was given an approval briefing of the mission: it was custom for the High Officers to, personally, sign off on every operation.

<Command has determined the Legion forces still planetside are preparing to use anti-orbital weapons they stole during the first invasion. EPKF forces have recaptured or otherwise sabotaged eight of the ten Semarax walking anti-orbital guns, which were mainly stationed in the lowlands surrounding Nethe, and other important population centers around the planet,>


As the AI explained, schematics and log forms scrawled past, detailing the various coordinations between the military units and civilian organizations across Hadriatica. Many Aschen names appeared throughout these lists, achieving more for the safety and prosperity of the Aschen people through the Coalition than the Empire had ever hoped to achieve. It wasn’t Aschen civilization that was waning.

<I believe the location of one, or perhaps all, of the remaining anti-orbital mechs can be triangulated into a specific area using a PERIMETER system: the mission of forces under your command will be to escort and deliver, under armed guard with discretion permitted by the EPKF as per international law, AI cores containing HUN assets to be used in remote location and detection.

Resistance is expected to be severe, as the Legion has mechanized forces in the area, they counter-attack any movements to locate an AO weapon and destroy it. This operation will require the cohesion and cooperation between multiple combined arms formations, and ground forces will be supported by Aviation and Naval Cavalry.>


For the human intelligence though, it seemed that someone, or something rather, had picked just the right person to give the … Aschen element needed to motivate them. Captain Stelter kept his hands wrapped behind his back, empty face staring blankly into the wall while the faintest prick of a smile tugged at his lips. He loved putting Aschen in their place.

“There are four Imperial infantrymen you arrested for accepting bribes, turns out they were insider-informing against the EPKF as well, kept on the underside - ATHENA’s found everything from the case file to remote surveillance. Earlier last night three civilians were killed for collaborating with the EPKF, two were Aschen, and an Imperial soldier was wounded trying to save a woman's life - though I guess as long as they kill traitors, your Empire doesn’t have any real crime for that: what you don’t know is, their access to collective intel means if they sold the EPKF out, they’re selling out Imperial soldiers on that convoy delivering AI cores to firing installations for Operation Chrome Light.”

A watery, remote world deep in the Local Region.

Blue Sunrise Resort

8 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2021-12-05 22:16:27 »

         /say Right this way!

The most affluently popular hotel in Freeport where relaxation is the goal. With state of the art spas, this towering blue structure ascends and then descends towards the eastern shore of the island, ending in a private beach. Lazer light shows at night.

Tradeskill Square

72 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2021-12-05 22:07:13 »

         Rhia thought on the display of a restrained police force and handling of the rude matriarch as she neared the cosmodrome with her crew. It showed a society suitable for the Gardeners by their lack of wrath when unnecessary. Even if the lineage of wrath was fully ready to do so. Such a recommendation may draw Gardener freelancers to protect such a place if not its aims. If she dropped some dreamtime in a hospital it may further trade as well. Still a shopkeep she had profit to consider. However, the buildings here wasn't quite the hospital she was looking for. Rhia turned to cast an image in Quietus at her crew for a house with Hygeia inside, the flag of Freeport stenciled thereon. They chirped back a cobbled map of their way here though it took a bit in her head for her mind to become clear with it.

Tradeskill Square is home to the Sixth College, the nexus for those interested in academia. In the center of the court is a fountain, and the foreign embassy is always celebrating something.

White Flame Main

94 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2021-12-05 22:06:40 »

         Ramuki seemed genuinely concerned for her baby

Cobbled, yet worn, road leading from Tradeskill Square to Castle of Freeport. The Library towers over much of the street, along with the museum. The Castle rises majestically to the west.

Wing City Spaceport

1388 posts · 78 characters present · last post 2021-12-03 17:01:33 »

         /say Hello

You have arrived at the grand Wing City Spaceport, where all space-faring traffic in and out of the city arrives. There are launch towers for older models of spacecraft, and quantum-distortion field panels for the newer gravitational assistance system.

Aziora Tower

22 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2021-11-30 19:05:31 »

         Castaway

Welcome to Valentine Incorporated. We exist to grow.

Dark Woods

36683 posts · 461 characters present · last post 2021-11-29 17:58:47 »

         Thumbnail stared at Bloop-5 for a moment, examining its structure while still keeping a bit of caution. After a moment, he withdrew his right hand from his black robe collar, holding a purple handkerchief. Thumbnail glanced at Bloop-5 with a bit of hesitation before moving his hand closer to it. He noticed that the machine was somewhat dirty and neglected, its strange small red eyes glowing rather dim, so Mabus used his purple handkerchief to wipe the octopus-like robot's face, polishing its metallic exterior in hopes that it might be able to see him better, and perhaps deem the Darkelf as less of a threat.

That wasn't to say there weren't hidden dangers in the forest. As he put away his handkerchief, Thumbnail's dark vision and elven senses started to kick in. He started to sense a powerful presence in the Dark Woods, one of great size and a familiar scent. "Dragons" he whispered to himself, becoming more aware of his surroundings in the dark. But there was something else closing in on his position. Thumbnail's pointy ears perked up as Peter coughed. Humans were always easy to detect, for even the stealthy ones were loud and smelled funny to elves. Thumbnail was able to detect him coming from a mile away, and could see Peter R. Sheffield approaching even in the dead of night. Thumbnail's golden eyes shimmered again briefly as Bloop-5 scanned over them, and he glanced down at the inventor again before peering into the Dark Woods.

Peter's heavy boots made quite a ruckus to the Darkelf as he approached the scene, greeting them from the darkness. Thumbnail stood there motionlessly as the man approached the clearing before stopping to remove his helmet. "Hello there," Mabus said calmly while looking directly at the man in the heavy armour. It was obvious that Peter couldn't see him very well in the dark, but Thumbnail's voice alone was enough to inform the stranger that he was not this Moon character. Mabus examined Peter's metal suit for a moment, but said nothing as he looked around, still sensing another hidden presence in the immediate area. The Darkelf was very keen and aware of the hidden dangers in the darkness, even if nobody else could feel it.

At that moment, Peter R. Sheffield spoke again. "Howdy, what are y'all doing here?" he asked. It seemed like a legitimate question to most people. "I should be asking you the same," Mabus answered. After all, Mabus was a Darkelf, and the Dark Woods were as natural to him as a fish in water. If anyone was out of their element, it was the strange inventor and the man in the metal suit. What were humans doing this deep in the Dark Woods at this hour of the night? Mabus found that to be quite suspicious and strange. After a moment, Thumbnail reached back into his black robe and pulled out a small glass vile with a cork in it, containing a strange glowing blue liquid which appeared to be some kind of elixir.

An extension of the ancient and foreboding woods. The trail continues to wind south amid the bent and gnarled branches of the twisted trees. Along the path is a wooden arrow sign. Scrawled on the sign in a long dead and forgotten language is a single word. The soft loam has been converted to hard packed earth, the smells of the forest almost overpowering. In the distance the sounds of animals moving are heard.

al' Aljibal

4 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2021-11-26 23:22:08 »

         A young looking red haired elf stared up at the dark sky with a frown as she rested on the rocks where the oasis met the desert.

"Yous gots nutin to dos wit dis Is hopin" Came the voice of the troll huntress Jiy'la from behind the elf.

The elf gave the troll a dark look.

"Yous knows Is meanin no offences Alkirina"

Alkirina sighed and looked back to the sky. "I know Jiy'la.. I know. I'm just as puzzled by this all as you and everyone else.... "

"Pa Pa is goin be callin da big ol meetin soons in da city gatherin alls da mages hes is... maybe yous comin to?"

Alkirina shook her head. "You know i don't do people well..."

"Is knows... but lookin da sky... Is thinkin wes needin yous."

Jiy'la sighed looking to the sky. "Yous thinkin on dis" Jiy'la said before leaving the red haired elf alone on her rock.

A range of dry beauty thought dead for years but life clings finding root in waters buried under the dry death above and in the hidden oasis valleys. Home of the city of Aljibal.

Twisted Path

53658 posts · 299 characters present · last post 2021-11-23 16:26:24 »

         As Komachi answered that she was just aimlessly wandering as well, Ixa just shrugged it off with an innocent smile. "Well that's okay. So were we, because its more fun that...ow ow ow ow! Snowflake!"

"I knew it! You really did have no idea where we were going!"

"Okay oka...." Ixa started to plead when he noticed that she indicated she brought lunch with her. Almost immediately, Ixa approached her until he was really close up, his eyes similar to that of a pleading, adorable, wantful puppy and his mouth wavering.

"Ixa. Ask nicely".

"Oh...right! May I please have some?"

Notably, as if on queue, the weather anomalies seemed to subside at the thought of food...it seemed that somewhere, it was unconsciously shut off because he really wanted to eat something. And as for the reason why he didn't realize he had to nicely ask before, that was because he was raised in a lab that never bothered to teach him manners.

An ancient and foreboding woods, tall gnarled trees extend their branches towards you. The loamy earth muffles any sounds of travel. The earthy smell of decay wafts through the trees on the ever present breeze.

Wing City Main Entrance

1740 posts · 71 characters present · last post 2021-11-23 16:26:17 »

         Peter looks around. It sure was kind of those people to pick him up, but he already finds the memory of who brought him here fading, strangely.

"Huh."

He stares up at the archway, admiring it in it's grandiose size and structure.
He shakes his head. What am I thinking? I don't have time to marvel at architecture. I'm here to find somebody... If they were even real.

The memories of that vast plain of wheat or grass, he can't remember which, are already fading, and he struggles to remember.

A set of faces suddenly come into recognition, his mind remembering them, even as details have faded.

Moon... Moon something. Waves in Moonlight? Nah, wait... And the girl, Ha... Haze. Yeah.

He clutches his steel-plated temple, the leather gloves gripping firmly onto the metal surface.

Why... Why does it seem so distant? Was it even real? Or... A dream?

He suddenly finds it hard to breath, and scrabbles his hands at the seal of his helmet. As he removes it, he takes a deep gasp of breath. He's never felt uncomfortable in his armor before, but he feels very claustrophobic all of a sudden.

"F- Fuck, man. What's going on? Why-" He stutters to himself. He's never felt as out of place as he does now, with all the people around him.

The ground begins to spin around him as he turns in circles, staring at everyone around him. 30, maybe 40 people. Some of them, as he sees them dissolve into mist for a split second, then regain solidity, as if they weren't really there.

Peter shakes his head. He can't focus on this now, he has things to do. He puts back on his helmet, not bothering to seal it, and takes a deep breath of the filtered air. Lord, man. You gotta chill out. Take a step back, and let the business end take over.

He laces his fingers together and stretches out his arms, cracking his knuckles.

Alright. Time to get to work.

You find yourself in the grandiose entrance to Wing City, underneath a majestic and massive archway stretching the width of the street. Before you is the expanse of Main Street, and to the south is the regions sitting outside of the city.

Main Street 1

8338 posts · 138 characters present · last post 2021-11-23 16:24:14 »

         Peter slowly walks through Main Street, his heavy metal armor leaving small cracks in the pavement as he takes each step. He looks around as he saunters along the concrete, his eyes searching for a familiar face, although he sees many.

This is Wing City's Main Street - the long expanse on which most of Wing City's attractions are situated. It is in pristine condition, with the sidewalks clean and the street freshly paved.

Main Street

26157 posts · 387 characters present · last post 2021-11-23 16:24:05 »

         As Peter continues down the street in his heavy armor, he glances around. He's searching for someone, even if it takes him forever to find them. All he knows is that they're somewhere in this city. In his momentary thought, his eyes pass over a few people, one of them being the very person he was looking for. They should recognize him easily enough, though, so maybe this mistake won't cost him anything. He turns on his radio, rapidly tuning through frequencies until he finds one, a simple music station. He listens as he advances further down the street.

In a little cafe, just the other side of the border...

This is Wing City's Main Street - the long expanse on which most of Wing City's attractions are situated. It is in pristine condition, with the sidewalks in perfect condition.

Main Street (Continued)

4871 posts · 105 characters present · last post 2021-11-23 16:23:54 »

         /say hello

This is Wing City's Main Street - the long expanse on which most of Wing City's attractions are situated. It is in pristine condition, with the sidewalks in perfect condition.

Tauvyr Tavern

2149 posts · 99 characters present · last post 2021-11-22 16:55:08 »

         Lewis barges on.

"I'm here to kill you, you see. Well, you and every vampire that I can."

He leans with his back against the bar, then states,
"It's nothing personal, really. Well, I guess. I may be in the wrong here, but they say if you think you're wrong, you're probably not, right?" He leans in close to Ulrich, and remarks under his breath, "I'm giving you two days. I know the location of the keep, and I will come. Maybe you'll be prepared for me, I don't know. If I die, that's my problem. But consider me your opponent."

He pulls a knife out of a sheathe concealed on his body, twirls it around in his fingers a couple times, then sheathes it again.

"If I'm shown that your kind aren't like the others, then maybe you deserve to live. But you've got to want it. Like, with all the essence of your being. I don't know how you became a vampire, whether you wanted to or not, but I think your people have stagnated. And I remove things that stagnate. With force."

He gets up off the bar, turns around, and leans up against it again, arms crossed.

"It may take only one of you to kill me, but I wouldn't count on it. Maybe ten or so. But I doubt I'll be stopped. You gotta prove yourself. You gotta show me you don't want to be erased, because I have the power to do it. It may just be me, but you get one shot. One opportunity. Can you seize it? Or are you going to let it slip?"

"And you may think about killing me before the two days are up. Go ahead, try. I don't know what fuels you. But it better be something strong."

He gets up, puts his hand momentarily on Ulrich's shoulder, and says, "Remember, Paternosta. Two days. I'll see you then."

He walks out of the bar, humming a tune to himself.

Notorious for their vast selection of rare and rich wines and spirits, Tauvyr Tavern is the hub of mature life in Verinotte Hollow. This tavern caters primarily to the supernatural, serving more concoctions than cocktails. Tapas and hours'devours served.

The Silver Dawn

87 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2021-11-19 15:39:40 »

         /say Welcome aboard!

The drop doors hiss open as you are welcomed into the ship.

Millenium Plaza

105 posts · 16 characters present · last post 2021-11-19 15:38:06 »

         Ras quirked a small smile at Judex’s frown, brushing it off at present. “It is pretty scary if you think about it, I guess.” He folded his arms, wondering what type of person would talk to machines. He supposed it was possible, but it seemed such an odd field to pursue. Then again, he couldn’t really talk.

“Well, lead is pretty heavy so you might not be able to carry around a box of it. And half the reason people get phones anyways is to show it off.” He gave a small chuckle.

The Central Plaza of Hayslem City, it has connections to all over the city, a hub if you will. It was named the Millenium Plaza as it was the site where the Demon King Millen was sealed over one thousand years ago.

Great Ellarian Forest

43 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2021-11-19 15:34:12 »

         *as Jill walks on a dirt path in her cat form she leaves flowers behind her and she looks at all the traders and silently wishes them luck. a trader heading the way she was picks her up and lets her ride with him*

The Immense Great Forest of Ellaria, home to a diverse population of flora and tree outcroppings. Many civilizations find home here in the forest which takes up much of the continent.

Hayslem City

99 posts · 13 characters present · last post 2021-11-19 15:32:25 »

         Demor considered his options before shrugging. "I'll meet you at the VR Arcade she was last seen at. As for Secret Back Exit... You two can use it if you want. If I don't want to be followed, then they're not going to follow me." Demor was casual with his tone, but at the same time, he wasn't messing around. Despite his relaxed tone, his stance and body language dictated something else. As seen in the Grand Magic Games, he could easily and consistently move at speeds too fast for the human eye to comprehend, even when in dire circumstances such as low magic power, or even injuries to his body.

He rubbed Iviri's head affectionately as the boy stated that he wouldn't understand what his brother was saying sometimes, and smiled. "Don't worry about me, Iviri. I'll be alright." he smirked. "You two enjoy the baths... I'm off to meet your brother." he said, his tail stretching and bringing him to his feet, allowing him to walk away towards the locker-rooms where he could get dressed, and then walked out the front door. On one hand, it was smart to try and find a secret back door, but on the other hand, the Aschen likely knew where the VR Arcade was anyway, so they'd inevitably find him again anyway.

First, Demor went to his home, grabbing a picture or two of Montrose for Ivera to use in the investigation, before heading towards the Arcade in Questrios

The Planetary Capital, and Royal Capital, of the Continent, Hayslem is experience a time of great prosperity. Well, there is the occasional monster outbreak, and rising crime, but its still a shining beacon.

Avenue of Heroes

46 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2021-11-19 15:31:58 »

         Peter shakes his head a bit. "You don't need to. I can't take your money. And anyways, I have some other arms. But thank you!"
He continues walking until he reaches the building with the sign saying 'Adventurer's Guild." and stops outside the door.
"I think this is it, let's check it out."

Essentially the "Main Street" of Hayslem City, this road also holds various parks and had various statues of previous people granted the title of "Hero". At the center, where the road first began construction from, is a statue of the Hero who slew Millen.

Corannus Lane

15 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2021-11-19 15:31:49 »

         The three girls had decided to enter the Hospital shortly after having returned. Just to ensure they hadn't caught anything. They could have gone to the nurse's office at the school, but they were literally 20 meters away from the Hospital Entrance. If they did catch anything while off-world, it would have been better to have it looked at ASAP. They might have not been affected themselves, but they could have become carriers of the disease either way.

It was an unwarranted fear in the end, everything having turned out fine according to the hospital staff, although they did get praised for their vigilance. The doctor in question even wistfully commenting how they wished all students at Astrius were this diligent in trying to prevent otherworldy plagues from spreading after their adventures. Which turned out to be an actual problem.

In the end they did take pity on the three girls and offered them use of their showers. They quickly accepted, it being a heavensent after spending months on a planet without running water and shampoo.

Afterwards they rebought their supplies -the supplies they bought before having been used up on Sekaysu-, before returning to the school.

Named after the King who ruled during the crisis with Demon King Millen, this is a well known and popularly used street with various important locations and businesses, including Loe's BBQ, Hayslem General Hospital, and the Vitas Mansion.

The Governance Castle

18 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2021-11-19 15:28:24 »

         When Zakar's thumb collided with the near-indestructible woman's head it was a catastrophe. The wards placed on the long forgotten T'saas were quite clever, the seemingly begin Sleep charm having many shallow layers. None were powerful, Kryptonian's were notoriously weak to magic, but they all came packed with a tiny alarm incantation. These, when obliterated all at once by the over zealous rescuers of Origin, it triggered a fail safe.

Just as T'saas opened her eyes, eager to thank her saviours, she was violently ripped away from reality in a maelstrom of chaotic Warp Magic.

This castle is the home of the Royal Family, and it is also where the Government is run from. It can be considered to be a great castle and government, as the Royal Family is always making sure everything runs smoothly and quickly.

Soap Box 1

You have entered the void — a black expanse with absolutely nothing in it.

The Hidden Glen

15334 posts · 193 characters present · last post 2021-11-16 01:11:34 »

         The baby dragon dwelled peacefully and quietly in the Hidden Glen for quite some time, undisturbed and undiscovered. Although there were many natural predators in the forest, the baby dragon was already adept at surviving on its own. It had inherited cleverness and cunning, and its smaller size enabled the dragon to serpentine and run very fast on its belly like a large monitor lizard. When it couldn't outrun its enemies on land, the baby dragon ran into the lake and hid in the water. It sometimes crawled into tree hollows and rock crevices to escape from much larger predators in the forest. There was no shortage of places for our young fledgling to run and hide, and yet it very seldom found any danger that could threaten its growth or progress in such a remote environment.

As time went on, the Hidden Glen became even less dangerous, for the baby dragon had started to grow. At the size of a large dog, there were many predators that had tried to hunt it down from time to time. But as it grew to the size of a large horse, those same predators that used to hunt the baby dragon were now its prey. The scaley beast had developed sharp boney horns and long raptor-like claws. Its eyesight improved along with its taste, hearing and sense of smell. Its brain developed and it grew in intellect, acquiring rationalization and keen instincts. But that's not all. As the beast's muscles, body and bones continued to grow, it developed the ability to use its gas bladders to mimic the different sounds and noises it could hear in the forest. Soon, the baby dragon had become the ultimate hunter and top predator in the Hidden Glen, and all the other animals in the area fell silent and went into hiding whenever the horse-sized reptilavian monster came strolling through the trees.

Five more years went by, and not a whole lot had changed. The baby dragon hadn't grown much bigger in all that time, and it still couldn't fly yet, but its two bat-like wings had developed wonderfully, long colorful fleshy semi-transparent membranes attached to its forelimbs enabling it to climb or glide from branch to branch. The dragon had all the right parts and pieces now, carefully crafted into its genetic design by way of natural selection and millions of years of evolution, a nearly sentient species that had survived numerous mass extinction events and was now the perfect predator. The horse-sized reptilavian monster was large enough and powerful enough to become the king of the lake, as it now hunted lions and tigers, bears and even small crocodiles, anything in the Hidden Glen that used to pose a threat to the dragon's survival was now the dragon's food.

But the dragon wasn't ready to venture out into the world or leave the natural sanctuary of the forest just yet. Life in the Hidden Glen was perfect for the baby monster. There were no humans or other sentient creatures around to pester the growing majestic beast or threaten its security. The Hidden Glen provided plenty of food, shelter and water for the dragon to sustain itself and live on. It was the perfect habitat to raise a dragon in, and the monster felt very safe for the time being, progressing slowly as it continued to feed and grow. After a while, the dragon grew to be twice the size of the egg shell it had once hatched from. By now that egg shell had all but disappeared from weather and decay, so that the seasons of change over the years had erased any evidence that the dragon had been born in the forest at all. The new creature had achieved a huge bit of secrecy as it remained hidden and undiscovered in all that time, continuing to develop and grow very slowly both in size and intelligence.

The Hidden Glen is a lush area, surrounded by the vast forest that lay south of the great city. While everything seems peaceful now, the glen has been witness to horrific battles and dark deeds.

IIA Headquarters

42 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2021-11-14 06:10:19 »

         Marlene offered a smile in response to the question, as she slowly sipped her ambrosia, and placed it gingerly back on the desk in front of her.

"Long enough." She answered, crossing one leg over the other quietly, as she smiled sweetly at Winne, before she continued. She looked towards the recorder for just a moment, and then back towards the reporter, as the lights flickered just slightly. Marlene reached, and took a piece of the fried falafel, and brought it to her mouth, taking a solitary bite, and swallowing the food, before placing the remainder back in her desk.

Marlene's eyes briefly glanced towards the telescreen behind her, Big Brother's piercing visage watched them closely. Were his eyes perhaps watching Winne.

"I was appointed to this position when the Party took power, following the reorganization of the Langaran Defense Agency, from there, I enacted further training reforms to hone the organization into the capable intel gathering apparatus it is today." Marlene replied.

The Headquarters for the Imperial Intelligence Agency, this imposing structure is the nerve center for all intelligence operations carried out by the Aschen Empire

Oscar Colony

A dust and dirt covered colony, far away from most other colonies.

The Orbus

173 posts · 15 characters present · last post 2021-11-12 17:48:33 »

         Master turned to look over his shoulder, noticing too late that someone had passed through. Too absorbed in his course-plotting, he disregarded the incursion and returned to his work.

Sol The Orbus Owner: Remæus

You enter this mysterious place surrounded by a curiously dry mist. You can't see more than a few feet in front of you, and you're not quite sure how big the place is. Nevertheless, here you are.

Caprica City

1232 posts · 34 characters present · last post 2021-11-06 05:43:26 »

         The wanderer without a clue, pursuing her desires with no true idea of where she wishes to go, instead relying on her instincts to take her places...this time, the place it'd taken her was a strange city, one that was quite the long distance away from Gensokyo, or Former Hell.

With all of the strange, large buildings around in the area Koishi's attention was being pulled away moment by moment, gazing at the skyscrapers with an expression of awe and wonder. This was a human place? She thought to herself, humming softly as she walked down sidewalk, arms swinging to and fro...the people here appeared to be humans anyways, none of them had her third eye or any features that'd clue her in that they were youkai or the like.

Whether or not they could see her and notice her properly however...that was another question, considering her subversion of the subconscious, making it hard for people to remember her after she escapes their line of sight. In fact...it was through the usage of cameras and other technological devices that her presence is usually noticed, otherwise she'd end up being ignored.

Maybe she could find a new friend here?

The capital of the United Aschen Empire.

Solinus City Customs

Solinus City Customs, a large complex with thousands of people filtering through every day The process here is very streamlined and there is rarely a hold up.

Port Solinus

105 posts · 13 characters present · last post 2021-11-05 23:57:42 »

         Sometime later, Gabriel and Agares walked through Port Solinus to their destination. Their cargo had been inspected, dismissed, and was in the process of being shipped to their destination.

The bustling port of Solinus City

Solinus City Spaceport

48 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2021-11-05 23:57:15 »

         Cole Maibara rubbed his hair, grumbling after all of that travel... "Gah...that was a fuckin' headache. Ah, but, I guess I'm back on Terra. I suppose. We'll see how long it takes 'til I get ringed for my absence. Or something."

Capable of servicing the largest of Terra's freighters, the sprawling industrial suburb of Solinus City Spaceport has emerged as the heart of a bustling city with a robust modern industry.

Soeasto Drive

Large curving road through the south-east quarter of the city. There is a park here and a large population of conservationalists. Some of these extremists do not believe in The Hunt.

Hunter Square

45 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2021-11-04 03:08:33 »

         Hezia Garasi answered her phone with a casual greeting and listened in to what the caller said. Her back straightened a bit - wow, a summoning. She couldn't think as to what would be so important as to call for a summons from her, but hey! It sounded like a promotion!

Hunter Square is always bustling with activity and sport, with it's namesake The Hunter Society towering over. The Freeman Militia frequent the taverns and rumor has that many swords of legend were forged here.

Sowesti Drive

Large curving road through the south-west quarter of the city. This residential area has a low crime rate and higher happiness index than most places in Vintu.

Freemen Square

30 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2021-11-04 03:05:20 »

         /say

The streets open up to the grand square, where the bricks glimmer like fire and a gargantuan statue rises into the sky. It depicts the first King and Queen of Freeport

Belonia

244 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2021-11-04 03:04:16 »

         "The best of luck! Ryan shouldn't be all that hard to find- find the Hunter Society!"

Atani waved off Ramuki and a tear came to her eye. Likely the hormones, but still!

A hover-convertible, colored sleek metallic green, with two seats in the front and room for two more in the back. The name on the title is Atani Berentes.

Free Ferry Landing

14 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2021-11-04 03:01:28 »

         Ramuki takes his bento boxes with him

Freeport's Free Ferry Landing is a port specifically designated for the ferry of Freeport, which brings denizens from Freeport to the mainland. It is free for citizens of Vien. Ferry will depart on schedule- no exceptions. These vessels are peace-tied.

Echo Colony

8 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2021-11-01 16:43:09 »

         The crops were dead.

A man stands at his front door, observing his property. It was a decently sized farm, maybe three or four acres of dry, arid soil. It wasn't the best for growing anything, but with the new settlement act, it was almost required to grow anything on your land to bring in a profit.
The wind comes in from the west, making the dead corn-like plants rustle dryly.
A large, rusted four-legged robot marches along the rows of lifeless maize, its two of it's three eyes dimly lit with a blueish glow, the third cracked and as dead as the corn. The boxy, square television in the house calls out to the farmer, with the beginning strains of the anthem of the Colonial Union, its somber tones accenting the late afternoon.

The man, known by a single name, Abernathy, walks into the stone house, and sits down on a torn leather chair in front of the telescreen, and listens to the message.

The wind continues to wisp through to the dry desert, tearing small pieces of the corn to dust.

Welcome to Echo colony, a province relatively cut off from the rest of Klendath.

UCFS Thunderstorm

This is the UCFS Thunderstorm, a rather small gunship, but heavily armed with the most advanced tech the United Citizen's Federation has.

Pan'Chek

64 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2021-10-27 16:26:03 »

         The ships do not respond for some time.

"We surrender. That is all."

The crew of the two remaining ships stay at their posts, still in shock that their attacks had done nothing.
They were shaken, for sure, because this technology was on a whole different level. It was hard to understand, but they knew they were almost definitely going to lose.

Pan'Chek is a main sequence star within the Cygnus Arm of the Milky way Galaxy, it's a typical yellow dwarf star that has eleven planets, mainly populated by the Aschen Empire

Wing City

18582 posts · 350 characters present · last post 2021-10-23 02:24:20 »

         A newcomer had just arrived from the grassy lands nearby. It was a lithe looking young woman, whom was sitting gracefully in the plaza. Perhaps her most noticeable feature, besides her shoulder length raven black hair, was the blindfold around her eyes. She was blind from birth, her gaze nonexistent as she seemed to look at nothing in particular.

Beside her, a massive raptorian animal was standing tall. It was taller than even most tall men, so compared to her this bird-like dinosaur was gigantic. On its homeworld of Xamoyos it was known as a peloronychus and was a fiercely aggressive predator, with her however it was tame and even seemed to view her as a friend. He was quite a vain beast, preening its feathery coat at every opportunity.

You have entered Wing City, the third largest city on Terra and its premier capital. Hustling and bustling with activity, this city serves as a hub of social and political activity, as well as the prestigious solo combat capital of the quadrant.

Southern Grazing Lands

159 posts · 13 characters present · last post 2021-10-23 00:05:04 »

         Ezrael stared at Nadya as he listened, a blank expression on his face as if he were merely reading a passage from a book, then finally he nodded. "If your matron is displeased with your disappearance, I can have a talk with her, and a talk on the matter of temporary accommodation for N'dal. And if she will not have him, he will have to stay with me for the time being, though I imagine he probably wouldn't like seeing my face too much. People rarely do."

His attention turned once more to N'dal, though he continued to talk to Nadya, as understandably she could understand him where the feline could not. "Do you suppose... That there is such a thing as fate or destiny? This device was not designed by accident. it was designed to seek those with specific possessions so that should the time come, I could call them to a central location."

Always the practical, the seal over the chicken split with a gesture of Ezrael's finger, then one breast began to suddenly warm, an even heating spreading through it, cooking it quite quickly until the pink flesh cooked white. It would be far from delicious as there was no technique or flavouring, it would just be a dull plain chicken. He almost seemed absentminded, thinking on his conversation rather than his actions.

This region of Midland is dominated by rolling grasslands and sparse stretches of thickets and woodland.

Eastern Seaboard

380 posts · 18 characters present · last post 2021-10-23 00:04:48 »

         Mr. Ereb's jet banked over the seaboard, heading towards the coast. Emails were sent, calls were answered, and video calls were held. Meanwhile, in Solinus City, many preparations were underway.

A coastal area along the eastern shores of Aslund, featuring a number of prominent port cities and tourist destinations.

Solinus Sea

890 posts · 40 characters present · last post 2021-10-23 00:04:34 »

         
A great emerald beam of light suddenly shot towards the sky and made contact with Sol,
coming from somewhere deep within the Collenham Mountains, elsewhere on Aslund.

Sol and Terra seemed tethered together by a thin, bright, green string.

The biggest ocean on Terra, to the east of Aslund.

Nebrajit

40 posts · 6 characters present · last post 2021-10-23 00:04:20 »

         In the far reaches of space, a threat brewed...the Confederacy of Independent Systems had sent their scout ships out from their own home galaxy after having found a hole within the hyperspace anomaly, intending to use this as a leg up against The Republic in the Clone War.

Commanding this ship, General Grevious stood at the bridge and overlooked the sight of hyperspace. Stars passing by at intense speeds, and in the center of it all...an abyss. Lesser beings would succumb to hyperspace madness, yet he was no normal being. He considered himself superior in that regard - and if there was one thing he could thank his cybernetic replacements for, it's his desensitization to fears that would paralyze anyone else.

His voice, though modified by his cybernetics, was relatively normal in its current incarnation. "Yes...right here should be good. We're about to reach our destination."

Pulling out of hyperspace the group of three Providence-class dreadnoughts loomed over an area of Nebrajit. However, it seems their intelligence had already been intercepted long ago, and waiting for them above the atmosphere and on the surface were Republic Cruisers.

Already, as if inescapable, a fight was breaking out. Droid forces were being sent to the surface as well as Clone and Republic soldiers. General Grevious opted to personally fly down to the surface, wishing to engage in this battle...part of him was also curious and eager to see the capabilities of the locals.

Terra Nebrajit Owner: Remæus

Nebrajit is a narrow ridged mountain range of an island that runs from north to south on the eastern side of the Solinus Sea.

The Three Titans

34 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2021-10-23 00:04:02 »

         Karla Wender sits and looks at the horizon, pondering what to do next.

The three titans are three large landmasses that are grouped together to the north of the Great Black Water. Legend has it they are the backs of sleeping giants who need the rest after creating Terra.

Therrier-Paix

26 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2021-10-23 00:02:52 »

         Nearly twenty minutes after the initiation of their battle, Gingitsune and Shinku were still going at it. The once lush grounds were in ruins, left marred by the bombardment of explosives and Kido. The soulless Shinigami held a silver and gray Katana in his dominant hand, which he turned horizontally while uttering the command: "Shift, Koe o Kaeru." Unlike most releases, there was no sudden burst of Reiatsu in response to the activation of his Shikai. Once imperceptible lines along the weapon's blade suddenly became visible as sections began to unfold. The interlocking parts jutted outward, and the entirety of the Zanpakuto's original shape seemed to drift apart and grow within a few seconds; the popping of metal joints as they moved into place and an electronic system booting up filling the air around him.

Where it onced had a curved cutting edge, the sword now had two straight ones much like a Scottish Claymore. Featuring a snubbed tip, the weapon was incapable of piercing, though this was made up for by its cutting and bludgeoning potential.

"Now things are about to get interesting." uttered Kaen as he admired his companion's release, his expression showing excitement instead of the usual intimidation brought upon by Shinku's Shikai. It had become one of the most feared due to its unpredictable ability. Fancying a challenge, he decided not to release his Zanpakuto just yet. Instead he planned on testing just how long he could last until it became a necessity.

The glimmer of a sword in the sunlight against his eye as the Mannequin materialized overhead, sword poised overhead to deliver a downward strike. Kaen managed to retreat just before he was struck, allowing the land beneath his feet to bare the blunt of the attack in his place. The force tore through the ground in four directions, kicking dust and other debris into the air.

The faceless swordsman sprang forward again, engaging his target with a series of meticulous slashes. The mass and sharpness of his blade shifted randomly during the procession, making the assault that much more difficult to defend against. A well-timed burst of Kaen's Reiatsu forced Shinku to end his attack, but not without results. He had managed to deliver a diagonal slash across the captain's chest, which started to bleed shortly afterward. The now wounded Shinigami gave a nod of approval to his opponent, and shortly afterward, they clashed once more.



It appeared the two Shinigami were too engaged in their battle to notice their spectators. Far off from the makeshift arena stood a male and female. Both were relatively lean, stood around five-foot-ten and five-foot-eight, and dawned the signature mask fragment and hole shared by all upper-tier Hollows. They remained eerily silent as they watched the partners from a distance, paying close attention to the abilities and tactics used. This continued for several minutes until the felt they had seen enough. The twin Adjuchas each waved one hand horizontally, tearing a rift in the current dimension so they could return to Hueco Mundo.

Moments later, Shinku and Kaen halted their attacks. They knew exactly what the other was thinking. "It just appeared and then disappeared right afterward." Kaen said while striking his head, he was puzzled. It was obvious that someone was masking their Reiatsu, but what was the point of briefly unveiling it? Did they want us to know they were there? he mused.

"I think it's best that we retire for today." suggest Shinku, to which Gingitsune nodded his head. Once it had been decided, the two men vanished in unison.

Therrier-Paix is the richly cultured island west of Aslund and north of the Atlachean Archipelago, home to a great many historical civilizations and empires.

Aslund

109 posts · 11 characters present · last post 2021-10-22 23:54:37 »

         Meteor flickered emerald and nyoomed off west

Terra Aslund Owner: Remæus

Aslund; the largest continent on Terra.

Scarlet Devil Mansion

425 posts · 16 characters present · last post 2021-10-20 20:02:04 »

         there doesn't seem to be anyone around here...

The Scarlet Devil Mansion (紅魔館, Koumakan lit. Scarlet Mansion or Scarlet Manor) is the Scarlet family's fancy European-style mansion. It is located on a ridge at the Nyx.