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Lords of Rock

Lords of Rock

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A desert planet on the edge of charted space, its people engulfed in endless civil war. But some of them want more. They are nothing in the eyes of most but perhaps, one day, they too will reach the stars.

33,953 readers have visited Lords of Rock since Nulix created it.

Introduction

On the 2nd of August, 2e,450, with the arrival of Sorillian Dreadnought Class Starship “The Devil’s Trident”, a world aptly named the Rock surrendered their independence to the Kingdom of Sor. An isolated planet on the edge of charted space, the Rock had long existed in a state of flux - its cultures at war; its lords locked in a delicate balance of power; its people unaware of a universe beyond their skies. When Sorillian forces arrived, their superior firepower enabled them to quickly take control of the desert planet. The power structures that had been kept in place for the last two centuries had been dismantled in favour of colonial rule. The Rock was suddenly a dot on a much larger map.

The Rock had been invaded by the Sora System and the people's ways of life had been upheaved and ruled by new law. One year later, in 2e,451, the Kingdom of Sor was overthrown - the first political causality of what was soon to become the Oblivion War. With Sor’s destruction the Rock was abandoned, the colonial government ravaged and the world left lawless and in a state of anarchy and disarray.

In the vacuum of power warlords rose up across the sands: each village, tribe, or peoples taking up arms to defend themselves from their neighbours. It has been twelve years since the Oblivion War ended; the year 2e,466. In the west the new Holy Matranical Empire is rebuilding from the remnants of the devastated planets. The Rock remains in endless civil war. This is the story of those born into this conflict - soldiers, slaves, nomads, and civilians - thrown into an unforgiving landscape where power is essential to survive. Right now they are nothing in the eyes of most, but perhaps, one day, they too will reach the stars.

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LORDS OF ROCK:
Lords of Rock is a space-fantasy thread set in a galaxy far from ours. In this universe's equivalent of ancient history humans reached the stars far before we could in our time with the use of magic, harnessed by a race of element controlling magicians known as the Phoenix. These ancient humans, both Phoenix & non magical alike, migrated across the galaxy much like our prehistoric human ancestors. But their paths were forgotten, and magics that were once known were lost. Unique human races and cultures evolved across hundreds of planets, some spacefaring and prosperous, others isolated and primitive.

Those days have long passed. It is now an age of industry. Feudal kingdoms rule across the stars, and their medieval cultures are slowly being overtaken by new steampunk technology. Phoenix, once the masters of technology and magic, are now normal citizen, just ones born with the ability to control the elements. The Rock, a newly discovered planet, was colonized by these solar kingdoms at their apex- right before the Oblivion War, a war that would decimate all of civilized space and the order they maintained. The war is now over but the world will never be the same. This thread is about exploring that world. Lords of Rock does not focus on any great empires, on kings or queens. It focuses on the post-war colonized, the leftovers on an abandoned planet invaded, and the characters who have to navigate its dangerous deserts. The team will be thrown together as a world changing event begins on the Rock and they will begin the adventure of a lifetime.

Lords of Rock is highly cooperative and requires a lot of communication in group chats and on Discord. It was primarily designed for the members behind threads like the Ultimate Organization, the Great Guild Fortune, and Nomad Clan. If you think you'd like to join submit a character or message me! It can be a confusing universe but this is a really easy place to jump in. We're happy to have new members come in and join the story.

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CHARACTER CREATION:
Your character is living on the planet and at the start of the thread the Rock is their life, and it is all that lies ahead. They are not someone, they are anyone. They are not destined for the stars; they are destined for the dirt.

UPDATE: Now that the thread is well on it's way new characters have to be introduced more carefully. If you'd like to join submit a profile and we can figure out a plot to introduce them!

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MAPS & MEDIA:
Character Art Database - Optional art to use for character or side-character creation.
Map of the Rock - This will be updated as the adventure continues and we find more locations.
Map the Charted Space - A map of the all known space.

GEOGRAPHY OF THE ROCK:
Evidence suggests that the Rock was once a verdant world, half sea and half an ever-green continent, inhabited by mammalian life. Now the remnants of this green period have vanished, only a few clues lingering to the what the scorching, desert world once was. The mammalian life has been replaced by gargantuan desert roaming insects. The days on the rock can reach temperatures of 50 degrees Celsius, and the nights dip to -30. The only remaining water springs from the Floe, a massive glacial region in the north where water cascades down into riverlands. The riverlands, known as the Kajo Narrows, is the only place on the planet where jungle and vegetation still flourish. Whatever flora and fauna that remained from the green period can be found along the waterways of the region. The majority of the Rock's surface is occupied by two massive deserts: the westerly Great Wastes and the easterly Hollow Barrens. The Barrens were once the site of the Rock’s great sea but are now a sunken badland. In the north-west of the Rock stretches Alakat’s Maw, a mountainous region of desert tundra and arctic sheets. In the south-east are the Imani Fields, a sparse subtropical grassland that grew from the intertwining rivers. Due to the Rock’s uneven rotation the planet has two regions that always face and face away from the sun named the Shroud and the Bright. The Shroud is a freezing tundra kept in perpetual darkness and dust storms. The Bright is a boiling, volcanic land of sunlight and melting earth. Both are incredibly inhospitable to life.

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CULTURES OF THE ROCK:

Yyb
The Yyb birthed democracy on the Rock and have been a fair, peace-loving people throughout their history. Ruled by an elected priesthood the Yyb saw all as equal in life, believing that their time on earth was one phase between the before-life and after-life, and that different deities oversaw each of these stages of being. The Yyb Theocracy ruled over much of the Rock’s deserts before the arrival of the Skylanders, who brought with them a foreign disease known as the Watalan Plague. This decimated their population and splintered the once unified society. The Yyban began exclusively worshiping the the god of life before, and attempted to rebuild what remained of their lands in the desert. The Yybal began to worship the god of death and remained isolated in the ruins of their ancestors. Now the Yyb continue on as democratic theocracies, and though both the Yybal and the Yyban are isolated they maintain the belief of absolute equality, and welcome all, especially those who wish to worship and study the history of the Rock, a history that they once played a much larger role in.

Skylander
The Skylanders are the youngest culture on the Rock, having arrived three-hundred years ago as a crashed crew of space pirates, and their mercenary origins are reflected in their culture. The crew consisted of a few thousands outlaws comprised of races from across the galactic kingdoms. After the crash the galactic past of the Skylanders was forgotten as survival became crucial on the inhospitable desert world. A patriarchal social structure was put into place, with the Phoenix, the most powerful of the crew, becoming the ruling class, and the weakest becoming thrall slaves. The Skylander arrival disrupted the Rock and plunged the planet into chaos and war, from which they emerged the dominant culture. Their short cultural lifespan has been one consumed by fighting, leaving them untrusting, warlike and aggressively individualistic.

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Sudean culture rooted in order and discipline. Born on the fertile rivers of the Kajo Narrows the Sudeans created mathematically precise farms, armies, and social structures, and were one of the first societies to prosper and expand across the world. The Sudeans worshiped a bureaucratic pantheon of gods, led by a sun god. In Sudean society each person belonged to a god, other than the thrall slaves, the unwanted. The sun god only watched over only one, the emperor, who ruled by divine right. All other Sudeans were assigned to deities as teenagers, by the emperor and his deciders. Once allocated Sudeans are stuck in a caste and a career for life, cogs in the Sudean machine. This system was shattered when the last emperor, Ajab Abaj, was dethroned by the Kingdom of Sor and colonial rule put in place. With their faith shattered the once mighty Sudean society has split apart, fraught with internal conflict between it’s orderly past and its chaotic future. The Sudeans have long waged war against the other cultures of the Rock and are known for their discipline as well as their communal nature. There is no direct parentage save for the Imperial lineage, individuals instead being raised by the maternal caste. All members of a caste are considered family, and love and affection are more commonly displayed in Sudean society than any other on the Rock.

Nomad
The origins of the Nomads are a mystery. Organized in small chiefdoms and clans the nomadic tribes claim no land. A solitary people, even to others of their own kind, the Nomads worship the land of the Rock and the wildlife. Animals are viewed as part of their families and of equal value to human life. The Nomads have been on the Rock for many ages and have never seemed to have a homeland of their own, they instead continuously roaming for unknown reasons. Nomad children are named after animals, actions, and the earth, and are marked by various tattoos given to them in adolescents, making them easy to spot. Because of their unique names, appearances, and solitary nature Nomads have long been considered outsiders even by the other Rockian cultures. The few times Nomad clans have gone to war with the other cultures the battles have been thoroughly one-sided. The Nomads are not considered a great military people, instead known as craftsman, traders, and animal handlers.

Naraat
The Naraat hail from the north most glaciers of the Rock, a cold, bitter region called the Floe that contrasts the endless heat and desert that envelop the rest of the planet. As a result, the Naraat people are secluded from the rest of the Rock's politics, visiting the south only to raid villages and towns that reside on the rivers that run from their glacier home. They are proud and territorial, living in stone and metal huts, and worship a god of earth. They are the only monotheistic society on the Rock. Naraat people tend to dislike outsiders and prefer to keep to themselves by inventing new, crude ways to use Phoenix magic. The majority of the Naraat population are Phoenix, leading to a form of absolute democracy where decision making is conducted by large clan meetings. Almost every Phoenix in their ranks are trained in the art of metal channelling, creating beautiful, powerful weaponry. Because of this their people specialise in smithing, metal working and firearms crafting. The Naraat are highly militaristic, preferring combat to negotiation and simplicity to complexity.

Galactic
Beyond the Rock there exist thousands of cultures across the worlds. The most pervasive galactic culture on the Rock are the Sorillians, the leftovers from the invading Kingdom of Sor who remained stranded on the Rock after their kingdom's destruction. Another near culture are the Longbaons, the people of a neighbouring planet who too shared the Rock’s interstellar isolation for most of their history. Though the worlds and societies across the galaxy vary wildly, to Rockian natives any off-world cultures is that of an outsider, and considered by its people foreign, "galactic".

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LOCAL POWERS THAT BE:
Since the fall of the Sorillian colonial government warlords have risen up across the Rock, though they vary in size and power. There are hundreds of warlords and unrecognized states across the Rock. Listed below are the ones of greatest importance in the events set to unfold.

Sanctuary
Head of State: Cardinal Zambob, General Darvis, Councillor Tsarai
Population: 1,640
Government: Originally organized by Zambob, the city of Sanctuary is ruled by himself and two others. Zambob is the spiritual leader, whereas Darvis and Tsarai are the military and political leaders respectively. All three are responsible to each other and to goals they come up with together to ensure the continued peace of the city. The three rule with absolute power.
Description: Named after a broken spacecraft and built using its remains, Sanctuary lies far north in Alakat’s Maw. It regularly sends pilgrims south to gather followers for Zambob’s vision of a better Rock. Most of the citizens of Sanctuary were led there by these pilgrims. Pilgrims are encouraged by the promise of becoming “sanctuary nobility” and receive special benefit upon recruiting more citizens.
Culture: Skylander

The Cradle
Head of State: Sherriff Cletus the Fetus
Population: 220
Government: The Cradle is a clan made up of Rockian war orphans. Cletus is the leader, a position called Sherriff, and loosely democratically chosen by his fellow children. He is not actually a fetus, but rather a child with a nickname given to him by the tyrants of the Rock.
Description: A relatively new clan run by children. Cletus and several others are phoenixes and use their ability to defend their home. The Cradle is housed in one of the most defensible fortresses on the Rock.
Culture: Skylander

Cobran
Head of State: Commander Tamil “The Serpent”
Population: 2,800
Government: Cobran is under absolute rule of the Commander Tamil, and beneath him there’s a chain of command in ruling over the colony, each with military titles such as Scout Leader, Captain of the Army, etc.
Description: Cobran is a relatively new colony residing in the southern mountain ranges bordering the Bright. The town is hidden away from the rest of the Rock; an underground complex of large caverns in the belly of a mountain. It has become a refuge for people of all cultures fleeing the warring desert, including and most especially former thralls and those who would otherwise be killed or worse in the clans of the Rock. Twelve years have past since the colony was formed and Cobran Caverns is thriving, full of bizarre traditions such as inserting snake venom into a warrior's skin as a coming of age ceremony. The origin of this ceremony is unknown to people living outside of Cobran, but tales suggest of a giant snake that protects the mountain and the people who live within its caves.
Culture: Skylander, Yyb, Sudean, Nomad, Naraat

The Dead Kennels
Head of State: Mad Dog II
Population: 120
Government: Collectively known as the “Mad Dogs,” they are a band of battle brothers wherein the title of Mad Dog is mostly honorary, and followers simply obey the Mad Dog’s word out of respect, rather than strict enforcement. Most issues are solved through butting heads if compromises can’t be reached, though murder within their ranks is greatly frowned upon.
Description: First and foremost, the Mad Dogs love violence. They will readily seize new territory by force not out of any sense of conquest, but the sheer thrill of rising in power to become the ‘Top Dog’ of the Rock.
Culture: Skylander

Gorjaan
Head of State: Emperor Hammad "Akameeddes"
Population: 2,200
Government: A rogue city state still attempting to keep the Sudean caste system in place, Hammad "Akameeddes" rules as the new Emperor, claiming that the sun god was a false deity, and that the god of war, channelled now only through him, is the true god of gods.
Description: One of the few Sudean states that has not fallen to anarchy and disarray after the fall of Ajab Abaj, Gorjaan is an intensely militaristic, dictatorial state under former Sudean general Hammad, now self titled Akameeddes after the god of war. The caste system is enforced with marshal strictness, and new ceremonies honouring the god of war have taken place across the city states, such as arena battles and human sacrifices.
Culture: Sudean

The New Confederate Boroughs of the North
Head of State: Supreme Leader Big Noose
Population: 3,700
Government: The New Confederate Boroughs is led by an oligarchical council of town leaders, much like the North Boroughs before them. Among these men a supreme leader is nominated. Currently that leader is Big Noose.
Description: The self-proclaimed successor state to the North-Boroughs. The Confederate Boroughs believe in restoring order to the Rock as it was before the arrival of the Sora System, including reinforcing the North Boroughs strict gender and thrall laws. Their main goal is to reconquer the lost capital of the Horenor.
Culture: Skylander

The Republic of Rex
Head of State: President Slaytan
Population: 600
Government: An intensively isolationist state, led by a former farmer named Slaytan. Slaytan rules with absolute power and has a symbolic council, though he rarely listens to them. Despite its name, the Republic of Rex is not a republic.
Description: Slaytan’s main belief is that agriculture and manpower is the Rock’s main strength, and has waged a war against newcomers and the Rock’s academia. All literate people & foreigners would be banished from the planet under his rule, and within his territory the use of off-world goods is a severe crime.
Culture: Skylander

The Remnants
Head of State: Crown Prince Theory
Population: 450
Government: The Remnants have always been led by one absolute leader, Crown Prince Theory, though he listens to the soldiers under him. Many Sorillian Legion tactics are used in place in the clan’s chain of command and organization.
Description: Originally made up of forgotten legionnaires from the Sorillian occupation and loyalists to the colonial regime, over time the remnants began accepted other deserting soldiers from the Oblivion War stuck on the Rock. The remnants are a fierce and warlike culture and held control of much of the Sorillian arsenal and weaponry left behind when the occupation ended. As a result, they were able to conquer their surrounding territories easily. The majority of their population, about four hundred of their four hundred and fifty people, are native Rockians taken as thrall slaves in their conquest. The blend of fighting styles from foreign planets make this rag-tag group unique in their approach to war. They wish to take over as much land on the Rock as possible in order to turn the desolate wastes into a haven for soldiers who wish to feel a sense of belonging.
Culture: Galactic, Skylander, Nomad, Sudean

Worshipers of the Occult
Head of State: The Devil Goat Man
Population: 90
Government: The Devil Goat Man’s orders are law, he reportedly channelling the spirit of the dark god itself.
Description: Hidden and scattered throughout the Rock are the Worshippers of the Occult. They reportedly have a hidden sanctuary, though its location has been kept a tight lipped secret. The followers of the Devil Goat Man, Old Horny, believe that life has no meaning, purpose, or intrinsic value, and that the constant state of war on the Rock is proof of that. They have embraced nothingness and believe that there is no morality in the universe, and that the only god, the only power, must be one with no morality either.
Culture: Skylander, Sudean, Yyb

The Holy Land
Head of State: Mayor Arubak
Population: 3,500
Government: A capitalist state under the absolute rule of its unelected mayor and founder Arubak, kept alive by the greed of the populace. The Holy Land is built around one main attraction, the casino “Pair’o’Dice”. The money spent and wasted upon this lavish facility was utilized by, Arubak, a former thrall who, in the chaos of the post Sorillian occupation, built the land of his dreams, a veritable paradise on the Rock of his own vision. A far cry from the desolation and hopelessness of the wastes. A land where the the status is decided by chance, by a flip of the coin.
Description: A society based on spending and wasting money and filled with lavish things no one on the Rock could or in some cases should likely afford. The Holy Land is a veritable haven of debauchery and greed. Casinos, gambling halls, and brothels line its streets. Nearly every building is designed in one way or another to get its visitors to spend money. However lawless it may appear to be, there are certain set rules in the Holy Land, and those that break them are said to pay a deadly price.
Culture: Skylander

The Horenor
Head of State: Co-Mayor Traynor and Co-Mayor Thistle
Population: 9,000
Government: The Horenor is a city state ruled by two-co mayors elected by the people every three years, bound by a book of laws. The co-mayors are meant to balance power equally so that no one person can gain control of the valuable city.
Description: The Horenor, the former capital of the Skylander state of the Northboroughs, is a mercantile city that tries to make friendly relations with its neighbours. An entire universe of trade exists within its seven walls. But, as it is a city ruled by the people, unrest, scandal, and law changes happen often. Snap elections are called when a co-mayor breaks their oath of office, usually at the accusation of the other co-mayor. It is the largest city on the Rock, and some say the most politically corrupt.
Culture: Skylander

High Rise Puddle
Head of State: Lemon Cruise
Population: 70
Government: A loose group of drug farmers who work for the eclectic foreigner Lemon Cruise around an oasis. A form of government has not been properly established, though Lemon Cruise has found himself as the majority leader of the group.
Description: Possibly due to the drugs, the farmers tend to be extremely paranoid and unfriendly towards strangers. Their fields are full of traps known only to them, and the oasis is guarded by trained ferocious beasts. All of the sale of their drugs goes through Lemon, who ensures fairness and equality between the farmers, settles disputes, and deals with potential clients.
Culture: Skylander

The Aces
Head of State: Leader Alzira
Population: 50
Government: An absolute democracy, all decisions are vetted by the people, including the selection of new members, which is based off on skill and abilities. Alzira was elected as leader due to his rare knowledge on how to pilot a starship.
Description: Alzira and his people began as a street gang in the Holy Land who discovered Argent Rapedo, formerly Argent of Rock, had escaped the Rock and became a member of the Holy Matranical Empire’s Presidium. Alzira and his people are devout believers in Argent, who they believe to be the greatest Rockian, and study his and emulate his lifestyle, his history, and his skills- including the ability to fly foreign ships and escape the Rock for greener pastures.
Culture: Skylander

Dwardland
Head of State: Viceroy Guntner
Population: 280
Government: The Dwards are ranked by their prowess in following the teachings of the most horrible father, Viceroy Guntner.
Description: Many years ago, outcast from the Naraat tribes in the Floe, the humble Dwards of discovered a text that apparently fell from the sky. This book taught them how to be horrible fathers. Thus was born the Horrible Father Coalition. Though they have a central base in the Hollow Barrens the Dwards move like travelling salesmen, trying to spread their vision. During their travels they’ve amassed a sizeable group of war orphans who really need some bad parenting.
Culture: Naraat

Arkayas
Head of State: Mayor Kieltyka
Population: 550
Government: A loose democracy, the people of Arkayas are divided into roughly equal groups depending on the number of adults. Each group has two to four leaders who answer to three main leaders of the entire state. In this way, power is broken up and the main leaders are not overwhelmed as population increases. Normally, the two leaders only consult the main leaders when it either concerns another group or it is an issue they cannot handle themselves. Leaders may be elected or added depending on how the community feels their group is being run. It is highly influenced by vote of majority.
Description: Motivated by the collapse of the two main powers on the Rock, a group of women banded together who had been tortured and abused by former gang leader Alarisset’s men. They resolved that while chaos had descended around them they were no longer going to let themselves live in fear. Therefore, this group gathered the few they could, mostly women, and settled a new city. They erected defences and made homes for where the children could rest. They resolved to be a safe place for travellers and those seeking to escape the expected bloodshed to come.
While they do welcome newcomers all visitors must register with a group to be granted more than one day and night of respite. They are more trusting of women though they do not entirely trust those in power. Therefore, leaders are under close scrutiny and can lose favour quickly. Those of Arkayas do not venture out unless it is to do business or to leave the state entirely.
Culture: Skylander, Sudean

White Hand
Head of State: The Albino
Population: 350
Government: A militaristic group under the absolute rule the “Albino”, who they believe to be a legend come to life. The Albino has a council of generals, who lead several captains and lieutenants, soldiers and non-combatants.
Description: The Albino rules with an iron fist, and the White Hand is one of the most organized and crime-free clans due in part to his code of conduct. To outsiders, the White Hand are zealots, aggressively expanding their area of influence, but surprisingly little bloodshed occurs under the Albino’s command.
Culture: Naraat, Yyb

The Necropolis
Head of State: Mordecai, “The Grave Traveller”
Population: 780
Government: A society run by the Head Priest or Priestess, elected by the populace among a group of their peers. Though the head priest may be in charge of the direction the tribe will take for the future, they must call a vote with a council of religious figures among the Yyb to discuss matters.
Description: The Yybal are a tribe worshipping death and the afterlife, though they do not precisely revel in death itself. The Yybal are one of the oldest tribes on the Rock but they accept newcomers from all across the planet to join their tribe. Most outsiders are those who've heard the legends of those who originally ruled the Rock who are said to be buried deep within a hidden chamber in the pyramids long forgotten by mankind. The members of the Necropolis aim to find these long buried rulers for some unknown purpose. Their leader Mordecai is a grim sort whose true heritage remains a mystery. They have a month long ceremony celebrating the Dead, and their festivities can be heard from miles away, though it is rumoured that their celebration has a hidden purpose.
Culture: Yyb


GALACTIC POWERS:
ImageThese are the states beyond the Rock, many trying to rebuild the legacy of the fallen galactic kingdoms that came before the Oblivion War. They are the great powers of this world, and though their attention has not yet turned to the Rock, in time it may...

Holy Matranical Empire
Head of State: Holy Matranical Empress Anaszia Kusiliosc
Population: 160,000,000
Government: An absolute monarchy ruled by Empress Anaszia Kusiliosc. A self-proclaimed holy state and succesor to the Empire of Ulfire, the Vindican Empire, and the Kingdom of Sor. The Empire boasts itself as the victor of the Oblivion War and also the central point of reference for the wide-spread Matran Religion, with the Empress being the religious head. It is maintained of both directly controlled imperial territories and vassal states. The ruling body of the Empire is the Presidium, who report directly to the Empress.
Description: The cultures of the Matran are as varied as its worlds. Though many aspects of the Imperial culture feel like continuations of the galactic kingdoms that came before it the Empire has played fast and loose with its feudal heritage, often making new nobles out of the conquering warlords across the worlds as opposed to reinstating old ones, and having custom governments and laws in place on each world as needed for maximum political stability. The Empire has also attempted to maintain each of its subject’s cultural independence, trying not to anger any of the vassalized people whilst still in a fragile state of rebuilding the galaxy. The policies of the Empire have been less aggressive than that of galactic kingdoms past, the Matran trying to merge foreign religions, languages and customs with the existing cultures rather than replace it.
Culture: Galactic

Empire of Longbao
Head of State: Empress Mellodia En
Population: 300,000
Government: An absolute monarchy resurrected after various succession crisis' with the help of the Holy Matranical Empire. Formerly a very isolationist Empire, the previous emperor forced Longbao to expand by introducing them to the galaxy. This introducing to the galactic kingdoms led to the exploitation of Longbao’s land and the decimation of its people, nearly eighty percent of its population wiped out in the Oblivion War. Now under new leadership, the world still keeps to itself but now harbours close and much more amicable ties to the Matran.
Description: A wondrous planet mostly covered in large bodies of water and very few patches of land, in the last ten years the Empress and her people have worked on rebuilding Longbao to what it once was. It is a long and arduous process, but the world is finally beginning to become prosperous again. Longbao also have begun to expand their power on their neighbouring worlds with expeditions into surrounding Dark Space and peacekeeping missions on the Rock and the jungle planet Jopak.
Culture: Galactic

Most Serene Republic of Neijei
Head of State: Supreme Magistrate Tui Fugong
Population: 138,000,000
Government: A mixed government model combining the autocratic principles of the former Baon Empire with an elected Harakan government. The Supreme Magistrate is elected by a council of nobility and reigns until death or abdication. A Supreme Tribunal operates in secret to uphold the laws of the Republic, their judgement higher than even the Supreme Magistrate's.
Description: The young Neijei republic is a combination of the Apho Xenxii Republic and the Harakan People's Republic merging. Two upstart states with skewed versions of democracy, the powerful Neijei republic is one of the Holy Matranical Empire's nearest and largest competitors. Neijei is a prosperous merchant state, their trade flourishing more so than any other system in the galaxy.
Culture: Galactic

Kingdom of Thalseen
Head of State: King Ludoman VI
Population: 41,000,000
Government: An absolute monarchy in the vein of the galactic kingdoms that came before. The Kingdom of Thalseen aims to rebuild the Vindican Empire to what it once was. They have recognized and taken in much of the landless nobility, swearing to restore their lost titles.
Description: Thalseen continues the tradition of the Vindal nobility, having made it out of the Oblivion war with it's feudal government intact they were able to garner the support of several of the old nobility. Thalseen has attracted landless nobles from across the galaxy, from the former Sora System to Tryptia. They do not recognize the Holy Matranical Empire's new government and insist that the lands of the empire be granted to the old nobility, though these requests have fallen on deaf ears.
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He heard nothing I said.

Argent watched as Tormand mercilessly beat the man and then place his hands on him. Now Argent was a man of touch but to be touched in this manner by Tormand made his skin crawl. He frowned and then cupped Tormand's face in his hands. In those few seconds he looked into the eyes of the man before him and saw his own reflection. He saw something he had seen hundreds upon thousands of times before, just never in his own face.

Fear.

"Then die," was all Argent said before sweat came from his finger tips and violently shoved themselves into every orifice in Tormand's face, sweat also ensnaring and squeezing Tormand's neck as Argent let go and stepped back.

~*~

Horik and Clorik joined Seru's laughter as they put out cups to collect Seru's overflowing gold.

"Rumors, our fortune teller, a lot of hearsay really," Ravi sighed. "Y'know, I uh, I think I know where this plan went wrong now..."

"You THINK!?" Horik exclaimed.

"Listen," Ravi snapped, "We're very poor! We needed to do something or these damn raiders are going to start kidnapping people! Y'know, steal people. Take them from our village. What are you guys, bad people? Help a cult out, c'mon."

"We give boats. You give us a weapon or y'know, at least owe us a favor," Caressa explained without a single mispronunciation.

"Yeah, we just go fuck ourselves and hope you all survive long enough to repay the favor," Ravi said as she rolled her eyes.

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"What is it you want?" Qunith muttered, crossing their arms skeptically at the sentient piles of shit in human skin before them.

***

Tormand hadn't time for a single sound, for one moment his jaw was held by Argent, the next he was suffocating. His lungs filled with water, his eyeballs burst, his nasal skeleton cracked. And in a moment, the Emperor of the Matran passed. Tormand's corpse collapsed beside the genderless reporter he'd murdered. He was the the last of his kind. A life that had been stretched on hundreds of years too long, finally at an end. The last Tormand was dead.

***

There was a patter at the door. Anaszia eating breakfast in bed when the news came in, so early in the morning. Argent had already departed for the Land of the Baonauts a few days, not as a Matranical representative but as a citizen, travelling on his own. Royal guards entered her room, Captain Gondes between them with his helm under his arm. Anaszia paused her meal, but after a few minutes kept eating...

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The bronze space-fairing shuttle was being refuelled by fresh water at the station, the citizenry aboard fanning themselves as they sat around in the dry Harakosian heat. A mixture of Baons, Longbaons, Sorillians, and Ulfirians- most overdressed for the weather they now found themselves in. Newspapers written in Baon font had been given out. Those who could read while the rest fanned themselves with the sweaty pages. A few suited Sorillians sat atop their luggage, pipes in hand and acting as though the heat didn't effect them despite them sweating their moustaches off. They'd landed in a small space-port village at the edge of the cliffs. Argent stood there, seagulls drifting wildly over the sea beyond...

From beside him a suspender wearing dark skinned man- though a boy of one, approached. "I-I know you," The man said with a crooked smile. Argent had noticed him watching him on the flight to the Harakos, but had though little of it. Perhaps he recognized him from his time as Captain of the Guard?

But no.

"You're... you're Argent of the Rock," The man said in an accent that called Argent home.

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"You sAck of shIT, I just explA-" Ravi began before Cultist #69 (AYYYY) clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Look, friends. Pals. Buddies. My kin from a different provider of life," the cultist began. "How much time do you have on your hands right now?"

"Not any left since you wasted like all of it," Horik snapped.

"Alright, fair enough," the cultist responded as Ravi frothed at the mouth. "How about we just give you a boat and even some of our cultists for backup. You go take care of your business and then come back, drop our people off, and help us take care of the little raider problem we got, yeah?"

"What makes you think we're going to come back or even want the cultists?" Horik shot back.

"Well we could also just kill her and not give you a boat?" the cultist said as Clorik screamed. Horik and Talideth turned around to see Caressa wrestling Clorik to the ground to put her in a choke hold. The ant seal she had been riding gave a low growl of warning and the cultists began to swarm around her, obscuring the two from view.

"My clo-!" Horik exlaimed before stopping herself, realizing what she was about to say. "my closest sister...Uh. Oh no. I guess we better do what they say uh. I don't know. I'm sure i can just make another one. What ya'll think?"

~*~

Argent breathed in deeply. Amidst the memories and heat that seemed to wrap itself around him, he felt a peace he had not felt since he had begun to accommodate himself to Anaszia's life. He hadn't even realized how much he had grown used to it until he heard the child call him 'Argent of the Rock' when he had expected any of the royal titles he had been called so often. It was a title he had no heard in a long time and hearing it gave him so much joy that he had a strong desire to see the boy's mother. Well, if she was alive. Though he wasn't very picky right now.

"Why yes sir," Argent responded as he turned to face the young man. "I dare say I think I recognize you. You wouldn't happen to be traveling with a female companion would you now? I'm sure she'd like to meet me as well."

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"What?" The boy asked, confused. "I'm- I'm alone, sir, I justa'... well, you're Argent." He smiled. "You're somethin' of a legend back on the Rock... saw your picture in the paper and everythin'. Is that where you're going to? Back home, sir?"

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Argent raised an eyebrow at the child but gave a low chuckle, resisting the urge to leave.

"Well now, ain't you a perceptive one? I am indeed going on home now. Got some business to attend to there," Argent responded in a friendly tone. "You seem a little young to be traveling alone though, much less reading. You got some kind of business, boy? Some kind of advice you be needing with the women?"

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The man was like nineteen. "I'm uh... headin' home too, sir," He said with a nod. "I left... four, five years ago? You know, the dream every Rockian has... my mama finally got me a ship and got me out." He squinted. "But uh... the Matran is mighty different. Things didn't work out... maybe things got a bit better back home."

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"So you got a mama on the Rock, eh?" Argent said with an insidious smile. "Mighty kind of her to send ya out though it's only right to be coming back home eventually. Never thought I'd be seeing the precious sands there again myself.. "

Argent paused and frowned as though that statement had bothered him. He really hadn't expected to go back. However, he also had never asked about going back either.

"Has your mama sent you any news about what's being going on out there? Maybe sent you one of those images of herself?"

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A long silence fell over the group of cultists and cowboys. Seru squinted at the cultist before turning around fully to face them and hesitating a brief Rockian moment. Deals on the Rock were...rocky. It was normal to expect betrayal and even death. Seru had witnessed her first betrayal a long time ago, among the desert sands in the cool of the night, where her father lay dead and cold beneath her.

Yet a gloved hand reached out to the cultist and the woman nodded, "Ya got yerselves a deal."

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The creature's voice echoed throughout the dessert as it veins began to freeze up, it's green, rot covered tongue repeatedly slapping Ada in the face. But it seemed the ice in it's veins finally had fully spread through the rest of it's body, as it's skin grew hollow and cold and shattered into icy crystals upon the sands below, howling upwards the sky once again as it's life was seemingly extinguished.

But as the night grew ever darker, it seemed as if the danger had not yet passed...

***

"Help!" a scream could be heard emerging from Elysa's tent. M'Kama quickly rushed out of his seat and dashed into the tent.

"Assistant researcher Hardlinger, h-he was here but a moment ago and now..." Elysa pointed to a sinkhole in sands beneath the tent. One that hadn't been there previously. The sands surrounding it were died red with Hardlinger's blood. "Something pulled him in!"

M'Kama sighed as he glanced into the sinkhole, spotting something below the grains. "Is there somethin beneath here?" he asked.

"Some tombs, we've discovered. Far pre-dating the arrival of the Skylanders, of course," Elysa struggled to gather herself, perking up a bit over her co-workers recent death. "From what we can tell, it may even pre-date the pyramids."

M'Kama had to admit he'd find this information interesting, if not for the current predicament. "Then it stands to reason that these grounds were not meant to be trifled with. Hurry and gather your things," he advised her.

"W-why?!" she asked.

"Because if we stay here, we die," M'Kama noted.

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"Persistent bastard," Ada muttered, sighing in annoyance as she pulled herself free of the creature's frozen grip. "I hate these types, so uncivilized." Ada paused, wondering if she should return underground or not. She had yet to find the researcher, after all.

After a moment, she shrugged. It wasn't like they were going to get any deader. She'd be back, and perhaps better equipped to fight the beasts that seemed to haunt these ruins.

Humming to herself, Ada skipped across the sands back towards the researchers' encampment.

***

High above the Rock, another ship appeared from the stars. The man aboard awakened to the alarm he had set, his golden eyes taking in the desert planet below. Grunting, he shifted into a more suitable position to reach the controls, and began angling the craft down to land.

"Falcon, if you're listening," the man said into the comms, broadcasting on the private channel the two had set up. "I'm coming down. Ping me your location asap."

Leaning back, the man sighed. He hoped she responded sooner rather than later, but it wasn't like she was expecting a call. It might... be some time.

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The boy frowned and left to go back on the ship. Their rest stop was nearly over, and Argent had quickly proven himself no hero.

***

"What is going on?!" Trillani exclaimed, emerging from his tent and stuffing his shirt into his trousers...

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"Something's out to kill us," M'Kama pointed out. "Best stay on your toes." He turned around to face Elysa who was busy collecting the bloodied sand, the only remains of her dead colleague and somberly stuffing it into an urn. "You. I need you to gather the remaining researchers once you're all done packing up."

"Packing up to go where?" Elysa stammered in response.

"To help Ada find your daughter, of course!" M'Kama stated, cheerfully. "And get you out of these accursed sands."

"That so?" a voice called out from amongst the researchers. He spoke a Sorillian dialect and appeared to be in his early fifties. Gray stubble covered his chin and narrowed, accusatory eyes glared beadily at the newcomers to the camp. "Don't remember too many deaths happening before you crawled up in here!"

"Mister Crisply, there were other murders..." Elysa interrupted.

"Shut up you 'ol dirty bag!" Crisply shot back, scratching his gut.

"Woah," M'Kama raised his hands.

"Ya crusty 'ol bitch!" Crisply continued his tirade.

"WOAH, Hey..." M'Kama interrupted. "Calm down, friend. What's your job?"

"He is in charge of security for our expedition," Elysa explained.

"And he's done a remarkable job thus far, I see," M'Kama noted dryly.

"FUCK OFF!" Crisply spat. "We got here and within a few days trek, my men dessert us in the middle of the godforsaken desert! Cowards! Rat bastards. All of 'em!"

"And are there any other sort of leaders of this expedition?" M'Kama asked. "Who is it that your people rely on. Certainly not him," M'Kama pointed at the scoffing Crisply. As he had asked, four more figures began to step forward.

The first was an old man, very tall but hunched over. On his face, he sported a thin black mustache, that was poorly dyed. His eyes were extremely beady and his expression hard to read as if his face was squeezed together by wrinkles. Perhaps, to counteract this, he wore a monocle.

"That's Professor Boughlin," Elysa explained. "Anthropology Professor at the Vench Insititute of Human Studies."

The next was a gaudily dressed Baoan man, younger than the rest but beneath his youthful face, there were signs of age. Unlike the others, he clearly seemed to have a great deal of money on him given the care put into the cleanliness of his clothes and the lack of even a speck of dirt on his face.

"That's Doctor Dei-fan from the Baoan College," Elysa went on. "In addition to being out lead paleontologist, he funded our entire expedition."

The last to approach was a violent looking woman with a long metal bat dragging across the sand. No piece of her clothing indicated she had studied any academia at all, and seemed to be some sort of stowaway who just happened to be hanging out with this group of professors. She glanced around with a fidgety, nervous look.

"That's Alsa. She's a last minute addition to our expedition. She's, uh...I believe you said you were an expert in the physical sciences, Alsa?" Elysa asked.

Alsa nervously gripped her bat tighter.

"Doctor Dei-fan was insistent that she come along," Elysa smiled.

M'Kama smiled in turn, placing a hand on Elysa's shoulder. "In all my time on this world, I have never seen such a miracle as your continued survival," he stated with a warm smile.

"Oh, well thank you," Elysa stated, absentmindedly.

M'Kama, whose expression had returned to one of low expectations, turned around and extended his pointer finger forward. "We go this way. Have your leaders gather your people and prepare them for a trek. Keep count of how many remain. We will likely not be alone..."

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"Ah, finally," Trillani smiled, grabbing his breeches. "Men and women of science. The power of Academia!"

***

The river boats swayed gently. The expedition was given a duo of boats, propelled by punt. Seru stood at the back of one of the wooden boats, Captain Ash at the back of another. Trailing behind them were three more boats filled with cultist warriors. Not a huge force, but doubling their numbers for any trouble ahead. So far the river had been much like the desert before it. Flat, swaying, too narrow for comfort in parts. Every dune that surrounded them looked like the last.

From the boats they spotted movement. A baby beetle crawling up the dune, chunks of sand falling beneath it's unsteady legs. Qunith grinned, leaning over the side of the boat. Their chain rattled as they rose a rock and pelted it at the creature. It struck head on, causing the baby to bleed and topple down the dune, into the waves of the river...

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"Woooo...?" a small noise rustled from beneath a small mound of sand. A beetle larvae, younger even than the recently slaughtered baby beetle. It nudged it's sibling's lifeless corpse. "Wooooo...." it crooned sadly.

***

"Well, not that introductions have ended, let us try not to die in the dead of this cursed night," he smiled, giving the others the sense that they would likely die. "Nyukiba!" he called out, his bee suddenly taking flight and scooping him up onto her back with her head. "I'll take point, Lucky will guard the back," the shaman explained, rubbing his chin. "First we find Ada and then we find your daughter," he pointed at Elysa. "And then you all begin to make your leave."

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Qunith snorted and closed an eye, taking aim at the second beetle. At their booted feet was a small pile of pebbles that they'd taken from the shore...

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As Qunith took aim, a miniature worm rose from the sand and swallowed both beetles before submerging itself once more. Horik watched Qunith's unspeakable display of cruelty as her eyes wandered over to Talideth. The woman had been quiet and pensive since they left the cultists. Occasionally, she would sneak glances at Horik but averted her gaze when Horik tried to lock eyes. Horik frowned. She was starting to find this game irritating, even more so since they were all stuck on a boat together.

"What is it Talideth?" she finally snapped as the woman had tried to stealthily look once more. "Are you wondering if I feel bad for Clorik? Why I'm not frantically trying to go back to get her?"

That was the natural response after all to Horik's calm following the capture of Clorik. Horik knew that but she felt nothing for the look alike. The worm hadn't seem bothered either but then again, she hadn't seen it since it had submerged itself in the sand upon entering the cultist's town. If there was a problem, she was sure it would have risen once more to defend the clone. None of the others seem particularly bothered either, assured in their belief they would be back soon enough.

The situation did irritate Horik. Clorik's body contained valuable information but she had already taken samples. Should they somehow shake the cultists off, it wouldn't necessarily be an issue. Any information on her behavior would be lost unfortunately and that opportunity was what bothered Horik the most.

Talideth pursed her lips in thought before answering in a hesitant manner, "No.. I was wondering.. How do we tell you two apart?"

"...Excuse me?" Horik responded with a slightly hostile tone, eyes narrowing. Talideth paused but didn't seem fazed by the sudden hostility.

"Is there a way to tell you apart from your sister?" she said more assuredly. "There is a great deal of sameness. You two not only look alike but display very similar beha-"

Talideth cut off as Horik lunged for her.

~*~

Clorik watched as the boats floated on down the river, the sound of cultists' voices all around her. She could already hear Horik's voice, clearer than those around her, telling her it wasn't a big deal. Though it wasn't because they would be back for her. The clone processed the memories she had as she searched for any reassurance while Carlessa pulled on the bindings on her wrists, making sure they were fastened. It knew there was none though. Whether they lived or died, Clorik was an anomaly that wasn't supposed to exist.

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"..." M'Kama began to frown. Their trek in the desert had taken a while. M'Kama had grown tired and had taken to relaxing back on Nyukiba. "It's been dark for far too long, do you notice that?" he asked no one in particular. There was something wrong with the sky. They were a brownish red but not cloudy. This far in the desert away from civilization, darkness crept and preyed upon the unwary. Wretched things, decrepit things. Life mis-given unto shadow.

"Everyone...light your lanterns," M'Kama noted to everyone, turning to his side. "I feel as if it will soon be in out best interest to see..."

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Dry lips blew smoke rings into the hall. They floated passed suitcases falling out of overhead compartments, travelling bags being slept on, families crowded far beyond their seats, before fading out into the stale air of the crowded cruiser. Argent sat beside a large leather-bound suitcase filled with his belongings. In the seat behind him an old lady snored, each breath blasting onto the hairs of his neck. They were packed in like rats, and the cold of the star sea had set in. The port window beside him was frozen over, the darkness of the Sorillian Passage beyond. No stars, no worlds. Just a thin stretch of space connected charted space to the Land of the Baonauts. He'd travelled it before, many times. He'd travelled beyond it, into the deepest corners of Dark Space, where the sea of stars dried up into a vast wasteland of void, and the only worlds that remained were filled with nightmares.

There was a long, bellowing sound from the hull of the passenger cruiser, as if the very metal was creaking in the pressure of space.

"Many a cold hour... but soon you feel the warmth," A voice spoke from a few rows back. Argent turned to see, over the sleeping heads of the passengers, an old sailor addressing children by candlelight. "When ye' feel the golden rays of the Jopak sun... that's when ye' know ye've made it through the treacherous passage."

The hull creaked again. The steady beat of the core vibrated Argent's heart.

"Then we're safe?" A soft cheeked boy whispered, looking up at the elderly sailor. The sailor grinned. "Then we are in the Land of the Baonauts... beyond civilized space. A place of savages... and pirates."

From his pipe the man ahead of Argent blew out smoke rings again but remained silent.

***

Lucky lowered a scroll she'd been writing on and ignited her lantern. "Surely this night must come to an end soon?" She asked the party. A cold wind blew over the desert, smashing against billowing trouser legs.

***

The minute Horik lunged Qunith rose, smashing Horik down onto the wood of the vessel with their forearm. The boat rocked along the rivers, the others noticing the disturbance. Qunith pushed down on Horik's neck, cutting of their lungs and flexing the muscles of their forearm as they held the desert-dweller down. "Tis' only a question," Qunith said, examining the pinned down weaker woman.

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The Old King


The Rock is an old place, older than most. It was a land like no other, but like any other all the same. The Rock too had conquering kings and queens. It too had war. Sands soaked in blood. Like any other place. But a land like no other.


BRAANG! BRAANG! BRAANG!


The hierarchy fell from the high lords to the nobles to the servants of the land. But even the masters had masters. And those masters were displeased. One by one those who ruled the Rock vanished. Vast kingdoms fell, fought, scattered like sands. To the ringing of the bells.


BRAANG! BRAANG! BRAANG!


All except the last king in the era of three suns. The Old King.


M'Kama looked ahead, his arm shielding his face against the harsh winds that had begun to kick up. Their numbers had dwindled and they had wandered far from camp. They needed a place to settle for the night before the sand storms increased. Before the cold of the dessert chilled their bones.

"There..." M'Kama pointed in the distance. He could scarcely believe it, but he wasn't familiar with the Rock this far west. Was it a mirage? Brought about by what? The group, at least had full bellies. And it seemed all too real. "A castle."

BRAANG! BRAANG! BRAANG!

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Horik clawed at Qunith's arms, face turning red, legs flailing wildly in a bid to be released. The rage in her eyes began to fade as her consciousness faded too. Talideth stepped forward, placing a hand on Qunith's shoulder.

"Quni, please, release her. The child doesn't know better," she pleaded as she watched Horik's hands slowly slip from Qunith's arm. There was a bellow in the distance. The bellow of a worm.

~*~

"Probably safer than where came from then," Argent said as he walked on up to the old man and the group of children. He eyed the situation, finding his presence to be necessary on such an occasion. "For these type of folk are a lot more honest with their intentions."

He could feel the gazes of the children upon him and for some reason, a feeling stirred in his chest. It was an unexpected place but he quickly knew why. It reminded him of Caithe and her stories. It reminded him of her voice when she read out loud. It reminded him of how far he was from home.

"I can tell ya'll that there also used to be an emperor out in these parts," Argent added with a small chuckle. "An Emperor Lun. Say old timer, have you heard of him? Maybe of a Cruelock by any chance?"

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A gun pointed at Qunith's head, and behind it Seru's eyes narrowed, her finger twitching against the trigger, "That's enough naw, let 'er go."

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M'Kama

Life and death, two sides of the same coin. With that in mind, he crafts his own luck.

Character Portrait: Frey
Frey

A violent child in a violent world.

Character Portrait: Seru
Seru

A soldier who lives for Cobran.

Trending

Character Portrait: M'Kama
M'Kama

Life and death, two sides of the same coin. With that in mind, he crafts his own luck.

Character Portrait: Frey
Frey

A violent child in a violent world.

Character Portrait: Horik
Horik

The desperate desolate explorer

Character Portrait: Qunith
Qunith

A Sudean Divine now in the servitude of the sinister Waste Witch.

Character Portrait: Tackel
Tackel

An oasis of justice in a lawless land.

Character Portrait: Tiber Girthfield
Tiber Girthfield

The hero of Gwyeene and leader of the Guardian mission on the Rock.

Character Portrait: Captain Ash
Captain Ash

A man gone wild, either by lust, by wars, or by the desert sun. Or maybe he's just clinically insane.

Character Portrait: Otis Lariat
Otis Lariat

A young Guardian with boundless optimism.

Character Portrait: Syra Onnet
Syra Onnet

A thrall who seeks more from life.

Character Portrait: Talideth
Talideth

A devout believer, an empty vessel.

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Captain Ash
Captain Ash

A man gone wild, either by lust, by wars, or by the desert sun. Or maybe he's just clinically insane.

Character Portrait: Tiber Girthfield
Tiber Girthfield

The hero of Gwyeene and leader of the Guardian mission on the Rock.

Character Portrait: Seru
Seru

A soldier who lives for Cobran.

Character Portrait: M'Kama
M'Kama

Life and death, two sides of the same coin. With that in mind, he crafts his own luck.

Character Portrait: Otis Lariat
Otis Lariat

A young Guardian with boundless optimism.

Character Portrait: Qunith
Qunith

A Sudean Divine now in the servitude of the sinister Waste Witch.

Character Portrait: Horik
Horik

The desperate desolate explorer

Character Portrait: Syra Onnet
Syra Onnet

A thrall who seeks more from life.

Character Portrait: Talideth
Talideth

A devout believer, an empty vessel.

Character Portrait: Tackel
Tackel

An oasis of justice in a lawless land.


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    by Nulix on Mon Aug 06, 2018 10:31 pm
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Re: Lords of Rock

Oh wow! Thats really nice candlejack, we're open! Some of our rps are really focused on being new member friendly, this one is a weirder, harder sell but I'm glad you're enjoying it!

Re: Lords of Rock

First time back in a solid while but this caught my eye as something interesting. I may ask to join if there comes a point in the story where another character could or should be introduced. I'll be reading along.

Re: Lords of Rock

Okay! First post is launched but we won't be properly starting until this weekend, most likely! I just wanted to set the stage for what was to come so everyone could get their first posts ready! We're still waiting for a few more users to submit characters so we wont start until thats complete.

Re: Lords of Rock

That's some great enthusiasm, guys, but let's temper that metal while it's still hot.

Anyone brave enough to make a character in this thread will have a great time. This is true writing, where memories are made, laughs are heard, and tears are shed for the stories we will create together.

Please... don't miss out. Join up! You won't regret it.

[This message is approved by DarKnight36, but may not apply to all RPers. Please understand that a select few individuals may have a different reaction to the contents of this thread. For those few individuals who will not enjoy themselves writing in this world, we truly apologize and wish you the best.]

Re: Lords of Rock

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They love rice on the Rock! I'm glad you're getting in character AtlasAtrium!

They also make pies out of ant dung!

Re: Lords of Rock

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Re: Lords of Rock

Now that sounds enticing Pirate of Pie! I love sci-fi fantasy that combines all desert settings into one for post-colonial anti-imperialist character based adventure! We almost have enough profiles to launch so we'll probably start later this week or on the weekend!

Re: Lords of Rock

Oh man, I can't wait for this to launch! Hey potential players! Y'all ain't never seen an rp like this! Not on this site unless you perused, browsed and otherwise absorbed the contents of the previous works of this group.

Action, drama, comedy, adventure? You want that shit?! It's all in here! We got all the ingreidents, the fresh recipe straight from gradma's cookbook. We firin' up the grill, setting the oven to precisely 350 degrees. It's the end of summer baby, you want your Roleplaygateway family cookout, you came to the right place.

So, gather your friends, gather your family. All of them won free season passes to the wildest ride of the summer, fall, winter, AND spring! Don't miss the opportunity to experience greatness on a cosmological scale. I can promise you, you won't be disappointed.

Lords of Rock

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Hey everyone! Welcome to Lords of Rock! We're getting our profiles in and will start in a week or so! Please feel free to comment here any questions.