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. In the west the new Holy Matran 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.
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 evolving 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.
Lords of Rock is highly cooperative and requires a lot of communication in group chats and on Discord. It was mainly designed for the members behind threads like the Ultimate Organization, the Great Guild Fortune, and Nomad Clan, and is not prioritizing new members- but if you think you'd like to join submit a character!
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. Whatever your past you now find yourself within the vicinity of the town of Schittle. It is the 17th of September, the 466th year of the 2nd Era, and a very strange occurrence is about to take place- one that will change your life for all time.
MAPS & MEDIA:
Map of the Rock
Map the Charted 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.
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.
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".
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.
GALACTIC POWERS:
Holy Matran Empire
Head of State: Holy Matran 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 Matran 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 Matran's 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 VII
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 Trypia. They do not recognize the Holy Matran 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.
Culture: Galactic
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. In the west the new Holy Matran 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.
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 evolving 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.
Lords of Rock is highly cooperative and requires a lot of communication in group chats and on Discord. It was mainly designed for the members behind threads like the Ultimate Organization, the Great Guild Fortune, and Nomad Clan, and is not prioritizing new members- but if you think you'd like to join submit a character!
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. Whatever your past you now find yourself within the vicinity of the town of Schittle. It is the 17th of September, the 466th year of the 2nd Era, and a very strange occurrence is about to take place- one that will change your life for all time.
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MAPS & MEDIA:
Map of the Rock
Map the Charted 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.
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.
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".
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.
GALACTIC POWERS:
Holy Matran Empire
Head of State: Holy Matran 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 Matran 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 Matran's 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 VII
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 Trypia. They do not recognize the Holy Matran 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.
Culture: Galactic
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Julian looked out upon the sea from the deck of the ferry. He glanced to his right where, passed the few other people on the deck with him, the outline of an island was on the fog. "Getting close then," He muttered, to whoever would listen. No one did. In fact, he seemed to be the most optimistic person onboard, and he was there against his will. He turned to look at the rest. A mixture of tourists and refugees and perhaps among them another student or two. That was all Luna seemed to attract. He had noticed that when arriving at the continent from Earth. It looked great, the entire terraformed surface, a tropical paradise, but the people there look dingy, poor, depressed. It was Earth for those who couldn't afford Earth.
"Where are you getting off," A deep voice asked. Julian turned to his side to see an alien, a massive creature with a hard crusted head and tentacles coming out the side. It had beady eyes above a snout with large, sharp teeth poking out of it's closed mouth.
"The Academy Island, Windsor Island or whatever it's called," Julian replied. The creature chuckled, vibrating Julian's feet below him. "I'm heading to the town on the big island," The alien explained as it looked out onto the foggy evening waters. "I tried to go to Humanos but they did not let us on there."
"It's called Earth," Julian replied as he looked out.
"It's all the same to us, Human," The creature said. "We just need to find peace."
"Where are you getting off," A deep voice asked. Julian turned to his side to see an alien, a massive creature with a hard crusted head and tentacles coming out the side. It had beady eyes above a snout with large, sharp teeth poking out of it's closed mouth.
"The Academy Island, Windsor Island or whatever it's called," Julian replied. The creature chuckled, vibrating Julian's feet below him. "I'm heading to the town on the big island," The alien explained as it looked out onto the foggy evening waters. "I tried to go to Humanos but they did not let us on there."
"It's called Earth," Julian replied as he looked out.
"It's all the same to us, Human," The creature said. "We just need to find peace."
Bekah sat on a rock outside of the Student Center, staring up at it's tall doors looming over her. She wasn't sure exactly where she needed to be. Nobody had really cared enough to tell her, but she figured this was the best place to find out. She had arrived about an hour previously on her mother's private spacejet and was still in completed shock over it all. She had never dreamed that she would get to fly away from Earth, even with her mother a diplomat, although she had always dreamt of what it was like up in the stars. Of course, she had just scratched the surface. There was so much to be discovered, so many distant lands to be travelled. The thought of it almost scared her, but at the same time it made her thirst for more.
She stood up and took a deep breath. She assumed classes wouldn't start until the new students got settled in, but she wasn't sure how things worked in this strange new place. But she was determined to find out. After straightening out her skirt and tucking a stray lock of blonde hair carelessly behind her ear, she opened the glass doors and stepped inside. "Welp, here I go!" she said cheerfully under her breath, encouraging words that no one else here seemed to be thinking. She made her way over to what seemed like a front desk. "Excuse me, ma'am," she said politely.
"Yeah?" the secretary-type lady asked. "What do you need, brat?" She only looked like she was in her early twenties, probably just trying to make a buck. Bekah almost pitied her, even though her rude behavior was appalling. It couldn't be easy to have to deal with a bunch of kids around your age coming in and whining or trying to push you around.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I just have no idea where to go."
The secretary jabbed her thumb to her right. "Go straight that way and turn left down the first hallway. Orientation is in the big room that says 'Orientation.' Now scram, kid. I've got things to do." With that, she looked down--Bekah presumed it was a book or magazine--and ceased to acknoweledge her existence. How nice.
But Bekah just shrugged it off and headed in the way she directed, towards her new school. Towards her new life.
She stood up and took a deep breath. She assumed classes wouldn't start until the new students got settled in, but she wasn't sure how things worked in this strange new place. But she was determined to find out. After straightening out her skirt and tucking a stray lock of blonde hair carelessly behind her ear, she opened the glass doors and stepped inside. "Welp, here I go!" she said cheerfully under her breath, encouraging words that no one else here seemed to be thinking. She made her way over to what seemed like a front desk. "Excuse me, ma'am," she said politely.
"Yeah?" the secretary-type lady asked. "What do you need, brat?" She only looked like she was in her early twenties, probably just trying to make a buck. Bekah almost pitied her, even though her rude behavior was appalling. It couldn't be easy to have to deal with a bunch of kids around your age coming in and whining or trying to push you around.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I just have no idea where to go."
The secretary jabbed her thumb to her right. "Go straight that way and turn left down the first hallway. Orientation is in the big room that says 'Orientation.' Now scram, kid. I've got things to do." With that, she looked down--Bekah presumed it was a book or magazine--and ceased to acknoweledge her existence. How nice.
But Bekah just shrugged it off and headed in the way she directed, towards her new school. Towards her new life.
"Ah, the newest batch of students," an seedy looking insectoid alien clicked, leaning forward over the railing just above where the students were located in the center, gazing upon each of them with malice and disappointment in his compound eyes.. "I never -tik- thought it was possible, but they -tik- seem to grow ever worse with each -tik- coming year. They do -tik- not want to hone their abilities. They would be better off in -tik- Asteroid 8..."
With that the Ensindijee, Gruggulax shook his head and retreated to the teacher's lounge. As an instructor at the Academy, he often took it upon himself to scout out the new arrivals. His reports were often negative, but every now and then he found a few hidden gems amongst the coarse sand. These were the ones who would find their places in galactic society and find their place among the stars...
With that the Ensindijee, Gruggulax shook his head and retreated to the teacher's lounge. As an instructor at the Academy, he often took it upon himself to scout out the new arrivals. His reports were often negative, but every now and then he found a few hidden gems amongst the coarse sand. These were the ones who would find their places in galactic society and find their place among the stars...
Julian stepped onto the harbor of the Student Centre. He looked up at the rocks above him, carved into their side a small walkway that led to the flat ground. "Right," Julian said as he readied himself. A moment later, he was gone from the wooden dock, and at the top of the rock stairs, his bags in hand. "Here we go," He muttered, stepped forward on the grass through the fog. Soon enough in the distance the outline of a large building came into view. Outside it were several students, who had formed a neat line. Julian was a moment later at the front of that line, inside at the front desk.
"Orientation?" Julian asked.
"Where do you think it is?" The secretary said blanking before blowing a large pink bubble between her lips. Julian glanced to the side, where, down a hall, a sign hung saying Orientation.
"Right," Julian said, stepping toward the hall, and wondering why there was a line behind him at all...
***
"Gruggulax," Professor Punts, a tall, bald man spoke as he stepped toward the alien. "The students have arrived, right into our hands."
"Orientation?" Julian asked.
"Where do you think it is?" The secretary said blanking before blowing a large pink bubble between her lips. Julian glanced to the side, where, down a hall, a sign hung saying Orientation.
"Right," Julian said, stepping toward the hall, and wondering why there was a line behind him at all...
***
"Gruggulax," Professor Punts, a tall, bald man spoke as he stepped toward the alien. "The students have arrived, right into our hands."
Skye sighed as she leaned over the rail on the boat, her light brown hair flowing from the wind going through it. Her bright hazel eyes scanned the waters, trying to see out into the fog. She sighed when she finally decided she couldn't see anything and adjusted the guitar strapped onto her back by the band going across her chest. She mumbled to herself. "I hope we get there soon. I need to find out everything about this place before I start learning..." She looked from side to side, seeing a few other people her age but mostly aliens seeking a place to live in peace.
Skye yawned and pulled her guitar from her back, sitting cross-legged on the deck and giving the guitar a strum to make sure it was still in tune. She then began playing Ballad of the Mona Lisa, using her ability slightly to make it louder so everyone on deck heard. She wasn't the kind to help others, but she knew that a bunch of grumpy people would mean trouble and music usually helped calm a person down. As she got into the beat, she swayed slightly from side to side and played with more enthusiasm. A small smile crept upon her face as she herself focused on the music.
As Skye stopped playing, she was glad of the timing. The ship had just gotten into the harbor. She stood, reattaching the guitar to her back. She then walked off of the ship, following a brown haired boy who seemed to know the way. She didn't have any bags with her, figuring all she would need was her guitar. She followed the boy until he got into the building. She then looked to the side, immediately noticing the orientation sign. Mumbling under her breath, she walked in the direction of the sign. "Thank goodness."
Skye yawned and pulled her guitar from her back, sitting cross-legged on the deck and giving the guitar a strum to make sure it was still in tune. She then began playing Ballad of the Mona Lisa, using her ability slightly to make it louder so everyone on deck heard. She wasn't the kind to help others, but she knew that a bunch of grumpy people would mean trouble and music usually helped calm a person down. As she got into the beat, she swayed slightly from side to side and played with more enthusiasm. A small smile crept upon her face as she herself focused on the music.
As Skye stopped playing, she was glad of the timing. The ship had just gotten into the harbor. She stood, reattaching the guitar to her back. She then walked off of the ship, following a brown haired boy who seemed to know the way. She didn't have any bags with her, figuring all she would need was her guitar. She followed the boy until he got into the building. She then looked to the side, immediately noticing the orientation sign. Mumbling under her breath, she walked in the direction of the sign. "Thank goodness."
"Yes..." Gruggulax murmured, nodding at Professor Punts, facing away from the bald man, his hands folded behind his back. "This-tik- year is the year we will initiate...-tik-, the project."
Bekah sat towards the left of the auditorium, near the front. There weren't many people in yet--she had gotten there early, before the student ferry arrived--but she noticed that some were coming in. She was sitting in an area that not many people were headed. Most sat as far back as they could, probably hiding from the eyes of the teachers. But her years of training as the top-of-the-class perfect student drew her instinctively towards the front. She subconciously wanted to impress the teachers, and she knew that first impressions had a big impact on what they thought of a student all together.
She wanted to make friends here. She wasn't used to being avoided, and that's almost how she felt then. Some people probably saw her as a teacher's pet (which she was) and a lot of people hated that in a person. She had heard that most students her are forced and completely reluctant to be there, unlike Bekah. She was excited. So she just sighed and tucked her knees up into her chest and leaned against the wall next to her, hoping that there was at least one person here like her. She didn't want to be alone.
She wanted to make friends here. She wasn't used to being avoided, and that's almost how she felt then. Some people probably saw her as a teacher's pet (which she was) and a lot of people hated that in a person. She had heard that most students her are forced and completely reluctant to be there, unlike Bekah. She was excited. So she just sighed and tucked her knees up into her chest and leaned against the wall next to her, hoping that there was at least one person here like her. She didn't want to be alone.
Julian walked down the large halls and into the auditorium. Lining the walls were pods, inside them armoured figures. Julian walked further until he entered the auditorium, a grand space stretching back dozens of rows. At the front was the stage lined with a long table, seats behind it. Julian glanced at the empty stage before turning to find a seat. The auditorium wasn't full but the front was filling at a fast pace.
"Hey," Julian said to the a blonde girl in the front row as he sat beside her. He carefully placed his suitcase between his legs and glanced around the room, noticing everyone else there looked as confused as him. "Are there any second year students here?" He asked the girl beside him as more people began to enter, ranging from young children to those who looked as old as thirty.
From behind the curtain of the auditorium stage Professor Punts glared an eye out. "Gruggulux," He muttered as he watched the students enter. "This year I want things to be different. These things can be our saviour or our destruction. Which of the two is for us to steer."
"Hey," Julian said to the a blonde girl in the front row as he sat beside her. He carefully placed his suitcase between his legs and glanced around the room, noticing everyone else there looked as confused as him. "Are there any second year students here?" He asked the girl beside him as more people began to enter, ranging from young children to those who looked as old as thirty.
From behind the curtain of the auditorium stage Professor Punts glared an eye out. "Gruggulux," He muttered as he watched the students enter. "This year I want things to be different. These things can be our saviour or our destruction. Which of the two is for us to steer."
Bekah had started to zone out. She felt pretty useless right now. What she wanted was for a nice little injured animal to waltz on in and plop down, ready for her to heal it. Of course, that was rather unlikely. Completely unlikely, actually. She sighed and thought about how as soon as this finished up, she was going to find her way to whatever clinic they had and make herself useful. She had no idea where it was at the moment, but that could be figured out.
She didn't realize at first when somebody sat down next to her and struck up a conversation. "Huh?" she said before processing what the messy haired boy said. "Oh, I don't know. I'm just a first year. I'm assuming you are too?" she said politely. He looked as confused as she was. He couldn't have been here any longer than her. She looked to the right at a group of kids who looked a lot more comfortable than them, which she could tell by their contrast of throwing paper wads and garbage at the stage compared to the way everybody else was stiffly and, for the most part, quietly taking their seats. "They look like they might know what's going on." She pointed at the group.
She didn't realize at first when somebody sat down next to her and struck up a conversation. "Huh?" she said before processing what the messy haired boy said. "Oh, I don't know. I'm just a first year. I'm assuming you are too?" she said politely. He looked as confused as she was. He couldn't have been here any longer than her. She looked to the right at a group of kids who looked a lot more comfortable than them, which she could tell by their contrast of throwing paper wads and garbage at the stage compared to the way everybody else was stiffly and, for the most part, quietly taking their seats. "They look like they might know what's going on." She pointed at the group.
"Yeah, either that or they're just waiting for the moment this orientation is over to haze the new kids," Sam whispered as she took a seat behind Bekah and Julian, a broad smile across her face. "I heard they already started by moving the orientation sign. Couple new kids got lost, including me."
While it was true the orientation sign had been moved, there was a sparkle of mischief in Sam's eyes. Her face appeared somber though, apparently truly distraught at the fact she was already having problems on the first day. Walking into the auditorium was easy enough though. Sitting in the back was the obvious choice so the front it was for Sam. It was a shame though, she had thought, considering the people in the back probably wouldn't be so uptight as the goody two shoes in front. People were predictable, even the seats they sat in.
"Tch, I wouldn't talk to them. I heard from my older sis that the older kids like to pick on the kids who approach them in the first day asking for help. She says they target 'em to make tough and help them although everyone knows its basically bullying," Sam continued fretfully. "The worst part is the teachers don't even stop it. They buy into the kids the older ones say cuz the new ones are usually delinquents or somethings. You think hazing's bad, you should see blazing hazing. It's got the principle's seal of approval."
She shook her head and then offered the two students a bright smile, "Name's Sam by the way. What's you twose names?"
While it was true the orientation sign had been moved, there was a sparkle of mischief in Sam's eyes. Her face appeared somber though, apparently truly distraught at the fact she was already having problems on the first day. Walking into the auditorium was easy enough though. Sitting in the back was the obvious choice so the front it was for Sam. It was a shame though, she had thought, considering the people in the back probably wouldn't be so uptight as the goody two shoes in front. People were predictable, even the seats they sat in.
"Tch, I wouldn't talk to them. I heard from my older sis that the older kids like to pick on the kids who approach them in the first day asking for help. She says they target 'em to make tough and help them although everyone knows its basically bullying," Sam continued fretfully. "The worst part is the teachers don't even stop it. They buy into the kids the older ones say cuz the new ones are usually delinquents or somethings. You think hazing's bad, you should see blazing hazing. It's got the principle's seal of approval."
She shook her head and then offered the two students a bright smile, "Name's Sam by the way. What's you twose names?"
Gruggulax peered through the curtains for a brief moment, his menacing eye briefly glaring once more at the wretched students who sat in the auditorium.
"Bah!" Gruggulax spat, removing his eye from the curtains. "They -tik- shall only know destruction. If...and -tik- ONLY if all goes as -tik- planned..."
"Bah!" Gruggulax spat, removing his eye from the curtains. "They -tik- shall only know destruction. If...and -tik- ONLY if all goes as -tik- planned..."
"Well ain't that a delightful name," Sam said sarcastically. "Is that really your middle name? Geez, no wonder you're here. If my parents had given me a name like that, I would've probably been sent straight to prison instead of having the choice to come here."
A sharp, barking laugh escaped her and she shook her head, dispelling the last of the fit of laughter.
A sharp, barking laugh escaped her and she shook her head, dispelling the last of the fit of laughter.
"I should of gotten a grip," Julian scolded himself. "No really though, I'm Julian Maund. Earth." He said with a smile. The auditorium had filled up to near capacity now as the last of the students entered. "Looks like it's starting," He muttered as he sat in his chair and the lights of the auditorium dimmed. The curtain on stage raised and from behind it the faculty stepped forward, under a dozen teachers but still an impressive bunch. In their center was a large man with black, curly hair and beady eyes. He stepped forward and raised his arms out to the students before him.
"Welcome to the Luna Academy for the Fisted," The man said in a deep voice. "My name is Sir Wayne McKnight, my late father founded this Academy ten years ago, though he unfortunately could not live to see it's current glory... And so I am your headmaster, I am your warden."
McKnight placed his hands behind his back as he looked over the crowd. "Many of you have not been sent here willingly. The choice between the Jupiter Prison and the Academy is an obvious one to all. The world fears you, even here some will fear you... I know how that feels like, for I too am one of you," The large man said with an outstretched hand. "I too am Fisted. You are not monsters, you are not freaks of nature. You are powerful, and that power can either be a threat to humanity or an aid. We can teach you how to achieve either of to the fullest, but what road you choose is up to you..."
Julian looked up at the man who stood on the stage before them with a frown.
"And now, to tell you more about your curriculum, I hand the stage over to my colleague, Professor Gruggulax!" McKnight said, clapping his hands as to the podium a large, insectoid creature approached...
"Welcome to the Luna Academy for the Fisted," The man said in a deep voice. "My name is Sir Wayne McKnight, my late father founded this Academy ten years ago, though he unfortunately could not live to see it's current glory... And so I am your headmaster, I am your warden."
McKnight placed his hands behind his back as he looked over the crowd. "Many of you have not been sent here willingly. The choice between the Jupiter Prison and the Academy is an obvious one to all. The world fears you, even here some will fear you... I know how that feels like, for I too am one of you," The large man said with an outstretched hand. "I too am Fisted. You are not monsters, you are not freaks of nature. You are powerful, and that power can either be a threat to humanity or an aid. We can teach you how to achieve either of to the fullest, but what road you choose is up to you..."
Julian looked up at the man who stood on the stage before them with a frown.
"And now, to tell you more about your curriculum, I hand the stage over to my colleague, Professor Gruggulax!" McKnight said, clapping his hands as to the podium a large, insectoid creature approached...
Gruggulax approached the podium slowly, like a predator stalking it's prey. He gripped the podium in his claws, leaning forward towards the students, leering at each of them with eyes full of hatred. It seemed as if he were about to lunge out at them and strike. But instead, he seemed to simmer down ever so slightly as leaned over towards the microphone and hissed. "Witless fools, every, -tik- one of you! Worthless right -tik- down to your fragile -tik- human brains! What this facility -tik- has in store for you, you cannot -tik- possibly imagine! It is not for the -tik- weak as most of you undoubtedly are! Most of you -tik- will not be worthy enough -tik- to pass the trials that -tik- lie ahead! They will be shipped -tik- off to Asteroid 8! There they will suffer! And now! Gruggulax the mighty! Gruggulax the indomitable! Gruggulax the Conqueror of galaxies!, will read off to you the -tik- schedule of your nightmares!"
"First up! -Tik- Power Control Training!" Gruggulax spat. "Are you able -tik- to truly harness your -tik- abilities, little humanos scum! Or will you fail -tik- as many do! Will you lose -tik- control!? Will you lose yourself -tik- to the raw power!?"
"Then you will -tik- face the full might of linguistics!" Gruggulax spewed. "It is truly a troubling -tik-, " Gruggulax said almost sympatheticly. "Your fragile -tik- Humanos brains will never truly grasp -tik- the power knowing other -tik- languages holds! Next is space flight! This -tik- is no simple flight -tik- simulation as you water-sacks are used to! You will face live fire -tik-, the might of a falling star and more...YOU!"
Gruggulax leaped from the stage and into the middle row of the auditorium in front of a scared freshman student. "Eating!? While Gruguggulax speaks -tik-!? An atrocity!" Gruggulax's arm lashed out and gripped the student by the neck. With all his might he then flung the student through a wall and into what looked like an animal habitat from one of the science labs behind him. "Ah, the veranstoor tank," Gruggulax chuckled sinisterly, walking back to the stage slowly with his arms folded behind his back. "Someone -tik- fetch that larvae before the creatures believe meat's -tik- back on the menu, eh?"
"As Gruggulax was -tik- saying, next you are -tik- allowed a midday break," Gruggulax sighed. "Here you -tik- will receive your disgusting -tik- nourishment! Honestly, Asteroid 8 has better meals. Then you will face, Defensive Power Training -tik-, you will be attacked relentlessly! Ceaselessly! Let your -tik- guard down and you will face utmost annihilation! And finally, there is Offensive Power training, taught by none other than the Fearless Gruggulax himself! You will be forced to face many a terrible foe in a -tik- fight to a -tik- most likely disastrous finish! There will be -tik- no mercy for the weak!"
Gruggulax then breathed in a deep breathe clicked, "Prepare yourselves...And we from the staff all hope -tik- you enjoy your stay -tik- at McKnight's Academy for the Fisted. Thank you. Please remain seated -tik- for your new room assignments. Or face decimation. Thank you again," Gruggulax nodded politely, before he walked back through the curtains, and then informed Professor Punts that it was his turn to speak.
"First up! -Tik- Power Control Training!" Gruggulax spat. "Are you able -tik- to truly harness your -tik- abilities, little humanos scum! Or will you fail -tik- as many do! Will you lose -tik- control!? Will you lose yourself -tik- to the raw power!?"
"Then you will -tik- face the full might of linguistics!" Gruggulax spewed. "It is truly a troubling -tik-, " Gruggulax said almost sympatheticly. "Your fragile -tik- Humanos brains will never truly grasp -tik- the power knowing other -tik- languages holds! Next is space flight! This -tik- is no simple flight -tik- simulation as you water-sacks are used to! You will face live fire -tik-, the might of a falling star and more...YOU!"
Gruggulax leaped from the stage and into the middle row of the auditorium in front of a scared freshman student. "Eating!? While Gruguggulax speaks -tik-!? An atrocity!" Gruggulax's arm lashed out and gripped the student by the neck. With all his might he then flung the student through a wall and into what looked like an animal habitat from one of the science labs behind him. "Ah, the veranstoor tank," Gruggulax chuckled sinisterly, walking back to the stage slowly with his arms folded behind his back. "Someone -tik- fetch that larvae before the creatures believe meat's -tik- back on the menu, eh?"
"As Gruggulax was -tik- saying, next you are -tik- allowed a midday break," Gruggulax sighed. "Here you -tik- will receive your disgusting -tik- nourishment! Honestly, Asteroid 8 has better meals. Then you will face, Defensive Power Training -tik-, you will be attacked relentlessly! Ceaselessly! Let your -tik- guard down and you will face utmost annihilation! And finally, there is Offensive Power training, taught by none other than the Fearless Gruggulax himself! You will be forced to face many a terrible foe in a -tik- fight to a -tik- most likely disastrous finish! There will be -tik- no mercy for the weak!"
Gruggulax then breathed in a deep breathe clicked, "Prepare yourselves...And we from the staff all hope -tik- you enjoy your stay -tik- at McKnight's Academy for the Fisted. Thank you. Please remain seated -tik- for your new room assignments. Or face decimation. Thank you again," Gruggulax nodded politely, before he walked back through the curtains, and then informed Professor Punts that it was his turn to speak.
"Hey guys," Sam whispered, resting her arms on the the backs of Julian and Bekah's seats. "You know all that stuff I said before? Yeah, that was pretty much all lies. I don't even have a sister. These teachers though, they're pretty scary huh? Especially that Gurgle guy. S to the c to the a-r-y. You know, I bet, under that hard exoskeleton is actually a pretty nice guy. Hey, I have an idea! If we have free time after this whole boring intro thing, we should go say hi to him! I bet he would love that and we'd be his favorite students!"
Skye got into the auditorium and sat in one of the farthest seat from the stage. She was about to pull her guitar off her back, but the a voice started coming from the stage. She looked up and raised an eyebrow when she saw an alien. An alien as a staff member? That's new. She then leaned on the seat in front of her as she listened, glad no one was sitting there. She wanted to yawn, but the scare the alien has given the auditorium prevented her from yawning. She found the way he spoke annoying and had a hard time listening to him. The constant tik in his speech pattern gave it a tone that she didn't really like, not to mention he talked down about everyone. She then decided that she didn't like him and wouldn't be changed in her opinion.
Skye had just about closed her eyes to fall asleep, but then the alien said something about room assignments and she almost immediately opened her eyes fully. Thank goodness he isn't talking about it. Otherwise, I wouldn't know where to go after this. She then sat up and leaned back in the chair she was in, wondering if the next person to speak would be as annoying as the guy, who she decided to nickname Exo.
Skye had just about closed her eyes to fall asleep, but then the alien said something about room assignments and she almost immediately opened her eyes fully. Thank goodness he isn't talking about it. Otherwise, I wouldn't know where to go after this. She then sat up and leaned back in the chair she was in, wondering if the next person to speak would be as annoying as the guy, who she decided to nickname Exo.
"Who does that?" Julian asked, referring to Sam's awful lies. "And okay."
Professor Punts walked forward. "Yes, thank you all for your patience. You will be staying on Tower Island and we have already posted your room assignments on the Tower's first floor. Thank you all again for your time." With that the teachers rose, bowed at the student's, and made their way back off the stage, leaving the student's in further confusion.
"Gotta be honest, this place isn't brilliant," Julian commented as the students began to raise, already in groups with the people they had sat with...
Professor Punts walked forward. "Yes, thank you all for your patience. You will be staying on Tower Island and we have already posted your room assignments on the Tower's first floor. Thank you all again for your time." With that the teachers rose, bowed at the student's, and made their way back off the stage, leaving the student's in further confusion.
"Gotta be honest, this place isn't brilliant," Julian commented as the students began to raise, already in groups with the people they had sat with...
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"Is it supposed to be?" Sam asked as she put her hands behind her head. "I mean come on, if this was the choice other than prison, what could you have expected from this place? Of course by my question, I'm assuming I'm not the only one that could have gone to prison."
Skye sighed. Thank goodness that wasn't long. Now I just gotta find who my roomie is. Hopefully I don't get an idiot. Or someone with dream powers. She stood, pulling her guitar off of her back. She began playing a song, using her ability to direct the sound waves to only her ears. She knew the people around her would be confused that they didn't hear anything from it, but she didn't care. She yawned as she left the auditorium, looking for someone who knew where they were going. She wouldn't ask them out of uncomfortableness around new people, but she knew how to follow someone silently.
Andrew was in the middle of a firefight near the outer atmosphere of Mars. The Zerak have gotten far more aggressive in the last year and Andrew was to report to this last dogfight before beginning the rest of his deployment as a teacher in McKnight's. He hated that school when he was a student how bad is it going to be when he is a teacher?
A red light flashed and a siren rang out signaling that the ship was under siege. "God damn it!" Andrew sprung up and went to the cockpit of the small fighter that he was stationed in. "This is going to suck." He muttered and went into battle.
A few hours later the fight died off and the enemy had become victorious leaving only a few pilots left alive, Andrew was one of these few. The survivors were being shipped back to their native planets and Andrew was being sent to McKnight's.
A red light flashed and a siren rang out signaling that the ship was under siege. "God damn it!" Andrew sprung up and went to the cockpit of the small fighter that he was stationed in. "This is going to suck." He muttered and went into battle.
A few hours later the fight died off and the enemy had become victorious leaving only a few pilots left alive, Andrew was one of these few. The survivors were being shipped back to their native planets and Andrew was being sent to McKnight's.
So far,this wasn't what Jun expected.First it seemed there was a good chance that the teachers here wouldn't care if they dropped dead tomorrow,literally! Her dad's words to her were along the lines of "Love you sweetie,have fun!" and "Remember to be careful about your 'special problem'" but nothing about "Oh,and do well or you'll be shipped off to some barren asteroid." One thing was for sure,Ol' Mr.Gruggulax seemed not to like any of them and she definitely wasn't feeling the love when it came to him.Yep,she liked McKnight much better,I guess we're sort of...This makes me and everyone else here real-life X-Men. She definitely approved of the sound of that.
Look at me,I'm Gruggulax the Mighty! Gruggulax the Conqueror! Gruggulax the stick up his thorax,more like it!,A'lak playfully taunted in her head,Juniper just had to giggle at that especially since said teacher with the wooden suppository was no longer on stage.So when can we eat him,he looks delicious! Um,no.,she responded mentally.Come on,think about,he's probably crunchy especially with butter...
Look at me,I'm Gruggulax the Mighty! Gruggulax the Conqueror! Gruggulax the stick up his thorax,more like it!,A'lak playfully taunted in her head,Juniper just had to giggle at that especially since said teacher with the wooden suppository was no longer on stage.So when can we eat him,he looks delicious! Um,no.,she responded mentally.Come on,think about,he's probably crunchy especially with butter...
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A private eye looking to do right in a world he doesn't believe in.
Sam Araeise
A girl best avoided.
Prof. Gruggulax
A friendly Ensindijee teacher.
Chase Orvain
Sooo, you're saying that I have mental issues?
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Sam Araeise
A girl best avoided.
Chase Orvain
Sooo, you're saying that I have mental issues?
TEST
A private eye looking to do right in a world he doesn't believe in.
Prof. Gruggulax
A friendly Ensindijee teacher.
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Prof. Gruggulax
A friendly Ensindijee teacher.
TEST
A private eye looking to do right in a world he doesn't believe in.
Chase Orvain
Sooo, you're saying that I have mental issues?
Sam Araeise
A girl best avoided.
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McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
1, 2by Nulix on Thu Apr 05, 2012 8:10 pm
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McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
Most recent OOC posts in McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
Re: [OOC] McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
Yup yup always accepting! And triplets are a great idea.
Re: [OOC] McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
Are you all still recruiting?
I'm interested in playing triplets if that is fine with you, if not twins works, and if not that, even just one is fine! (I'm versatile!)
Let me know before I make up a character(s) that can't be used!
Tyce
I'm interested in playing triplets if that is fine with you, if not twins works, and if not that, even just one is fine! (I'm versatile!)
Let me know before I make up a character(s) that can't be used!
Tyce
Re: [OOC] McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
Also strange roleplay that's exactly like ours: www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/st-kni ... of-gifted/
Re: [OOC] McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
Hey I am going to be gone for a few days so just say my guys class has a sub until he gets there. Sorry.
Re: [OOC] McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
I think the Student Centre is the first place to go and then they'll be greeted and stuff.
Re: [OOC] McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
Did you have a specific place you wanted us to go first? Like Tower Island or the Student Center?
Re: [OOC] McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
I thought Bekah was one of the best character's I've gotten!
Re: [OOC] McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
You didn't think Bekah was too Mary Sue-ish, did you? :/
Re: [OOC] McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
Awesome! Later tonight two of my friends will join which will give us a good number. Maybe we'll start then.
Re: [OOC] McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
I'm definitely interested in joining this! I'll have my character sheet up soon. :)
Re: [OOC] McKnight's Academy for the Fisted
Okay I sent him in. Excuse the Bio/Personality thing please.