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Bio

Hello,

I'm a veteran roleplayer interested primarily in fantasy, post-apocalyptic, gothic fantasy/horror, and science fiction.

I was born in Sigmaringen, Germany and I am a university student studying Forensic Psychology. I like hiking, Rugby, and 80's music!

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The Continent
http://i.imgur.com/x1zOPAf.jpg

Midheim (explored area)
http://i.imgur.com/Eo7iFDS.png

Lands of Jade (Known areas)
http://i.imgur.com/jQPYkSl.png

The Shrouded Lands (Explored areas)
http://imgur.com/gZxVcn4

Key:
White: Generic plains mixed with woodlands and hills
Yellow: Savannah
Orange: Desert
Green: Forest/Jungle
Blue: Ocean/Major River/Lake
Light Green: Vast Swampland/Wetlands
Brown Arches: Mountains or mountainous biomes
Red: Volcanic environment



Gaea, the world, crafted in the image of the primordial; bathing, in all their glory and beauty. But also, their terrible, terrible passion. A world of wonder as much horror, and by no means short of middle ground to assail the common folk.-Eonwaris, Chief Scribe and Historian of the Twilight Fortress. The Attributes of Fate, Vol II, iii.

The Birthing: A Prose of Creation

In the beginning there was nothing, ever darkness, save for a mass of formless energy anchored in the center of this ever dark. For an eternity this was all there was; but, through the passage of eons the energy burst and waxed like the moons. In an ever and all directional tidal wave the cosmos was born as the antithesis to this prior nothing that surrounded it.

As this energy gave manifest to the Heavens the first to arrive were the Vaulted Ones. Great Beings, giving the Heavens material form and shape, and the foremost among them: Aeman. Aeman gave the cosmos laws and shaped Heavenly bodies across the skies. It was Aeman that planted the seeds of twin arks, spherical bodies that would be host to life. For Aeman saw that the ultimate destiny of the cosmos was to belong to other, smaller beings that would wonder at the ever changing universe in full glory.

These twin bodies, Aearth and Gaea, two bodies representing one creation. For countless years Aeman and other Vaulted formed, gave birth, and soothed them into being hosts for life. Teeming with plants, animals, and forming in their own images the sentient races. These younger races were like children thrust out onto the wider world.

But, not all of the Vaulted Ones shared this value for being the caretakers of things deemed so small and insignificant in an ever expanding universe. A schism, unlike any that would come after, developed and broke the Vaulted Ones into two. The Dark Ones who wished to exert influence over these lesser races. Rather than shepherd the younger races to fruition. Thus, darkness wrested with light, one seeming to triumph over the other before being driven back. In a last act of love Aeman cut out his own soul and split it into two. Driving his divided soul into the hearts of Aearth and Gaea and thus banishing the Dark Ones from freely walking on both worlds. But at a cost, Aeman was split into two; Vaemidia, bringer of life; Avalar, bringer of death. For in the final act of selflessness was borne hope.

However, the Dark Ones would not be so easily cheated, and thus in a last act of spite they sundered the twin arks. Separating Aearth and Gaea from one another for all eternity…

Introduction to the wide World outside one's door.
Welcome to Gaea! A world of wonder and danger, magic and sorcery, beauty and horror! This is a role play/world-building/hang-out-for-fantasy–lover’s type deal. So this is meant to be rather large scale, but always the primary focus is to have fun and enjoy your time here. There will be role playing, and lots of it; also, there will be world-building. Every setting needs a world and I always enjoy allowing other people to create their own stuff within the already established lore. This allows everyone to get their own piece of the pie, and like ingredients to said pie, coming together in utter deliciousness. Yum…pie.

As such I invite people to take the already established world and through role play or adding in ideas mold it to whatever shape we can create. Do you want to rise and create your own realm? Overthrow a monarch? Become a Vampire? Be a Monster slayer? Perhaps being a Mercenary? Hell even a prostitute-assassin-sorceress hybrid. The choice is yours. The role play as a result is rather freeform in terms of narrative. RPers will be brought together loosely in a general plot arc, but otherwise be free to pursue their own goals.

Gaea, is a fantasy world, and whenever possible leaning to realism or low fantasy with just enough high fantasy to allow variance. There are of course many established nations and cultures people can relate to our own world in real life. Such as the Greco-Roman/Byzantine themed Paletine people, the Norse themed Naedse, the Hungarian themed people of Eszog, and the Germanic/French Middle Ages themed Saerheastan realms. If you look at the whole map you’ll see references to the Khmer Empire, China during antiquity and middle ages, the Mongols, African Tribes, Middle-Eastern Caliphates, Migration Era tribes, and the whole nine yards.

This is mixed with Elves, Dwarves, Dragons, and so forth. So the exact Genre of Gaea would fall into Fantasy in the broadest sense of the term. It had high fantasy beings and creatures but low fantasy realism. You are not invincible and Gaea can be just as dangerous as our own world. That guy you picked a fight with a bar could stab you in the back when you're facing the wrong way. That Dragon you insulted, just ate you, and by now hopefully you're catching my drift? I will take charge as OP the progression of time. I will be strict on travel speeds and not afraid to kill off characters. This is meant to add weight to your actions and make one think. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to attack that Dragon after all?!

The size of Gaea is also large and encompassing. The Continent, the central landmass from which most of the action takes place, is roughly the size of Asia.

Roleplay Mechanics

The role play puts you, through the eyes of your characters, into this world and allows you to experience it in full. However, the world does not center around your characters. This mechanic is a ripple effect. I will act in the capacity of a Game Master with our characters going through the world in a rather D & D style narrative of having a tight story set against a loose backdrop of events. Think Witcher 3 or Game of Thrones in that regard. Each quest influences the wider world.


On Magic

The Thing about Magic is that it can be fickle.-Archlord Asyran of Valtmeris circa 7 AL, Volumes of Fate, ix

Magic, Sorcery, Wizardry, or whatever else you want to call it. Is a rare art, and a dangerous one at that. While there are quite a few dabblers in Magic there are few Masters. Magic can do great things, and also terrible ones as well. But for the most part almost all Magic requires a price, or something in exchange. Cast a fire ball, well if you miss-caste/miss-pronounce/or even in some cases touch that magical fire you'll get burned---Usually very badly. That's just one example, so learn and use magic at your own discretion. A rule of thumb, the more powerful the amount the higher the price, shoot lightning you might crack a rib if you are not careful. Summon a Wraith, better hope you know proper binding incantation or you'll probably get killed. Want to bind a Demon you probably will have to cut off a finger or someone is going to cut off something as payment for services rendered. Only by meticulous practice can this be avoided. The means of which are secrets kept by the different Magical societies on Gaea.

Magical artifacts are roughly similar, some require a price for their usage. Others do not and can be used freely; however, the majority of these objects have a recharge time or can run out of whatever makes them tick. So use wisely.



Magic, a word describing something that blatantly flies in the face of reality, or a layman's term for someone manipulating the ethereal energies of our world. Magic is not fantastical but a law of our world. It is the breath and essence of the Gods incarnate. Divine. Pure energy that courses through the veins of this world. -Encyclopedia Etherius by Pythagus of Attalia, circa. 460 AL.

True to the words of Pythagus, Magic, in its most base form is the manipulation and usage of the ethereal energies permeating Gaea since it's birth. Noted at the Ether, an invisible, shifting, waxing and waning energy force permeating Gaea itself like a beating heart. As such in almost all societies found on this world, Magic users for their safety and others, divide up the various uses of their craft into Disciples. In addition Mages usually fall under what is typically affirmed by Magic Scholars to be a rough scale of innate and learned ability. Known as the Aurora Scale which can be used to test the Ethereal abilities of an individual.

Disciples
Light/Sun/Air
The manipulation of the Ether to use spells primarily revolving around light, banishing dark magic, and lifting curses.

Transmutation/Metallurgy
The Manipulation of the Ether to change and modify material objects. They are often in competition with Alchemists or mages who double as Alchemists.

Enchanting
Granting abilities and even personalities to material objects

Beastarians
Able to alter their form into that of an animal.

Water/Healing
Manipulation of Water and Healing. Water is seen as a source of life by the societies of Gaea and as such a perfect coupling.

Gaean
The manipulation of Earth. A dangerous and haphazard Disciple as this seemingly alters and warps the flow of Ether in an affected area.

Fire/Destruction
Usage of Magic in an offensive capacity.

Dark/Curses
Casting negative magic upon an individual. Typically outlawed by many societies. However, this aspect of the Ether seems more abundant due to the fact individuals can unknowingly curse someone without knowing it.

Summoning/Necromancy

Summoning is an umbrella term from which Necromancy is a part of, and overall revolves around summoning supernatural entities onto the material plane. Sometimes with disastrous results and undoubtedly the most difficult to master.

Aurora Scale
Levels of Mastery
Initiate: Minimal Knowledge
Neophyte: Basic rudimentary training
Adept: Holds basic mastery of simple Ether
Etherian: Hold's intermediate experience and typically a trusted individual in the manipulation of Ether
Archus: Master of a particular disciple
Grand Archus: Master of multiple Disciples of which there are only roughly Eleven in the world at any given time due to the sheer difficulty and time it takes to achieve this ability.

Ethus I: Little to no innate ability
Ethus II: The Ether flows through this individual stronger than normal and equally as dangerous. Manifestations of "pure luck," and "curse's coming true," occur.
Ethus III: Stage of innate Ether potential when someone possess what could be surmised as natural talent. Usually hunted down by Magical institutions, governments, or orders do to the possible danger they impose. A drawback is that a person of this level usually does not live to adulthood due to physical frailty that only recedes after reaching around twenty years of age.
Ethus IV: High innate ability and typically required for someone to be a Grand Archus. If not born this way (95% death rate) it is typically only achieved after a century of magical usage if at all.
Ethus V: Hypothetical. Able to seamlessly manipulate the Ether of the world at a whim.

APPLICATION FOR CHARACTERS (Delete everything in parenthesis)
Character Development
Character Name:
Character Race:
Character Age:
Character Birth Place:
Character Physical Description or Image (as in Picture):
Character Biography:

Their Lineage
Character Dynasty/House/Clan (if applicable):
Family/Dynasty/House Sigil or Banner:
Origin of the Family/Dynasty/House:
Character Dynastic History (History of your family):

Personal Effects
Acquired Skills: (This can be Archery, Swordsmanship, Equestrian; This just shows aptitude for a skill and you can only hold skill in three)
Mastery Level of Skills: (Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Master; A novice is beginner, Apprentice is some skill, Adept is a true forte in said skill, and Master is a honed skill of many years of practice. For example a Master Mage will have practiced the arcane arts for decades. An Adept archer is someone whose used a bow for years. Those are just examples)
Equipment/Important personal items (if applicable):
Acquired Magical Items:

Extension for being part of a Nation AKA a vassal
Nation Name: (The Realm you are a part of)
Liege: (Who are you in fealty too?)
Rank: (The Primary title, position, or social/military rank of the person)
Landed Titles: (Titles that convey land, property, or territory)
Honorary Titles: (Titles that convey no land or holdings. But are typically to honor an individual and/or signify a position like Seneschal or Steward)
Titular Titles: (Titles that bear no land or wealth but are usually have a significance. For example the Emperor of Alfheimr also is the King of Sarin, but since he holds a higher title this is now a secondary significance. As such Titular titles can often be made into Honorary or Landed)
Holding(s) description: (Holdings are Castles, Towns, Villages etc)
Vassals (if applicable): (Any lower lord-lings or ladies in fealty to you)
Population in Territory (that you’re directly controlling): (Take into consideration where your territory is. On average a Count or Lower ranking lord will have up to several thousand people unless they control a city and that typically is the entire territory of the Count if that is the case. Mid-level rulers like Dukes, Ruling Princes, or Emirs can have up to 250,000 people if they control a couple cities and that is on the HIGH end. I will critique this heavily)
Approximate Levy Size: (The amount of peasants you can raise for the campaign season (March-September). Typically every manor or village is to supply a certain amount of men/women for wartime. Typically vassals do not like giving levies over to another lord and so it can be DIFFICULT for an unpopular ruler to raise large levies. In addition due to logistics armies rarely will exceed 30,000 and that is usually the entire force without causing problems)
Retinues (If applicable): (These are the small, standing, and usually but NOT always professional warriors of a person or Household. As per their common name Household Guard or Household Soldiers)
Mercenary (ies) (If Mercenary Leader add name of group and size):

NATION APPLICATION
Nation Name: (Name of Realm)
Ruler (if applicable):
Government Type: (Monarchy, Republic, Democracy, Theocracy, Tribal Council)
Government Hierarchy: (How is the Government structured?)
Formation: (When was it formed or created historically)
Succession Laws: (How succession work? Is it Primogeniture were the eldest child succeeds or is it Elective were the nobles of the immediate rank below choose the new ruler?)
Gender Laws: (Do boys succeed first or girls? Are they equal or with a preference?)
Geographic territory: (Where on the map are you located. It is good to download the map to accurately mark it)
Population: (This is meant to be low, a barony may have a couple hundred to more than a few thousand, counties several times such, duchies usually have a few times that, and kingdoms more so. However this is not universal and can be tweaked depending on regional history and the like. Elves and Dwarves typically have smaller populations, Humans typically have more but live shorter life spans etc).
Military Strength: (Roughly 1-3% of the population can be mobilized for war. Obviously logistics issues can hamper or improve your campaign)
Military Info: (Detail the military of your nation)
Currency: (What do you use and what are the units of said currency I.E. Four coins equal this coin and so forth)
History: (History of said nation)

FACTION APP
Name of Faction:
Current Leader or Leader's:
Type of Faction: (Is it a Holy Order, Secular Order, Cult, Mercenary group etc)
Structure of Faction: (How is it structured)
Faction Members: (Number of people in faction
Formation: (How did it come about and when)
History of Faction:
Purpose or Goals of Faction: (What does your faction strive to do?)



Legendarium














@Fallenreaper

I guess I can be linked?
@Fallenreaper

Unlinked or linked?

I'll hop on the discord XD

@xodus

Thank You, if I have any questions I'll be sure to ask!
@Fallenreaper

I am interested, been working my way through the lore when I've been hopping online.

@Fallenreaper

Hello! XD

Aye you spotted me lurking about
IC is up and open
Imperium


The Galactic Imperium, the greatest civilization to ever exist, the cradle of culture and humanity. A dominion of trillions stretching the breadth and width of the Milky Way Galaxy. Unrivaled in glory, wealth, and power. The Emperor sits upon the Celestial Throne, the Senate governs in his name, and the Imperial military keeps it safe. But all is not as it seems. The Imperium is crumbling, stagnate for thousands of years, the Senate grown decadent and increasingly fragmented. Should the Imperium fall it would lead to another stellar dark age, another Warring States period, and much would again be lost. For twenty-thousand years it has been the unassailable pillar to hold the light of civilization amid the grasping sea of night's embrace. The pillar is cracking.

It is the twenty-sixth millennium and the Galactic Imperium has spread across the breadth and width of the Milky Way Galaxy. Encompassing approximately fifteen million worlds, deep space stations, asteroid colonies, and outposts. While the Galaxy has billions of star systems, of which the Imperium only possesses a fraction, it is the only civilization left in the Galaxy. All others encountered had been assimilated, conquered, or exterminated from the face of the Galaxy. While there is much still left unexplored, the Galactic Imperium is the light in the dark, but now after more than two hundred centuries this venerable candlelight is beginning to flicker. The Imperium is beset from increasing fronts: economic stagnation brought about by an increasingly stagnant society; increasing insurgencies and incidents of rebellion or piracy; xenos, the alien, long subjugated raise the banners of secession. The Imperium, while on average a peaceful civilization, is increasingly fighting on more and more fronts both militarily, economically, and politically. The Imperial Senate has increasingly polarized into various factions vying for power while the eminence of the Celestial Throne, the Emperorship, has dimmed.

Nova Terra
Imperial Capital

The Imperial Capital, the Throne World, the Heart of the Imperium. A city planet hosting over 800 Billion people, no one could be sure one hundred percent, as no accurate census can be achieved. Hundreds of thousands of starships zipped in and out of the system. Under the watchful gaze of the Home Fleet. Defense stations, FTL inhibitors, and enough firepower to crack a planet was arrayed to defend this one location from the systems outer planetoids to the fiery hell that was Nova Alpha orbiting the bright yellow star Helios Prime. It was a Trinary system, three stars, two main sequence and the other a small white dwarf. Three asteroid belts, and a total of twenty-four planets ranging from gas giants to small frozen wastes. Most where host to mining colonies and refineries. Two other planets where colonized. Hesperidium, an agricultural continental world that directly supplied the Throne World; and Vandora II, a barren world that was rich in minerals. Home to the Imperial Prison Complex of Tartaran.

The lowest levels of Nova Terran bore into the crust of the planet. Lightless, dangerous, home to various beasts and cannibalistic street gangs. Rising up the levels the better things got until you reached the glittering spires of the rich and prosperous. Air traffic in ordered lines sped along carrying anything from freight to private clients. The Imperial District was a singular break in this jungle of steel and concrete. A lush reservation of the planet's former ecosystem and home to the Imperial Palace complex. Covering much of the central continent of the planet. Nova Terra's Oceans long since diminished to a fraction of their former size.

Within the towering complex of marble, gold, jewel studded domes, and silver filigree lines hallways polished to mirror finish. Was the Celestial Throne. Cut entirely out of the most brilliant diamond. On it sat a man with pure white hair, wearing modest clothing, a white flower tucked in his pocket. The Emperor, Baldor, first of his name. Attendants, Courtly figures, and watchful Praetorians milled about or stood guard. He was flicking between data uploaded directly to the small holo-lith before him. Designed to look like a portable coffee table. Its fine dark lacquered, wooden, finish was plain of any metal adornments. Projecting from a small circular metal circle was a holo-page detailing various reports. Video Logs, pictures, and petitions. It was endless. He pressed a red rune shutting down the machine. His mind wandering to a calm, peaceful, relaxing place under a pale sun. He thought of his children, his late wife, and a life of modesty in his writings. His daughter was due to the Senate aright about now.

Imperial Senate

The Senate Hall was less a hall and more an immense hexagonal structure covering forty city blocks. Housing over two thousand Senators at full muster of all the politicians, with various offices and clerical levels, it was a pencil pushers heaven. A hell for the beautiful young woman sitting in one of the countless boxes within the central meeting chamber. Arranged concentrically and outwards the more one reaches the top. It was of such scale that one would have to take a hovercraft to reach the ceiling in any appreciable time. The building had its own climate control and could project holographic skies to the point someone might forget that there was a ceiling. The daily running of the Empire was conducted in this complex, this hallowed hall of legislation and bureaucracy, this red tape hell. There was always meetings, around the clock, of the various committees and sub-committees. Ranging from Civilian FTL license policies to opening a new official trade route to tax levies. It was a never ending affair that she hated unimaginably.

"Shall we get you some coffee mam?" said a hulking armored figure behind her. It was Companion Alarius of the Praetorians. She turned and smiled meekly, "No, no it is fine. Just some water and food will suffice."

"Yes, Your Highness." the hulking figure turned and young girl, an assistant, dashed off to place an order. Yes, the building has its own kitchen staff and amenities. One did not even have to leave the building if they chose too. It had recreational locations, gyms, pools, and internal Arboretum. Private landing pads allowed expedient access to orbit and else ware on the planet.

Thirty minutes later a tray was carted over. It was scanned several times when it came around to the Princess' side. Scanning for poisons, unknown residue, tampering, or worse. Lifting up the silver cover was a steak of the finest quality. Vegetables and a small salad arranged on the sides with a small slice of cake. Thanking the assistant with a nod the young girl withdrew. Her well tailored suit and short skirt vanishing rapidly behind the Princess as she resumed hearing countless speeches and opinions over the buildings speakers. A text scrawl on a holo-screen droned on beside her.

Black Squadron

The angular ships of Black Squadron where orbiting the Gas giant known as 24/G-459 in a star system that also shared a numbered sequence. An uninhabited system of little importance roughly twenty-eight thousand light years away from Nova Terra. The lead ship was the Imperious-Class warship Imperator Somnium. At over eight thousand meters in length and over a thousand at its widest it was a spear in the blackness of space. Thousands of crew both human and automaton kept the ship running. Its reactors silently kept providing thrust. A fleet in of itself, it was the flagship of the Imperial Crown Prince, and the lead ship of Black Squadron. A group of twenty-three vessels often placed under the Princes command for specific tasks.

On the expansive bridge a lone figure stood, admiring the vast blue-green gas giant below them, officers bustled too and fro alongside dozens of naval ratings. Ensigns supervised banks of computers and Lieutenants talked tactical layouts of the fleet. A figure bearing captain pips walked over and bowed curtly.

"What is it Captain?" came the previously lone figures deep voice.

"The Insurgent base has been discovered on Protoma, Your Highness?" Protoma was a backwards colony world. Not yet given the status of an Imperial World and home to about 80,000 people. It was largely desert with a thin equatorial stretch going longitudinal due to the extreme axis of the planet. It was a poor planet. Insignificant in the grand scheme of things. But now it was a center piece in the Prince's mind. The Black Hands, a criminal consortium that had once stretched across the Proxima Sector, and now reduced to a remnant now located on Protoma. Dealing in stolen goods, human trafficking, illicit drugs, and illegal weaponry. It was once a well armed and trained cabal that had begun preying on commercial shipping. Evasion and bribery kept speedy results from occurring by the Sector Governor. But word got out, and the Emperor had been swift to send his son to settle this issue personally.

"Bring me the prisoner."

"Yes, My Lord." the Captain made a motion to an Ensign who began speaking into a wall comm piece. Several minutes later a pair of Guardsmen dragged a beaten, starved, dehydrated, sleep deprived, and tortured individual. Both eyes puffy and blackened from punches, left cheek bone cracked, nails of his right hand pulled out. Several ribs had been broken as well. His left ankle was at an awkward angle. The Guardsmen dropped the man a few meters behind the figure staring down at the gas giant. Like a giant dull gemstone in the blackness of space.

"Your comrades are on Protoma. You lied and said they where here?" The man looked up meekly. Dried blood crusted around his mouth and nostrils. The look in his eyes was all that was needed. The lone figure gave a nod. The man started to scream, a flash of red light, and a fist sized hole was burned in his head. Silencing him. The two Guardsmen dragged the body away to be sent out the airlock. A small squat droid rolled in and began cleaning up the blood that had dripped on the decking.

"Set a course for the Protoma system." said the lone figure turning around, the Captain bowed, and the Prince walked off the bridge.

Several Hours Later

The Protoma system was host to a red giant star, four barren planets, and a single world with a lush equatorial stretch of land. The planet's population was clustered in a series of towns along a hundred mile stretch of the equator. Flashes of blue-silver light and Black Squadron had arrived in orbit. Forming up in geo-synchronous orbit around the equator squadrons of attack craft roared from hanger bays. Their sleek angular frames like darts. Followed by bulky, grey, squat transports. True enough initial scans showed a small unregistered series of structures on the edge of the equatorial stretch 50 miles away from the Northern most city.

Landing with a thunk and the hiss of pressure followed by lowering ramps signaled the inevitable outcome. Guardsmen dashed off the transports to be met by a hail of small arms fire. Low tech solid slugs, hypersonic rounds, and beams from laser rifles quickly turned the arid scenery into a blackened pock-marked hell hole.

"Covering fire!" yelled a Guardsmen as they moved up in squads. Storming the structures simultaneously. There must have been over four hundred Black Hands in the buildings, all armed, all dangerous. A Guardsmen was thrown back, a blackened mark on his shoulder plate, a glancing blow which his armor had saved him from. Getting back up again he ran behind a rock outcropping while other squads poured suppressing fire. The roar of engines filled the sky and a flight of strike craft sleek and grey zipped past. Dropping cylindrical canisters. Thermal bombs. Four buildings collapsed in fiery explosions. Dozens of screams as people burned to death. Jumping from higher levels, running from door ways, their bodies wreathed in flame. Only to be gunned down mercilessly or perhaps in mercy by the Guardsmen. It was all over in fifteen minutes.

Striding through the ruins and wreckage, a figure in golden armor, anti-grav technology worked into the shape of angelic wings on his back. He strode through the burning wreckage to examine dozens of corpses. A white armored Guardsman approached.

"Excellent work Commander. Have we confirmed all of the bodies?"

"Yes, My Lord. We have confirmed the bodies of the Black Hands remaining ring leaders and closest associates matching Imperial Intelligence." replied the Commander holding up a data slate. The Golden Figure, the Crown Prince, looked at it momentarily. "Compile a report to the Emperor detailing our success."

"Yes, Sir."

Black Squadron left Protoma within the hour. But not before purging the planetary administration of its lack of vigilance. A hundred bodies where hung that day.
Some delays on my end I apologize. Hectic college life.

Anyways IC will be up today
Will get the IC up soon
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