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Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Bern, Switzerland

It had been the greatest moment in the Brotherhood's history, their ascension. After nearly a century of war and hardship, the Prophet and his chosen had finally prepared for ascension into the great beyond, where they would forge new, great temples and continue study of Tiberium. They would be unmolested by GDI, by politics, only the faithful and the enlightened would be present to bask in the glory of Tiberium, and the leadership of Kane! The visitors had come, built their great tower, and despite the efforts of GDI, and the hated traitor Gideon, Kane's vision was realized. All had been according to his great plans and machinations. Isaac had felt such joy at that moment the prophet and the last of the implanted entered the great tower, he wept and cried out to his congregation that their moment was at hand, their salvation! In one grand flash of light, they had all vanished, whisked by the technologies of Nod and the Scrin to the great beyond. Or at least he expected they had been.

When he woke however, he felt his heart sink. He stood among the familiar constructs of man, though there was something... wrong. After what felt like hours of exploring the many homes and buildings, it was obvious what it was. There was no Tiberium. The thought made the Grand Confessor somewhat uneasy and as he shouldered his rotary rifle, he pulled his personal datapad from his armor. It took a moment for the device to spring to life, the familiar scorpion tail of the Brotherhood amidst a sea of red brought an ounce of comfort too him. Soon the EVR unit within the device spoke.

At your service, Confessor, for the glory of Kane.

"For the glory of Kane. Tell me, where in His name am I?"

Searching. Geographic references indicate that that this is Bern, Switzerland. However there is a severe discrepancy compared to the files. Current geological conditions indicate this as a Blue Zone. Previous surveys, uploaded no less than forty-eight hours ago, indicated this as a Red Zone, habitation should not be possible without the most advanced of Tiberium exposure equipment.

Switzerland, that shouldn't be. Even if the the great tower had left Earth cleansed of Tiberium (GDI and the infidels did not deserve its power), Issac should not have been there. "Can you connect me to a secure Nod channel, or locate the nearest Nod protected zone or safehouse?"

Searching. Unable to locate any active Nod, or even GDI signals or installations within range. Recommend finding shelter and then, if possible, transmitter equipment to boost this unit's signal.

Even more peculiar. Isaac returned the datapad to its compartment within his armor and continued his trek through the city. Eventually he found his way to a great structure, somewhat decayed but of grand design. The EVR identified it as The Federal Palace of Switzerland. This would do for housing, for now at least. There were several desks and couches that were still usable, many more were worn and eaten by the ravages of time. Having found a suitable couch to serve as his bed, the Confessor walked from his new dwelling onto the balcony, looking out onto the barren city. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he thought, his despair now changed to amusement, and then purpose. "EVR, I want you to broadcast a message, locally please."

After a few passionate minutes of rhetoric, the message had been successfully transcribed and the signal sent out through the city for those with the means to receive it. Isaac carefully removed the cape from his shoulders, and using the chain which fastened it, hung it from the balcony of the his newly claimed palace. The heraldry of Nod fluttered as the wind grew stronger, The Brotherhood of Nod had arrived.
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To all the faithful, the enlightened, the downtrodden, and the hopeless. I call out to you in the hopes that we might meet, we strangers in a strange land, brought to one another by the hand of fate or perhaps God. Do not despair my brothers and sisters, for here we are all the children of Kane. The Prophet in his wisdom, has sent me to you, sent US to you, for with me I carry the future of all, the key to the greatest of destinies! I have been sent to shepherd the lost, and destroy the infidels among us, for they are ever present to test our faith, even within our own lands. Yes, this is OUR land, this barren world rife with ruin, it is a cautionary tale, this is our second chance to find the true path and rule over our land. Through the power of the great green crystal, the teachings of Kane, and the technology of peace, we will reshape this world in the Prophet's image, in the ONLY image. I welcome you brothers and sisters, for this is now our home. Welcome, to the Land of Nod. ONE VISION, ONE PURPOSE!

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Alas, I have none to give, but I can offer you something much greater. Knowledge of the wisdom of the Prophet and humanity's glorious Tiberium future!

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Sorry to hear you're having connection troubles, Gummie, but welcome!

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@thewizardguy
Hey wizard, how's it going? ^^

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Good morning everyone, how are we all doing?

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

This seems like it could be a lot of fun~



Name: Grand Confessor Isaac Helms

Age: 42

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Personality: A charismatic and zealous man, who truly believes in the power of Tiberium, and the vision of Kane. Peace through power.

Bio: Raised in yellow zone Y-6, which was formerly the south east of the United States of America, Isaac was quick to join the brotherhood of Nod, inspired by the message of the Prophet and the chance for a better life, a better humanity. His devotion and knack for rhetoric and preaching soon saw him raised from the rabble into the priesthood of the Brotherhood of nod: The Black Hand. While the Black Hand is an organization within itself, as a Confessor, Isaac's duties have always been to lead, guide, and teach the file and rank of Nod's army. When Kane was once more thought defeated, he kept the faith alive, preaching to the disheartened and downtrodden that soon their salvation would arrive, along with their Prophet. When Kane did re-emerge after the third Tiberium war, Isaac stood by his master's decision to join GDI in an attempt to make Earth habitable once more, and denounced the traitor Gideon with terrifying zeal. One of the few of the Old Guard priesthood remaining, many began to grant him the once prestigious title of Grand Confessor. As one of the few still upholding the word of Kane and the message of Tiberium, it seemed fitting, though it was not till Kane Himself blessed the tittle upon Isaac that he recognized it as his own.Since gaining the tittle, he has fulfilled his duty of leading Nod's intelligence agents and shepherding the flock, always beholden to the path paved by his master.

Abilities: Gifted orator and demagogue, uses hallucinogenic grenades, Nod datapad, mark 3 nod combat armor, combat knife, 9mm sidearm, and a nod assault rifle. He keeps on his person a large chunk of tiberium stored within his incense burner, spreading a small cloud of tiberium gas wherever he goes.

Universe of Origin: Command and Conquer: Tiberian Series

Organization Sheet

Name: Brotherhood of Nod

Universe of Origin: Command and Conquer: Tiberian series

Capabilities: Having some of the most skilled scientists, technicians, and engineers humanity has to offer, combined with the vast wealth provided by Tiberium deposits, Nod's potential is near limitless. They are well known for their use of stealth technology, weaponized Tiberium, and atomic weapons. Most astounding is the skill of their saboteurs and engineers, who have time and again shown great skill in assimilating other technologies into their own, and reverse engineering completely alien devices to suit their own needs. The sub organizations of the Black Hand and Marked of Kane also provide the Brotherhood with terrifying holy warriors and soulless automatons.

Objectives: To harvest, study, and experiment with Tiberium so that we might unlock the key to humanity's future.

Members:
Kane- cnc.wikia.com/wiki/Kane
Legion- Kane's greatest creation, a highly advanced AI that works as leader of the cyborg army known as The Marked of Kane.
Isaac Helms
The Legendary Insurgent- Leader of Nod forces during the Third Tiberium War.

History: cnc.wikia.com/wiki/Brotherhood_of_Nod

Universe Sheet

Name: Command and Conquer: Tiberian Series

Scale: War-torn Earth with threats from beyond

Setting: The Tiberian world has technology that is far superior to modern day Earth's. From walking war machines, to laser artillery, orbital bombardment, flames hot enough to reduce buildings to ash in mere seconds. Psionics are also present but are very experimental and do not occur naturally.

History: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Command_%26_Conq..

Power Scaling: While science dominates the field of war, psionics are an emerging force and would most likely be the reasoning behind any sort of magick. Gods and the like do not exist, at least not in any sort of physical or direct sort of way, it mirrors real life very much in this way. Aliens (or at least one species) however, do exist and are a threat humanity is ill equipped to face in full force.

Roma Invicta

Preservation of Democracy

Athens, patron city to the goddess of wisdom herself. Only fitting that it be a bastion of philosophical, scientific, and political progress within the Republic, with stores of knowledge second only to those of Alexandria. The city's market place was alive with the bustling of commerce and trade. Livestock, salesmen, and disgruntle customers contributing to a great roar that seemed to be alive in its own right. Philosophers and their students gathered upon the steps of great monuments or within fine gardens, discussing their views on life, the universe, and everything in it. Politicians argue with one another in their great courthouse, the process of democracy pushing ever onward!

Departed from their vessel, Pompey's agents have taken a carriage to the market place, now let loose into the city-state to bring the people to their cause. Pompey has obviously put his trust in their competence and ability, whether it is misplaced is yet to be seen.

Roma Invicta

The Road to Knowledge

With the withdrawal of the beasts, and another compelling rally from the Valkyrie above them, the crew and hired muscle once again redoubled their efforts to push back their attackers. The pirates in turn, still shaken by the events that had transpired, fell as wheat beneath a scythe, those not outright slain by blades or cracked skulls were left unconscious or writhing in pain on the deck. Their comrades on the attacking ship were even more distraught as they were assailed by magics of fear and shadow, as well as the blade of a Valkyrie. Soon those left simply dropped to their knees, pleading for their lives at the hands of their betters.

The twin to the first vessel was not in any greater position, its crew now under attack by the remaining lions and boar, as well as their Valkyrie trainer. Combined with the immovable wall of legionaries, the undisciplined pirates were being routed easily. Those still on their own ship must have deemed it better to simply abandon their others, the vessel working its best to disengage from the merchant ship. Many pirates were pushed overboard by their comrades as they tried to rush back to the safety of their own ship. Others were less fortunate, caught mere feet away from safety by the claws and jaws of lions, or the lance of the Valkyrie. Still, the mere skeleton of a crew which had managed to retreat worked their fastest to row and steer their ship away from the battle. A large cry erupted from the men as they witnessed the last of their attackers flee from them. Insults and curses were spat over the water for great beasts and Neptune to take them.

Prisoners were bound, stolen goods looted, and many of the crew were brought before the ship's single surgeon for patchwork. Cuinte, having been informed by another of his guard the conflict had ended, rose from the lower decks of the ship, to congratulate the crew and his own hired hands. He and the Shipmaster began talking, the latter of the two bleeding from a stab wound in his arm. As they spoke, the soothsayer's pleasant smile had curled into a scowl of displeasure. He glared at his 'escort' and cursed to himself, he would have to have a word with them soon.

Roma Invicta

The Road to Knowledge

The speeches given by the war maidens had the desired effect, the crew and Cuinte's hired hands quickly surged back into battle with renewed vigor. However, the battle quickly became less than that, it had become pure chaos. Pirates and crewmen alike screamed in horror as lions, boars, and some great reptilian beast began to tear men apart. Such a sight was more than enough to break merchant sailors and simple thugs. One poor soul was pounced upon by a great cat, his throat torn out by its mighty jaws, while another man was rammed into the edge of the ship, gored on the tusk of a boar. The latter of these two was however quick and still strong enough to thrust his dagger deep into the swine's eye, a hateful blow to assure mutual destruction. Indeed, the confusion caused by the savage beasts had stirred their own 'allies' to attack them, fear of life and limb clouding judgement. A great cat fell to many blows to its head by the clubs of the ship's oarsmen as the beast maimed one of the raiders. Soon both oarsmen and pirates were attempting to slay the beasts just as eagerly as they were trying to slay one another, survival driving them to fight in the face of no escape. Throats were slit, bodies maimed, one poor boar was impaled by a spear and pinned to the ship on its side. As it struggled to free itself, the would only grew and grew, the hog's intestines beginning to slip and pour from the gigantic gash. It eventually stopped struggling.

In the presence of the great lizard, many from both sides deemed it worth the risk to jump ship, jumping either to the mercy of the sea or attackers. Both seem preferable to being ripped apart by the reptile's claws and teeth. Those of greater will and confidence circled the beast, what few spearmen the enemy had keeping the beast at bay.

The second ship had forgone ramming their target, and simply pulled along side the merchant ship to contribute to the boarding action. Though these raiders were met by a fierce wall of roman legionaries, the trained soldiers easily dispatching the pirates that dared to charge their formation. Wiser assailants used their more brash allies as a distraction to sidestep the bodyguards and join in the main melee, while others attempted to strike at them from the rear. One soldier fell in defense of his others, dragged down by three assailants and a knife thrust into this throat. The three attackers were quickly dispatched by a group of oarsmen, heads cracked open and ran through by long knives.

All the while, Cuinte sat below deck, whispering to himself as he read through his book again for the countless time, his bodyguard quickly strapping on his armor and ever vigilant for intruders.

Roma Invicta

"Juno? Interesting choice for such a young woman. In all honesty, I expect half of you to just sign yourselves off to Venus or perhaps Jupiter gets his hands on you. That seems to be something the king of the gods has a fondness for." The Haruspex chuckled at his own words, only half interested in the 'priestess'. His attention was more focused on the sea, watching the waters churn and swell again and again. The motion of their ship within the waves soothed him, and was admittedly somewhat hypnotic.

The cry of a lookout, and then a raven, roused him from the trance. His eyes scanned across the water, finally laying his eyes upon a pair of dots upon the horizon, quickly growing larger and larger. Orders began to roar across the deck, ship hands rushing to new positions as signal after signal was ignored. Cuinte's bodyguard moved his hand to rest on the grip of his sword, the man's hard features settling into a grim frown as the new vessels grew closer and closer. To the dismay of the shipmaster and his oarsmen, the ships were approaching ramming speed.

The ship rocked as the first vessel slammed into its side, though to the shipmaster's credit he had managed to maneuver the ship to avoid the other enemy's charge, though they were quickly rectifying their overshot and moving to board. The crew of the the first ship had already begun to board, men armed with swords, daggers, and even simple clubs and hatchets storming onto the merchant vessel's deck. Many of the oarsmen were slain outright as they scrambled to keep their attackers at bay. Cuinte had chosen to remove himself from the excitement, his bodyguard cutting down one or two of the pirates as they retreated below deck. The rest of the military escort, as well as Cuinte's hired hands, began to join in the fight, a storm of blades, fists, screams, and fresh drawn blood raging.