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Okay, a quick introduction to myself, I'm Comsicangler - though feel free to call me some shortened version of that. Now I know I've been on this site a while and had almost no activity, however that's been due mostly to big changes irl and having most of my activity on a different rp website, however I needed a change and so have decided to migrate here permanently. So hopefully I should be properly active on this site from now on.

As for myself, I'm a british uni student, studying archaeology in the hopes of spending my life digging a trench in the pouring rain. (It's not that bad once you get used to it)

Apart from that I'm a literate multi paragraph rper, however within that I can vary from 3/4 paras right up to 10+, despite that don't think that ever makes me someone you can't reach out to if you do less, I learnt with people far better than me and I don't consider myself great by any standard (Just fyi), but no matter the situation, please feel free to drop me a message ^^.

I have rped a lot of sci-fi recently and so am trying to branch out, paticuarly back into my favourite genres that I feel I've neglected in the past year like steampunk and fantasy so please, if you're looking for a partner for either please do reach out to me.

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One too many

For the Kingdom of Rostra, a nation spanning a small archipalego, life has been realtively peaceful, the fleets patrol the seas and deal with the pirates and smugglers which have rooted in after the Rasari uprising. After all the troubles of the last five years it seems life has finally been settling back in to normal, stability bringing the traders back and markets are now being stocked with more exotic foodstufs than the seemingly endless fish of before. Even further afield the Tianfal empire across the narrow sea which seperates the archipalego from the mainland has backed off, fighting invaders from the west.

Yet despite everything seeming to be finally going in favour of the people of Rostra, like all other times of peace, it didn't last. The troubles started on a remote island where constructs made of stone and clay, initially given life by a local mage academy in experiments designed to improve work within the kingdom began turning on their creators, wreaking havoc and slowly claiming the island for their own.

Despite attempts by local military to push the constructs back, their hardened bodies and shells proved to be much stronger than conventional weapons and so attempts were made to bring in mages to deal with the threat. While magic proved to be effective in damaging their shells, the effort needed to put one down for good and the introduction of more powerful metal constructs proved to be too much even for the mages. Four months later and the navy has managed to keep them contained, however it's commonly accepted that it's a matter of time until these things break through the blockade.

And so the king turned to the last resort and activated the guardian stone. An item of great power which picks four people throught the kingdom at random and gifts them with a mask, which when worn grant the wielder extreme magical power, enough to blow through the constructs. However when the masks had all picked their weilders and those chosen gathered at the captiol, five arrived with masks, each able to use the powers in the way they were meant to. However this could only mean one thing - one of them was a fake.
One too many

For the Kingdom of Rostra, a nation spanning a small archipalego, life has been realtively peaceful, the fleets patrol the seas and deal with the pirates and smugglers which have rooted in after the Rasari uprising. After all the troubles of the last five years it seems life has finally been settling back in to normal, stability bringing the traders back and markets are now being stocked with more exotic foodstufs than the seemingly endless fish of before. Even further afield the Tianfal empire across the narrow sea which seperates the archipalego from the mainland has backed off, fighting invaders from the west.

Yet despite everything seeming to be finally going in favour of the people of Rostra, like all other times of peace, it didn't last. The troubles started on a remote island where constructs made of stone and clay, initially given life by a local mage academy in experiments designed to improve work within the kingdom began turning on their creators, wreaking havoc and slowly claiming the island for their own.

Despite attempts by local military to push the constructs back, their hardened bodies and shells proved to be much stronger than conventional weapons and so attempts were made to bring in mages to deal with the threat. While magic proved to be effective in damaging their shells, the effort needed to put one down for good and the introduction of more powerful metal constructs proved to be too much even for the mages. Four months later and the navy has managed to keep them contained, however it's commonly accepted that it's a matter of time until these things break through the blockade.

And so the king turned to the last resort and activated the guardian stone. An item of great power which picks four people throught the kingdom at random and gifts them with a mask, which when worn grant the wielder extreme magical power, enough to blow through the constructs. However when the masks had all picked their weilders and those chosen gathered at the captiol, five arrived with masks, each able to use the powers in the way they were meant to. However this could only mean one thing - one of them was a fake.

With the central mystery set up, I'll explain a few things - For the rp one of you will be the fake, however I will not pick the fake until the five places are filled, so if you are interested and you would like to join, please create your character with the idea that they are not going to the fake. As for magic from the mask you will all have equal levels of powers from the artifact, which are only active when the mask is on your characters face. I'm running it as a rather loose system basen on generic things such as manipulating fire, water, fog or lightning as the powers are not the focus of the story, its the team dynamic. On that note, when creating a character please do keep in mind that for the rp to work, your character needs to be one who can at least attempt to work with the others to face the greater threat while trying to uncover the fake.

For places within the kingdom to come from and one from each please -

As someone who's been in rping for a while, (On the site for a bit too, but only just decided to make this place properly my home for online rping) reading/ understanding this has been super insightful for getting different opinions on the matter. For a long time I've done exclusive one and done characters although reading this had given me to recognising a few persistent tends which come up throughout my writing and characters.

So a simple thanks for sharing all your points here, it's been super interesting reading them all ^^
It was a fairly dim day down in the Underlands of Myllenor, although that was like saying a large body of water is quite wet. There were the thin grates up in the ceiling yet they seemed to have been designed with the express purpose of letting air in, but keeping as much light as possible out. Probably so the city council could charge extra rates from the citizens of Underlands by having most of the light come from those expensive gas lamps they kept installing everywhere, Tak-Thar mused.

Not that he really considered that his problem, he lived out in District 012, a place best described he thought as somewhere so shady even the occasional gas lamp seemed to be fighting a losing battle against the shadows that hung off every surface. Probably because they were too frightened of illuminating what hid in those areas.

He shrugged, or made a movement as similar to that as you could while being a gigantic Spider-Ant, to anyone else they would see the upper two, large spiked appendages splay outwards in a twisted mockery of such an expression.

The place had its own benefits, a lack of law enforcement meant that those more dangerous of fighting rings could thrive down there, the unsanctioned underdark too. Such a place was thriving with its own sort of life and energy, one perfect for an Agurian of his size and strength. The phrase - give an Agurian an enemy to fight and they’ll be your friend for life seemed to ring most true here. Yes there were gangs and violence between them on an almost daily basis but the comradery between them was one like a close-knit family. Not to mention the pits were amazing for finding mates, he’d met his after watching her tear a rival gang trooper in half, what a lovely sight that had been.

Truth be told he much prefered the darker pits of District 012 than the cleaner, more well kept and open streets of 04. It sure was nicer by the general definition here, but out there, they were more free to be themselves, go with their “Primal” urges as it were. Sometimes he wondered if he should move on out there, mingle with the others that lived there, see the sights.

Although anything would be considered a sight to the one he was currently seeing, comprised of mostly brick walls rushing past the exterior of the train, with the occasional glimpse of sidestreet and then the main roads beyond. All in all, not the most interesting of sights, but still it was better than seeing the one inside Big Nym’s furnace.

“Stopping at District 04, central platform!” The voice of a fairly dissintered elf blared over the loudspeaker.

Tak-Thar looked up then swung his four eyes outward to face the incoming platform, he could already her the low level chattering, both literally and figuratively of the crowd outside. Soon he’d be out there and completing his task, then he could retreat back to the safety of the darker pits of outer districts.

Putting one appendage out onto the platform he could already feel the difference through the feelers in his legs, the ground was more smooth, less cracked in random places and more in a proper grid layout. It was weird and he felt odd standing on it, back down in District 012 he could tell exactly where he stood simply through the differences in ground material, here everything was too samey and he didn’t like it.

Still he had his orders and he was going to carry them out, it wasn’t like there was any way he could shirk these either, bodies just don’t around disappearing by themselves and he had nowhere near the appetite to clean all of it up.

Not that it was a bad walk per say, just a short tram ride on the silver line was it? He checked the instructions once more, yes it was the silver line. Two stops, down Valium street then onto Solaris Boulevard, just a quick ten minute journey.

He could have walked, in fact he’d taken much longer strolls back at home, but here he just wanted to be in and out. He’d just hand the ticket over and hop on the back and sure enough, nine minutes he was there, stepping off as the tram trundled on off further down Solaris boulevard down towards the banking sector.

Looking around fervently he took one look around before heading slightly further up the street towards a gigantic building which seemed to forcefully be pushing the buildings next to it away in a bid to expand outwards. It even reached up to the concrete ceiling above where it stretched on into the Groundlands then Skylands above.

As he stepped up to the door it was almost impossible to notice the uniformed Agurians and elves which stood sharply to attention around the exterior of the structure. None of them appeared armed, but that was a front, he knew from experience each was concealing a small handgun somewhere about their person.

Even considering where he came from these were not a group he ever wanted to mess with, each one having far more training than the simple fights and gang wars could provide him. Keeping his gaze firmly locked on the door he pushed the outer doors open and was greeted with the familiar sight of exuberant decadence, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling far above, each desk within the hall protected by finely gilded bars. Guards in their sharp uniforms patrolling the ground and many walkways above. Even the grand staircase lived up to its word, the finest and painstakingly decorated carpets lining its bannisters, each individually decorated.

He knew the clark he had been ordered to speak to, a large bulky Agurian languishing in an empty booth waiting for a new customer, that person just happening to be Tak-Thar. As he approached he could already recognise the face of Big Nym, one of undertakers running the Underlands sector of Liari and co undertakers.

“Ahh! Tak-Thar, my favourite soldier of the grey-hounds! What brings you to our humble establishment today, had another raid?” As the beast of an Agurian opened its mouth Tak-Thar saw the familiar set of golden mandibles which if shone with a torch would glitter like a minature disco, not that anyone would want to try that, usually if they did they’d soon find themselves attempting to navigate the inside of a furnace.

“Yeah, we got hit with another one, gave em as good as we got mind you.”

“Oh I don’t doubt you did! Very tough lot you are, but excellent customers. I’ve had many a job from other gangs because of you!”

Tak-Thar nodded slowly, it was a routine that he was all too familiar with, the little round of niceties before they got down to business. His boss called it diplomacy, he just called it pointless.

“So how’s the mate, still tearing people in half? Good good!”

“I’m sure she will be sending a few your way soon.”

Big Nym laughed, a rough sound, which always sounded closer to a large number of saucepans being battered together rather than the one it was supposed to be imitating. “I’m sure she will, now about this business, how many bodies ya got?”

“About 16, 9 of ours, 7 of theirs”

“Well, well well, that must have been a right old fight eh? Getting to work on rebuilding already eh?” As he spoke the undertaker leaned forward slowly, An appendage reaching into the carefully crafted suit he wore, “Well for such a good customer, would you like a nice sample of our latest? We have the finest Spirit and Bliss.”

The Agurian’s mandibles chattered together excitedly, it had been a while since he’d had either and the internal craving for both had grown, yet it had also been too long since he’d been in the pits, something that Spirit was certain to solve. “It’ll be Spirit for me.”

“Wanting to impress the mate eh? Well don’t you worry, I’ll have an extra special case sent right up for you, now run along and tell your boss the job will be 800 Dacha, make sure to have it ready when our team arrives.”

Then that was it, he was free to head back to District 012, back to the darkness where he belonged. Tak-Thar breathed a sigh of relief and skittered happily on his way, completely unaware of the wars going on outside of the Dominion.


Up above in the totally different city of Thalor was a flurry of far more political activity, most of which was centered on The Senate House, the seat of government with Lieria. White smoke billowed from the central dome indicating that the session currently in order was not merely a normal one where small and petty matters were argued for days on end, but one that concerned the entire future of the Dominion.

Of course every citizen with a radio and most of the ones without knew the reason for this: the civil war that had erupted across the Imperial heartlands, fought by two of the sons of the old and now deceased emperor, the fact that three of the Imperial dominions had rebelled and chaos was spreading throughout the empire.

Throughout the streets there was not so much an atmosphere of fear or even tension at the news, but more one of excitement and anticipation. While those up in the Skylands cursed this news as something that brought confusion and disruptions to trade routes, but one thing was certain in the hearts in the hearts and minds of the people, Lieria was going to go to war.

Within the centre of the Senate house, two radically different debates were currently going on, the first inside the general assembly chambers resembled more a 14 way skirmish than it did any reasonable debate or sense of coherence, although that was more due to the fact that most were waiting for the Elected Council to finish debating

Inside the Council room 9 elves sat around a round table engaged in a heated, but eerily calm debate. This was after all something that not one of them were willing to descend into argument when if something was to be done it was to be done quickly.

“I refuse to pick a side in this, we should be turning our guns outwards, not inwards at our own allies!”

“You say that they’re our allies, but have you not considered, Ecruir is a hardline supremacist! We cannot allow someone like that to be ruling the Imperium! So much of our benefits come from the trade and openness we have fostered over these last few years! So much of our businesses thrive from the current setup!”

“As much as I hate to admit it Vulwyn here has a point, while we may not see eye to eye on many matters, Lieria has been growing under the current ruling, a man such as Ecruir would be disastrous for our nation.”

“Well I for one -”

“I present the motion that the Council votes to support Olarth in the civil war.”

Eight heads turned to face the single most controversial figure in Lierin politics, someone who’d just gone and done the thing that they were all dancing around actually doing.

A single dissenting voice spoke up, it all seemed to quick for them, the opposing side was gaining momentum and that was never something they wanted. “Surely it is a bit too early for that, we can’t just jump straight to it can we…?”
“I second that motion!”

Aimon stared at Zentha gratefully, his eyes expressing a silent thank you at the speed in which she’d recovered and pushed forwards towards their current shared goal. Both knew that an edge if maintained during a debate was crucial for not giving the opposition time to think and speak, especially when that time usually included making alliances and deals.

Inianlos was the next to speak up, as the oldest and most venerable member of the council he was the one expected to lead into the new parts of sessions, acting practically as the defacto chair. “Well then, with a seconded motion we now move into the next phase, each member of the council shall have no more than five minutes to put forward their arguments for this meeting.” He slowly leant forward and reached into the pot infront of him, taking great care to rummage around before producing a single slip of paper. “Our first speaker will be Kidhel Quilen of the Military Front.”

The slightly aged elf looked around before standing up in his chair. His single violet eye surveying the assembled council before him with that calculating glare he was so well known for, before softening into warm gratefulness. “I am thankful that I was the one chosen to speak first for I have many thing to address to you here, however the most important of which is that no matter the decision here Lieria is going to have to militarise.”

He paused letting out a deep sigh before continuing. “I know in the past I have been accused of pursuing a military agenda to the detriment of this nation, on occasion by different members of this council and I do admit that sometimes in the past I may have been hasty in some of my judgements like damning democracy for being a weak and inefficient system, especially since the current crisis could only have been caused by such a system as the one the Imperium operates under. Yet here I say that declining to increase our military is inviting a disaster, if we choose to support a side in the civil war shall we rely only on the Auxila and the Blood Red Dogs? If any of you can seriously sit there and tell me that you think that this will cut it then you are asking for another nation to attack us!”

The assembled members looked at each other, a few remained silent, but a few still spoke up muttering words of agreement, in particular Ayrae and Vulven who spoke up properly to share their agreement. “If Lieria is to join this war, we need to be prepared! That means we need an army. One more than just the Blood Red Dogs. Our people will listen, after all this is the fight that our blood calls for!”

“As always Vulven you’re way of fire and brutality carries with it its own harsh beauty, I couldn’t agree more, the people deserve a right to defend themselves!”

Gingerly and with the care someone might take when handling a newly born child Kidhel produced a small file on which was written, Special Order: 36 the remilitarisation of Lieria. Then with with a look of soft satisfaction placed it upon the table face up.

“You do realise that by issuing a special order we will have to wait a week before deciding something again?”

Kidhel nodded, his single eye staring emphatically at Inianlos, the path to retake Lierins power to defend itself under its own strength was one he’d striven for all his life and now in this moment he was going to see it come to fruition.


In the bunker underneath the central city fort that housed the Lierin’s elite forces known simply as the Blood Red Dogs, several candidates were undergoing the final test. The last and most brutal of the many exams to prove oneself worth of joining the Blood Red Dogs.

The small metal door, barely wide enough for an Agurian to step through and just as tall slid slowly back to reveal a large circular chamber, for those entering it took a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the fog and the smoke, but once they did the pair saw:

A blasted landscape, fires licked hungrily away at the twisted and blackened stumps of what were unmistakably the ruins of Lierin towers, broken segments of bridge lay scattered about the street and a corpse, too realistic to have been a fake lying half crushed under one segment. Their torso severed at the waistline in what had clearly been a slow and angonising struggle to try and save whatever remained of their shattered husk. .

In those seconds the difference in reactions was startling, the first, an Agurian immediately began looking for cover, a wall to at least hide place behind them. If they were to face the enemy they’d do it from the front, clearly whatever this test was it was a last stand of some sort and they were going to face it from the front.

The other: A small horned elf of around 32 years had an almost manic sparkle in her eyes, one that seemed to both translate, fear, adrenaline and above all else, excitement. She had trained for this for so long and she was ready to slaughter anything that was coming. With movements that jittered with excitement she grabbed a flask from her belt and downed the sickly sweet liquid inside.

Her smile began to grow as the drug began to take its effects, seeming into her nervous system, pulling on primal desires, chaos, bloodlust and above all her warriors spirit. Down here she was going to face whatever monsters were part of this last test and she was going to crush them all, as brutally as she could.

A screeching cry, rang out from the walls, bouncing around the walls, distorting and twisting until it seemed like the very stone itself was yelling a battlecry at them.

Eletha spun several times, each time she thought she’d pinpointed the new source of the sound and each time her eyes failed to see any movements, it was still moving, charging around out of sight.

“COME AND GET ME YA FAKING PANSIES!” She roared out the challenge, her lungs feeling like they were bursting were sheer animal ferocity.

Her bellowed challenge did not go unheeded and the screech echoed it back, yet this time she was more certain of its direction, it wasn’t just one but many, all coming from every direction all at on -


Alvis-Thar discharged his rifle, watching in satisfaction as the first of the beasts slumped back down out of side, its head missing the part where the brain usually should have been stored.

Two more appeared, this time charging out from where the shattered bridge lay strewn across the road, their fangs dispersing small flecks of gore as they charged. Each of the creatures sported two pairs of eyes, all of which were being trained right on Eletha,

Crack! One went down, the internal organs in its brain rupturing as the bullet smashed through its skull and tore through the soft tissue inside. Crack! She’d spun her gun over just in time to score a glancing blow on its side, wounding, but not killing the creature. Yet even with this abomination bearing down on her, she stood her ground, before twisting downwards at the last moment, jamming the rifle but against the ground.

The two collided with a crunch, a sickening howl of pain exploding forth from the creature as it impaled itself on the bayonet, the force of the charge driving it deeper into its underbelly. The writing agonised spasms of a beast desperately trying to paw a spear from its body was only silenced when with an almost gleeful delight Eletha rammed her knife down into its forehead.

The skin on the palm of her right had almost been ripped away the force of the collision, yet still the fingers tightened once more around the hilt of the knife, forcefully wrenching the blade free from the fragments of bone that could have once have been called a skull.

Behind her the sound of more rifle fire proved to her at least for now, Alvis was doing his job, so long as the rifle kept sounding she didn’t need to watch her back, not that it would have mattered much too anyway.

Taking one look at the shards of rifle remaining she turned away, it was no use even sparing extra thoughts on what was now useless to her. Seeing no other option she drew another knife and spun around once more, doing her best to figure out any place where the next attacker was going to come from.

Her answer was not a long time coming as within moments another creature had burst forth through a wall and brought its appendages down swiftly towards her arms. She only managed to just about throw herself out of the way with a few scratches, small dots of blood pricking their way up through the skin where sharp blades had barely scratched the surface.

Up a blade came, the elf using her momentum to flow into a counterattack. A moment later the creature was hemorrhaging gore from where her knife severed through one of the creatures limbs.

Startled it reared backwards in pain, teeth desperately biting on the thin air between them as if it could somehow reach and destroy its adversary.


One of the daggers lodged itself within the creatures skull, thrown with enough accuracy to reach its mark.

Smiling at a job well done Eletha turned to face any new threats -


She could feel her bones snapping under its bite, the teeth severing the flesh and yet the drug flowing through her veins dulled the pain, she felt it tore free, the sensation of something missing that should have been vital to her.

Her left arm swung round still holding a blade and jammed it forcefully into the creatures eye, holding the blade there, not letting the creature squirm itself away from her grip. Then with as much ferocity as she could muster she lowered her head and rammed forward into its face.

There was a moment of resistance then she broke through, slamming her horns through the beasts forehead. She didn’t even bother checking to see if the thing was dead before repeating the move again and again. Only when she could only feel a mushy pulp beneath her charges did she slow down and take stock of her surroundings.

Her right arm was gone from the elbow.

The realisation hit her like a brick, slamming into her and pushing her down to the group. “FUCK!” She screamed out loud before toppling over backwards, her body half buried in corpses.

A few hours later she blearily opened her eyes for a few seconds, glancing around to see a few figures bending over her in an unknown location.

“You think she’ll be good for our little additions?”

“She has the needed requirements, if this fails and she dies then so be it.”

“How long will rehab take?”

“We don’t know, she’s strong so perhaps shorter than me…”

“Well we’ll see.”

Her eyes clouded back over again and she slipped back into unconsciousness.


Back up above Lieria was preparing for war.
Nation Name: Lierin Dominion

Type of Government: Representative Democracy

Heads of Government:

Elected Council: (9 members)

Lura Genro (age 63) - Lura Genro is technically the most influential person within the Dominion as head of the largest faction: (The silver fist) as is therefore nominally the head of the Elected Council. From there she is able to espouse her rhetoric of staying loyal to the Imperium and continuing to support it, stating that since the Imperium took over it had done nothing but benefit Lieria, bringing in new technologies, allowing for a massive income of new luxury resources and creating many new opportunities for the people of Lieria to gain fame and fortune.
Vulven Yinhorn (Aged 72) - Vulven Yinhorn is the newest elected member of the council and the major opponent to Lura, his faction (The Imperial council) while it still espouses the logic of staying within the Imperium talks about how since technology is now of a more level playing field between them and the heartlands and since their forces have played such a large part of the victory of the Yllendyr victory that Lieria should be the true heartlands of the Imperium
Vulwyn Traro (Aged 43) - Vulwyn hails from the Island of Aiqua and more explicitly from the city of Primal - District 14. He and his party, (The Union of Lierian Businesses) represent the large number of growing businesses within the Dominion and is working to increase their profits while at the same time seeking to decrease and restrictions placed on them. Particularly his own up and coming heavy munitions plus railway business networks.
Zentha Enkas (Aged 39) - Zentha is the youngest member to ever get elected to the Council and as such has earned the ire of many of the other Council leadership, (Although she is not without allies) as her faction (The liberals), also hailing from Primal - District 2 is considered the most liberal, wishing that all races within Lieria could stand for governmental positions rather than just the Horned Elves.
Kidhel Quilen (Aged 85) - Is the leader of the second biggest faction within Lieria and also stands as the distinction of the of the most widely acclaimed of its generals. His faction (The Military Front) promotes the idea that the democracy that the country currently exists under is weak and flawed, that instead, the military which has been long serving their country should the ones properly running the country instead.
Inianlos Yinrie (Aged 73) - Inianlos is considered by many in the council to be the most rational member there, if not a bit stuck in his ways. He hails from the capital city of Thalor and was part of the original coup from 48 years ago which instated the democracy within Lieria, He and his faction (The Democrats) speak out for keeping the government as they are, changing little as it has benefitted the nation for so long
Ayrae Elmaer (Aged 53) - Ayrae is without a doubt the most controversial figure but one in Lierian politics, they have a powerful cult of personality behind them and have almost entirely built their faction (The people’s liberation front) from this. They espouse the workers being able to control parliament, the rising up of the working class.
Minuvae Dorro (Aged 65) - She is head of another of the more democratically minded of the members elected to the Council. She shares a lot of her views with Inianlos and their factions (The Nation Improvement Organisation) are quite closely linked, however, they differ on some key matters, such as the linking of religion and state, the controls the government has on the population and environment.
Aimon Qinharice (Aged 58) - The single most controversial figure in Lierian politics, the surviving son of the old monarchy. He and his quite significant number of supporters from the countryside have helped vote his faction (The restorers) into a relatively strong position within the government. He has quelled some fears of a violent uprising from the monarchists by openly acknowledging the usefulness of the current democracy but still insists that the nation would benefit from a figurehead such as himself and so is trying to pass a bill that would turn it into a constitutional monarchy.

Economy: The economy of the Lierin dominion depends greatly depending on which part of the nation you live in, for there are two distinct areas of vastly different economy. If you live to on the isle to the North: Aiqua then it is far more based on the most highly technologically advanced materials you can get as well as a mixture of banking thrown in. To the south on the mainland is the vast number of primary products, such as iron, steel, and coal. Here they put it to great use in their railroads and factories, constantly churning out munitions and weapons of even greater mass destruction.

Aiqua: The economy of the dominion holdings in Aiqua is mostly centralised around its two main cities there: Haven on the eastern coast and Primal in the center. As Aiqua has little resources of its own, (that the Dominion have the capability to use) its heavily invested in trade which it manages to pull of quite well due to its position on the heavily defended isle which controls access from the old world main continent to the island chains above it.

From there have developed some of the first big banks, especially within Primal, which have subsequently began trading with the rest of the dominion, a lot of companies began taking out loans which helped cement their position as a large presence on the Dominion economy, to the point where an early stock market has been set up on in Layer 3 - District 1 of Primal.

In addition to the way many of ways Primal and Haven laws work the twin cities have become a tax haven for any business willing to set up within them, coupled with a significantly increasing population and a willingness to buy up anything and sell it own at a tidy profit has meant the two, while not really producing any primary or even much (yet) secondary products are a marvel at churning out tertiary products, fueled by the power of their banks.

Mainland: The mainland is highly different to Aiqua, aside from the generalized lack of banking and self-made millionaires, it is highly rich in primary products of industry, such as coal, bronze, Iron and as such has highly benefitted from the industrialisation which came with the Imperium. Since then one of the major industries has been trains which in relation to automobiles are much more accommodating to the Aguria and so have become majorly profitable. It’s not uncommon for there to be several train lines running from one city to the next, each owned by differing companies.

Another of the major exports of the Dominion is arms, with such a large and warlike workforce as well as being so closely tied to the Imperium war machine they have found a profitible niche for themselves and dug very much into it. As such they are always looking to develop bigger and better weapons - Paticularly for land warfare as well as mass producing the ones they have. Their air and sea research divisions are sadly behind as air has not been considered a viable thing for them yet and the sea has been left to the Yllendyr.

Other more simple things like production technology itself is something the Dominion heavily focuses on too, with such a large workforce behind them, the idea of managing to outproduce those around them in terms of luxury and strategic goods is something they’ve been looking for, as such they are doing what they can to stay at the forefront of coal-fired, oil-fired and electric engines.

However, a big problem for the Dominion is food, considering much of its population is carnivorous it needs a massive amount of meat production and as such would be partially reliant on importing food from other nations to satisfy its own hunger.

Additionally, while it does have a large well of natural resources to draw from Lierin businesses would always be looking to buy more and more resources from other nations to bring more into their own production lines. The very idea of being outproduced by companies around them is despicable to many and so there is an ever continuing race to produce more and more. Funded quite a bit by the banks of Aiqua.

Primary Species: The two primary species of the Dominion are the Horned elves, tall slender and fair skinned elves who stand slightly taller than other species and all share the common trait of horns of varying size which protrude from their foreheads. The other race, which makes up practically 2/3rds of the general population is the Aguria. A race of giant Spider-Ant like creatures which naturally gravitate towards the worker positions within the nation, a place they see as much more theirs.

Population: 100 million ( Aguria ) 60 Million (Horned Elves)

Culture: Lieria stands in an interesting cultural position of being very loyal to the Imperium while at the same time, increadibly free spiritied. A lot of this stems from the ideals of the current government, that anyone (of course not the Aguria) can rise to the top and become part of the government, not simply a specific lineage. As such if an individual or group can get enough people to vote for them to get at least one or a few seats within government they have enough leaverage to continue doing whatever they want to pursue. As such the idea of a self-made millionaire is widespread across the nation with many aspiring to reach it, yet those who can are few in number and very much disproportionately living in Aquia

Aiqua: There are many major differences between the mainland culture and the one situated in the cities of Primal and Haven which make up the majority of the population of the Lierin part of Aiqua. Here the “free” market and the massive banking presence has vastly pushed the idea of a self-made millionaire, buying up stocks from different companies, founding their own and growing rich of the winnings earned by such. Of course, this is not always the case, but the dream is there and those that succeed are seen as almost celebrities in their own right, ones which then must prove their status by funding the production of even larger buildings atop the (Quite literally) multi-layered cities of Primal and Haven.

Conversely, the way in which Primal and Haven operate within the overall whole of Lieria have meant that other ideals, ones with labels such as progressive or liberal. A vast swathe of these movements stems from the mixing of cultural idealism and thoughts brought together in these twin haven cities for free thought. Both economic and political freedom have managed to be protected since the founding of the two cities by the way they have managed to collectively vote in two of the largest governmental factions and so occupy two of the seats on the elected council. As a result, Aiqua is fiercely independent to a fault and a hub of anti-strong government and monarchist ideas.

Yet within the areas most open to the public eye there are also sides to the twin cities of Primal and Haven which are less exposed. Within the corporate freedoms of the cities rival corporations have begun to hire mercenaries to engage in “Friendly discussions between rational businessmen.” The results have ended up with sudden death becoming a natural part of corporate life, not of course for the highly protected business owners at the top, but for the people underneath it just has become something they deal with.

Mainland: The cultures of the Mainland are incredibly diverse depending on the location that is traveled to within the dominion. In the southern and particularly countryside districts of the nation, there is a particular sense of nationalism which differs radically from the nationalism of the large cities. In the south there is more of a yearning for the past and as it was called “the better ways” here the monarchists get the majority of their support, although the ruling leaders of said movement do recognise that their supporters are mainly farmers with pitchforks and tractors against armoured cars and trains.

Yet life is more peaceful in the south and west of the nation as the hustle and bustle of much of the more northern and western cities are simply absent. Vast networks of fields stretch out over rolling hills and if you go a bit further south, mountainous slopes, yet even vaster are the networks of fields spread out for the maximum grazing space possible, each filled with a plethora of animals and livestock being bred as quickly as possible to supply the insatiable appetite of the nation.

However in the north, the people are much more clustered together in massive sprawling blots on the landscape known as cities. All of them are of at least two “layers” tall with that being a requirement for a settlement to be recognised as a city introduced in law 13 years prior. However, the vast majority of them have a third layer too which is created by hollowing out the tunnels under the city and basements and turning these too into more housing layers to aid the already high land value.

Religious and Other Beliefs: The religions of the Lierin dominion are a vast and numerous bunch with many claiming to be the largest or the most influential ones according to surveys they have funded. The most objectively influential religion, however, is one that works together with the idea that everything in the world is linked inexorably by an invisible force that supplies the world with magic and binds it together. This force is simply called Evol and is believed in by roughly 32% of registered dominion citizens. Others include the 7 lights, the King under the mountain and the green lady.

Location/Territories:The dominion sits on the North-western peninsula of the main continent of the old world where, in relative peace it has been amassing its monetary wealth. The other smaller nub of Lierin territories come in the form of the bottom half of the isle directly to the North of its coastline.

Climate: Temperate

Military: The Lierin Dominion’s forces are technically only 50,000 strong and while that is true they are one of the biggest suppliers of troops to the Imperium and so have a large number of forces generally loyal to the Imperium spread out over the old world. Back within the heartlands, however, there is a great number of recruitable population, ready and willing to be sent to war in service of their homeland.

While the dominion lacks advances in naval and air combat, it had been making headway with land warfare, especially in the department of heavy weaponry such as armoured trains and artillery.

Magic Prevalence/Usage and Elemental Alignment: Magic across Lieria is not seen as a common thing, however, it is of a low lying prevalence across much of the population, yet most are ither so untrained or are so weak its not worth utilising. The most prevalent alignment is of mind magic and its usage within Lieria is of a rather insidious nature. Their ability and training extend to warping the mind and how it perceives things, creating some of the most efficient torturers and psychologists in the world.

History/Background Info:

Lieria as it is today was formed roughly 478 years ago in the third war of the vale, where central forces finally overran the exterior defences of Alfa Dorei and managed to subdue the Vale itself, ending its status as the last kingdom occupying “claimed” Lierin territory. However, the biggest irony is that the initial driving force of the claim that Lierin held over the Vale in the south is that their monarch was a cousin of the one sitting on the throne of the Vale.

This proved to be an irony as after being deposed and made a low ranking member of the court Irhall managed to outlive the current king who died with no heir making them the de-facto leader. Following that came a period of instability for roughly 20 years as Irhall took to subduing a large number of rebelling nobles who feared their position would be taken away by the revenge fuel monarch.

Yet as time went on it became increasingly clear that Irhall had managed to convince the general Agurian population to side with her so while the rebel forces were lead initially by the more competent leader with more well-equipped forces they were so vastly outnumbered it made little difference.

The war ended with the rise of the introduction of the Standard Pay Decree which ensured soldiers fighting for Irhall were guaranteed better pay and work than those fighting for the increased supply blocked nobility.

Thus was ushered in the Neriro era, one which would see countless raids on the nations around Lieria, none of any sort of strength to pose a significant threat or to be ever anything more than routine. Yet the benefit for the people of Lieria was vast, the constant skirmishing lead to a general feeling of satisfaction with the Agurians and a general period of stability and financial growth.

During this period there came a time too of a slow-growing divide between the Northern and Southern regions with the north slowly transitioning towards larger and greater cities and feeling resentment towards the new capital of the Vale.

With everything era, nothing lasts forever and Zeno the third of his name was deposed by a force from the North, the first time in Lierin history where the massive cities in the North found that without the support of the general population it was extremely hard for a monarch to hold onto power, especially when they had slowly become the ones holding the purse strings.

And so 360 years ago there came the seven years anarchy, where many of the cites of Lieria declared their own independence and formed their own governments, mainly using the city councils as a governmental base.

The seven-year period came to an end when the different city-states slowly began reforming alliances and working together to stamp out the banditry endemic to a time where law enforcement rigidly refuses to go out into the countryside or for that matter anything less than a major urban center.

What followed was around 80 years of a slow rebuilding of the nation as city-states slowly expanded their influence, capturing more land until the city of Thalor stood as the central heart of the Kingdom of Lieria

This general state of affairs lasted up until around 80 years ago when a large scale invasion force from the Imperium arrived on their eastern shores. Impressed by the power of Imperium technology and armies the current Queen of Lieria decided upon a new way for her nation to move forward, she quickly submitted and allowed enemy forces to control the country, in return for avoiding a devastating war.

While the move was controversial at first, to say the least, the general population slowly became acclimatised to the state of affairs and more importantly it brought back memories of the “golden age” of Lieria, with the power of the Imperium providing plenty of new and astounding technologies as well as providing a number of successful and profitable wars for Lieria and its warlike population to get involved with.

Then 48 years ago the monarchy was completely overthrown by a fairly bloodless democratic coup, there had been a general anti-monarchy sentiment growing within Lieria so when it happened there was little internal resistance, especially as no repercussions were pursued by the victors in what would be called a “welcome but still a naive act of mercy”
The Entity blinked, two mechanical slots sliding in over the optical slots on its head. Really it never needed to blink or even to rely on these basic optical sensors, it had far more it could choose to use, yet something held it back. The machine had no idea why or even what was causing that, whether it was a self-made desire or a pre-programmed feature, all it knew was that it didn't want to use anything else.

That was definitely two noises.

A vast rushing wave of emotions flooded over the humanoid figure as it hovered in front of the door, elation, fear, worry, relief and a creeping curiosity. It's creators lived and there were two of them! The circuits that made up its brain whirred into gear even faster. Should it go in? Should it help them? Did they even need help?

A finger hovered slightly closer to the door controls, retracted for a few seconds, before finally and tentatively pressing down. As the old controls took their time to recognise the unusual feeling of pressure another wave of fear swept over the Entity. What if the doors didn't work or the corridor was blocked! It's creators would be trapped inside, helpless or even dying. It had even started to look around for something, anything to smash against the door before it slid open, the movement snapping all attention back to that one location.

Just beyond was the corridor and it was nowhere near as bad as the machine had feared, here the floor and walls were relatively intact, water could only really be found pooling out from under the door to chamber 1, yet that had the luxury of being cut off from the electriciy supply and relatively safe. One look at the deathly quiet and blackness from under the door to chamber 2 convinced it to never look at that again. Whoever or whatever was in there wouldn't bear looking at now.

Even the gaping hole that was chamber 3 looked better than that, at least the impassable web of branches showed some form of life and whatever was beyond that would be long destroyed by now. It needed worry about that, there would be no horrors for it there.

Yet even after the agonising decision, it had gone through to open the door, another even harder question was being posed, should it go to chamber 1 or 4 first. Both intrigued the machine, the first obviously contained a survivor, they were the only one left from their damaged chamber after all, but the other had been all alone, what must that creator have done to be placed in that position? Were they held in high regard or were they being locked away from others?

After a few more moments of hesitation, it couldn't wait any longer and opted upon the simplest of choices. The machine simply stood there and raised it's voice to a volume it hoped both could hear. "Ummmm, hello! Creators, if you need assistance or anything, I'm just outside, I can help!"

It was a weak opening, but what else could it say? Lamely it followed up with another fairly lackluster and nervous statement. "You may need adjustment, I can help with that too... maybe."
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lichen wrapped itself around the ruins, covering and smothering the solid concrete in its ever-growing embrace. Trees forcefully drove their roots through every crack and cranny they could find in the old surfaces that had once been woven together into a jungle of their own, one of stone and technology, yet if no helpful cracks presented themselves, the plants made their own, driving down into the surface and pushing it apart.

Sometimes they were aided in their activities by machines, varied designed with almost as much variety of their own as the wildlife around them: small humanoid figures with slender arms and gentle touches, large tracked ones wheeling along, planting vast fields in their wake. Each machine had its purpose and to that set purpose they stuck, it didn’t matter that all the people they’d originally been built to serve were dead or that the local ecology had completely overrun everything, all that mattered was their task. So they continued day in, day out, tending to and nurturing the plants, regardless of where they grew.

Yet not all that remained from the once flourishing civilization was completely ignorant of the world around it. One last triumph remained, slowly wandering the world on mismatched limbs scavenged from any and all sources. A single sentient machine simply known as The Entity. Humanity's last achievement.


The Entity ducked back behind the concrete pillar, practically cowering away from the machine that trundled on past in what must once have been crowded streets. It knew that the machine didn’t actually care about it and that had it wanted to, the advanced sensory equipment storied inside that towering metal bulk could have pinpointed its location several miles off. Still, the simple act of pulling behind the pillar helped steady its nerves, allowed it for a few seconds to feel grounded in this unreality of a world that it lived in.

Gently a hand reached out, the smaller of the two mismatched arms attached to the bulky looking torso and pushed a strand of vine aside. The machines outside were docile, yes, harmless even. The only problem is that they were authorised to escort any damaging factor away from plantlife, which was on the face of it a rather innocent order. Simply pick up something or someone damaging wildlife and put it down where it is no longer a threat, the problem arose that in picking up, it tended to crush whatever it was holding, something the Entity had discovered many times.

Today it was going to explore a new building, another in the seemingly endless forest that made up this megapolis. It looked just like the thousands it had explored the years previously and the thousands more it expected to explore later. A towering structure of concrete and glass, with a now faded neon sign hanging loosely over the entrance.

“--------- Cryo ----- st-rage ---- “

Half the words were faded or destroyed beyond recognition, still, it felt good to speak what it could recognise aloud. In a small way, it reminded the Entity that it was more than the lifeless machines which roamed the planet.

The first few floors yielded nothing but abandoned workplaces, desks and chairs that once housed human workers and terminals for the machines that they worked alongside. If only it knew how to repair any of them, it knew that they were still powered, the solar fields outside the city saw to that, generating an infinite power source for a city that no longer needed it. The Entity wondered what stories they'd be able to tell. If any of them knew why it had been created.

A noise zipped through its hearing circuits, blowing away all other thoughts instantaneously. Surely it had misheard?

The faint sound made itself heard once more, the sound of electricity coursing through water. That single noise brought more excitement to the metalic brain than anything had done for years previously, for it only meant one thing. Some part of this ancient facility was still working, some machine even was still whirring away, something with more intelligence than the husks which tended to life outside.

It was the least the Entity could do to stop itself from bounding upstairs and damaging something, even now it had to tread carefully. A careless movement could break whatever delicate machinery remained, severing this single clue to the past.

One flight of stairs, then the next flew by, time seeming to slow as it drew closer to the source of the noise. Until it rounded a corner and came face to face with the sight that awaited him.

A single terminal inlaid into the wall glowed faintly in a small display of information, while above and below remnants of wires drooped from walls into shallow pools below, letting off the occasional shower of sparks as the near-infinite energy supply dumped itself into the only available destination.

Gingerly tiptoed around the pools, an act that still the Entity itself didn't understand, it would be unharmed by the water and yet it still avoided it, automatically taking the route presenting the tiniest number of hazards. As it moved closer it read aloud the small information displayed by the terminal.

Cryostorage chambers 1 - 4,
1 - Status: Partially flooded - 1 lifesign remains
2 - Status: Energy failure - no lifesigns remain
3 - Status: Environmental damage- no lifesigns remain
4 - Status: Fully functioning - 1 lifesign remains

Recommendation: Repair chambers 1,2 and 3 and freeze new occupants



Emergency defrost - engage? YES / NO

" .... Creators?"

The question seemed silly, but there was no one left to hear it, not until now. Of course, the Entity had theorised that it's creators had been organic, they had to be, after all, it matched all the skeletons it continued to find. Now it had concrete proof, they were organic and here were two survivors, frozen away.

It didn't even give itself time to think before it hit the small button to the bottom, practically shattering the thin glass with its eagerness. Only to jump back again as a weak voice rung out through the floor.

"Chambers one through four engaging emergency defrost, standby to aid any who are struggling and welcome them to a bright new future."

The Entity stood for a second, beyond the door beside the console, there presumably lay a corridor and off that - the species that created it. Yet it couldn't bring itself to take that first step, there were too many questions it wanted to ask, they needed time to adjust, that voice said so, it couldn't bombard with queries yet, that could wait.

So it stood there, one hand hovering gently beside the console should it need to do anything else and waited. Waited for the first human the walk the Earth in hundreds of years to step through that door.
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