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"Þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg." - Deor.
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"Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance."
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Hwær cwom mearg? Hwær cwom mago?
Hwær cwom maþþumgyfa?
Hwær cwom symbla gesetu?
Hwær sindon seledreamas?
Eala beorht bune!
Eala byrnwiga!
Eala þeodnes þrym!
Hu seo þrag gewat,
genap under nihthelm,
swa heo no wære.
Hwær cwom maþþumgyfa?
Hwær cwom symbla gesetu?
Hwær sindon seledreamas?
Eala beorht bune!
Eala byrnwiga!
Eala þeodnes þrym!
Hu seo þrag gewat,
genap under nihthelm,
swa heo no wære.
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XCOM Roleplay - An Open Discussion on How It Should Work
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12 yrs ago
Forum: General Interest Checks
Native rank and native unit would seem to be your countries military/police/whatever rank and what unit you were part of in that countries force
Summit
The Emperor ran his eyes along the chamber, and the general to his side, leant back in his chair and sighed, shaking his head. When at last, thanks to King Ferrand, a break came in the bickering the Emperor spoke up "There are packs of berserking Orcs with better cohesion..." He mumbled, before raising his voice and speaking normally "King Ferrand is right when he says that unless you decide upon a united High Rock you will always be weak. You are the political laughing stock of Tamriel and now I see why. All of Tamriel is threatened by slavery and death by the mere existence if the Aldmeri dominion, and instead of doing anything to stop it you are here fighting to decide who can yell the loudest." He paused, this summit was hardly going the way he had hoped. Two parties didn't even turn up, and the one which did was so divided one had to wonder whether it wouldn't just be better to give them each a sword and tell them to settle it "Why is it so hard to just agree on something. Skyrim does it, they have the nine Jarls, thus meaning a great number then you, and they elect a high king, so why can't High Rock decide on a high king? Though seeing you, I suppose everyone would just vote for themselves, wouldn't they? Even when Tiber Septim invaded, the kingdoms couldn't make their minds up nor work together, and one by one they each fell. Do you want to have as much claim to fame as most of your ancestors, slipping into the recess of history as a footnote due to their incessant wars and none progress? Or would you want to be remembered as the rulers of High Rock who at last managed to unify High Rock? At the end of the day it won't matter which one of you can pretend to be incharge, because you'll all be bending knee to the Elves. As all ways your lack of a central pillar, a proper king who you will all obey, is holding you back. I hate to interfere in local politics, but if this is all High Rock has for a political scene then I might just have to before you're bickering as skeletons as foreign forces march over your lands and put your people to the sword. You think Hammerfell might not try? Or the Aldmeri? Skyrim? Is that what you want, or ar you finally going to get your act together, get a high king and sort out this mess of a nation?" The Emperor said, his right hand placed against his forehand in frustration. He had come North to gather aid against the Thalmor. Nearly nobody showed up, and those who did had managed to side track it to their own little game of intrigue. Unbelievable.
Valenwood
The Legion Forces brought forward their archers, setting alight their arrows and aiming towards the Thalmor encampment "Men of Cyrodiil! Of High Rock! Of the Snow and the Sand! Khajiit of Elsweyr! Argonians of the Black Marsh! Elves of the ash, the wood and the Isle! Many of you have lost the futures you deserved, taken 36 years ago in the great war! Those of you of the provinces who have since left us were driven from your homed by your alientated support for the Empire, support for your brothers! Before us today, lie the so called Aldmeri Dominion who pride themselves in the destruction of your lives, your homes, your friends and families and your countries! Do we forgive them? No! We shall destroy their precious dominion, show them that our hearts will not be limited by their laws, that we want to be free to worship whatever gods we choose, whatever ways of life we abide by! Let them see our fires as they reign down from above, an reckoning from an angel of death! Launch arrows!" He commanded, and the burning arrows soared through the night sky like shooting stars, and beside them the battle mages tossed their spells of fire and death towards the Thalmor encampment. Many were rudely awakened from their sleep by the yells of their watchmen and the cackling of fires. Horses neighed as the Equites rode through, tossing burning torchs onto their buildings and swiping at the heads of the Thalmor. The disorientated Thalmor were no match for the vicious Equites, and Justicair and Mage reeled from sword stroke before many had even readied their weapons. Then the Equites rode back again, and the Thalmor began to reorganise, as the mages tried to douse the flames of their burning camp
"Archers, Bosmer, loose your arrows upon the Thalmor, bring their mages down, quickly! Legionaries prepare your selves, form your lines and hold your ground, they think we're a bigger force than we actually are! Battlemages, continue to lay waste to their buildings, Equites, prepare for another charge!" The Legate ordered, yelling orders as loud as he could to his forces. With some luck, the Thalmor would surrender soon... This was mainly a medical and forfing encampment, there were wounded and civilians and the Legate had no doubt that not even the Thalmor would be able to put up a resistance for that long, facing a larger force while risking your wounded friends burning alive. No, he expected a surrender shortly...
Force movements
With the reports of werewolf attacks having all but disappeared, the forces who were sent up to Cheydinhal begin their march south to meet up with their fellow legions
The Emperor ran his eyes along the chamber, and the general to his side, leant back in his chair and sighed, shaking his head. When at last, thanks to King Ferrand, a break came in the bickering the Emperor spoke up "There are packs of berserking Orcs with better cohesion..." He mumbled, before raising his voice and speaking normally "King Ferrand is right when he says that unless you decide upon a united High Rock you will always be weak. You are the political laughing stock of Tamriel and now I see why. All of Tamriel is threatened by slavery and death by the mere existence if the Aldmeri dominion, and instead of doing anything to stop it you are here fighting to decide who can yell the loudest." He paused, this summit was hardly going the way he had hoped. Two parties didn't even turn up, and the one which did was so divided one had to wonder whether it wouldn't just be better to give them each a sword and tell them to settle it "Why is it so hard to just agree on something. Skyrim does it, they have the nine Jarls, thus meaning a great number then you, and they elect a high king, so why can't High Rock decide on a high king? Though seeing you, I suppose everyone would just vote for themselves, wouldn't they? Even when Tiber Septim invaded, the kingdoms couldn't make their minds up nor work together, and one by one they each fell. Do you want to have as much claim to fame as most of your ancestors, slipping into the recess of history as a footnote due to their incessant wars and none progress? Or would you want to be remembered as the rulers of High Rock who at last managed to unify High Rock? At the end of the day it won't matter which one of you can pretend to be incharge, because you'll all be bending knee to the Elves. As all ways your lack of a central pillar, a proper king who you will all obey, is holding you back. I hate to interfere in local politics, but if this is all High Rock has for a political scene then I might just have to before you're bickering as skeletons as foreign forces march over your lands and put your people to the sword. You think Hammerfell might not try? Or the Aldmeri? Skyrim? Is that what you want, or ar you finally going to get your act together, get a high king and sort out this mess of a nation?" The Emperor said, his right hand placed against his forehand in frustration. He had come North to gather aid against the Thalmor. Nearly nobody showed up, and those who did had managed to side track it to their own little game of intrigue. Unbelievable.
Valenwood
The Legion Forces brought forward their archers, setting alight their arrows and aiming towards the Thalmor encampment "Men of Cyrodiil! Of High Rock! Of the Snow and the Sand! Khajiit of Elsweyr! Argonians of the Black Marsh! Elves of the ash, the wood and the Isle! Many of you have lost the futures you deserved, taken 36 years ago in the great war! Those of you of the provinces who have since left us were driven from your homed by your alientated support for the Empire, support for your brothers! Before us today, lie the so called Aldmeri Dominion who pride themselves in the destruction of your lives, your homes, your friends and families and your countries! Do we forgive them? No! We shall destroy their precious dominion, show them that our hearts will not be limited by their laws, that we want to be free to worship whatever gods we choose, whatever ways of life we abide by! Let them see our fires as they reign down from above, an reckoning from an angel of death! Launch arrows!" He commanded, and the burning arrows soared through the night sky like shooting stars, and beside them the battle mages tossed their spells of fire and death towards the Thalmor encampment. Many were rudely awakened from their sleep by the yells of their watchmen and the cackling of fires. Horses neighed as the Equites rode through, tossing burning torchs onto their buildings and swiping at the heads of the Thalmor. The disorientated Thalmor were no match for the vicious Equites, and Justicair and Mage reeled from sword stroke before many had even readied their weapons. Then the Equites rode back again, and the Thalmor began to reorganise, as the mages tried to douse the flames of their burning camp
"Archers, Bosmer, loose your arrows upon the Thalmor, bring their mages down, quickly! Legionaries prepare your selves, form your lines and hold your ground, they think we're a bigger force than we actually are! Battlemages, continue to lay waste to their buildings, Equites, prepare for another charge!" The Legate ordered, yelling orders as loud as he could to his forces. With some luck, the Thalmor would surrender soon... This was mainly a medical and forfing encampment, there were wounded and civilians and the Legate had no doubt that not even the Thalmor would be able to put up a resistance for that long, facing a larger force while risking your wounded friends burning alive. No, he expected a surrender shortly...
Force movements
With the reports of werewolf attacks having all but disappeared, the forces who were sent up to Cheydinhal begin their march south to meet up with their fellow legions
Haha, 8 foot xD the Elites would have been staring up at him, that would have been quite odd xD
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Void of the Stars II: Return to the Stars [Sci-Fi] [Always Accepting]
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Roleplay
Duck, I was keeping the existing races part on the front page of the wiki in chronological order based on emergence, so can we please not dump the Equestrians at the top of it when they are now one of youngest? Oh, and move the Supremes to the top of course
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Void of the Stars II: Return to the Stars [Sci-Fi] [Always Accepting]
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Roleplay
New Habitat world
They had arrived the day before yesterday, selecting this planet. Scans had deemed the planet perfect for Saeva Simius colonisation , being 3.8 times the size of Earth
Something had been found here though, left among the planets intricate system of tunnels and caverns that ran amok under tall mountains
It was believed to be an Ark, which was thought to be an ancient device of the Aetherii which was designed to provide a safezone of sorts. It was believed that its interior contained genetic samples of life forms for cloning and the facilities to do so.
But getting inside... It had been locked securely and nothing they did seemed to open it. The remaining handful of Aetherii themselves, when consulted, seemed to have little knowledge of the device itself, which was unsurprising given its age.
What secrets lay within this locked sanctum...
They had arrived the day before yesterday, selecting this planet. Scans had deemed the planet perfect for Saeva Simius colonisation , being 3.8 times the size of Earth
Something had been found here though, left among the planets intricate system of tunnels and caverns that ran amok under tall mountains
It was believed to be an Ark, which was thought to be an ancient device of the Aetherii which was designed to provide a safezone of sorts. It was believed that its interior contained genetic samples of life forms for cloning and the facilities to do so.
But getting inside... It had been locked securely and nothing they did seemed to open it. The remaining handful of Aetherii themselves, when consulted, seemed to have little knowledge of the device itself, which was unsurprising given its age.
What secrets lay within this locked sanctum...
"Hardly" He merely commented as Sable hovered a way, watching the streets. And sure enough, one of the parents came outside. The two hounds slowly crossed the street, moving towards the mother slowly, only to withdraw slightly upon seeing the charm. They let out a small whimper, and the woman glanced to the sound, before kneeling down next to one of them, reaching out to give it the biscuit she had been eating, believing them to be strays. A moment later she got the shock of her life as it clawed her chest, and the other moved to block her path to the house, beginning to growl lowly. She withdrew quickly towards the bin, knocking it over as it backed away.
Something was wrong, that blow had been too strong for such a small dog, she looked at it quizzically as she slowly backed off. And then the dogs eyes became red, and they seemed to glow. Their fur became darker and more rough, with their teeth became jagged peaks of mountains. Her eyes widened, and she cried out in terror... Attracting odd looks from a passer-by, who saw a woman screaming at dogs that, from his view, come far past her ankle.out. It was late now, and the streets were relatively quiet
She felt something on her shoulder are turned, finding herself staring into the grinning face of Wrath. With a single swipe, he tore the charm off from around her neck and seizded her by the throat, turning his head to a males voice that yelled from the house. The husband had come to the door at the sounds of screaming, and Wrath simply waved to him and one of the hell hounds jumped up against Wraith, spitting on the charm. The demon grinned as he forced the now wet charm into her head... And how it burnt, the fires of hell sizzling against the magic of heaven as it branded its shape into her forehead. She cried in pain, and the husband darted forwards to help his wife... Only to learn his error as the other hellhound lepf upon him, knocking him to the ground
"Leave!" Wrath ordered quickly and the hound reluctantly withdrew, spitefully clawing the human as it did, clearly angered by the offending charm around the mans neck. Wrath tossed the mother to the ground and approached the father, kneeling over him to snatch the charm, but the father kicked at Wraith. The demon was taken by surprise, and grimaced before striking back with his fist, placing a blow against the mans chest and winding him. As he coughed, Wrath snatched the charm from around his neck and crushed it in his hand, before letting the dust fall against the mans body as the hounds clawed at his arms, legs and forehead, leaving deep incisions. "You're tainted. Broken. Afraid. You'll see soon enough" Wrath said as he turned, walking away slowly and dissolving into the air. The angels plan, spoiled by human emotion and needs, soiled by every say life. He may not have gotten the girl... Yet. But now, he would... Oh he certainly would.
The hounds backed away slowly, and maybe it was because she was disorientated by their attack, but for a moment she could have sworn one of them laughed at them as it dug into a black hole in the ground
Something was wrong, that blow had been too strong for such a small dog, she looked at it quizzically as she slowly backed off. And then the dogs eyes became red, and they seemed to glow. Their fur became darker and more rough, with their teeth became jagged peaks of mountains. Her eyes widened, and she cried out in terror... Attracting odd looks from a passer-by, who saw a woman screaming at dogs that, from his view, come far past her ankle.out. It was late now, and the streets were relatively quiet
She felt something on her shoulder are turned, finding herself staring into the grinning face of Wrath. With a single swipe, he tore the charm off from around her neck and seizded her by the throat, turning his head to a males voice that yelled from the house. The husband had come to the door at the sounds of screaming, and Wrath simply waved to him and one of the hell hounds jumped up against Wraith, spitting on the charm. The demon grinned as he forced the now wet charm into her head... And how it burnt, the fires of hell sizzling against the magic of heaven as it branded its shape into her forehead. She cried in pain, and the husband darted forwards to help his wife... Only to learn his error as the other hellhound lepf upon him, knocking him to the ground
"Leave!" Wrath ordered quickly and the hound reluctantly withdrew, spitefully clawing the human as it did, clearly angered by the offending charm around the mans neck. Wrath tossed the mother to the ground and approached the father, kneeling over him to snatch the charm, but the father kicked at Wraith. The demon was taken by surprise, and grimaced before striking back with his fist, placing a blow against the mans chest and winding him. As he coughed, Wrath snatched the charm from around his neck and crushed it in his hand, before letting the dust fall against the mans body as the hounds clawed at his arms, legs and forehead, leaving deep incisions. "You're tainted. Broken. Afraid. You'll see soon enough" Wrath said as he turned, walking away slowly and dissolving into the air. The angels plan, spoiled by human emotion and needs, soiled by every say life. He may not have gotten the girl... Yet. But now, he would... Oh he certainly would.
The hounds backed away slowly, and maybe it was because she was disorientated by their attack, but for a moment she could have sworn one of them laughed at them as it dug into a black hole in the ground
I'll make a post tommorrow, once I've figured out what to say to these bedevilled High Rock Kings. At this rate they might as well pick a random drunk as high king, he's achieve more xD
Uh... Its the Cyrodiilic Empire...? As far as I am aware it has no fanatical super soldiers with bolt guns at least...
Uh... Its the Cyrodiilic Empire...? As far as I am aware it has no fanatical super soldiers with bolt guns at least...
Hurray, Elsweyr is back-ish xD
Ah, okay. I crapped myself when I saw it "Shit maybe I shouldn't think of this rebel group as a fringe threat" xD
Magic Magnum said
I like how you photo shopped the character pics. Definitely makes me get more into the "We're ODST" mood! :)I might just not being seeing it though, but with Corporal Ander's pic I'm not really seeing anything that highlights him as being ODST.Here's some pics I scrounged up that might help. :)Some may need some cropping and editing though beyond the typical adding ODST references.
I'll see if I can do some cropping and see how they turn out when I get my laptop back tomorrow. In the meantime, must sleep....
Oh, and before that: Black visor and red armour highlights, please
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