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Current "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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Iluvatar said
Now that the holidays are over, shall we continue the rp?


Hopefully so. Onward to glory!
I might join. Feudalism is fun lol
Thought for the day: "An idle mind will wander into dark recesses"

Taoshe
Orbital Station 2


Major Voroei looked over the hordes of what he could best describe as the collective attempts of a species to disregard clothings purpose entirely. He recognised them instantly. They were the "civilians" the Commander had described. They seemed... monotonous. He couldnt place it at first, but he slowly came to realise that there were no definitive tongue differences like in Lorca society.
This place put him ill at ease. Gone were the holobanners, the statues of great warriors and statesmen. In their place were these rampant advertisements. The Ghaj had advertisements, it would be folly to suggest otherwise, but never in this manner. It was like a bombardment of a billion lights, strategically placed to ensure you would always see something. He shuddered.

He cast his look towards Commander Vellais as she spoke to him. "Forgive me, commander, we may have landed in an incorrect location. Our translation must have been inaccurate." He said, throwing his arm out to point to the advertisements and insanely mismashed clothing of the civilians. He wasnt entirely sure what to think of this place, other than its obvious foreignness. It was evident in the very air that these people thought and acted very differently. One could tell by their movements, their voices, that they were not soldiers like himself.
A minor spoke quickly to the major, who shook his head for a moment, then lowered his arm "Ehlnada emero ni, not euro ni. Ehlnada is two words. Ehln, ehich is Mortal, and ada, which is god. Emero is to guide and ni is you." He paused for a moment "Your port, commander, sits in stark contrast to our own, your people moreso. Curiosity gathers around the mind, but the councils will be done... and they will it done soon." He gestured away from the ship "Lead on, Commander. This file shall follow and attempt not to dishonour your people"
They can cast it to, and they have blood magic and enchantments...duck says he'll publish a full list some time
Apollo26 said
Will anyone be joining both RPs? Other then Key and Duck?


Meh, dunno lol
The Ardent Inquisitor

The Lance Minor glanced over to another Minor who was dancing his hands over the terminal
"They're venting heat, Lance Minor. I think their system may require more frequent cooling than our own" He said, glancing backwards and turning his head to the Lance Minor, before facing the terminal again
"Noted. Perform as commanded" He said as he relayed the message to navigation "Make sure you map the way, sensor readings within those clouds could be off, if one of our ships ever gets lost in here, I pity them."
There was a beep and the majors voice came through the intercom
'My contact with the council is strained, report?"
"We are inside a gas giant, Major. Attempt contact again upon exit" The Lance Minor said, glancing to the hologram of the Major
"Run on alert, we do not know what lurks in this clouds..." The Major ordered, and his hologram vanished. The Lance major gestured to Moroei, then tapped in some commands upon his terminal
"Keep running sensors, check for persistent anomalies. We shall keep close to the Syren."

Upon exiting the giants and receiving instruction, the Ardent Inquisitor glided towards the station and engaged docking procedures once more. The File prepared to head down to the planet below, and again the Major wondered about proceedure. Would they view it as threatening for them to arrive in full armour and weaponry? The officers aboard the Syren certainly didn't appear to have been as heavily armed as the Lorca had been. If escaping the Syren in the case things went south would be difficult, this would certainly be impossible.
Furthermore, he wondered why they were heading down in an elevator. The Ardent Inquisitor was more than capable of dropping him on the surface... The Major sent a message to the Syren
"Your guidance through that abominable gas is very much appreciated, Commander." The next part of the message was not in the black tongue. "Ehlnada emero ni."
Ardent Inquisitor

The Ardent Inquisitor changed it's engines power levels in an attempt to match the Syrens speed, preferring not to risk over shooting the Syren and spending their time searching, or vice versa.
"Major, receiving information from the Syren, it is a countdown." Minor Morei said, her hands crawling over the holographic symbols with the grace and deliberation of a sleepwalker. It mattered not, Latte Morei may not have seemed it from her apparently half focused behavior (indeed, something which had caused her no small amount of trouble with superiors), but she was eagle eyed and rarely missed even the smallest detail. She was certainly pedantic too; she had ensured that everything was to the exact letter on the Ardent Inquisitor... And Voroei was thankful for that, even the smallest scratch in the stealth ablative coating could result in it returning radar signals, hence why it was routinely repainted. Radar was a primitive detection system, to be sure, but worth defending against just in case.
"Engage jump when it is finished, match the Syrens trajectory. Ensure the hanger doors and shut and shields are raised" The Major ordered, and a noise came from the terminal again as it engaged
"Complete, await jump... Jump." The Ardent Inquisitor vanished from space and began its journey. It shouldn't take long, but the Major retired regardless, He had to convene with the council, after all he was only there to deliver. The words would not be his own, that was not his purpose. He was an instrument of their will, with all the advantages and disadvantages this entailed for him and his position within the hierarchal society.
Same... So sad lawl
Might join with one of two things.
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