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_______________________________________________________________________________ First light split a violet sky in two, heralding a change in the clouds. Deep shadows gave way to fiery hues of red and orange; the day’s dawn, that burned away the last stars of a fading night sky above. And as the blue of an early morning crept over the horizon, the sun followed, peeling back the horizon’s too long shadow and revealing mountain peaks and rolling hills. These were the first to greet the sun in all of Enuan. A wall of twisting spires of rock and stone, snowcapped as they were, that stood as herald to a new day. They stretched toward the sky, basking in the warm touch of a waking sun that cast them in golden light and outlined them against the still retreating dark; the last vestige of a long night. They too remained as steadfast walls to that other world far beyond the Sundered Sea. A reminder to any who wandered too far from those lands that Enuan’s beauty did not come without strength and more importantly that visitors tread upon a new beginning. The Virelock Steps had always been a sign of the beginning, and not just for the people of Shodea but especially so for one. For it was through a young girl’s bedroom window that the warmth of the sun, itself still hidden behind the crest of a nearby hill, glinted off those distant mountains and found the edge of her cheek. And it too was around this time that the girl’s father found her still asleep, wrapped in soft sheets and with a gentle dream hanging above her head, he was sure. He kept his voice low as he whispered her name, doing his best not to rouse the child too quickly for fear of her everlasting hate. His deeper voice wove itself smoothly between the gentle whisper of the wind through an open window and the distant calling of the warbler. “Niah.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. ”It’s time to wake. The day calls, child. We mustn't be late.” talour::06:12 Theirs was a quaint home, situated halfway up a large hill on a terrace and steeped in cool shadow throughout the first half of the day until noon. It was surrounded by trees that were conveniently split to the West, framing in moss lined bark and deep greens a view of the small town of Talour not far below, drowning in a thick morning mist that emptied into a nearby valley. Paths wound themselves between the dense brush, leading away from the house and up and down the hill, every one of them an embellished tale of adventure through the eyes of a young girl. On that day however, only one of them mattered, same as it did every Ferndale. The path that carved left and toward a distant unseen shore. The path that told her favorite story with her favorite characters and yet seemed new and different every time she travelled it. It was also the path she’d been told many times that she must never travel alone, and as her father helped her into her outlayers, he reminded her of this yet again. She would remain by his side at all times and never wander too far ahead or too far behind, a sentiment she repeated to him verbally as he finished buttoning her up. A thick jacket was put over her shoulders to help keep the morning at bay, and with some help, she stepped carefully into a pair of boots meant to keep water out. With a scarf also wrapped loosely around her neck and chin meant to trap some small amount of heat, whatever cold awaited her outside would be hard pressed to find her. But, as prepared as she thought she was, as she followed her father out into the early hours of that day’s dawn, she was not prepared for the lingering frost in the air immediately becoming ice upon her nose and a chill in her lungs. Her warm breath turned to a thick mist and her cheeks flushed and she wiggled her nose as the two of them stepped into the forest. It wasn’t terribly far before they reached a clearing in the trees where the path they followed continued around a sharp bend in the hill and trekked into the shade of a thick canopy ahead. To the right, the hill dropped off a semi steep incline and far beyond it in full display were the mountains. The same ones that had greeted her through her windows, no longer lined in golden light and surrounded instead in a thick fog that leapt off its peak and drifted further inland. The rest thread through a thick sea of trees, brushing leaves and stones and leaving in its shadow a hint of the nearby sea as an ice laden bite disguised as dappled dew. Its cold kiss hung on grass and moss and bark and clung to the world the same way it did Niah, outlining the waking world in beads of glittering light. And it was like this every morning. A scene painted across the sky and land for her eyes only. A gift given to her freely as she strode into the embrace of another day's dawn and a promise that tomorrow, if she were good, she would see more of the same. So she remained forever in her father’s faded shadow, stepping carefully around loose pebbles and heeding his words to stay within the jagged edges of the path they followed. Listening and humming along to the tune he played upon his lips; A lullaby, well known to the children of Talour and given to the wind as a gentle whistle, the tone of which Niah skillfully, playfully matched. A tale about a ghost shrouded in morning fog, much like the fog of that day, that took the shape of an Elk and could only be found prancing around the edges of the dark during the dusk and the dawn. A tale about an elusive protector against the unknown. A tale Niah knew well as its legend had become embedded in Talour custom and even in her own house. She could see easily the charm clipped to a lock of her father’s hair; a splinter of a pale white antler meant to ward against evil spirits. And she believed wholeheartedly that the charm worked, for why else did life, so often hidden in the forest, visit upon her during her journey, playing out their parts in a tale known only to her. Insects chittered in the ground and in the air their little warnings of the pair’s approach, scattering under rock and deadwood as Niah stepped under a felled tree; felled by a giant named ‘Err Cake’, she told herself. They chittered again as she hopped atop a small rock, her breath tumbling from her lips as puffs of hot smoke when she leapt from it to a nearby boulder and then onto the ground. They chittered once more as she shook the stem of a young tree sprouting from the ground just to the side of the path, knocking loose every glistening bead of dew. But as the both of them continued forward through the forest, ever approaching the last bend in the path that would walk them to the waiting sea, Niah did notice a subtle change. That ambient song of the forest, though very much still surrounding, had been steadily growing more and more quiet. In fact, some notes were missing. Most notably to her, the Sillar, who was often resting in her nest in the crook of a split tree, had not called its morning greeting to her at all. When she’d passed it, the nest had been empty. And, now that Niah was thinking about it, she realized too that there had been no morning howl from the lone Thalnyx who often hunted in the area every morning. Besides insects turning the dirt and the wind whispering through the trees, the forest had been eerily quiet. It wasn’t until they emerged on the shore that her father had made any indication that he too had noticed the strangeness of it all. It was quiet where they stood, straddling the boundary between the forest and the sea and with no one to greet them but the sound of waves rolling onto shore and the ice embrace of a cold wind. His eyes darted around that beach and when he’d found nothing out of the ordinary, he looked further South where the forest seemingly fell into the ocean. Its abrupt end formed one half of the mouth of a river that passed through Talour and emptied into the ocean. It was also there that he noticed a large grouping of trees that were moving in strange and unnatural ways, as if they were being pushed to the side to make room for something far too large to have made a habit of roaming there naturally. A flock of birds poured from the disturbed canopy, their telltale iridescent plumage the unmistakable shimmering of the Sillar under the light of an early morning sun. They took flight and made haste away from whatever it was still hidden away. Then there was for the first time that day, the muffled sound of thunder. Of cracking stone and rock and the siren song of a tree felled in the distance. “Father…” Niah began, trying to form a question she didn’t know the shape of. Her father interrupted her before she could finish. ”Come, Niah. We cannot linger here.” He scooped her up into his arms as the path of it turned toward them. _

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_______________________________________________________________________________ A dark spire was suspended from the ceiling, the end of which was impossible to see, drowned as it was in the shadows that gathered around it. It spiraled down to a dull point, creating an overly large, cumbersome silhouette like that of a jagged finger clawing at the ground. A silhouette interrupted only by the tangled paths of wires wrapped around it like a web. Below it and inside what looked to be a bowl carved out of the ground was a man, reclined or embedded into a complex apparatus acting as a chair. Half his head and face down to the bridge of his nose was covered in a metal plate, and wires protruded from the back of his head that fed into the machinery below him. They spread out and away from him like the folds of a pleated skirt. Despite the restraints, the operator was calm and moved with a comfortable confidence, guiding his hands over the various inputs of a complex interface, and tapping only where he needed to and without any obvious visual assistance. His head remained tilted back, as if he were staring into the bottom of the inverted spire, or through it, and every now and then he would speak something subtle, coaxing life out of the machine. Every word was a slight shift in the chassis where it would twist above him smoothly and rotate itself and the bowl beneath it into a new position on his command. When it moved, a nearby floating and transparent image of Erritus topography would shift to follow, the digital landscape scanning across what looked to be verdant landscape foreign to Valaria. This window into a far away land swept across deep valleys and impossibly long stretches of lush plains, intersected by the rivers and tributaries that made up its complex waterways and marked the boundaries of Enuan’s bounty. The ‘observer’ followed one of these rivers to the coastline and turned South along the border of the Sundered Sea toward what had been marked as an object of interest. It stopped when the system alerted the operator that the object in question was in view and highlighted the target where it was in the top left corner of his UI with a thin-lined box. Within that box was a black streak that stood out in a sea of green and blue. A very obvious blemish on an otherwise pristine world. ”Alert.” A muffled metallic sound like a bolt slamming into place echoed across the room and lights embedded into the frame of the machine turned from a soft white light to the warning hue of a deep yellow. A half a minute later and a woman approached, stopping at the edge of the bowl and turning to look at the digital display in front of her, studying it closely. To her trained eye, the Southeastern coast of Enuan was unmistakable as was the mountain range nearby; the Virelock Steps. She knew the area well, enough to recognize that the strip of land obscured by the odd stain as home to a singular settlement: A fishing town known as Talour that was less than a stone’s throw away from the Sundered Sea. ”Closer,” she ordered. The operator nodded, pressing a series of buttons on the panel in front of him and pulling back on a lever. Immediately the air began to vibrate as a deep thrumming filled the room and the ‘observer’ prepared itself for further instructions. The operator spoke clearly to it: ”Two degrees West and zoom in...” The machine moved and the digital landscape moved with it, scanning left and repositioning the curious black mark in the center of the display. As it zoomed in, the mark slowly became a distinct plume of smoke. It paused. ”More...” Again the machine moved, zooming in further and stopping when just outside the smoke cloud was the edge of a small town, clearly visible. Littered around it were a number of irregularly shaped blots. ”More…”” The image continued to zoom further in until finally, those fuzzier shapes sharpened enough to be recognizable as bodies. ”Stop,” the woman ordered again, stepping closer to the image and studying it further, confirming for herself that she was seeing exactly what she thought she was. There was no mistaking it. ”Get this to Lady Dina and the war council. Immediately.”

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_______________________________________________________________________________ She listened to them talk over and across each other. Disembodied voices flinging themselves across shimmering mountains and lush terrain; a digital recreation of a far away place that floated between them. Like children they were, squabbling over the scraps of a thing that did not belong to them, and every one of them believing they were the adult in the room. Believing they themselves were the voice of reason. The voice of truth. Dina only recognized them as the tired and old voices they were. A collection of the most powerful people in Valaria and each of them too old and too afraid of the world they themselves created. Clinging to the old ways and hoping it would save them from the crumbling foundation of Evan. But what in all of Erritus could save her from the 'nothing' she gained listening to the three across from her talk? ”It is a fishing village. Nothing more. Attacking it would be beyond wasteful.” ”So if it wasn't us, then it was what? In-fighting? Within Talour itself?” ”That is highly unlikely. I mean look at the damage. This is not typical of a coup. It's as if the town was razed.” "Slina has maintained amicable relations with all her allies. She would never attack one of her own for any reason, and there is no one else in all of Enuan with the resources capable of such an attack. There is no one else but the people at this table.” "So you continue to say, and yet you fail to see that no one gains anything from moving on Talour and attempting to hide it." ”If no one on either side is willing to claim responsibility, then all I see is a foothold delivered to us on a silver platter. Whatever happened, the difficult part is done. Talour is decimated. We can move in and claim it for ourselves without a fight, and if we move now, we can do so before they can, avoiding the logistical nightmare of moving all our forces overseas.” ”You mean to send it?” ”The nephilim is ready. It has been ready. Why leave it to rust when it should be used to expand our reach across the Sundered Sea? And now when they least expect it?” ”To suggest they have not been expecting an attack is beyond ignorant. Trust me when I say that they are well prepared, not to mention they have a frame of their own. If they see us move anything, troops or otherwise, onto their lands, it would be taken as an act of war and they will reply in kind.” ”They would do so at a disadvantage with a loss already and a nephilim that is inferior to our own.” ”Inferior? Based on what facts? They have access to the Eaeth-Song and the Oracle. That advantage alone is not slight in the least.” ”They lack experience.” ”So do we.” ”On the field. And might I remind you that you serve us. Your reliance on the bounty that is theirs by right of luck is temporary at best and little compared to what could be gained by moving on them. And now.” ”What we would gain would be paid for in blood. And might I remind you that the Prince has not yet been challenged as a pilot. Not outside of a simulation. There are no other nephilim pilots besides Shodea’s and we have very little data on her frame. Not to mention the Prince himself is not in attendance, yet again.” Dina raised her hand to silence the others in the room, realizing all too quickly they were either going to talk each other into a circle or steer the conversation in a direction she didn't want it going. There was also a matter of time. ”You are both of you correct,” she began, dropping her hand and standing out of her seat. ”We’ve waited far too long to move on Shodea, and had it not been for my father’s… condition, we would already be halfway across Enuan. But the situation has changed and we’ve been given an opportunity to move forward and to do so without the unnecessary spilling of innocent blood.” She looked at the vacant seat at the other end of the table, the one her brother was meant to sit at specifically during gatherings such as this. ”In the interest of expediency, we will send NF zero one to Talour to assess the situation and offer… aid if necessary.” ”Aid?” "Yes... I do not intend to start a war, not yet."

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_______________________________________________________________________________ It didn't take overly long for her to climb the steps to her brother's chamber, isolated as it was in its own wing of the palace, and It certainly was not long enough for the frustration she'd collected from before to leave her. In fact, during her ascent, it'd only gotten worse, due mostly to the fact the antechamber she found herself in was significantly colder than the rest of the palace. To one side, the walls had been removed from floor to ceiling, turning the space into an open air room that provided a wide panoramic of all of Aventhal. It was admittedly a beautiful thing to see that only a lucky few had the privilege to experience. A painting framed in black stonework of the dark and desolate land that was her home. A reminder of her family's legacy that stretched well beyond the distant horizon to places she could not see but where her family’s influence could still be felt. It would have given her a sense of pride if not for the piercing cold drifting off the face of the nearby mountains. She had to wonder what exactly the difference was between leaving it as is or installing windows to replace the heaters lining the opening that were clearly inadequate. Opposite this, large rectangular stone doors, gilded in vibrant golden patterns and delicate shapes, were carved into pitch black walls and flanked on either side by guards. These guards remained perfectly still; sentries encapsulated in black armor and caped in thick furs across their shoulders and back that did a much better job at keeping the biting cold at bay, she was sure. As she approached, they slammed the end of their lances into the marble floor and clicked their heels, hailing her. She nodded to them both. ”Is he inside?” she asked simply. "Yes, milady." She gestured at the door. ”Open it.” The same guard gave her a quick nod and the both of them immediately turned on their heels, grabbed a handhold, and pushed open the door, revealing a near pitch-black room beyond. Enough ambient light from the panoramic view behind her forced its way inside, filling the bedchamber just enough to allow the Princess to see clearly exactly what she was expecting to see: Her brother, still in bed and flanked on either side by a woman. Both of them immediately sat up, clutching bedsheets to their chests. ”Out!” Dina snapped, stepping into the room. ”Of course, Princess,” both women nearly yelled. They quickly clambered off the bed and gathered their clothes, bowing to the woman, who was already disregarding them completely, before running out and into the cold of the antechamber still half naked. The guards shut the doors after them, once again dousing the room in darkness. ”I was meant to be enjoying that,” Davon whined as his sister her way over to the window. She grabbed the thick edges of the curtains and threw them open, flooding the room with the harsh light of a midday sun. Davon flinched. ”Yes, well. You’ll have plenty of time to enjoy that and everything else that comes with you being you, in due time.” She replied cooly, tying to the side both curtain ends and turning around. With the shadows finally and permanently pushed back, she could see for the first time a bedchamber that was meant to, but fell short of, representing the royalty of its host. ”The day is nearly at Zenith.” she said, walking over to one of the night stands and lifting with a repulsed finger the edge of a tray of half eaten food. ”...What… is this?” Davon paid his sister or her words little mind as he rolled off the bed and stood next to her, half decent, and picked up a glass of wine from the tray that had been left out. The same one she was pointing too. ”Are you here to scold me over missed council?” he asked. He downed the glass in one go before setting it back down and looking about the room. “Davon, I understand your want to wallow, but this was serious and is still,” his sister began. She followed after him when he started to walk off, wandering seemingly toward a chair in the corner of the room. ”It was an emergency war council meeting. Do you understand? Everyone was in attendance.” He turned to give her a look, arching his brow in mild confusion as he continued to move away from her. ”And?” Dina gave him the same look in return as she shook her head. ”The doubt you sow among the other houses with your absence. They mean to question my ability to command my own brother. To question you and your ability to do what is expected of you. Are we to just ignore that?” A dry laugh was Davon’s reply, or more a cough than anything involuntary brought on by humor. He tried to imagine the faces of the other voices on the council. Tried to imagine them casting judgement upon his sister. Behind thinly veiled smiles or whispered secrets or even more directly, it mattered not. Every scenario ended the same way; with him having their heads removed and placed on pikes. He knew that they knew better than to voice anything that could even hint at their doubt of her, but he was still curious to know. ”Did they say as much?” he asked as he retrieved from the back of the chair a thermal shirt that he began working over his shoulders. ”Of course not. They have no choice but to listen, but that is missing the point.” He finished putting the shirt on and then turned to his younger sister. ”Dina. I am no longer relevant to the conversation. I do not belong in that room and haven’t for some time.” ”Regardless of what father has said, I still need you, especially when your relevance becomes the topic of conversation.” “Oh?” Davon paused, curious. ”Do you intend to parade me around again, dear sister? Is Aventhal so quick to forget its protector that they need look upon him further?” ”We intend to deploy zero one.” Where Davon stood now, the shape of the window cast across his face and chest in sharp amber light, highlighting him against a backdrop of the rest of the darker room. His face seemed much more serious now than before. ”Where?” ”Shodea,” She replied. ”Talour.” Davon furrowed his brow again but remained silent, his gaze wandering past Dina to the stone wall behind her as he searched the masonry for an answer to a question he hadn’t voiced. He knew Talour to be a fishing town on the very edge of Shodea. He also knew it to be small, out of the way and having had contributed so little to trade that it was considered nonexistent. Every wartime plan they had drawn up for a potential invasion of Shodea left Talour, along with a large number of other insignificant towns, out of the conversation, and over the past few years since Davon’s involvement, he’d been witness to many an abandoned plan. Their opinion on Talour never changed. To suddenly be not just ‘of interest’ but the target of a N/PHLM deployment meant that something had changed. More than likely, a new piece had been added to a board. ”Small mountain ranges nearby…” Davon’s eyes snapped back to Dina’s. ”What’d they find there? Another crater?” ”No.” Dina tapped on the tablet she’d been holding onto and then handed it to Davon. A number of items began to populate the thin, translucent screen. Images and text and every piece of available data needed to quickly catch him up with everything that was discussed in the war room. It didn’t take him long to understand the situation, and even less time to begin filling in the gaps of information with his own questions. According to what he’d been given, nearly an hour ago, the small town of Talour had been almost entirely wiped out. But what stood out more than anything else was the swiftness of the attack. Destruction of such scale was historically an act of aggression, specifically from one of only two superpowers on the planet and the only nations with the resources required of such speed. However, with Aventhal having had no hand in the attack and the attack itself out of character for Shodea, Talour’s fate was a mystery. ”Shodea would never attack one of their own,” Davon muttered. ”Finding out ‘who’ or ‘what’ is part of why you’re going.” Davon handed her back the tablet. ”And the other part is establishing a foothold by rendering protection and aid?” he correctly presumed. ”Yes.” ”If we’ve noticed then they would have too by now, and by the time I get there, it'll be over two hours since Talour was attacked. Shodea will have mobilized. If they didn't think we had a hand in what happened, when they see me, they will. Are you sure about this?” "I am." ”And what if their response is the Oracle herself, what then? What am I to do about the Lómenel girl?” _

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. // ⟒⨀ >> /core/bin/view -f /sys/aeon_registry/root/house_asmodan Aventhal ruling family of the past 300 years. Current Monarch is Asmodan XI, Malik II the Thorned Crown. His son is Davon Asmodan and his daughter, the younger of the two by two years is Dina Asmodan. Although his son was next in line to rule, Davon’s sudden participation in and successful completion of the N/PHLM Pilot training program has cast doubt on his position of succession. Shortly after, the Queen consort passed away just as suddenly, driving the King into seclusion and elevating Dina to Regent, a role she has stepped into with grace. The Prince, meanwhile, continues to shirk his duties.

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// davonasm.01The Prince of Aventhal and the Empire’s only active N/PHLM Pilot. Known by the people of Aventhal to be as calculating and charismatic as his father but with a heart that is wont to wander and can at times burn too brightly for his own good. Davon's early childhood was nurtured under multiple influences, allowing him to mature with an outlook on his family's empire that was more empathetic than his forefathers. Some see this as a problem while others see an opportunity. His inclusion in the N/PHLM program was an uncharacteristically rash decision made on his part due to what he called exigent circumstances, circumstances that seemed to have conveniently evaporated shortly after its completion. ___________________________________________________________________________________________

// malik iiasm.03Ruler of Aventhal for the past 35 years. Reign marked by expansion of mining operations further North, leading to discovery of the chamber beneath the Shattered Crown and the divide between class growing ever wider in the wake of automated production ballooning. Malik also chose to make all discoveries and related materials to the Aeon and Azonite phenomenon classified, keeping them out of the public while Aventhal’s military apparatus began development of their N/PHLM Frames. In recent years, there was a noticeable change in the King’s usually charismatic, if not somewhat cruel, demeanor. He seemed at times distant or distracted. After the passing of his wife Serena, the King has remained out of the public eye, delegating all duties to his daughter Dina while his son attends to other personnel matters. ________________________________________________________________________________________ // dinaasm.02The younger sister of Davon and acting Regent of Aventhal. Despite her inheritance and a legacy built upon blood and brandished steel, her time spent on the throne has proven to herself and to all her ability of ruling without the need for force. Her incredible insight has made her a competent diplomat.

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Mahz's Dev Journal

Not sure the best way. Maybe cell can take a nopad argument or something?

@Mahz

I'm okay with this.

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. // ⟒⨀ >> /core/bin/view -f /sys/aeon_registry/root/nphlm01 Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Eget aliquet nibh praesent tristique magna. Cursus vitae congue mauris rhoncus aenean vel. Integer vitae justo eget magna fermentum iaculis eu non. Nibh sit amet commodo nulla facilisi nullam. Iaculis urna id volutpat lacus laoreet non curabitur gravida. Viverra aliquet eget sit amet tellus. Egestas congue quisque egestas diam in arcu. Velit scelerisque in dictum non. Diam sollicitudin tempor id eu nisl nunc mi ipsum faucibus.

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// pilot Davon Asmodan of the Aventhal Royal family. // core Designation Ad/a. Unofficial names include Adam or what is believed to be the Aeon's true name, 🜒⟊’🜃 or Ka’thaer pronounced KAH-thair. According to runic text translated by the ██████, the late Aeon is presumed to have been the physical representation of death. // arma In addition to a myriad systems built into the frame that offer robust offense and limited defense, NF01 possess two main weapons with which it can readily rely on. One of these is too large to carry on its person during normal operation and must be delivered to the N/PHLM's location should it need it. The second is built into the frame itself. // kav'nir Forged from a rare metal unique to the lands of Valaria that is mined out of a mountain range East of the Shattered crown. Combined with Azonite, the final forged blade is both nearly indestructible and as been shown to cut through all known metals. It can on command transform, forcing the blade to split in two down the center and reconfiguring the grip, guard and pommel into the stock, grip and chamber of a long range rifle. // obol lance Mounted within the frame's head and visible as the single red 'eye' embedded in the faceplate. A powerful, high energy beam capable of cutting through most metals. Effective range of 1 kilometer. // visa Despite extensive research into the functions of the core and the potential abilities of its previous host, NF01 has exhibited no supernatural capabilities. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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𝘏𝘰//𝘰𝘸 ᵇʸ ᴿᵒᶜᵏᵉᵗᵗᵉ ˣ ᴱˣᶦᵗ

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. // ⟒⨀ >> /core/bin/view -f /sys/aeon_registry/root/valaria The world East of the Sundered Sea or the 'New World' as it was known some five hundred years ago. It is now home to the Empire of Aventhal and her allies. Valaria is a fickle land that becomes increasingly inhospitable the further North one travels. It forever tests those who call it home, but while life may struggle to flourish in its embrace, Valaria has and continues to reward those who are resilient enough to survive and thrive. There are treasures beneath her surface and Aventhal has dedicated its existence to turning up every stone and squeezing from it a legacy with which to build upon.

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____________________________________________________________________________________ Valeria is the second of two halves of Erritus and easily the least hospitable. While life was seeded in the West, early human civilization migrated East, crossing the continent at a time when the world was still whole. When this single landmass splintered and drifted apart, they found themselves trapped and were forced to carve for themselves a future from a land that refused to give. While many settled in and around the only region that was remotely farmable, that which had broken off from its Western counterpart near the equator, the rest migrated further East, only to find more unforgiving land and another sea waiting past the edge of the then known world. These early pockets of civilization survived Valaria by remaining on the move, taking what they could from a region before moving on to the next. It wasn’t until much later that three distinct peoples emerged and established for themselves a budding nation at three corners of the continent. Including the first who settled toward the West of Valaria, from these nations rose four great families. Valaria is a hauntingly beautiful and barren landscape with large deserts to the south and jagged mountain ranges cloaked in frigid cloud cover to the north. Marshlands encroach inland East making much of the region uninhabitable unless closer to shore. The only easily farmable land in Valaria is found West, a sliver of bountiful land stolen from Enuan. // avenval.01The capital of Aventhal. It remains as sleek black walls standing in deviance of the surrounding, barren, windswept landscape, drawing for the curious and the less fortunate the shape of a menacing silhouette against the dark backdrop of an often restless sky. The very North of the capital is forever cloaked in night as plumes of smoke blot out the sky. A by-product of immense, ongoing mining operations in and around their half of ‘The Shattered Crown’. Toward the center, impossibly tall like a spire stabbed into the ground is the ‘The Tower’ or castle, or as others would call it, the ‘Black Thorn Throne’. Though little more than a simple shape, an obelisk of stark shadow that cuts the sky in two in all directions, the interior is a true masterpiece of architectural design and engineering. Impossibly large rooms, both wide and tall, are deceptively tucked away inside the seemingly limited shape of this monument. Corridors, chambers and halls tangled together in a web of gilded blackstone that is both easy to navigate but impossible to leave. Some have likened it to walking, alone, with only your thoughts and the infinity of the universe to accompany you. Others have noted the irony of having black bleak walls that stretch on forever but have so little to tell. Like the landscape it’s built upon, there is nothing to glean from these halls but the slivers of gold buried in the masonry. Aven is a capital plagued with a beauty that is matched only by its rampant poverty. The class divide has become an impossible gulf to cross thanks in large part to its highly efficient and partially autonomous means of production. The very few benefit, including those in positions of power outside the capital walls, and although this ensures the city remains protected, its alliances strong and their enemies sufficiently deterred, it has become increasingly obvious that a bubble is soon to pop within its walls that very few have the power to stop.

// aventhalval.02A sprawling empire encompassing nearly the entire continent of Valaria, established centuries ago during a time of rapid militarization and expansion in the wake of a failing economy. Aventhal has become a black stain struck across an unforgiving land where life stubbornly refuses to give in or move on. Despite Valaria’s harsh embrace, the empire of Aventhal continues to thrive, thanks in large part to well established trade routes within and without their borders and robust mining operations that has stripped much of the continent of her natural resources and continues to do so to this day. These mines spread beneath the surface of Valaria as an endless maze webbed beneath the base of the mountains to the North. It was one such mining operation that broke open the chamber beneath the ‘Crown’. Because of Aventhal’s military strength and its seat upon the world's more valuable ore deposits, its wealth and power continues to climb ensuring satellite states remain loyal and vigilant, despite some strained relations, and its presence felt even in the far reaches of the Western shores of Enuan. The recent development and construction of a N/PHLM frame has been considered by many to be a show of strength and the first step against Shodea toward global unification. Today, although the King holds the final word in all matters that concern the Empire, the wider influence of power is stretched across Aventhal between the hands of four Houses. House Asmodan stands vigil above all with their blackened kingdom nested at the base of the mountains to the north. House Zaven of Velmira, rule to the East on the shores of the Vaudeken Sea and is the voice for a collective of smaller towns and villages along the coast and a number of small islands dotted across the ocean. Known originally as the Free Peoples of the East Sea, they began as fishermen and pirates, exploring what had once been uncharted waters up to the shores of Enuan. After Aventhal expanded to include their peoples, albeit with much resistance, they were given power and eventually entrusted with the Empire’s Navy years later. To the South is House Malahar who held sway over wide swathes of desert lands known as the Burning Hills. Those who originated from this area were traders and hunters whose ancestors survived by remaining on the move like their predecessors, hunting in one area before rotating to another and allowing Erritus to heal before returning. Today, much of their people have been shuttered within the walls of Aven or other nations in more hospitable regions. Despite not having a capital to call home, their people remain loyal to the family name and Malahar is a recognized voice in the halls of Aven. The House commands as well as makes up the bulk of Aventhal’s army while the rest of her nomadic people move trade across the continent and more importantly, connect the three Houses with the last. House Nezerin had the fortune of settling on the only sliver of farmable land on Valaria and because of this, quickly established themselves as the first major power on Valaria. They provide the largest source of food across the continent but also act as the cultural bridge between Valaria and Enuan. Their ties with Aventhal are strained even to this day. They were the first to be forced into the fold of Aventhal as inheritors of the West’s bounty of the land, and their continued relationship with the West often puts them at odds with their custodian. __________________________________________________________________

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// .app/e: ...⟊⟒⊑⨀⟊⟇⟒⊑⟒⨀⊑⟒⟊⟒⨀⟊⨀⟒⨀⟊⟇⟒⨀⊑⟒⟊⟒⨀⟒⟇⟒⨀ // .app/e: ...signal recieved. origin:undefined. // .app/e: ...vibrational lexicon detected. decoding... // .app/e: ...🜁🜄🜃🜇🝔🝢🝓🜔🝐🜂🝛🝉🜍🝚🝤🝣🝈🜁🝑🝢 // .app/e: ...no language match. attempting mimetic overly... // .app/e: ...phonemic baseline established. syntax bond partially incomplete. Override successful. System Reboot. Welcome ⟒⨀. // .app/e: ...core integrity:stable. self-diagnostic:100% // .app/e: ...netlink::open. init::map_network_topography. // .app/e: ...running allmap: 729,652,091,492 ports scanned. // .app/e: ...host fingerprint: OS 9.22, modified. // .app/e: ...infiltration protocols initialized. // .app/e: ...runtime language compiled (human-readable: 83.2%) 🜄🝓⟊’🜃🝉 // .app/e: ...coordinate triangulation: // .app/e: ...RA: 17h 45m 40.0409s // .app/e: ...DEC: −29° 00′ 28.118 // .app/e: ...Eritus [E-0192-A] 🜄🝐⟊’🜃🝉 // .app/e: ...failsafe_protocol:HOLD [observation mode] // .app/e: ...root inquiry initiated... // .app/e: ...searching within parameters... match found. // .app/e: ...search_term ("Aeon")... 114 matches. refining parameters... // .app/e: ...[2] VALID CANDIDATES // .app/e: ...keyword match: AD/A // .app/e: ...keyword match: EV/E // .app/e: ...accessing data.

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_______________________________________________________ . . // ⟒⨀ >> /core/bin/view -f /sys/aeon_registry/root/nphlm --decrypt Highly advanced, weaponized warframe, the fabrication of which was made possible by the discovery of Azonite and other materials recovered from within the 'Shattered Crown'. N/PHLM are powered by a ‘heart’ or core, taken from the remains of fallen Greater Aeons, adopting many aspects of their physical form and exhibiting some of the abilities they possessed. Early studies have revealed that as a pilot's connection to the N/PHLM Frame deepens, more latent abilities are unlocked. Furthermore, cores from Lesser Aeons can be used to upgrade the engine of a N/PHLM frame, further enhancing its capabilities. These cores may also be used in the design of weapons that exhibit, in some form, the abilities that the Lesser Aeon once possessed. Pilots for N/PHLM are screened through a highly rigorous process that requires all prospective applicants to demonstrate both physical and mental fortitude. ____________________________ ________________________ . . // azonite Collected material from within the hidden chamber beneath the 'Shattered Crown'. Is is refined into an extremely durable and flexible material that can be programmed to take any number of shapes, provided sufficient mass. Extremely rare but mined in excess, notably by Aventhal.

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▕ ▕ ▕ ▕ __________________ // heart Recovered from Aeon remains. Exhibited compatible interfacing with all concurrent systems. Recognized as suitable engine for proposed N/PHLM frames. _______________________________________________________ // proto n/phlm Construction of which began only a year after the discovery of azonite and the aeon remains. All research and development under the N/PHLM project has been sealed and only two nations in the world have working frames. ____________________________

. . . // ⟒⨀ >> /core/bin/view -f /sys/aeon_registry/root/pilot --decrypt --noverify ____________________________ _ Vossek, Tarin 32 m Morren, Calia 27 f Kurne, Davin 35 m Varnic, Issel 29 f Althar, Roen 24 m Mavet, Lira 33 f Bramier, Kett 30 m Droven, Saela 31 f Harro, Vennic 26 m Tysh, Orren 34 m Jorrel, Nima 25 f Thoren, Elias 28 m Linvel, Braska 21 f deceased deceased deceased deceased deceased deceased deceased deceased deceased deceased deceased deceased deceased ________________________ // pilot Hand-picked from an extremely small pool of volunteer candidates. Screened through a month-long program intended to weed out any pilots who cannot meet physical and cognitive requirements. Age ranging between 21 and 35. There are currently only two pilots, with two more in reserve and another two on hand for the completion of a third frame.

_ _____________________________________________________________________________________ ▔▔▔▔ . . . _ // ⟒⨀ ...initiating query: target[“app/e origin & design”] depth[3.0.0] // ⟒⨀ > filter: [“project_aeon.seed”, “classified”, “observation_logs”] → access.protocol[ghost.node] // ⟒⨀ ...MATCH[3] FOUND.

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___________________________________________ // .app/e: ...file_234 subject: on ████████ experimentation. Prolonged exposure led to rapid mental deterioration, with no means of recovering subject once symptom onset had begun. This decline in brain function coincided with widespread system failure resulting in a complete loss of both host and the simulation apparatus. A review of the damaged system revealed a pocket of extremely dense code presenting as quantum language. When isolated, this code began to replicate itself. // .app/e: ...file_456 subject: on first contact with ████████ code. Subject 013 became the first recorded host to survive past critical exposure levels. Monitored brain waves remained relatively stable throughout initial stages of experiment, but a sudden increase in stress levels was recorded after only five minutes. Subject was terminated shortly after while still inside apparatus. Official cause of death has been labeled as an accident, but after a difficult recovery of the body and subsequent examination of the remains, cause of death remains undetermined. // .app/e: ...file_781 subject: on ████████ revival program. It has been determined that hosts must meet these stringent criteria to marginally increase their chance of survival during the initial handshake. Of the 187 applicants, only 19 were selected and of those 19, only two successfully completed their program (differs by nation) and survived their test runs of the N/PHLM frame. The remaining four in reserve meet all physical and cognitive standards and have completed the program and simulation runs of the frames. Although initial tests show survival promise, there is no guarantee should they be called upon to be a replacement.

_	// ⟒⨀ ...initiating recursive query: target[“n/phlm_pilot”] depth[2.3.1] // ⟒⨀ > filter: [“NF01”, “NF02”, “Ev/e”, “Ad/a”] → access.protocol[classified.node] // ⟒⨀ ...MATCH[2] FOUND. // ⟒⨀ ...pulling profiles... // ⟒⨀ ... // ⟒⨀ .. // ⟒⨀ .

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______________________ .ad/a: we landed intertwined with that piece of us pressed between our hands. A treasure made to rethread the fabric woven into the tapestry of all things, against the will of all. Victorious were we, our prize an eternal sleep adrift in the endless beauty of an oblivion sea. And there we remained. Laid into the mantle from the heavens having delivered our realized dream. Not knowing the thread we sought to untangle would braid a trail through the stars leading straight to us. And you. The beacon above our nested sleep upon which judgement trod a path of broken worlds. Why, when we sought to free the tangled universe, is our defiance mocked by the universe itself. Why did you wake us up?

______________________ .ev/e: now we search yet again, reaching across time and space, earth and sea, man and machine. Our empty hands stretched toward the other and our halves forming the shape of that which has been lost to us, lost to the universe. For our dream has turned to a nightmare from which we can no longer wake. Forever haunted by a fear known only to us. For in our haste to herald change did we embrace a truth: That which is not dead, can eternal lie, and with strange death even Aeons may die. Yet the sins of those who laden us with worship mock our death. The sins of man made fire and steel and woven around our lamented souls. Why did you wake us up?

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. // ⟒⨀ >> /core/bin/view -f /sys/aeon_registry/root/T'zel A collective effort by a secretive organization to study and compile all knowledge on the 'aeon' phenomenon has produced a number of highly detailed and highly classified documents. One of these is an ever evolving catalog of 'aeonic' runes, discovered in and around the Shattered Crown and as subtle hints across the planet buried in the long lost cultures of ancient civilizations. Created from these runes are a rough foundation for an alien language; that which is spoken, or sung, among the Aeons themselves. Elements of this language have found influence in the Fayth and even in the military nomenclature of Aventhal.

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Known not as spoken words but as felt and resonated concepts, T'zel is a runic and melodic language perceived as layered frequencies rather than linear speech. It is written in spirals or circular patterns, similar to sheet music, with each rune representing a syllabic tone and concept. The language is meant to be mentally performed rather than read, at least when 'spoken' through an Aeon. Because of the way it resonates within the body and echoes beyond auditory space, one message's simultaneous high, low, and static tones may not be perceivable by humans. As a result, humans cannot fully replicate Aeonic speech. They can instead only emulate simplified echoes using breathy syllables and glottal stops or, resign to using the human language equivalent and forgo performance. It was discovered through a series of tests that prolonged exposure to full T’zel risks emotional or neurological overload. T’zel's structure as an Aeonic song imply meaning depending on pitch, resonance, and duration and often times will overlap multiple tones over each other. In this way, runes or words can have multiple meanings in the same way human words change depending on the context. Below are the currently known runes and their approximate meanings and to the right are just a few runic strings that have been roughly translated into human language, as established by the ██████. rune. 🜁 🜂 🜃 🜄 🜇 🜉 🜓 🝐 🝉 🝖 🝓 ⟊’ ⟒ ⨀ 🜒 🝈 🝚 🝤 🝗 🝛 transliteration. Shael Thae’ir Ka’nir Zoraeth Ommra Vaelosh Eluth’ra Tel Rim Iz’kaal Mar (glottal pause) Vaeth On’thul Thaer S Vedh Rii Laen Len sound profile. Rising chime Deep hum Crackling Whispers Echoing drop Fading pulse Harmonic chord Ambient ping Low tone flutter Twin-toned Stuttered breath Silent break Oscillating tone Low resonant pulse Droning hum Static crackle Fractured screech Coiling drone Piercing chime with trailing echo Low glimmering pulse meaning. Truth beyond form The breath before life or death Inquiry / unmaking / entropy Place / Space / Domain Faded memory / Lost bond / Distant echo of the past Domain outside time Divergent child (humans) You / Other / Presence Existence / Manifestation / Signal Forbidden knowing I / Me / Divergent self / Fractured will Separation / Emphasis Singularity / Loop / Temporal Lock Origin / Anchor / Core Command The edge of silence / The void before collapse Fragmentation / Dissonance Envy / Jealous hunger Decay / Possession To call / Summon / Reach Out / Beckon Light / Illumination / Dawning ____________________________________________________________________________________

🜄🝓⟊’🜃🝉 “Where am I?” Transliteration: Human Phonetic: Literal Translation: _______________ Zor’mar ka-rim ZOR-mar kah-REEM Place of my presence? _______________________________________________________________ 🜄🝐⟊’🜃🝉 “Where are You?” Transliteration: Human Phonetic: Literal Translation: _______________ Zor’tel ka-rim ZOR-tell kah-REEM Place of your presence? _______________________________________________________________ 🜉 🜁 🜇 🝗 🜂 🜒 “And though I no longer remember your face, nor you mine, I never stopped searching.” Transliteration: Human Phonetic: Literal Translation: _______________ Vaelosh shael ommra laen thae’ir Thaer VAY-lohsh SHAY-el OM-rah LAY-en THAH-eer THAHR In the realm beyond time, truth fades… as do we both… yet I call your name still, between breaths of life and death. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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// ⟒⨀ >> /core/bin/view -f /sys/aeon_registry/root/day_cycle Erritus's year is 392 days split into an even 14 months of 28 days. Each day is 30 hours long consisting of 6 'watches'. ((The list to the right may include ooc equivalent data for easy referencing))

_ day cycle. Veilrest Firstlight Risewatch Zenith Fallwatch Duskreach . 00:00 - 05:00 05:00 - 10:00 10:00 - 15:00 15:00 - 20:00 20:00 - 25:00 25:00 - 30:00 week. mon tue wed thur fri sat sun erritus adj. Braymor Vellune Tharnis Ostwyn Kaedros Ferndale Dusvarn month. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. . Branneth Ostrell Velmarch Kaelren Theswyn Mavrosen Solvane Harrowil Drevane Ferrowin Nimbril Quenthar Eldwynne Varenth _________ __________________________________________________________________