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Altaea: The Age of Revolution -=]- Late Middle Ages - Early Renaissance Fantasy Story -[=-

I thought I should mention that one of my characters is mixed Sarifen and Valanian, though an entirely different character and position in life (my blacksmith apprentice). Not quite half and half though, I imagine her family lived near the border so there was mixing due to that

Also trying to work if my blacksmith apprentice or my Sarifen soldier could have connections with anyone else characters... Hmm

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I lack self confidence... I tend to not think my stuff is good (and it really isn't). I'm sure you'll do brilliantly with all that stuff as GM! And I know they're interacting *jumps up and down* Its awesome. Setting up the future weird friendship that will occur xD And I'm definitely looking forward to chap two ;) Welcome... And great! It would be really cool if we could get right to the end of the story (as in to like when the prologue is). That would be neat :)

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Awesome! :3 I'll probably make my next post after you do yours!

Me too! Pretty excited about it... it should be great :D

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Well I posted (3 hours ago)... not as long as Taco's post but you know xD I'm not quite as awesome as Taco is.

Looking forward to Onru post and when we go onto chapter 2! Believe me when I say I'm still also very excited for this. I mean we've not done much so there's no way my excitement has gone yet xD Your welcome for sticking around I guess... Although I'm just happy to be a part of it. I think if there was a chance it wasn't going to continue I might just cry. I would be upset to say the least... cause this epic tale needs to be told.

Altaea: The Age of Revolution -=]- Late Middle Ages - Early Renaissance Fantasy Story -[=-

Awesome! PMed

Collaborate? That sounds absolutely terrifying xD But I shall try... I will try

Altaea: The Age of Revolution -=]- Late Middle Ages - Early Renaissance Fantasy Story -[=-

I'm glad my continued interest is doing so :) I'm already very into the roleplay and there is even an OOC up yet xD I can be quite the hermit as well... I try but I'm actually pretty bad at talking to people OOC (bar a few people I've been rping with for three years). I'll try not to worry about it xD

Awesome, I look forward to late Wednesday or Thursday!

I'm just going to post the kind of basic concepts for my characters - probably a good idea to actually make sure they're okay xD And a few other people are doing it so you know

- Amoral (pretty much) and seductive assassin: everything she does is for personal gain. Quite likes money and fond of sleeping around. Valanian but doesn't feel a tie to either country. Manipulates just about everyone and lies more often then. She's actually my most well developed but hard to describe without posting a massive personality I wrote out ages ago xD

- Sarifen Archer/Soldier: Not quite a commoner, from a low noble family. Skilled archer and has a deep allegiance to his country however is very kind hearted ect. and has a lot against poverty and the way commoners are treated.

- Blacksmith Apprentice: Around 17 and a young woman disguised as a man. Was often mistaken for a boy so used her boyish figure to become an apprentice blacksmith to escape being forced into marriage by her father. Very intelligent and inventive, great at thinking up all sort of new ideas.

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So concerned with her sore head Ivaadi barely heard the words from the person below until the question that was almost directly posed to her. She froze, her hand stopping its continuous rubbing of her sore lekku as another curse escaped her lips. Whoops. How could she have been so stupid as to make noise? Hitting her head was one thing, but actually speaking?! That made it quite obvious that she was human and not just some kind of phantom noise in the vents. She had really screwed up. What was she going to do? She could try to sneak away... but then whoever it was would get suspicious. If she just acted like she was supposed to be in here. Yes that was probably the best way forward from here. Pretend she was... she would work something out. She was smart enough to do that.

"I wouldn't call it your ceiling," the twi'lek muttered, shuffling forward to peer through the ventilation grate. It was the mechanic she had been watching at work, quite obviously considering no one else was in that workshop, and she seemed to have climbed up onto a workbench to reach the grate. She frowned, lightly purple eyes narrowing. "Hello, I apologise for disturbing you at your work. If you could please just continue." It was immediately after saying these words she realised that the other woman probably wouldn't just return to her work. Most people would want an explanation. She momentarily forgot the fact that she was, in fact, in a confined space when she tried to move into a sitting position beside the grate only to hit her head again. Ow. As if it hadn't hurt enough the first time!

"Excuse me," she murmured, bending over to move the grate away. Thankfully very few of them were properly screwed in making it really quite easy for her to get in and out of the ducts. Right now she was going to get out. She certainly wasn't going to hold a conversation while in here. What if someone came along? The less people that knew about her being in the air ducts the better really. And she might hit her head again. It wasn't normal for her to do that but today just didn't seem to be her lucky day. With the grate out of the way she quite agilely hopped out, grabbing the edge of the duct beside the hole where the grate had been to allow her to swing down and land gracefully on the flor avoiding most of the debris from whatever had exploded. She then turned to Aelyn, arms folded. "Before you ask for an explanation I was up there cleaning," she lied quiet easily. "The explosion made me hit my head, which still hurts by the way!" Her gaze turned into a glare and she looked quite annoyed as she rubbed her left lekku, obviously now blaming Aelyn for that current problem.

After a bit of glaring she glanced around the workshop curiously. While she had watched mechanics at work a few times when she happened to come to this area she had never really seen all the tools up close. This kind of thing had always interested her and it was the reason she had come to this section more than once. Mahuva's palace was large enough for Vi to not have explored every area of the air ducts and most of the time she liked to change where she was. Kept things entertaining and meant different people to hear secrets and gossip from. "So are you indentured to the all mighty purple hutt? Or do you choose to work... here?"

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It definitely doesn't suck! It's awesome... Worth the wait!

I should have a Vi post up by the end of the day but I'm very busy today (and tomorrow) so no guarantees

Altaea: The Age of Revolution -=]- Late Middle Ages - Early Renaissance Fantasy Story -[=-

Wow, a lot of information. Thank you very much :) I'm certainly glad the ranks aren't the simple fantasy ones and are rather something much better and much more interesting. And it's a good thing I was planning on my character being an archer then! He'll fit right in... I think he is going to be from a low noble family, so not a commoner but not exactly very aristocratic either. Just above the common stock really. And I'm sorry for not replying much to the tons of information you give - just not much to say in reply apart from its great and really helping

Okay, that's quite awesome! Hopefully my characters will bring something to the roleplay then... I'll have to think of possible subplots. All sorts of possibilities could come from all of them. Ooo flashbacks... heh heh.

Also I was wondering when an OOC was going to get up? Understand that it may be a while just that I want somewhere to put my almost finished character sheets xD

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So maybe if she added some wiring here... And drew on this electronic circuit. No. That wasn't going to work. Synnove let out a groan of agitation as she stared down at the technical drawing before her. She was working on some plans for the design of something more efficient to help power the laser technology used and produced by ReTech. It wasn't going so well at the moment. Sure, in the small group she worked with she was most qualified with the qualifications in mechanical and electrical engineering but it didn't mean she wanted to be landed with the whole design. She was under time pressure as well because they needed to get this sorted quickly. It was all just a bit stressful.

Of course the fact she was doing her design on paper didn't help as she would only have to transfer them onto the computer where they would be automatically be shared with other engineers. The lucky ones than got landed with the practical making of the thing. She was far better in that area than a lot of those idiots. But of course she had been assigned the more boring job, stuck here in the shared office. Sometimes she really hated her job and her superiors. Times like this also made her regret the fact that she had purposefully avoided all promotions. Of course she had only just switched over to mechanical, and more specifically laser technology, after around five or six years of working in electrical engineering for ReTech. So it was expected for her to be landed with all the unwanted task.

She dropped her pencil and sat back in her chair with a frown, brushing back a loose strand of brown hair. What to do... what to do. She needed to get this finished by the end of the day. The last thing she wanted to do was fail in something like this. She'd heard there was the possibility of cuts in her department and she really didn't want to lose her job. Not that she couldn't make a living from other means, as she had for a while. Just she quite liked being an engineer.

Furrowing her brow Syn returned to staring at the paper in front of her. Wait a moment... that was what she had missed in her calculations. She had it! A few additions later she had finished the drawing and she pulled over her laptop. It didn't take her long to use the software to create the design digitally and share it with the rest of the team. A job well done if she did say so herself. Hadn't taken too long when she had cracked the problem. And it was still morning. Time for a well deserved break.

She stood with a stretch, grabbing her leather jacket and pulling it on over her typical outfit as she walked. The door opened automatically as she approached it, due to her earpiece, and she headed along to the elevator. After a while of waiting as the elevator came down the doors eventually opened with quiet ping. She didn't even have to tell it where to go as it took her up to floor fifty-seven, around three floors above, where the nearest break room was located.

"Good morning, Nax," Syn nodded with a smile in return to her friend's grabbing a glass for herself and pouring some water. "Under the weather, you say?" A mischievous smile quickly crossed across her lips. "Funny how you say that, I do feel the same. I've had a terrible headache the entire morning. We really should take the day off. In fact..." She pulled out one of the many tools she always carried. pushing back the sleeve covering her mechanical right arm. She fiddled slightly with some of the visible wires before glancing up. "I seem to be having a malfunction with my arm, none of the fingers are working." To prove the point she moved her thumb, the rest of her fingers remaining curled and not straightening. "All the more reason to leave, I need to get this fixed." She smirked slightly, sidling over to the door. "How about we go now and fill out all the medical details from the safety of our homes. For all we know we could be infectious."



The pen scratched over paper, a rather irritating noise as notes were written. Keir had woken up earlier than he had thought possible, sitting down to study as much as possible. In his last year of studying chemistry things were going about as well as he could expect them to. He was bright and had a flair for chemistry but when it wasn't the job you really wanted to go into... well there was only so much effort he could put in. He barely had any time to do what he wanted any more. University work was just getting more and more tough and the study he had set up in the small flat he lived in was beginning to feel a bit confining. He considered taking a break then discarded it in favour of scribbling down a few more words followed by a diagram and a sigh. It didn't take much longer for him to drop his pen in frustrating, standing up and stretching out his cramped legs. Maybe he should reconsider his sitting position because sitting with his legs curled under him wasn't working out so well.

He grabbed his mobile phone he waited impatiently as it turned on, taking its sweet time. Eventually it let him type in his password and open up a new message.

Please come over. Need excuse not to study.

This text was quickly sent to his friend, Emmy, who always had some way of distracting him from his actual work and scientific nonsense whenever she came to visit. While he did love science, chemistry in particular, and it was why he had picked it for university he tended to just start studying or working on something and he would never stop. That was really the case for anything he did. He started and just never stopped. And sometimes he just didn't want to do chemistry, he didn't want to study for his upcoming final exams or prepare for the major practical he had to do soon. Right now was one of those times. He wasn't even sure if Emmy would be awake yet... in fact he wasn't sure what time it was.

Picking up a bunch of notes so he could read them while walking Keir headed to the kitchen crossed with a living room crossed with a sort of dining room, making himself a mug of coffee and some toast for breakfast. His gaze glanced around the living room area to make sure it was as clean as he would like it to be and his gaze lingered on the grand piano in the corner. It had been a birthday present when he was younger and he had managed to bring it with him when he left home to start out on his own as a student. Music was his true love and the piano had been one of his first instruments, the violin and guitar quickly joining it. He loved composing and writing down whatever random songs came into his mind. Even improvising was great or working out sheet music for the latest movie he had watched. All of it he enjoyed. Of course he rarely had time any more. Stupid chemistry.

Coffee and plate of toast in hand Keir returned to his study after one last glance at the piano. Sipping and eating he sat back down to more writing of notes and practice questions. Really not fun, but necessary. He had decided to work in silence knowing that listening to music would only distract him further. It would just make him want to play. He wanted to do anything other than chemistry. Read a book, play one of his instruments, watch crappy television, he didn't really care. Concentrate! He had to concentrate. Frowning he scribbled something else down writing now scrawling and practically unreadable. And his handwriting was normally so neat. He glanced at his phone. He hoped Emmy would respond. He would be happy even if she just turned up at his door.