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God, Gatling, and Glory [Steampunk/Imperialism NRP]

The Consanguinity of the Dratha

Nation Name: The Consanguinity of the Dratha Flag Government: Clan Confederation/Feudal Military Dictatorship Economy: mainly agrarian/feudal, with pre-modern industries centered in the cities. Leaders/Important People: The Court of the Moon: A council of priestess residing in the Palace of the Moon and Stars, they are considered the representatives of the Heavenly Court and have extensive ceremonial and political functions. Vaos daz Nagath, the Foremost Dictator, Commander of the Lesser Commanders, the Sword of Heaven: The Foremost Dictator is head of state, nominally elected by a council of Clan Fathers and confirmed by the Court of the Moon. In practice the Dictatorship has remained in the hands of the most powerful clan for as long as they have been able to inspire loyalty and fear. The Dictatorship was previously held for two stable centuries by the reactionary Odros Clan, who were overthrown by the Nagath Clan and its allies in a recent civil war known as the Necessary Reorientation. Vaos daz Nagath is a modernizer, a deft political operator, and a ruthless warlord. Onas daz Yen, the Second Greatest Dictator: the head of the Consanguinity's internal spying/police apparatus, known as the Subtle Office. Responsible for domestic policing and internal espionage, anti-corruption measures, and monitoring foreign influences. Vo daz Sygo, the Least of the Several Dictators: directs economic policy and is responsible for collecting taxes from the Clan Fathers. Ixus Zo, Greatest of the Lesser Commanders: commoner raised to high office, Zo is a talented general and military modernizer and in command of the Foremost Dictator's standing army. Colonel Gerholt Augustin Ramlacht Odlesmann von Unglestrab-Lingen, Tolerated Outlander In Recognized Service to the Foremost Dictator: Renowned Old World adventurer, mercenary, and drunk, formerly a colonel in the [insert old world army! any takers?]. Currently in the service of the Foremost Dictator, training the Drathan Army in the use of modern weapons and tactics. He also leads a large contingent of Old World mercenaries now working for the Drathans. Mister Caractacus Fysh, Esq. Tolerated Outlander In Recognized Service to the Foremost Dictator: the representative of the immensely powerful, international, old world financial house of Barrow & White in the Drathan Union. He is working with the Foremost Dictator to modernize the Consanguinity's economy and infrastructure and attract foreign investment and trade. Barrow & White wields immense influence among the elites of the otherwise famously xenophobic Consanguinity, and Fysh is referred to by many in the Old World as the 'King of the Drathans'. Clan Father Sygo Clan Father Yen Clan Father Odros Clan Father Nissok-Ba Clan Mistress Ruq Desired Map location: [Southwest corner of southern continent, with the Chee to the north.] Important Locations: Zar Dratha: Capital city, hugely populated trade center near the coast, situated on the Ovos River. Zar Dratha has long outgrown its crumbling walls, with the upper castes living in the Old City, a dense conglomeration of ancient pagodas and towers dominated by the Dictator's Fortress, while the Outworks are a sprawl of clay and plaster dwellings stretching out from the Ovos river in all directions, eventually petering out into rice paddies and fungus beds. Non-Drathans are confined to the city's famous Foreign Quarter, an overcrowded center of the world-wide black market, filled with ex-patriots, exiles and lowlifes from every corner of the Old World. Zar Pellos Zar Aryon Zar Uln: major port city located on Half Moon Bay, controlled by the powerful Sygo Clan. Zar Uln is the second most populated and the most 'modernized' city in the Consanguinity, with a large foreign presence and Barrow & White factories springing up among its pagodas and clay-brick slums. Outside the metropolis, mining and drilling operations are being set up by Barrow & White personal amid the terrace farms and wayside shrines of the countryside. New Gapos: Stinking, malarial enclave of old world merchants on an island just beyond where the Ovos Delta empties into the sea. It is the major refueling station for steam powered ships the region. The New Gapos coal mines, also on the island, are infamous for their horrendous conditions. The Mayor of New Gapos technically answers to the Consanguinity, but the town is mostly a lawless, seedy mishmash of Old World and Drathan exiles. Palace of the Moon and Stars Cultural Overview: The Consanguinity is composed primarily of Drathans, a sub-species of humanity physiologically altered by its prolonged exposure to the large liquefied elan deposits just beneath the surface of their ancestral lands. Elan, called 'Ichor' by the Drathans, is omnipresent in their society- used in medicine, liquors, and to power various ingenious mechanical devices. The local water supply is heavily contaminated with elan residue, and most non-Drathans find the taste alarming, though they can drink it without harm. Drathans, in contrast to other humans, have dusky, bluish skin of a variety of hues and generally have dark eyes and hair. The products of an ancient culture, they tend to be conservative and highly xenophobic. Drathan religion is a messy combination of folk ancestral worship, astrological veneration of the moon and stars as deities, and sophisticated philosophy and metaphysics translated in various ways into religious parlance. Drathan worship, therefore, is not particularly unified nor consistent, especially given the steep class divides within their society: local shrines to ancestral figures and historical heroes and sages do the country side, while in larger towns and cities elaborate temple-based liturgies to the celestial deities take place for the moneyed castes. At universities, a sophisticated and ancient tradition of speculation is encouraged on the nature of causality, rationality, and the divine. Drathan society is highly stratified, with the vast majority of the population living as serfs cultivating crop paddies, fungus farms, and livestock. The warrior-aristocracy generally occupy castles and fortified estates on their land holdings. Slavery is openly practiced in some clan holdings, especially those in the North where battles with the Chee result in plenty of captives. The Consanguinity's territories range from arid to tropical, with dense jungles and mangroves along the coast, and local cultures and practices vary across the extensive dominions governed by the Foremost Dictator. Technology Overview: While very few of the richest and most powerful members of the Consanguinity possess some Old World technology, the Dratha as a whole are technologically backwards. While they possess sophisticated [medieval and renaissance era] machinery, building techniques and agricultural methods, they almost totally lack the mass-productive steam-technology that characterizes the Old World. For the most part the conservative Dratha view such innovations with suspicion and hostility. Military Overview: The Consanguinity can call a very large number of soldiers to arms. Unfortunately, those arms mostly consist of spears, swords, crossbows, flintlocks and outdated rifles and cannon imported from the Old World. Centuries of internecine clan warfare and battles with the Chee have made the Drathans into formidable warriors, and the Foremost Dictator commands a sizable professional fighting force permanently under arms. The Foremost Dictator is scrambling to import modern weapons and train his men in their use before the Old World powers descend on his elan-rich nation, but the lack of an industrial base and native hostility to dishonorable innovations makes even most modest modernization efforts difficult. The Dratha have a fairly large navy of cannon-armed junks and galleons, almost totally useless against modern navies.

Sacrilege War (Apocalyptic Grimdark Fantasy)

Yep, I'm working on it @Monkeypants. Will try to have something up this weekend.

Sacrilege War (Apocalyptic Grimdark Fantasy)

PM me, @Grijs. I may make some changes based on what I have in mind, but I'd love to know and use it. For those of you who want to collaborate with me a bit as I redesign this thing, I can be found here: http://piratepad.net/4XQP27umPr when I'm on, and you can see my WIP notes.

Sacrilege War (Apocalyptic Grimdark Fantasy)

Ok great. I will get an Int Check up, hopefully tonight. Too bad to hear about Serp not being able to RP, he was a great nation rper.

God, Gatling, and Glory [Steampunk/Imperialism NRP]

WIP. There are two places below where I have foreign characters from the Old World in need of a home, so please let me know if I can use your nation as their country of origin. Feedback welcome!

The Consanguinity of the Dratha

Nation Name: The Consanguinity of the Dratha Flag Government: Clan Confederation/Feudal Military Dictatorship Economy: mainly agrarian/feudal, with pre-modern industries centered in the cities. Leaders/Important People: The Court of the Moon: A council of priestess residing in the Palace of the Moon and Stars, they are considered the representatives of the Heavenly Court and have extensive ceremonial and political functions. Vaos daz Nagath, the Foremost Dictator, Commander of the Lesser Commanders, the Sword of Heaven: The Foremost Dictator is head of state, nominally elected by a council of Clan Fathers and confirmed by the Court of the Moon. In practice the Dictatorship has remained in the hands of the most powerful clan for as long as they have been able to inspire loyalty and fear. The Dictatorship was previously held for two stable centuries by the reactionary Odros Clan, who were overthrown by the Nagath Clan and its allies in a recent civil war known as the Necessary Reorientation. Vaos daz Nagath is a modernizer, a deft political operator, and a ruthless warlord. Onas daz Yen, the Second Greatest Dictator: the head of the Consanguinity's internal spying/police apparatus, known as the Subtle Office. Responsible for domestic policing and internal espionage, anti-corruption measures, and monitoring foreign influences. Vo daz Sygo, the Least of the Several Dictators: directs economic policy and is responsible for collecting taxes from the Clan Fathers. Ixus Zo, Greatest of the Lesser Commanders: commoner raised to high office, Zo is a talented general and military modernizer. Colonel Gerholt Augustin Ramlacht Odlesmann von Unglestrab-Lingen, Tolerated Outlander In Recognized Service to the Foremost Dictator: Renowned Old World adventurer, mercenary, and drunk, formerly a colonel in the [insert old world army! any takers?]. Currently in the service of the Foremost Dictator, training the Drathan Army in the use of modern weapons and tactics. He also leads a large contingent of Old World mercenaries now working for the Drathans. Mister Caractacus Fysh, Esq. Tolerated Outlander In Recognized Service to the Foremost Dictator: the representative of the immensely powerful, international, old world financial house of Barrow & White in the Drathan Union. He is working with the Foremost Dictator to modernize the Consanguinity's economy and infrastructure and attract foreign investment and trade. Barrow & White wields immense influence among the elites of the otherwise famously xenophobic Consanguinity, and Fysh is referred to by many in the Old World as the 'King of the Drathans'. Desired Map location: [Southwest corner of southern continent, with the Chee to the north.] Important Locations: Zar Dratha: Capital city, hugely populated trade center near the coast, situated on the Ovos River. Zar Dratha has long outgrown its crumbling walls, with the upper castes living in the Old City, a dense conglomeration of ancient pagodas and towers dominated by the Dictator's Fortress, while the Outworks are a sprawl of clay and plaster dwellings stretching out from the Ovos river in all directions, eventually petering out into rice paddies and fungus beds. Non-Drathans are confined to the city's famous Foreign Quarter, an overcrowded center of the world-wide black market, filled with ex-patriots, exiles and lowlifes from every corner of the Old World. Zar Pellos Zar Aryon Zar Uln: major port city on the isle of Uln, controlled by the powerful Sygo Clan. Zar Uln is the second most populated and the most 'modernized' city in the Consanguinity, with a large foreign presence and Barrow & White factories springing up among its pagodas and clay-brick slums. Outside the metropolis, mining and drilling operations are being set up by Barrow & White personal amid the terrace farms and wayside shrines of the countryside. Palace of the Moon and Stars Cultural Overview: The Consanguinity is composed primarily of Drathans, a sub-species of humanity physiologically altered by its prolonged exposure to the large liquefied elan deposits just beneath the surface of their ancestral lands. Elan, called 'Ichor' by the Drathans, is omnipresent in their society- used in medicine, liquors, and to power various ingenious mechanical devices. The local water supply is heavily contaminated with elan residue, and most non-Drathans find the taste alarming, though they can drink it without harm. Drathans, in contrast to other humans, have dusky, bluish skin of a variety of hues and generally have dark eyes and hair. The products of an ancient culture, they tend to be conservative and highly xenophobic. Drathan religion is a messy combination of folk ancestral worship, astrological veneration of the moon and stars as deities, and sophisticated philosophy and metaphysics translated in various ways into religious parlance. Drathan worship, therefore, is not particularly unified nor consistent, especially given the steep class divides within their society: local shrines to ancestral figures and historical heroes and sages do the country side, while in larger towns and cities elaborate temple-based liturgies to the celestial deities take place for the moneyed castes. At universities, a sophisticated and ancient tradition of speculation is encouraged on the nature of causality, rationality, and the divine. Drathan society is highly stratified, with the vast majority of the population living as serfs cultivating crop paddies, fungus farms, and livestock. The warrior-aristocracy generally occupy castles and fortified estates on their land holdings. The Consanguinity's territories range from arid to tropical, with dense jungles and mangroves along the coast, and local cultures and practices vary across the extensive dominions governed by the Foremost Dictator. Technology Overview: While very few of the richest and most powerful members of the Consanguinity possess some Old World technology, the Dratha as a whole are technologically backwards. While they possess sophisticated [medieval and renaissance era] machinery, building techniques and agricultural methods, they almost totally lack the mass-productive steam-technology that characterizes the Old World. For the most part the conservative Dratha view such innovations with suspicion and hostility. Military Overview: The Consanguinity can call a very large number of soldiers to arms. Unfortunately, those arms mostly consist of spears, swords, crossbows and flintlocks. Centuries of internecine clan warfare and battles with the Chee have made the Drathans into formidable warriors, and the Foremost Dictator commands a sizable professional fighting force permanently under arms. The Foremost Dictator is scrambling to import modern weapons and train his men in their use before the Old World powers descend on his elan-rich nation, but the lack of an industrial base and native hostility to dishonorable innovations makes even most modest modernization efforts difficult. The Dratha have a fairly large navy of cannon-armed junks and galleons, almost totally useless against modern navies.

Sacrilege War (Apocalyptic Grimdark Fantasy)

Well if we could marshal up everyone and a new GM we could try and restart.

I have more time now, so I'll GM it, or a new version of it, if people are interested and I get Serp88's permission. Is anyone in touch with him? I would use the main idea but change the specifics of the setting and the map a bit (eg, shrinking it), both to avoid stealing Serp's ideas and to hopefully change it in ways that will foster continued participation. If we do reboot it, I would rather do a clean reboot w/ everyone redoing/adapting their nations to a slightly different setting. Let me know if anyone would be interested, I'll fire it up.

God, Gatling, and Glory [Steampunk/Imperialism NRP]

Very cool, I'm very interested. Trying to decide whether to play some dysfunctional, reactionary old world power or as a revolutionary in the new world. Will magic/non humans be in the RP?

War of the Seven Suns (Sci Fi Naval RP)

New Class Type: Bahamut-class Mobile City Unofficial Nicknames: Flying Fortress, Bahamut, Moving Castle Description: The Bahamut-class Mobile City, is probably the most obscured class ever developed. It is less of an actual class of ships, and moreso a classification of warships.

@Kimiyosis

Sent you a PM. Not sure the whole concept of the fleet-ship works for this RP. I would prefer folks to stick to single ships and escorts @all: my apologies for taking so long to post. My next post will be the launching of the invasion. The fleet assembled for the task is *huge*. In the mean time, if you havent introduced your character, please do so. If you have, still feel free to write about the prep for the invasion and give your ships stuff to do. No need to check in with me to ask for permission before you make stuff up, but if you do have questions please leave them here, pm me, or find me in the pad or the chat! Be creative in imagining what a pre-invasion force of this type would be doing!

War of the Seven Suns (Sci Fi Naval RP)

Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements. - Mammon, Paradise Lost The Maalik System, in orbit of Cocytus IV, on the bridge of the Imperatrix-class battleship Demiurge... To the Uninitiated, the bridge would have been almost silent. The gentle hum of rebreathing systems, the muffled rustling of a Perfecti's vestments, the occasional groan of ancient metal as it adjusted to changing gravitic stress, these were the only noises a reprobate would hear. To the Initiate, however, to one who'd been Opened to the noosphere, the bridge was a cacophony of sound. The Call to Obeisance rang out loudly along the holy neuro-networks, marking the hour, and commands from Thearchs and Perfecti to the lesser castes zipped along info-cascades in flashes of blue and violet. Mental Castrati filled the neurosphere with hymns to the Immanences, and behind it all, of course, was the constant, low chatter of the Demiurge itself, an endless stream of esoteric wisdom (or nonsense, depending on one's religious persuasion). Very few, even among the Perfecti, could interpret the ship's augurs and counsels, or could truly understand the wishes of the Immanent Divines. Among the elect, only Arius had communed with them as equals. And Arius was gone. Some of the Thearchs and Prognosticators had interpreted the Emperor Arius' physical destruction at Archangel as his ascension to full communion with the universe. Others postulated that the apparent defeat was a clever contrivance, and that he was still alive, preparing in secret for his triumphant return and war against the heathen Valyrians. Magister Kalix thought such speculation foolish, though he was careful to mask his thoughts- as well as the pit of despair growing within him ever since Archangel- from prying minds on the noosphere. He swept down the center aisle of the bridge, black and gold raiment billowing out behind him. The glowing crimson slits of his optical appendages flashed as he approached the Altar, sending out the appropriate security codes and indications of pious submission. *Kalix* the not-quite-a-voice of the Void Hierophant echoed throughout the noosphere as the Magister approached. The Heirophant sat, if that was the word, behind the bridge's central altar, his flesh-body barely visible amid a tangle of wires and data-feeds rising from his Command Throne like twisting branches from some grotesque robotic tree. *Exalted Superior* said Kalix, bowing. *I am familiar with your wishes, Kalix. It was unnecessary for you to bring your flesh-vessel here* *Of course, Exalted One, but my need is urgent. The course we are taking is dangerous* *Unseemliness. Your continued questions are unseemly.* *My prognosticators have corroborated my initial Dissent. Ravenstein will invade Celestine. The current attacks in the Charon Belt are a diversion. You must reinforce the orbital defenses at Celestine, Exalted One. Create a trap for Valyrian arrogance.* *Displeasure is expressed, Kalix. I have taken the Augurs and already communicated the Immanences' wishes on the matter. My fleet shall reinforce the Charon defenses, the Malebrance and escorts will move to Virgilius, where they can reinforce either Celestine or move to support my operations in the Charon Belt.* *This is dividing our forces moste dangerously, Exalted One. Ravenstein has contracted with mercenaries and made allies of xenos. We-* *Your line of query is terminated, Kalix. I will permit no more of this. Celestine is most strongly held and will not fall. I have taken measures to ensure it. Our Anansi sellswords are even now moving to reinforce the garrison fleet. Continue to question me and I shall have you assigned a Penance.* Magister Kalix ceased his data-stream with a bow, turned on his heel, and strode away from the Hierophant's grisly throne. In the dark corners of his mind still closed to the noosphere, he began to plan. ---- The Orbital Fortress Invincible, in orbit of Odros, Valyrian System.... After the Briefing... Unseen, or at least ignored by most, Vice-Admiral Korwitz stalked through the crowd, having had enough of mass of speculation and socialization. He disliked human contact, and the admirality were still too human for his tastes. There were several pressing issues on his mind, and he intended to speak to Ravenstein of them alone, without a flock chattering of halfwits and courtiers buzzing around the room. The Grand Duke had retired to his solar, the count knew, to tinker with plans and play with numbers. His efficiency was in large part why Korwitz held him in such high esteem. Korwitz arrived at the entrance to ducal solar, an ornately carved wooden door guarded by two Gn'Mok centurions. A quick request to see the Duke was all it took for him to gain access; he was a frequent visitor to this office, frequently consulting and advising his liege in matters of strategy. Entering the chamber, he could see the Duke at his desk glancing over a pile of data slates, a pipe hanging from the corner of his mouth, trickling bluish smoke. The room resembled a gentleman's study more than a warlord's office, filled with bookcases, mounted trophies of old hunts, and even a bar cart. Behind the duke, a window offered a magificent view of the planet Odros below them, continents blackened and scarred from invasion and counter-invasion during the Jihad. The site of the Grand Duke's greatest victory, one of the bloodiest battles in Valyrian history. The Vice-Admiral advanced, hearing the heavy doors close behind him. The Grand Duke looked up for a brief moment as he saw Korwitz approach. "My lord," Count Korwitz rasped as he saluted, with the harsh voice one has when their vocal cords are replaced by machinery. "May I have a word? There are some matters I feel I must discuss with you." "Korwitz," said von Ravenstein, plucking the pipe from his mouth. The Grand Duke's green eyes slid over the half-human admiral; his face remained slack and unreadable. "Capturing Celestine conventionally is folly," Korwitz said bluntly, his organic eye staring at his superior, his synthetic whirling furiously around, scanning the room. "Who knows how far the jihadists have indoctrinated its people? If we take this world and leave the inhabitants alive, they will simply be waiting to stab us in the back. I believe that the optimal solution would be to liquidate the native elements from orbit. We have more than enough stock of Agent BE-2335 aboard the Ragnarok for the task, I assure you." Ravenstein snorted. "Not this again," he said, raising his eyes to meet the vice-admiral's chilly glare, "I am not inclined to repeat myself, Korwitz, but let me say this one last time: the issue is not whether you have enough of the godsdamned virus. It's whether I want to kill four billion people outright at the start of this operation. I know such considerations are trivial to you. Do you know for whom they are not? The King. The noisemakers in the Diet. Your direct superior, Rutherford. And most importantly, there are millions of conscripts on that planet that I need to take the rest of the system." von Ravenstein pushed himself to his feet, circled his desk and approached the looming cyborg, who stared silently. "A time may come, Korwitz," the Duke said in his low, flat voice "in the course of this farrago we've been embarked upon, when I will have need of the horrifying weapons you've been-illegally- stocking away on that floating tomb of yours, but I will not allow what will be my greatest triumph, the greatest triumph in the history of Valyrian arms since Ovo's Victory and Peniol- to be marred by your bloody quest for vengeance." Vice-Admiral Korwitzs bionic eye stopped swirling, and focused on Ravenstein. " This soft-heartedness will cost us many lives for centuries to come," he rasped, "but of course... it is your decision to make... efficient or no. However, the presence of xenos in our expedition is not only a vulgar taint in what will be the great crusade of humanity, but it is also irresponsible. These... mercenaries will betray us, I can promise you that. Why wait for the inevitable? The coming battle will be chaotic. Who would question it if, in the mayhem, perhaps some stray shots were to destroy their ships?" The Grand Duke exhaled a twisting cloud of bluish smoke through his nose, which hung around his head like a spectral halo. He walked over the to bar cart and poured himself a Xossan brandy, neat. "You don't drink, do you Korwitz? I don't understand abstainers." The Vice-Admiral glanced at the cup with disdain. "Drinking is addiction, addiction is weakness." He returned his gaze to the Duke, replying chillingly: "And weakness must be purged, wherever it is found." "Korwitz," said Ravenstein in his placid, quiet tones. He spoke like a man commenting on the weather, "If your rage becomes a liability to my operations, I will purge you without blinking. I have sent greater men to the airlock." Ravenstein looked down at his glass and back at the glowering, half-human officer. He took another slow sip. "Half the command staff on this fortress despises you, and the other half are terrified of you. Rutherford, it will interest you to learn if you haven't already, gets a tidy pension from the Office Unspoken to keep tabs on the likes of you and I, and a sprinkling of other ambitious and clever officers of whom His Majesty is frightened. I don't despise you, Korwitz, and I certainly have nothing to fear from you. That makes me the closest thing to a friend I think you're likely to have in this life. You'll notice that I've let you keep your clandestine stockpiles of virus-bombs, and the rather more exotic horrors you have stowed away. If you are ever going to get the vengeance you seek, it will be at my side, not by disrupting my war." "My Lord," Count Korwitz replied in his usual cold, dead voice, "Of course I submit to your, ah ,wisdom. If that's all, I must ensure that the Ragnarok is ready for the invasion. By your leave, sire." [collab w. Vahir]

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

Howdy- I'd be very interested in playing an antagonist. You mentioned that would be allowed in the OP, but I just wanted to check if it'd be cool to propose a villain/antagonist's CS? What's the best way to go about that?