Hexaflexagon

Hex's Repository For Things Lost and Now Found.

Khünbish

Jarl:

Erlend the Kingbreaker

God:

Like all in the savage north the Khünbish hold special reverence to their gods as they come as one of the only solid foundations in the chaotic quagmire that is the north. Though they have always held a special reverence towards Ymir himself proper as theirs has always been a history of bloodshed and battle. This 'bond' of sorts is further strengthen by the legend of the tribe's founding as taught down by the skalds around the campfires to entertain the children. These legends focus on a particular item that the ruling Jarl holds in their possession a great sword kept in a simple leather sheath that they always carry with them. The pommel is black in color and the blade itself while always in battle ready condition is worn and shows signs of age. This blade is known as the World's Tooth and legend has it that Ymir himself gifted it to the founder of the clan and the Great Wolf of Khünbish himself Hávarðr to mark him as one of his chosen warriors.

Because of this particularly strong worship of Ymir, the men and women of Khünbish are some of the fiercest warriors in all of Ethica due to a culture, religion and history revolving strongly around raiding, conquest, bloodshed and generally other things involving crushing the weak beneath their feet. Children began basic martial training at a young age. How it works is generally children born in the same year or so are placed together in what are called bloodpacks. This packs are designed to form cohesive bonds between the children which will generally end up being stronger then family bonds, as your pack becomes your family. Here they are taught the ways of warriors and to uphold the values that Ymir places upon them, basically strength and honor are key. In this way they also weed out those unfit for battle to work as supplementary forces at home supporting the raiding efforts.

One of the odder social customs of the Khünbish are their ceremonial executions. Half of Khünbish prisoners in raids and battle will end up being used as slaves, the other half will in a ceremony conducted by a Khünbish shaman have their throats slit and their blood collected in large ceremonial urns. These urns are then brought to the highest hill or peak in the surrounding area and cast in a large fire. As they serve as an offering to Ymir to placate and please him. While those in the south would considered savage barbarism in Khünbish eyes it is in many ways an honor to those that the execution is bestowed upon. Because while their fellows will usually die from being overworked slaves, they are killed by the blade and their blood is burned meaning that they will rise directly into the skies towards Ymir allowing them to be judged by the Storm God almost immediately.

Clan and Kin:

Close Family
Erlend the Kingbreaker, age 55: Erlend is a massive man even for those among the nordheim. His frame is tall and stout the muscular figure of his youth having slowly been shed away and replaced with a layer of fat and yet even still he is capable of great feats of strength and his surprising amounts of dexterity for a man of his size being able to swing the World's Tooth with precision and skill. Hair and beard of gray with falls long, wild and knotted. In his old age Erlend has calmed from the battle hardy warrior of his youth and spends most of his days at home dealing with domestic affairs leaving the raiding to those young and eager to prove themselves in battle. Despite that if the Khünbish ever truly want to war, Erlend would be the man in front leading the charge. As a proud seasoned warrior who understands the needs of a bloodthirsty people, he is well loved and respected by those that fall under his domain.

Vala the Merciful, age 45: Erlend's Wife and a warrior of great skill in her youth. She actually came from another tribe of slightly smaller size than that of the Khünbish and the two were married young when Vala herself was only fifteen to consolidate the lands and help secure Erlend's rule having just been made Jarl of the Khünbish a year earlier impressing the peoples with his skill and the great amounts of prizes he brought back from the South while raiding.

Lasse Erlendson, age 29: The couples eldest son and yet not the one most favored to succeed his father. That is because from a young age Lasse had strange dreams and visions being plagued by 'demons' in his sleep. Taking this a sign that he was touched by the gods, Lasse went down the path of a Shaman. Lasse is what those in the south may describe as ruggedly handsome with windswept blonde hair, closely trimmed beard and gray eyes that color of approaching storm clouds.

Trine Erlenddotter, age 26: Trine the eldest daughter and second oldest child is the most likely out of any of Erlend's children to succeeded him. A warrior from a young age her path of greatness started when even as she was the smallest of the children she manged to become leader of her bloodpack in the normal fashion, a no weapons fisticuffs brawl where the last one standing gets to be in charge. After that she's proven herself a proud a strong and steadfast warrior leading many successful raids and bringing glory to her own name. Because of her skill in combat and the belief that if she became ruler that she would adhere to the old ways of blood and battle she is a favorite candidate to take her father's place. She is beautiful if a bit rugged with long blonde hair kept in a single braid and the characteristic stormy gray eyes of her family.

Egil Erlendson, age 22: In every family there is the disappointment, the odd one. Egil is that case. Egil is not a strong warrior like his sister or has any particular repertoire with the gods like his brother. Egil is a thin and willowy young man who looks like a strong breeze could blow him over. More importantly Egil likes books and reading, something that is well not usually looked well upon by those in the North. He had one of the slaves captured during the raids teach him, a monk from the South and ever since he devours books that his sister and uncle bring back from the raids especially for him, despite his father's protests that no son of his is going to spend his days reading. But having a son versed in history and knowledgeable of the politics of the South may be useful one day.

Airi Erlenddotter, age 13: The youngest child of Erlend. A girl who is proving to be a very skillful sailor and at home at the seas. She is the precious little gem of the Jarl's life and her overwhelmingly positive attitude about things is a well deserved changed from the generally stern and bitter personalities that the Jarl has to deal with in the North.

Arls
Arnleygur the Shipmaster, age 46: Vala's older borther and a close friend to Erlend. He and Vala home tribe were master sailors who dominated the seas and raiding sea routes in the South. A skill that the tribe now uses as part of the Khünbish. Arnleygur is the principal in charge of the tribes raiding fleet and so more generally the raids themselves. He organizes them and makes sure that all the logistics check out. He's taken Airi under his wing of late noticing the girls aptitude at handling seafaring craft.

Atsur the Fox, age 32: Atsur is the other arl and another close friend of Erlend. A man with great skill with throwing axes and a shrewd mind. He's currently sort of watching over/ tutoring Egil teaching him how the mind can be just as an effective weapon as the sword.

Sauneq, age ?: While techinally not an Arl, Sauneq is the head shamanness for the Khünbish people and acts as their direct line of communication with the gods. Because of this she holds about the same amount of prestige and power as the two Arls maybe even more so because of her duty as the spiritual leader.

Thanes and Housecarls
WIP
Brunkil the Red, age 30: Erlend's housecarl, a quiet and monolithic warrior most notable for his hair which is bright red in color. Rumored to have a sexual relationship with Trine.

Tribe Bio:
The Khünbish are a storied people who have been plaguing the south since history had been recorded. They trace their heritage back to Hávarðr the Great Wolf, a warrior who was the last remnants of a once powerful clan. His clan was defeated in battle and he was taken as a slave by the rival clan. Hávarðr proved his worth as a slave and eventually was freed from his bondage to become a true warrior. Eventually becoming the housecarl to the Jarl that had once slaughtered his own people. The old Jarl passed away and Hávarðr took control of the tribe after receiving the World's Tooth from Ymir and using it to slay a great leviathan to prove his skill and worth in battle. Hávarðr then lead his tribe on a campaign of expansion taking over many of the surrounding tribes in the area and swallowing them into his own people. These tribes would eventually form a new people group all together collectively known as the Khünbish. The name which was the result of a mistranslation by a southern explore stuck and the Khünbish people were born.

The Khünbish have always been a militaristic culture one that was at home with raiding and warfare, only fitting for a clan founded in blood and battle. Most of these battles and wars were small affairs as they assimilated smaller neighboring tribes into their fold. The Khünbish identity being a conglomeration of all these small tribes that ahd fallen under a larger banner. Though the Khünbish are known through the south for a more particular reason, a odd sort of historical phenomenon know as the Khünbish Expansion or Khünbish Bubble. This refers to a cycle which can be traced since their founding. The general premise is that every two hundred or so odd years once their armies have built back up, their lands reconquered and their people ready for another bloodbath, the Khünbish will push down into the south very rapidly and very aggressively. In this attacks Khünbish raiding parties push far into the southern core burning and destroying everything in their path. Even so these attacks are considered nothing more than really minor threats to the southern kingdoms as while the Khünbish are very good at carving paths and killing, they are very bad at holding lands and generally don't conquer land as much as they destroy it meaning that pushing them back is usually a relatively easy affair once you can hunt down all the war bands.

Khünbish history besides that of Hávarðr and the first five rulers that came after him and those periods during the Expansions (as recorded by Southern scholars with the general biases that come from such things) is generally a murky thing. What little can be gone on is retold generally by skalds who have a habit of bending history to make the better story. What can be gathered is not much of the history remained the same throughout, they are if nothing else a very predictable people following the same cycles of raiding and civil war to a point. The characters may change and their motives and stories will different but the generally themes will remain. It's the same old story of bloodshed, honor and glory and usually ends up with a lot of people dead for some reason or another.

Though Elrend himself is an interesting case in that he's predecessors as Jarl was none other than his own father, Aurvangr. Aurvangr was a peculiar man if nothing else steadfast in his beliefs and yet opened minded to new ideas which he could use to better his people. During his reign the raids on the South subsided substantially with attacks still occurring but not on the almost ever present bases that they once where. Instead Aurvangr tried his best to focus on more domestic problems trying to focus on promoting fishing and agriculture. Because of this Aurvangr was not the most popular ruler in the world and had to keep usurpers from taking his position as Jarl almost constantly though in that regard Aurvangr was always a strong warrior and was able to easily best them. But eventually the pressure became too great and Aurvangr was killed at a feast being held in his honor, poisoned with bad mead and then stabbed to death. Thus at the age of eighteen Erlend was thrown headfirst into a war of succession.

Elrend himself was a strong and capable warrior with many allies in the younger generation and among his father's closest confident but many others older and stronger thought that they could rule the clan better and so a grand little civil war of sorts began. The war itself lasted six years before Elrend had finally finished mopping out those opposed against him. Many died and the Khünbish were weakened. Enemies were all about them in the North and so Elrend began to quickly consolidate his power as Jarl: marrying into Arnleygur and Vala's clan to bring their raiders into his fold, and revoking many of his own father's reforms to bring back public trust, moral and opinion. Eventually he found stability and a sense of normalcy.

The population has been rebounding and the armies getting stronger. It's been a little over two hundred years since the last expansion. Elrend's armies are hungry for war and they see a South fractured and easy for the taking. Elrend does not just want glory and honor for himself, he worries for his children those that will come after him. He wants their positions in life secured and if they helped him successfully ravage the South? His family could be Jarls for generations past him. Maybe even High Kings one day.

Military:

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

I have a sneaking suspicion that you're not going to have to worry about anybody calling you out on your sloppy Russian, Hex.

Just call it a hunch.

@Morden Man

You never know man. I've learned to never underestimates dudes on the internet when it comes to their knowledgeable of seemingly unimportant things. Such as the proper grammatical structure of Slavic languages.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

And while it took longer than expected. (getting pretty damn ill sucks), the post is now up with all of its intrigue and stuff. My Russian is fairly rusty so it's probably going to be sloppy at best.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

There was a soft click as the backdoor to the estate on the east end of Long Island was picked open. No alarms or cameras would pick up the intrusion of the scoundrel. They had been disabled three minutes before, five more minutes until security truly started to suspect something. It had been almost too easier, she had picked the day when the gardening staff had been let out early and the patrols themselves were light. The guards were too busy watching the latest super heroic antics on the news. Of course they would. The chaos and depravity of the outside world seemed so far away from their current local with it’s perfectly manicured lawns fenced in by large gates fitted with the latest security tech available on the private market. It was enough to deter any normal thief or vandal. Of course Natasha Romanova was no mere thief.

Stepping through the threshold and into the house proper her feet made barely a noise as they step along the smooth marble of a contemporary kitchen. It was a simple affair with a large refrigerator with an electric oven built into the countertop. The cabinets hung were long and rectangular and took up much of the space in the upper portions of the room. The kitchen table was large and looked like it could fit several individuals at it but on closer inspection one would realize that only one individual sat at the table. The location at the head of the table where the window would provide the best reading light only marked by the permanent circular mark of a hot coffee mug used over the years. Natasha moved quickly moving towards the edge of the wall by the large rectangular opening that lead into the hallway. Pressing her body against the wall she closed her eyes and continued down from thirty, heart beating at a steady rhythm.

At thirty exactly the guard the patrolled this section of the house came rounding the corner and passed the entrance to kitchen. At the same time Natasha twisted her body around the corner and grabbed the man’s head and with strength unnatural to a woman her size pulled the man backwards with a hand clamped over his mouth. Seconds later she smashed his head against the kitchen wall hard. Shout muffled by her hands she smashed his hand against the wall again, and then once more as he eyes rolled into the back of his head. Gingerly she brought him to the floor. She looked at the indent in the wall that she had made with the man’s head peering into the blood as she listened intently. No sounds followed, not the rushing of footsteps of somebody coming to investigate. She silently thanked that the house was built prior war, back when men used to build things to last and made walls thick enough to dampen the noise. She quickly took the ID card off of the body before she made her way into the hallway and turned right.

She moved past many rooms: a workout room, some kind of office, a spare bedroom, bathroom, among others as she continued down the hall. The hallway itself was sparse, painted off white in color and with solid wooden floors that ever so slightly flexed beneath gentle footfalls. Paintings and pictures adorned the walls, the paintings were valuable most dating from the baroque or further back. The pictures were all of one man, wide and muscular with a big smile and vaguely eastern european features and they showed the man all across the world somewhere in black and white, others in color. No pictures of children or women, just the man growing steadily older throughout. She came to the end of the hallway and pulled to the right as she remembered the map that she had memorized. She came into a large space with towering windows twice her own height. To one side there was a grand piano and a staircase leading to the upper level and to other a fireplace and above it a large TV in which the news was blasting, two guards sat beneath it on the couch watching the antics of Superman and members of the Justice League. It was always a media circus wherever they went. Natasha hated it, it’s why she preferred missions like this where she could be alone, where she could thrive.

She moved quickly in a half crouch towards the couch and produced two knives from her belt. She couldn't just leave them, Ivan’s voice still spoke to her in her head low, gravely and smelling of Vodka. Leave no witnesses little one. They never heard her approach, they would of had enough trouble if they were actually paying attention but they were far too engrossed on the helicopter footage on the large screen in front of them. Natasha rose and with a swift movement of her hands drove both the knives into the guards, one in each neck. She held her hands there as their own hands came up to grasp at hers, gurgling past blood and metal as they tried to say something. She counted to three and the two slowly slumped over and she withdrew the blades and stored them before moving on leaving the two where they were slumped over one another coating the couch in their blood.

She moved quickly past the piano and upstair case to the upper level. She passed more paintings and more portraits as she stopped just shy of rounding another corner ahead of her. She listened and she heard it, the soft breathing of the one guard that was guarding the door to the target’s study. He was there twelve hours a day and promptly at 12 the shifts would change for the next to stand and watch. She took out the ID card that she had snatched from the first guard and with a flick of the wrist she threw it around the corner and into the hallway. Natasha heard the grunt of surprise, she waited and then heard the sounds of footsteps getting closer. She reached down and produced one of her pistols and waited. The wood floor creaked harder as the man knelt down on one knee to examine the card. She took her chance.

The guard looked up and barely had time to let out a gasp as he saw the figure slide out from the corner with a silenced AMT Longslide pointed at his head. Natasha finger pressed against the trigger there was muffled bang and the man’s head rocketed backwards as a .45 ACP round smashed into his forehead. Blood splattered against the nearby wall and floor and the guard dropped the ground. Holstering the pistol Natasha gingerly stepped over the body and moved down the hallway and opened the door to the study.

The study itself was more like a tiny library than anything else with large shelves of books reaching upwards to a ceiling. She made her way past glass cases filled with memorabilia some was more recognizable than others such as gold bars etched with the swastika. Others were less recognizable parchments and pieces of paper, some looked like diplomas or other official documents some in english others in cyrillic. One even had a picture of the man in portraits arm in arm with Stalin smiling medals adorning his chest and the hammer and sickle flying in the background. She finally came around the corner and into the central area of the study, a fireplace going in the corner and a chair sitting in front of a bear skin rug. In a chair a man sat watching the fire. As Natasha approached he spoke and she froze.

“Это уместно, что они послали одного из вас.” The man spoke fluent russian in a fading voice as he stood up with great difficulty to turn and face his killer. He was far flung from the man that had once clasped Stalin arm in arm. His strong physique had faded and crumbled appearing as if a strong breeze would blow him over. Black hair had long started its dispersion left only with remnants around the edges of his head, like some sort of monk.

“Ты предал нас. Вы предали свою страну.” Natasha spoke back her voice cold and emotionless as she drew her gun and trained it on the man.

“Что я предал? Мертвый идеал? Мертвый видение? Это время давно прошло.” The man spoke his voice filled with a surprising amount of conviction as he took a few painstakingly slows steps towards Natasha.

“Это не освобождает вас от ваших преступлений.” Natasha responded gun still trained on his chest.

“Даже в этом случае, почему вы убили за давно умерших призраков?” The man asked taking one step closer.

“Потому что я не забыл, что у вас есть врач.” Her finger snaked around the trigger of the pistol.

“Вы можете быть гораздо больше, чем мстительный призрак ребенка.” The man responded with another step closer his chest now pressing against the barrel of the gun. His hands clasped Natasha on the shoulder as he own unwavering eyes peered at her.

“Нет, я не могу.” Natasha pulled the trigger on the gun and she felt the man’s grip on her shoulders tighten only for a few moments later them to slip away as he dropped to the ground. Natasha looked down at the body and sighed. It used to be hard, she used to feel something. These days she didn’t feel much of anything anymore. It should've bothered her and yet she found solace in the cold emptiness. It made things easier. Walking towards the fireplace she opened the protective grate covering it and let the embers leak. They soon caught on the rug and the numerous scattered about and a dozen small flames began to steadily grow in the study. Walking over to the corpse she put one bullet in the back of his head just to make sure and then she slipped out the door and out of the house.

As she made it over the fence that separated the house from the outside world she looked back at the burning building. The guards had come rushing as soon as they saw the smoke and she could hear the sounds of sirens in the distance. They wouldn't come in time of course. And even if by some miracle they did all the evidence of her appearance would of been burned away. She slipped off of the main road and made her back to her car which she had hidden away. As the car door opened automatically unlocking when it read her fingerprints touching the handle she looked back towards the direction of the house, the smoke still rising in the distance a deep black even against the night sky. She then sat inside and there was a soft click as the car door locked behind her.

Chase the Night

@Mifuyne
As long as your posts do not go back to back you can post before I post. Really my only stipulation is does the post add anything rather than just act as pointless filler if the answer is the prior rather than the latter your good as gold.

@Atrophy@NuttsnBolts@Kingfisher@Didgeridont@Blue Demon@Traitor@shivershiver
Anyway I have to apologize again. I came down with something rather nasty, and I've been unable to do much in terms of anything really let alone try and get a sickness addled brain to come up with words. But I'm getting on the better side of things, so expect that post I promised soon.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

I always hated ground ops Trapp thought, a little too personal for my tastes. He reached down and prayed the rifle from the hands of one of the soldiers that Maki had killed with brutal efficiency. It was a standard coalition model, select fire, 5.56 with a twenty round mag. It certainly wasn't going to blow anyone away in amazement but it got the job done. There was a time at the academy when he could of stripped one of these bare blindfolded, but that was years ago and before his hands hands started shaking.

“Normally I’m encouraged to be strongly reprehend fraternization among the ranks. But if we make it out of here alive, and you keep on doing that to any of the guards we run across you can do whatever you want with the Captain.... but please don’t tell her I give you permission to do that, I’d rather not have to peel potatoes for the next six months.” Trapp responded to Maki though as he did he took one step away from her and her psychotic grin as he continued rummaging about the guards body. As he stripped the guard for the rest of his ammo and supplies, he also took a handset which was connected to a small pack that clipped to the guard’s waist. Trapp examined it for a moment before he clipped it to his own pants and put the headset on. Reaching down with a flick of his fingers he turned the pack on and he could hear the device hum to life.

Moments later he was assaulted with sounds of activity on the other end. Voices began chiming in each and every way as squadron commanders rallied back troop locations back to Command as they secured the compound for the incoming UEE assault that was to come very shortly. His face scrunched up in an odd contortion of pain as he grinded his molars against one another as he focused on the noise acclimating to it. Rather quickly as he was accustomed to these sort of things he was able to start backing up different voices and assigning them to different units and locations given him a somewhat okay idea of at least the locations where the enemy was most heavily concentrated. Then the box beeped as a call was coming in on another line, fumbling for a moment with the buttons he found the right one and switched over.

“Two-Two-Four, repeat Two-Two-Four do you read?” Trapp recognized the voice coming over the line, it was the same voice that was on the Speaker a moment ago. He looked towards the man that Maki had killed, similar height and age to him if a bit more on the muscular side of things. Only really having their death screams to go on, Trapp took a shot in the dark and dropped his own voice a little as he spoke.

“Two-Two-Four reporting in.” Trapp spoke into the headset looking at Maki and Alice who were giving him strange looks as he pointed towards the headset.

“Oh there you are. Thought we lost you there for a second. You secure those prisoners yet?” The voice asked sounding slightly relieved probably in the chaos not reeling paying attention to the fact that the voice she knew sounded somewhat different with tones of a earthward accent.

“Roger that. Bringing them in right?” Trapp asked as he tried his best to kept his words as vague as possible to not say something that was outright wrong.

“Yeah we’ll try and get em out for transit once we finish getting the scientists secured. There being a pain in the ass worrying about the Yggdrasil more than they are worrying about themselves.” The voice responded sounded annoyed and exasperated as if she had been dealing with frantic angry scientist for far too long. Trapp almost felt sympathy for her he knew how tightly wound the UEE techies could be and he could only imagine that the Coalition ones were even worse.

“Roger that Two-Two-Four out.” Trapp responded and switched the headset back to the other channel. The Yggdrasil probably some sort of Coalition project of sorts being tested at the base. Judging from the ship that had managed to drag them out of hyperspace with a interstellar harpoon gun, Jehan most of been some sort of Coalition research planet of some sort. Maybe this Yggdrasil was worth looking into if the scientists wanted to protect it that bad. That or from his luck it was probably going to be some sort of agriculture device that raises crop productivity.

But there was one way to find out. The data center that Alice was talking about, if they could just get there well one of those computers could probably tell him what was what. And if it was on the way, well they might as well not make this whole endeavor a useless one. Coalition documents from a secure research facility could provide a valuable asset for the UEE. Maybe it would be enough to have Ardin not flay him alive as soon as he stepped back onboard the Lincoln wishful thinking really.

“Well Alice.... If you and your fancy UEE top secret technology can break into their systems in about ten minutes or so I think Maki and I can hold off any unsuspecting guards that might come our way. Isn't that right Ms. Nishizumi?” Not waiting for the sarcastic quip that was sure to follow he continued. “But before we worry about that we have to get out of the prison, and that elevators our only way through. So let's go.”

Without waiting for conformation he pushed on ahead towards the right and pressed the singular up button.There was a click and a minuet or so later a melodic ding. As the doors opened, Trapp trained the assault rifle on the door and waited. Two fresh looking grunts - one male and the other female looked at the trio in shock but before they could train their own weapons on them there was a large shock of sound followed by another as Trapp trained to shoot first and asked question later almost on instinct put a three round burst into each of them dropping them to the ground quickly.

He tried his best to not think about the mothers who would be crying later when they found out about their children or how young the two of them looked probably barely over eighteen years. It was harder not when you weren't separated by the void of space and the thick metal plating of your MAS, but Trapp was still able to do it. Stepping inside he turned back to the other two as he flipped the safety back on the rifle.

“Going up.”

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Alright then got one post up. Should get the other one up laterish. I'm in the process of reworking it at the moment to adjust for other IC events and such.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Nova Corps Jurisdicted Planet # 25643-32 aka Kray
Andromeda Galaxy

The army crept forward like a terrible stain across the horizon.

Thanos, the mad titan stood motionless upon the walls of the capital he and his forces had taken hours before. Now these insignificant worms whom he had beaten back one before now came to try and wrest his prize from his hands. His large monstrous hands clutched the parapet, the conglomeration of stone and steel was coated in blood and ash. It wasn't the burnt lifeless ash that was seen in a dying fire; this was a deeper ash, harsher and heavy. The product of a laser cannon upon living flesh. It felt reassuring underneath the Titan’s hands, he was at home with carnage and bloodshed and it’s by products. It was familiar to him.

He felt the soft glow of a deep red sun piercing into his eyes and illuminating his grey skin, but he ignored it. The sun itself was hanging in the distance close to setting. It cast the army that had come to take Thano’s prize from him. A prize which in the grand scheme was worth little, certainly not the blood that the Titan was willing to pay to secure it. Kray was little more than a backwater mining colony whose only claim to fame was a few rich mineral deposits near the poles. Now it had become one in many of the war torn battlefields that marked the savage path of Thanos’ conquest across the Galaxy. Thousands dead on an insignificant rock of gray, all because it needed to be his.

"Have our scouts reported back their numbers?" Thanos asked his voice a low grumble that still managed to cut threw the noise of his own army massing below.

"Sixty thousands with a supplemental regiment of thirty members of the Nova Corps." Nebula said, she leaned against the fortifications with the same blaisse look about her that she always seemed to have, lithe frame juxtaposed against the giant mass that was Thanos.

"Sixty thousands...." Thanos muttered to himself as he peered at the armies ever slow approach. He only mustered an army half their size despite press ganging and forced recruitment on the path to Kray. It was almost unfair for the faithful defenders of Kray they would not much larger numbers to defeat his armies. Even with the wretched whelps of the Nova corps most of the army that was opposing them was more or less a civilian militia, the remnants of Kray that remained unmolested by his army. “Is the artillery back in working order?”

"We managed to salvage three of the six pieces that were destroyed in the raid. Our tortures still haven't gotten any information out of the spy we captured." Nebula replied with a taste of bitterness. She was in command when the raid occurred, it was her failure. Her broken ribs still screamed from Thanos’ fist when he found out.
“Is the one known as Richard Rider among them?” Thanos asked with the same tone that one asked the exterminator when they were wondering if the rat problem had been dealt with.

"Not that we can tell. The telltale signs of his handiwork are not present." Nebula said quietly.

"Hmph disappointing. At least then I might of had an inkling of a proper fight." Thanos replied and for the most part it was true. Richard Rider of the Nova Corps had become one of his largest enemies in this latest stretch of the campaign. He had lead many a rallying fight against Thanos forces, which well not pushing the Titan’s force back had lost him more men then was to be expected. His heroics were unpredictable and almost a breath of fresh air for Thanos. He was another denizen of the planet known as Earth.

Earth. The little blue marble light years away from the current conflict had been taking up much of Thanos’ mind as of late. When he had secured Titan all those years ago he should of taken Earth as well even as if it was just a jungle full of insignificant monkeys having just discovered fire at the time. But he had let it fester and grow as he dealt with bigger problems and know it seemed like it was coming back to haunt him. It produced warriors of the like of Rider and of the mysterious superman that his spies tell him such of. It needed to be dealt with soon enough before the problem escalated beyond what it already was.

"Has Gamora returned from her venture?" Thanos asked eyes still not leaving the horizon as the army drew closer still.

Nebula nodded though her eyes tightened at the mention of her ‘sister’. "She returned just before the squabble started to advance on us. Her mission was a success. One of their leaders lay dead from poison and untrust now brews among their ranks."

"Good. I want you to go help her prep the ships to leave once I’m finished with this squabble. She’s been distant as of late, and I would like to prevent any.....unfortunate circumstances from arising." Thanos spoke though his voice was noticeably colder at the end. unfortunate circumstances usually meant executions for those that had failed him.

"How long?" Nebula asked though she already knew the answer in her mind.

"Soon enough. I tire of this world."

And with that Thanos pressed down against the parapet with his forearms as his legs tensed. Then with a sudden burst of energy he flew upwards into the sky propelling himself into the air. He came to the ground seconds later landing amongst his own troops taking a hundred foot fall like it was nothing, the ground quaking underneath his heavy feet.

Upon his landing his own army amassing outside the walls grew silent. The idle chatter of preparations and voices died down as all fell to attention almost immediately. All eyes turned to watch Thanos who towered over them all progress from the back to the front, cutting a path down the center like Moses parting the Red Sea. It was a strange sight seeing a mass of vagabonds, killers for hire and criminals - some of the worst in the galaxy for that matter all silenced with something of an aura of respect. To them Thanos was their savior, he had liberated them from their prisoners and daily lives, he was the one that promised a new order in which the strong would dominate over the weak, and he was the force of vengeance that brought death upon all those that ran against them. To walk with Thanos was to walk on the side of victory.

As he approached the front of his army he turned around to speak to them. His voiced boomed across the open air filling it with the sounds of conviction. The words were simple but simple was all he needed.

"V I C T O R Y O R D E A T H !"

And as he let his voice rang out the words seemed to hang in the air for a moment before silence enveloped the armies. Then one of the criminals in the front with a scarred head and a bulging right eye started to chant the words back. Victory or death, victory or death. The men next to him began chanting it and soon it spread across his entire army thousands voices chanting back in him in unison. It almost made him smile.

Turning around he march his army forward towards the enemy chanting all the way and soon the two armies met each other in the middle of the great rocky plain outside of the city. They halted some two hundred feet from one another and Thanos held his hand high as he observed the enemy force. Thier eyes were filled with conviction but their hands trembled in fear. Thanos smiled. In a slow movement he brought his hand down as he charged the enemy line.

"A D V A N C E !"

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

T H A N O S

_{“There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds”}

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| IDENTITY: |

The Mad Titan, Master, Masterlord, Overmaster, All-Father, Thanos

| ALIGNMENT: |

Neutral Evil

| AFFILIATION: |

The one where everyone dies

| HISTORY: |

There are villains and heroes in the universe, avatars of good and evil, law and chaos, liberty and oppression. They fight in not just battles of physical prowess but representative of these ideals themselves. And then there are other things, forces that move beyond normal compheresion, forces that considered the lives of men to be as insignificant as grains of sand. There are heroes, there are villains, and then there is Thanos.

Thaons was born on the moon of Titan to Scientist and statesmen A'Lars as one of the Eternals. Much like the Kryptoians these seemingly human beings where actually far from it in there case they where the product of an ancient and powerful race simply as the Celestials who were responsible for many key genetic divergence in humanity and to those that know of their existence it is hypothesized that they are the reason for the appearnce of 'superpowers' on Earth. Born with skin of ash and the body of a Giant, Thaons was always different form the other Titans. Because of these oddities about him the other children began to avoid him and thus a long life of isolation began for the Titan.

Despite this fact Thanos had a brilliant mind for schooling. He seemed to learn at an accelerated right even among his Eternal peers and took to learning everything he could about the world. While his success only made others continue to make fun of him and look down upon him, he continued and his teachers and tutors encouraged him forward. It was in his personal studies that he became fascinated with the idea of Death and what lies beyond it. A fascination which would turn into a deep affection later in life when he met the Endless that was one of many personification of Death in the Universe, the pale black haired woman who he would send thousands of souls to in an ill fated attempt to gain her affection.

As Thanos grew he grew tired of those that considered him to be a freak and worked to channel his power. Through us of bionic implants and hours open end of mediation and training the titian was able to master the powers that the Celestials had given the Eternals and became the strongest of their kind if not one of the strongest creatures in the known universe. With these new found power he sought the respect that he believed he had earned through might. But as it turned out those that once scorened him now called him a monster and feared him. He find no respect and he find no power among his people. Unless he took it.

Disgruntled, tired and filled with unbridled rage and after a failed attempt on A'Lars part to talk him down he stole a ship and fled to the outreaches of the galaxy. It was here that Thanos had found a place that respected his skill. After liberating the prisoners held by the Nova Corps, Thanos started to make a name for himself as a leader and a warlord. Cutthroats and savages flocked to the Titan's banner and soon the man had a fleet and army to his name. With this force and his own immense power he lead them back to the moon of Titan where he proceeded to wage genocidal war against his own people. After two weeks of nuclear bombardment, he personally lead his ground troops crushing any resistance that the Eternals put up and soon named himself Lord of Titan. Some Eternals where able to flee across the cosomos like his own father A'lars and some would join Thanos ranks as his lieutenants and generals but many more would die under the hand of their scorned son.

But like all with power, Thanos soon desired more and his fleet of criminals where bloodthirsty and ready for more. So he turned his forces out into the greater galaxy, they raided planets and killed many who resited their role though some proved successful such as the powerful ruler of Apokolips Darkseid, who manged to resit Thanos army and thus was spared from the Mad Titan's worth do to his skill in battle. But this wave of terror was far from the reaches of the men and women of earth with only members of the greater galaxy and peacekeepers such as the Nova Corps and the Green Lanterns were aware of the threat and even with some attempts to stop the Titan his path of warfare and vengence continued. He would rule it all. All would realize Thanos was all powerful.

Thanos's path of bloodshed continues across the greater galaxy and his war never seems to stop. Though recent events have begun to catch the eye of the Titan. One was in the borders of those that were forced into submission of the Mad God where whispers of a force known as the Dominators beings with great scientific power whom the Titan consider to be cowards to hide behind technology. But ever still this encroaching force has begun to put heads with Thanos's forces and war has begun to brew.

And beyond that closer to his capital and home world of Titan is the little blue speck know as Earth. Thanos never considered it more than a distraction for apes. He put no thought into the world, for they where weak and he could crush them with a flick of his finger if he wished. But his spies tell him something new, reports of a new batch of humans. Humans with special abilities and skills that made them great warriors. Names like Superman, the Hulk, among others. Fighters of great skill and strength. He would need to test those rumors eventually, to put their merit in battle to a test. A test of blood and death. Thanos would have to come to this planet known as Earth. And he would have to kill them all.

| SUPPORTING CAST: |

Thanos does not have allies. There are only those who are dead and those soon to be dead. But some of these useless meatsacks of note are.

The Green Latern Corps:
Thanos' armies and many different members of the Green Lantern Corps have clashed due to Thanos's campaigns of death and destruction. Though few of the Corps have actually ever seen the man himself only his armies and those that fight in his name. It's probably better for them that they never did.

The Nova Corps:
Like the Green Latern Corps, the Nova Corps had also had encounters with Thanos and his forces of destruction. They are usually on the losing side of bitter and long fighting as they fight against a monster who's men care little for death and will throw thousands against defenses and fortifications to kill those laying behind them. Though among them one Richard Rider holds a surprising amount of courage and ability managing to even beat back the Titan's forces at times.

Alien Alliance:
The conglomeration of far spread Alien Races lead by the Dominators that wish to take control of the Galaxy and divide it among themselves. Thanos of course will have none of this, as he is the true ruler of all that lives and will crush all those that try and oppose that rule. Thus a war is brewing between the Alience and Thanos.

Drax the Destroyer:
A mysterious and blood thirsty warrior out to kill Thanos for revenge. He has not succeeded as of yet.

The Superman:
Thanos' spies speak of this last son of Krypton, one of the most powerful beings all of the universe. Thanos seeks to test these claims.

Gamora and Nebula:
Adopted daughters of the Thanos they serve as his war maidens and assassins. There loyalty is unwavering or so the Mad Titan believes.

Death
One of the many personification of Death in the Universe and a member of the Endless. Having falling for her beauty and her compassion towards even a creature such as himself. He has tried to earn her favor through killing many and sending their souls her way. It's kind of a one sided thing really.
Earth
An insignificant blue marble. It will be crushed underneath his boot in time.

| DIFFERENCE FROM SOURCE MATERIAL: |

Death, destroyer, conquer, madman, world breaker, hero smasher. There are many names and titles that can be given to Thanos many of which are not undeserved. I would draw this version of him more akin to someone in History like Napoleon, Genghis Khan, or Attila the Hun a ruler that rules through military prowess and ability rather than cheap gimmicks or whispers of an ancient time. Because of this Thanos will care a lot less about those fancy little Infinity Stones than some of his other incarnations. I'm aiming to show him with more depth as a character as he fights his own war against like everyone in Space xD and I also wish to use him as looming threat for our heroes. A sign of sorts that there are more troubling things in the universe for them to deal with than their own arguments of politics. Because when he comes knocking, well bad things tend to follow.

| REFERENCES: |

_{Matryoshka
The God Damn Superman
Constantine}

Chase the Night

@Mifuyne

Okay time for a review nice and quick for you. Everything looks.... good! Fury is accepted!~ Once again sorry for the wait.

@Didgeridont
That's fine take your time we are in no significant rush here our at least I'm not. I understand when life get's in the way and such.

To everyone:
I'm going to try to get another post up to push combat along probably tomorrow or the next day. If you can't get a post up before then do not worry, combat posts are kind of easy to jump into so you will have no real problem keeping up. Since they are generally shorter deals.