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In geometry, flexagons are flat models, usually constructed by folding strips of paper, that can be flexed or folded in certain ways to reveal faces besides the two that were originally on the back and front.
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This is a pleasant surprise. I'll start to get to work on the OOC after work today but feel free to ask any of your burning questions before hand.
S T A R S O N G
B L O O D S T A I N E D S T A R S
"It all goes back and back, to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance on in our steads."
The chronicle of humanity's history among the heavens is a long and storied one stretching for over two millennia. It is not a simple tale or one of great virtue but one of bloodshed violence. From the early days of the great fighting by the earliest colonialist for land and resources to the bloody House Wars, humans have rarely been at peace in the great void. Each has suffered his own burdens and trials and had his fair share of triumph and tragedy in equal parts. Every man and woman fighting, struggling and grasping at there place in the stars. It is a grand composition made of many players and many parts all blending and fusing atop one another to create a grand arrangement a Starsong.
The earliest histories date back to when humanity was still bound to the cradle of blue and green that had birthed us long ago. The date was July 21st 1969 when the ones known as Armstrong and Aldrin set foot upon the surface of Luna. It was during this great and historic exhibition that Armstrong and Aldrin found remnants of an old observation post left behind by a long dead race called the Kroth. Using the technology found within the Kroth observation post allowed for the people of Earth to discover the existence of what we now know of as refined Sifirium a rare element which when a supercharge current is run through it produces a dark energy fluctuation or bubble in space-time allowing for negative masses to be achieved for as long as you have Sifirium to fuel the reaction. (This feat allowing for Faster Than Light Travel along slight modifications of what we know as the Alcubierre metric without some of the more nasty effects of time dilation.) Advancing science forward in mere years what decades might have taken and soon fueled by the discovery of Sifirum and FTL humanity rushed ever onward into the stars with the first inner system ships launching during the 80s and the first outer system ships beginning their voyage by the year 2000.
It was during this time that planets of the Sol System unified under the rule of the SF, the Sol Federation to make sure that the interests of the mother system remained paramount over the new fledgling colonies that soon came under its dominion. The SF while established on the fundamentals of Democracy and liberty soon grew mad with its own power becoming corrupted by greed and inefficient and lumbering by the hands of a sprawling bureaucracy. As the SF grew more corrupt so did the discontent and hatred for the government and when the FTL technology was leaked by anarchist, the colonization process that had once been carefully controlled and monitored by the SF soon fell to chaos as those wanting to escape the tyranny and oppression of their homes fled en masse to foreign stars where they could make homes and kingdoms of there own. And so decades of warfare and unrest began between the SF and the colonists as every side fought in land grab that threatened to rip all of humanity apart.
These first waves of expansion and warfare established what would be known as the Home Sphere stretching three hundred light years across at the edge of its radius. The Home Sphere was for decades upon end a place of violence and death as the many planetary nations fought among one another for valuable resources primarily Sifirium deposits and land all while picking away the fading but still fighting remnants of the SF. The leaders of these nations formed ruling destiny and great houses to cement there rule for generations to come styling themselves after the aristocracy of their ancestral home.
It was during this time of chaos and destruction that people look towards different paths of salvation and stability; faith and gold.
The first of these came with the rise of the Celestial Faith, established by a priestess born on the slums of mars refereed to only as the Mother who claimed to be spoken to by in visions from a creator known as The One Beyond the Light. The Celestial Church by many is seen as a sort of reconciliation of the ideas of faith and of a broader world as exposed by the remnants of the Kroth with The One Beyond the Light being a sort of pancreator. The ideas of redemption and hope preached by the Mother as she spoke of the coming of the Vizarian, the supposed Prince of Light and Shadow who was to unify the entirety of existence for the coming of the The One Beyond the Light back into the mortal realm; these claims spoke to the underclasses who needed something and anything to cling onto to give them hope of at least peace in death if not in life. Eventually as more and more of the populace began to accept the faith and the members of the Church gained more and more political power and began to forge large armies of faithful, the lords less than willingly accepted the ideas of the Church as their own despite the fact that many still followed their own faiths in the shadows of their keeps.
The second of these powers to rise was the Merchant Guild. Once long ago they were the many monolithic corporations that held great influence upon the affairs of Earth and eventually the Sol Federation. But upon the Federation collapse and eventually disbandment these corporation were left without strong claims or backings of their own. So rather than try to fight among themselves or against the planetary lords that dreamed of stellar empires they instead martial their forces and bargaining power under one banner realizing that a great beast was much harder to slay than many restless hounds. By controlling the precious trade routes and the flow of goods and money they believed that they would be able to retain their political power and be able to have a voice in the years to come to make sure that their interests were followed.
Eventually under the auspices of the Merchants and the Church, the fighting slowly began to die down and Human Space now stretching far beyond the Home Sphere was once again unified in a new golden age as the Free Terran Alliance or as most refered to it as the Second Republic with the first being the old Sol Federation. Resting upon the backs of great statesmen who had seen too much warfare for five lifetimes they established a labyrinthine system of alliance and interdependence designed to prevent any major conflict from resurfacing. This work for a time as years passed into decades and decades into centuries and centuries into millennium. But as time marched ever forward the cost of life during those early wars of expansion were forgotten as the lords of old while still remaining great fortunes desired the power that they once held in their hands, the power to decide the fates of millions. And so conspiring with members of the Merchant Guild and high officials within the Church the lords planted the seeds of discord within the fabric of the Second Republic. These seeds sprouted as severe economic failure in part facilitated by the mechanization of the Merchant Guild left the Second Republic in a state of collapse as government systems collapsed leaving the millions of citizens under their rule in a state of anger. This anger became a revolt and a revolt became an rebellion that marched for the seat of the Republic on Earth.
Thus the Lords plan was set into motion as they sat idly by with their own private armies and forces as the rebel forces continually weakened and strained the armies of the Second Republic. The time for action came finally as Rebel forces seized Earth and declared the establishment of the Third Republic. The Third Republic stood for only two years before the Lords turned on the Third Republic whom they had pledged their support to and with support from the Church Militant were able to seize Earth once more in the name of "liberating the people from anarchy" but rather than reestablished the Second Republic the Lords instead refused to give up power and soon their own forces began to split upon house allegiances fire upon one another as they battled for supremacy. The Church was able to push them out of the Sol System with their own Army of the Faithful but fighting raged within the Home Sphere and the Outer Territories were the Lords began to conquer vast numbers of systems beneath their names.
This began the House Wars as the Lords once again fought one another for supremacy in a war that washed the stars red with blood. The House Wars were long and bloody but eventually they came to a brutal and violent end with the rise of Akylas Vermallo also known as Akylas the Pacifier. Akylas was born within the Sol System within the same holy city that the Mother of the Celestial Church was born in Mars. Born a child of the faith at a young age Akylas joined the Church Militant as a Sword Brother where he became renown for his skills in battle. Horrified by the bloodshed caused in the House Wars Akylas set forth to usher in a time of peace and prosperity which he did so by making the Army of the Faithful his own and slowly drawing in more Lords to his cause. Akylas army grew as he set out on a campaign of pacification crushing all those that did not boy to his rule and once again braining peace to Human Space. Akylas and his successors in House Vermallo would rule as Emperors of the Realm from the Home Sphere with their seat moved from the corrupt and dying world of Earth to the holy planet of Mars with Six Lords who joined his cause first and pledged their armies to him served as his representatives and regents in the outlaying systems as his Wardens..
The Vermallo Dynasty ruled the stars for generations upon end in a time of peace and warfare as the role of the dynastic dice provided strong rulers and those of weak fortitude. This lead up into the present under the rule of Emperor Daewon VII, the first strong Vermalloin leader to hold the Imperial Throne in nearly one hundred years. Beloved by the people for his pushes of reform but hated by the ancestors of the Lords that sweated allegiance to him due to his absolutist tendencies and habit of putting to death any and all those who oppose him while bombing their home planets to molten ash from orbit. And so it was to be that upon visit to the ancestral birthplace of Akylas, a small monastery on the far side of Mars far from the safety and protection of the Imperial Capital that Emperor Daewon VII and most of his family was killed by Assassins dressed in the garbs of the Church.
The ball has swung again as the War of the Six Houses began as each of the House Lords blames the others for the others for the assassination of the most loved Emperor. This is where our tale begins in a time of corrupt priests, scheming merchant princes and powerful lords all fighting to maintain their dominance and to secure the Imperial Title. All the while hordes of barbarian raiders from systems beyond the edge of Human Space whose coordinates were long thought to be lost in the wars of old appear on the edge of Imperial Space pillaging worlds and desiring blood. It is a battle among the stars even as the common peasant is stuck upon the planet that they were born upon for their entire life as part of age old contracts that offered defense and protection in the name of a lifetime of servitude. Ashes to ashes and soon only dust will remain.
The earliest histories date back to when humanity was still bound to the cradle of blue and green that had birthed us long ago. The date was July 21st 1969 when the ones known as Armstrong and Aldrin set foot upon the surface of Luna. It was during this great and historic exhibition that Armstrong and Aldrin found remnants of an old observation post left behind by a long dead race called the Kroth. Using the technology found within the Kroth observation post allowed for the people of Earth to discover the existence of what we now know of as refined Sifirium a rare element which when a supercharge current is run through it produces a dark energy fluctuation or bubble in space-time allowing for negative masses to be achieved for as long as you have Sifirium to fuel the reaction. (This feat allowing for Faster Than Light Travel along slight modifications of what we know as the Alcubierre metric without some of the more nasty effects of time dilation.) Advancing science forward in mere years what decades might have taken and soon fueled by the discovery of Sifirum and FTL humanity rushed ever onward into the stars with the first inner system ships launching during the 80s and the first outer system ships beginning their voyage by the year 2000.
It was during this time that planets of the Sol System unified under the rule of the SF, the Sol Federation to make sure that the interests of the mother system remained paramount over the new fledgling colonies that soon came under its dominion. The SF while established on the fundamentals of Democracy and liberty soon grew mad with its own power becoming corrupted by greed and inefficient and lumbering by the hands of a sprawling bureaucracy. As the SF grew more corrupt so did the discontent and hatred for the government and when the FTL technology was leaked by anarchist, the colonization process that had once been carefully controlled and monitored by the SF soon fell to chaos as those wanting to escape the tyranny and oppression of their homes fled en masse to foreign stars where they could make homes and kingdoms of there own. And so decades of warfare and unrest began between the SF and the colonists as every side fought in land grab that threatened to rip all of humanity apart.
These first waves of expansion and warfare established what would be known as the Home Sphere stretching three hundred light years across at the edge of its radius. The Home Sphere was for decades upon end a place of violence and death as the many planetary nations fought among one another for valuable resources primarily Sifirium deposits and land all while picking away the fading but still fighting remnants of the SF. The leaders of these nations formed ruling destiny and great houses to cement there rule for generations to come styling themselves after the aristocracy of their ancestral home.
It was during this time of chaos and destruction that people look towards different paths of salvation and stability; faith and gold.
The first of these came with the rise of the Celestial Faith, established by a priestess born on the slums of mars refereed to only as the Mother who claimed to be spoken to by in visions from a creator known as The One Beyond the Light. The Celestial Church by many is seen as a sort of reconciliation of the ideas of faith and of a broader world as exposed by the remnants of the Kroth with The One Beyond the Light being a sort of pancreator. The ideas of redemption and hope preached by the Mother as she spoke of the coming of the Vizarian, the supposed Prince of Light and Shadow who was to unify the entirety of existence for the coming of the The One Beyond the Light back into the mortal realm; these claims spoke to the underclasses who needed something and anything to cling onto to give them hope of at least peace in death if not in life. Eventually as more and more of the populace began to accept the faith and the members of the Church gained more and more political power and began to forge large armies of faithful, the lords less than willingly accepted the ideas of the Church as their own despite the fact that many still followed their own faiths in the shadows of their keeps.
The second of these powers to rise was the Merchant Guild. Once long ago they were the many monolithic corporations that held great influence upon the affairs of Earth and eventually the Sol Federation. But upon the Federation collapse and eventually disbandment these corporation were left without strong claims or backings of their own. So rather than try to fight among themselves or against the planetary lords that dreamed of stellar empires they instead martial their forces and bargaining power under one banner realizing that a great beast was much harder to slay than many restless hounds. By controlling the precious trade routes and the flow of goods and money they believed that they would be able to retain their political power and be able to have a voice in the years to come to make sure that their interests were followed.
Eventually under the auspices of the Merchants and the Church, the fighting slowly began to die down and Human Space now stretching far beyond the Home Sphere was once again unified in a new golden age as the Free Terran Alliance or as most refered to it as the Second Republic with the first being the old Sol Federation. Resting upon the backs of great statesmen who had seen too much warfare for five lifetimes they established a labyrinthine system of alliance and interdependence designed to prevent any major conflict from resurfacing. This work for a time as years passed into decades and decades into centuries and centuries into millennium. But as time marched ever forward the cost of life during those early wars of expansion were forgotten as the lords of old while still remaining great fortunes desired the power that they once held in their hands, the power to decide the fates of millions. And so conspiring with members of the Merchant Guild and high officials within the Church the lords planted the seeds of discord within the fabric of the Second Republic. These seeds sprouted as severe economic failure in part facilitated by the mechanization of the Merchant Guild left the Second Republic in a state of collapse as government systems collapsed leaving the millions of citizens under their rule in a state of anger. This anger became a revolt and a revolt became an rebellion that marched for the seat of the Republic on Earth.
Thus the Lords plan was set into motion as they sat idly by with their own private armies and forces as the rebel forces continually weakened and strained the armies of the Second Republic. The time for action came finally as Rebel forces seized Earth and declared the establishment of the Third Republic. The Third Republic stood for only two years before the Lords turned on the Third Republic whom they had pledged their support to and with support from the Church Militant were able to seize Earth once more in the name of "liberating the people from anarchy" but rather than reestablished the Second Republic the Lords instead refused to give up power and soon their own forces began to split upon house allegiances fire upon one another as they battled for supremacy. The Church was able to push them out of the Sol System with their own Army of the Faithful but fighting raged within the Home Sphere and the Outer Territories were the Lords began to conquer vast numbers of systems beneath their names.
This began the House Wars as the Lords once again fought one another for supremacy in a war that washed the stars red with blood. The House Wars were long and bloody but eventually they came to a brutal and violent end with the rise of Akylas Vermallo also known as Akylas the Pacifier. Akylas was born within the Sol System within the same holy city that the Mother of the Celestial Church was born in Mars. Born a child of the faith at a young age Akylas joined the Church Militant as a Sword Brother where he became renown for his skills in battle. Horrified by the bloodshed caused in the House Wars Akylas set forth to usher in a time of peace and prosperity which he did so by making the Army of the Faithful his own and slowly drawing in more Lords to his cause. Akylas army grew as he set out on a campaign of pacification crushing all those that did not boy to his rule and once again braining peace to Human Space. Akylas and his successors in House Vermallo would rule as Emperors of the Realm from the Home Sphere with their seat moved from the corrupt and dying world of Earth to the holy planet of Mars with Six Lords who joined his cause first and pledged their armies to him served as his representatives and regents in the outlaying systems as his Wardens..
The Vermallo Dynasty ruled the stars for generations upon end in a time of peace and warfare as the role of the dynastic dice provided strong rulers and those of weak fortitude. This lead up into the present under the rule of Emperor Daewon VII, the first strong Vermalloin leader to hold the Imperial Throne in nearly one hundred years. Beloved by the people for his pushes of reform but hated by the ancestors of the Lords that sweated allegiance to him due to his absolutist tendencies and habit of putting to death any and all those who oppose him while bombing their home planets to molten ash from orbit. And so it was to be that upon visit to the ancestral birthplace of Akylas, a small monastery on the far side of Mars far from the safety and protection of the Imperial Capital that Emperor Daewon VII and most of his family was killed by Assassins dressed in the garbs of the Church.
The ball has swung again as the War of the Six Houses began as each of the House Lords blames the others for the others for the assassination of the most loved Emperor. This is where our tale begins in a time of corrupt priests, scheming merchant princes and powerful lords all fighting to maintain their dominance and to secure the Imperial Title. All the while hordes of barbarian raiders from systems beyond the edge of Human Space whose coordinates were long thought to be lost in the wars of old appear on the edge of Imperial Space pillaging worlds and desiring blood. It is a battle among the stars even as the common peasant is stuck upon the planet that they were born upon for their entire life as part of age old contracts that offered defense and protection in the name of a lifetime of servitude. Ashes to ashes and soon only dust will remain.
D U T Y A N D H O N O R
Among this period of chaos and bloodshed our story focus its lenses upon one of the Low Houses that had sworn allegiance to House Vermallo long ago. House Tyrin. Ohannes Tyrin, the founder of the House was once nothing but a simple solider in Akylas the Pacifier's grand army that restored peace in the galaxy. Ohannes himself actually saved the young emperor to be by pulling him free from the fiery hands of fate and by doing so became one of Akylas most trusted friends. A lowly peasant drafted into the Churches Army upon becoming Emperor, Akylas give his friend a knighthood and a few systems of his own to watch over in the outer reaches of Human Space entrusting his friend to serve to hold the peace in such a tumultuous area. Ohannes and his ancestors performed ever faithfully to their call and they remained close allies and friends of the Imperial House ever since. The current Lord of House Tyrin one Remao Tyrin grew up as a child hood friend of the Late Emperor Daewon VIII.
It was due to these close bonds of honor and family that House Tyrin currently harbor the only remaining heir to the Vermallo Dynasty, Daewon VIII youngest son of thirteen years, Prince Aleksanteri Vermallo III who was spending his days away from the politics and intrigue of the Imperial Court to learn under Remao the ways of life beyond the walls of the Court. And now with the death of the rest of his family the young Vermallo is the biggest bargaining chip in the world. Because of this unwanted attnetion is drawn to House Tyrin as the High Houses desire the boy as well as the forces within the Church and the Merchant Guild all to solidify their cliams on the Imperial Throne. Though little do they know that House Tyrin has no intention on giving up on the boy so easily, as Lord Remao swore to put the rightful heir upon the throne.
And thus the stage is set for a great game of intrigue, war, romance and treachery. The audience has been seated in fearful awe and all that remains is for the players to take their place upon the stage and for them to play their last long into the great void.
It was due to these close bonds of honor and family that House Tyrin currently harbor the only remaining heir to the Vermallo Dynasty, Daewon VIII youngest son of thirteen years, Prince Aleksanteri Vermallo III who was spending his days away from the politics and intrigue of the Imperial Court to learn under Remao the ways of life beyond the walls of the Court. And now with the death of the rest of his family the young Vermallo is the biggest bargaining chip in the world. Because of this unwanted attnetion is drawn to House Tyrin as the High Houses desire the boy as well as the forces within the Church and the Merchant Guild all to solidify their cliams on the Imperial Throne. Though little do they know that House Tyrin has no intention on giving up on the boy so easily, as Lord Remao swore to put the rightful heir upon the throne.
And thus the stage is set for a great game of intrigue, war, romance and treachery. The audience has been seated in fearful awe and all that remains is for the players to take their place upon the stage and for them to play their last long into the great void.
W E L C O M E
Hello one and all and let me welcome you to my latest iteration of Starsong, a roleplay that I have been working on and off on for what may amount to many years at this point. The way that most people that have partaken in the story describe it as is like A Song of Ice and Fire in SPACE and while on the surface that may be true I like to think the World of Starsong is one with its own merits and quirks. Starsong if you have not guessed takes place in the far flung future long after Humanity has begun to colonize the stars. Civilization is in a sort of odd Feudal Future where ideas of knights, emperors, peasants and kings stand aside starships, nanotechnology, and robotic death machines; In Starsong it is much more likey to see a knight commanding a giant robot than it is to see him riding in any actual horse. The disparity between the lower classes and the elite is kept apparent as technology that is given down to the peasants is very much restricted and highly monitored while the Nobles travel across the Galaxy in stellar luxury craft. From a historical perspective it is based upon primary the Interegum period of the Holy Roman Empire the so called die kaiserlose, die schreckliche Zeit with some late Medieval and Early Renaissance influences thrown in as well. The world of Starsong is an old and dying one on verge of collapse as the golden age of humanity like the many species that had come before it has long since fallen to the wayside of pauper princes and hungry warlords.
The story this time in Starsong in an attempt to kept things a bit more tighter focuses primarily on one Low House known as House Tyrin who currently are protecting the only heir to the Imperial Throne after the rest of his Family was killed. The story follows the members of House Tyrin, those that serve under them and the various members of the High Houses, Church and Merchant Guild all trying to secure the Heir and there claims on the Throne all of which who will be played by you the players. As it focuses more upon the conflicts of the human heart than anything else dealing with conflicts of desire, love, hatred and all the irrational feelings that dictate us all.
While much of the world of Starsong has been fleshed out with an established back story and history it is done in a very broad strokes style allowing for you the players to fill in as many and as little gaps as they wish about the world. It's a half finished canvas spanning an entire galaxy that you will be able to put your mark upon. While there is a general plot moving ever constantly forward as the Young Prince makes his slow journey towards the Imperial Capital upon Mars and the growing threat of barbarian kings on the edge of known space the story is generally one that the players dictate through their actions and choices morphing as it goes along.
So if a galaxy spanning epic of intrigue, warfare and all the like sounds like your cup of tea, or if you really like world building and corrupt space empires based upon the europe of yester year or really want to see what jousting competions would look like with giant robots... Well why don't you stop in and say hi?
The story this time in Starsong in an attempt to kept things a bit more tighter focuses primarily on one Low House known as House Tyrin who currently are protecting the only heir to the Imperial Throne after the rest of his Family was killed. The story follows the members of House Tyrin, those that serve under them and the various members of the High Houses, Church and Merchant Guild all trying to secure the Heir and there claims on the Throne all of which who will be played by you the players. As it focuses more upon the conflicts of the human heart than anything else dealing with conflicts of desire, love, hatred and all the irrational feelings that dictate us all.
While much of the world of Starsong has been fleshed out with an established back story and history it is done in a very broad strokes style allowing for you the players to fill in as many and as little gaps as they wish about the world. It's a half finished canvas spanning an entire galaxy that you will be able to put your mark upon. While there is a general plot moving ever constantly forward as the Young Prince makes his slow journey towards the Imperial Capital upon Mars and the growing threat of barbarian kings on the edge of known space the story is generally one that the players dictate through their actions and choices morphing as it goes along.
So if a galaxy spanning epic of intrigue, warfare and all the like sounds like your cup of tea, or if you really like world building and corrupt space empires based upon the europe of yester year or really want to see what jousting competions would look like with giant robots... Well why don't you stop in and say hi?
And I'm a terrible person and a liar but the post is now up! (Sorry about the delay, real life just didn't want me to get a post up yesterday.) Though truthfully I'm still trying to figure out in my head what to do in flashback, maybe next time it will come up.
@Prisk
Oh well don't feel discouraged! I've found in my ten or so years of running RPs (God. I feel so terribly ancient right now.) that if you get caught up in expectations you only end up disappointing yourself. All you can do is create the best gosh darn story that you can and hopefully have fun with some people telling it. While worrying about player's post frequency or if players leave is good because it shows you care about the story you want to tell; if you let that worry control how you feel than all your excitement about telling a good story becomes distorted into inward anger and disappointment. People leave sometimes or people can't post as quickly as you may like and it's a very annoying and sucky part of life. Alas it is also a part of life that you cannot change no matter how much you struggle against it. So instead of worrying about things that you cannot change no matter how much you would oh so love them to change. You gotta focus on the important stuff like the awesome posts you do get and all these awesome people you do have!
@Prisk
Oh well don't feel discouraged! I've found in my ten or so years of running RPs (God. I feel so terribly ancient right now.) that if you get caught up in expectations you only end up disappointing yourself. All you can do is create the best gosh darn story that you can and hopefully have fun with some people telling it. While worrying about player's post frequency or if players leave is good because it shows you care about the story you want to tell; if you let that worry control how you feel than all your excitement about telling a good story becomes distorted into inward anger and disappointment. People leave sometimes or people can't post as quickly as you may like and it's a very annoying and sucky part of life. Alas it is also a part of life that you cannot change no matter how much you struggle against it. So instead of worrying about things that you cannot change no matter how much you would oh so love them to change. You gotta focus on the important stuff like the awesome posts you do get and all these awesome people you do have!
T H E F I E L D S // Graham Tosches // Fallen Earth
For a brief moment he was atop the world clinging to the great beast upon his perch. Than world vanished with a flash of red as something it slammed into the creature’s head a few inches away from his location. The creature let loose a great roar of protest as the Guardians took the final opportunity for once last relentless assault. But the great behemoth could not maintain its vitality from the many blows thrown against it and thus it began to fall. It’s left leg came out from underneath it smashing to the ground sending chunks of earth into the air as its heavy knee slammed into the ground like an anchor. Graham clutched to his daggers still embedded into the creature with a fine tuned resolve as the movement threw him sideways. Here this close to the fallen creature’s head he could hear the breathing slow and deliberate, fading softly. Then as Oliva drove her blade in for the last time everything stopped and the great beast pitched backwards. Graham pulled the daggers from its hide and dropped to the ground, hitting into the wet mud with a thump. Ignoring the pain he rolled quickly to his left coating himself with a mixture of mud and leaking fluids from the great beast but in doing so he put far away enough as to prevent the giant beast from falling atop of him. Moments later the great creature hit into the ground, the earth jutting up around it from the impact. And then nothing was hard but the soft pattering of rain.
The adrenaline slowly began to filter out of his system as he took one deep breath after another. The battlefield had turned silent with most of the army having completed there push with only the soft rumble of aircraft screeching by on lookout for any that the main forces may had missed.They had made it at least for the moment that was. He turned towards the group and walked back over to them feet heavy in the mud as he walked away from the fallen creature. It had went surprisingly well all things considered. This little team they had seemed to know what they were doing. He give a thumbs up towards where Rogart and Nicholas were standing shaking his head in something akin to amusement as he made a mental note to never get the giant angry enough to swing his hammer at him and Nicholas well he could feel his spirits practically jumping for joy during combat even from his location. They were certainly interesting, Graham could give them that. He was broken from his thoughts when Olivia came over and patted him on his back, making the rounds to make sure that everybody wasn’t dead. He nodded his head in thanks. While the two of them might of disagreed upon certain authorial perspectives, she carried herself well during the fight and showed that all the talk of her being a natural at this wasn’t all just talk.
He passed Monika next located near the transport that seemed to be serving as their valiant knight in shining armor charging in to save the day. As he did he remembered their conversation from before which at this point seemed to be years ago, a different life and a different time. "We shall see then if there is any truth and weight to your speech then, Graham." He wondered if he had proven himself in whatever odd twisted hierarchy that the girl seemed to follow in her head. Though as he passed her he couldn't help it as he turned his head back giving her probably the cockiest grin she had seen in her entire life, the clear white of his crooked teeth in harsh contrast to his mordrem blood and mud covered face.
"I told you they kept me around for a reason Princess." Graham explained with a wink as he vanished around the corner not sticking around for the inevitable soul crushing remark. There Olivia was helping up the man that had inevitably lead the charge in an attempt to save him looking a little worse for wear. He looked familiar to him for some reason like a face that Graham knew but couldn’t quite but the name too it. None the less Olivia seemed to be talking to the man like she knew and so Graham figured he probably just another one of the gym rats. Nevertheless as he passed the other Guardian he nodded his head in appreciation as he passed giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Thanks for stopping and saving our sorry asses. Don’t think any of us really wanted to walk. I'm Graham the dashingly handsome one of the group." He told the man as he grabbed the handgrip by the door of the transport and pulled himself up and into the vehicle. He sat down heavily in his seat and cocked his head back against the wall of the transport falling asleep quickly as the transport began to move again a few minutes later not deeply caring about the blood and mud that covered his body as his own spirits moved about him in a soft red glow slowly healing any immediate damage.
Eventually he was nudged awake when they arrived at the MOV around thirty minutes later. The inside of the vehicle in direct contrast to the blasted hellscape that it sat in the middle of. Everything was sleek and clean with everything moving with a machine like rhythm. He felt the hair rise on his arms from the cool climate controlled air that pumped through the vehicle. Only half listening as the officer gave them the rundown, he instead look up at the moment around him as soldiers and engineers of all types moved about in a controlled sort of chaos. What did catch his attention was the fact that they were going to attend a meeting with High Command. It seemed that there little adventure was going to get even more interesting than they thought.
"As much as I love prancing about covered in... well whatever I’m covered in at the moment. I’m also going to hit the shower." Graham told the rest of the group with a nod before breaking away.
The adrenaline slowly began to filter out of his system as he took one deep breath after another. The battlefield had turned silent with most of the army having completed there push with only the soft rumble of aircraft screeching by on lookout for any that the main forces may had missed.They had made it at least for the moment that was. He turned towards the group and walked back over to them feet heavy in the mud as he walked away from the fallen creature. It had went surprisingly well all things considered. This little team they had seemed to know what they were doing. He give a thumbs up towards where Rogart and Nicholas were standing shaking his head in something akin to amusement as he made a mental note to never get the giant angry enough to swing his hammer at him and Nicholas well he could feel his spirits practically jumping for joy during combat even from his location. They were certainly interesting, Graham could give them that. He was broken from his thoughts when Olivia came over and patted him on his back, making the rounds to make sure that everybody wasn’t dead. He nodded his head in thanks. While the two of them might of disagreed upon certain authorial perspectives, she carried herself well during the fight and showed that all the talk of her being a natural at this wasn’t all just talk.
He passed Monika next located near the transport that seemed to be serving as their valiant knight in shining armor charging in to save the day. As he did he remembered their conversation from before which at this point seemed to be years ago, a different life and a different time. "We shall see then if there is any truth and weight to your speech then, Graham." He wondered if he had proven himself in whatever odd twisted hierarchy that the girl seemed to follow in her head. Though as he passed her he couldn't help it as he turned his head back giving her probably the cockiest grin she had seen in her entire life, the clear white of his crooked teeth in harsh contrast to his mordrem blood and mud covered face.
"I told you they kept me around for a reason Princess." Graham explained with a wink as he vanished around the corner not sticking around for the inevitable soul crushing remark. There Olivia was helping up the man that had inevitably lead the charge in an attempt to save him looking a little worse for wear. He looked familiar to him for some reason like a face that Graham knew but couldn’t quite but the name too it. None the less Olivia seemed to be talking to the man like she knew and so Graham figured he probably just another one of the gym rats. Nevertheless as he passed the other Guardian he nodded his head in appreciation as he passed giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Thanks for stopping and saving our sorry asses. Don’t think any of us really wanted to walk. I'm Graham the dashingly handsome one of the group." He told the man as he grabbed the handgrip by the door of the transport and pulled himself up and into the vehicle. He sat down heavily in his seat and cocked his head back against the wall of the transport falling asleep quickly as the transport began to move again a few minutes later not deeply caring about the blood and mud that covered his body as his own spirits moved about him in a soft red glow slowly healing any immediate damage.
Eventually he was nudged awake when they arrived at the MOV around thirty minutes later. The inside of the vehicle in direct contrast to the blasted hellscape that it sat in the middle of. Everything was sleek and clean with everything moving with a machine like rhythm. He felt the hair rise on his arms from the cool climate controlled air that pumped through the vehicle. Only half listening as the officer gave them the rundown, he instead look up at the moment around him as soldiers and engineers of all types moved about in a controlled sort of chaos. What did catch his attention was the fact that they were going to attend a meeting with High Command. It seemed that there little adventure was going to get even more interesting than they thought.
"As much as I love prancing about covered in... well whatever I’m covered in at the moment. I’m also going to hit the shower." Graham told the rest of the group with a nod before breaking away.
M O U T A I N P A T H // Roxelana ‘Roxie’ Cacciatore // The Shadows of Resolve
Roxelana could only shake her head at the morbidity of Selene's comment. Needlessly dark comments filled with an air of morbidity did nothing but wasted the very breath required to speak them. She reminded the girl of the priests back home always talking of the coming destruction and death of the world. She had always disliked the priests for that reason alone, speaking of coming death and destruction while doing nothing but letting the death sweep in. Though judging from the others reactions they felt the same as Roxelana did as they approached the entrance to the mine, though she could feel the spirits about them moving in frantic rapid motions rising and falling live waves crashing against the sea. She nodded as Thael volunteered to take the lead position and she silently slowed down her pace to let the giant take the lead falling back with the others.
It was moments later that they came to the entrance to the mine and met the mysterious woman. Even with the distance between them Roxie could feel the heavy presence of the mysterious woman’s spirits. They seemed to tower above them all threatening to crash down upon them at any minute. They were different though than any other spirits that Roxie had felt before, while they were charged with a sense of stalwart determination part of them seemed old and worn in a strange way. Nevertheless the woman seemed completely at ease despite being outnumbered. Her words came easily and with a sort of calmness about them moving like the whispers on the wind. Roxie’s eyes watched as the shadows in the mouth of the cave seemed to move with the woman lurching forward almost ceaselessly. It seemed that she had no plans on letting the group advance forward . As she let her voice carry away a moment of silence followed as the group of guardians tensed unsure of movement. Roxelana fell naturally to the hilt of her blade watching and waiting.
It was Subria that spoke first seemingly snapping everyone out of it with the strong sense of determination in her voice. The woman though did not seemed as impressed as her eyes of deep endless blue peered upon each of them as distant as a foreign sea. Roxie did not freeze when the eyes fell upon her but only give the woman a small smile. She took a step forward putting her towards the front of the group as she did she turned to Thael and said very calmly given the current situation. "Dropping the shield may be for the best blondie. She seems intent on testing our resolve and hiding behind a shield may not be displaying the best of our character at the moment.”
With that she turned her gaze back towards the mysterious woman. Silently she reached deep inside of herself and pulled at the darkness swirling about herself and there was a slight shift in the air as in response to the woman’s own shadows, Roxelana’s own shadow seemed to rise behind her like a silent watchman towering nearly a head taller than Thael. It’s mass was formless moving and shifting as the spirits that vitalized it begged to be released at the moment, parts of it fell off like dark ooze dripping to the ground and vanishing.
And it was at that exact moment that Selene decided to charge the woman without a care in the world. Roxie fought the urge to yell something rather rude at the girl as her shoulders sagged as the girl rushed towards the mysterious woman but watched intently to see the woman's reaction, hand resting on her blade. If the girl died in this very moment... well there was nothing really lost now was there? Roxelana cared not for her combat skills only for the lack of a brain that she seemed to be displaying and a lack of brain was a dangerous thing indeed for a Guardian.
"Well there goes the diplomatic option..."
It was moments later that they came to the entrance to the mine and met the mysterious woman. Even with the distance between them Roxie could feel the heavy presence of the mysterious woman’s spirits. They seemed to tower above them all threatening to crash down upon them at any minute. They were different though than any other spirits that Roxie had felt before, while they were charged with a sense of stalwart determination part of them seemed old and worn in a strange way. Nevertheless the woman seemed completely at ease despite being outnumbered. Her words came easily and with a sort of calmness about them moving like the whispers on the wind. Roxie’s eyes watched as the shadows in the mouth of the cave seemed to move with the woman lurching forward almost ceaselessly. It seemed that she had no plans on letting the group advance forward . As she let her voice carry away a moment of silence followed as the group of guardians tensed unsure of movement. Roxelana fell naturally to the hilt of her blade watching and waiting.
It was Subria that spoke first seemingly snapping everyone out of it with the strong sense of determination in her voice. The woman though did not seemed as impressed as her eyes of deep endless blue peered upon each of them as distant as a foreign sea. Roxie did not freeze when the eyes fell upon her but only give the woman a small smile. She took a step forward putting her towards the front of the group as she did she turned to Thael and said very calmly given the current situation. "Dropping the shield may be for the best blondie. She seems intent on testing our resolve and hiding behind a shield may not be displaying the best of our character at the moment.”
With that she turned her gaze back towards the mysterious woman. Silently she reached deep inside of herself and pulled at the darkness swirling about herself and there was a slight shift in the air as in response to the woman’s own shadows, Roxelana’s own shadow seemed to rise behind her like a silent watchman towering nearly a head taller than Thael. It’s mass was formless moving and shifting as the spirits that vitalized it begged to be released at the moment, parts of it fell off like dark ooze dripping to the ground and vanishing.
And it was at that exact moment that Selene decided to charge the woman without a care in the world. Roxie fought the urge to yell something rather rude at the girl as her shoulders sagged as the girl rushed towards the mysterious woman but watched intently to see the woman's reaction, hand resting on her blade. If the girl died in this very moment... well there was nothing really lost now was there? Roxelana cared not for her combat skills only for the lack of a brain that she seemed to be displaying and a lack of brain was a dangerous thing indeed for a Guardian.
"Well there goes the diplomatic option..."
Working on a post. Should be up when I get home from work. Hopefully....probably...maybe.
@Sarpedon@DJAtomika@The Narrator
I would like to thank you all for showing interest in this little experiment of mine. And that is what truthfully it was an experiment, a half cooked idea I tossed into the void while straining my ears for some sort of response. It was something different than my usual fair of grand epic adventure or gritty dramas where in the end everyone dies. But sometimes experiments fail and it would seem this one has failed. I might retool it at a future date but at the moment, I have no future plans for this. Though I do have plans for other things... *cue the dramatic music* But once again I would like to thank you all for stopping by.
See ya!
I would like to thank you all for showing interest in this little experiment of mine. And that is what truthfully it was an experiment, a half cooked idea I tossed into the void while straining my ears for some sort of response. It was something different than my usual fair of grand epic adventure or gritty dramas where in the end everyone dies. But sometimes experiments fail and it would seem this one has failed. I might retool it at a future date but at the moment, I have no future plans for this. Though I do have plans for other things... *cue the dramatic music* But once again I would like to thank you all for stopping by.
See ya!
@Rockette
I'm a man of many faculties or Jack of all trades master of none if you prefer. (Though the surfing came before the computer stuff truth be told, my dad did it and his dad did it before him, so when I was like five they plopped me on a board and I've been doing it ever since.) lol. But trust me after spending an entire day locked up in an office nothing is better than hitting the beach and catching a few waves if I was good enough to make a living out of it, I would drop my normal job in a heartbeat. But alas we all have roles to play in this great little machine of life. But anyway you made it work, which confirms you are some kind of wizard beyond mortal understanding as we've all suspected.
I'm a man of many faculties or Jack of all trades master of none if you prefer. (Though the surfing came before the computer stuff truth be told, my dad did it and his dad did it before him, so when I was like five they plopped me on a board and I've been doing it ever since.) lol. But trust me after spending an entire day locked up in an office nothing is better than hitting the beach and catching a few waves if I was good enough to make a living out of it, I would drop my normal job in a heartbeat. But alas we all have roles to play in this great little machine of life. But anyway you made it work, which confirms you are some kind of wizard beyond mortal understanding as we've all suspected.
@Rockette
Mhmm that makes sense. The only reason I know of his existence at all really is because I'm a surfer bum myself (It sort of comes naturally from growing up on an island) so unless you feel like either dredging through surfer boy obsession blogs on Tumblr or feel like pouring through the pages of something like SURFER sometimes finding quality pictures of people like him can be a right hassle sometimes. xD But for Graham I had the surfer bum imagine in my head as soon as I started writing him up and well Mr. Foster hits the age range and general lackadaisical appearance on the head. Sorry for sending you on a manhunt through the depths of well the less said about Tumblr the better in my opinion.
Mhmm that makes sense. The only reason I know of his existence at all really is because I'm a surfer bum myself (It sort of comes naturally from growing up on an island) so unless you feel like either dredging through surfer boy obsession blogs on Tumblr or feel like pouring through the pages of something like SURFER sometimes finding quality pictures of people like him can be a right hassle sometimes. xD But for Graham I had the surfer bum imagine in my head as soon as I started writing him up and well Mr. Foster hits the age range and general lackadaisical appearance on the head. Sorry for sending you on a manhunt through the depths of well the less said about Tumblr the better in my opinion.
T H E F I E L D S // Graham Tosches // As The Earth Cries
Graham looked upward in terror induced awe as the great leviathan rose from the earth sundering the very earth like a rod of judgement cast down from the skies above. Years of training kicked in almost immediately upon the sight of the creature, muscles moving in a well rehearsed act as his legs dropped into a ready stance muscles tensed with anticipation and ready to spring at a moment's notice like a bear trap falling upon its pray. Hands grabbed two familiar handles coated in thick dark leather that melded easily to his grip as he pulled the daggers free from there bindings, cold reflecting off a pair of blue eyes looking intently above. He'd run the simulations before, everyone had run the simulations before but there was no true comparison to the feeling in the moment. They weren't able to replicate the feeling of the warm breath bellowing out from the creatures gargantuan body or the tremble in the earth as it moved. But that was to be expected, he wasn't in the safety of Oakridge anymore he was out in the big bad world. He felt something stir, a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time something deep in the pit of his stomach that churned and thrashed wanting to be released. It was fear. He was actually scared for the first time in years. He hadn't felt fear since Anna died, there was no reason anymore he had lost everything so there was no need to fear anything but there was that old feeling creeping back up on him again. He found himself unable to prevent the small chuckle that escaped from his mouth. A release of joy, of gladness to feel such a feeling again odd as it sounded.
"Let's Dance!" Almost immediately the Guardians began their retort against the great beast. First was Monika with all the deadly grace and efficiency that Graham expected from her moving with the thunderous swings of an executioner. Next Nicholas came into the fight moving in to exploit the hole that Monika had created moving like a man taken over by something else entirely lashing out against the beast. The barrage continued as Rogart moved in next the gargantuan Guardian charged the creature and once again pushed relentless. As the Mordem recovered from the series of blows presented to it, Graham saw the opening he was looking for. He felt the spirits gathered up him twirling in a great vortex of excitement and tremendous energy feeding off of his own adrenaline rush just begging to be released. He focused on the rush and only the rush as he felt some sort of inner threshold shatter and in a burst of electrical energy appeared running from the tips of his blades to the soles of his feet, the energy created by the excited spirits sparking, his own blue iris no longer the color of a clear's summer's day but of a raging thunderstorm. He wasn't going to ruin away this time, he couldn't run away this time, these were the creatures that had caused everyone so much pain and suffering. These were the creatures that had killed his Father. There was no running this time, there was only action.
He exploded suddenly the tense cords of muscle expanding sudden;ly like a taught rope being cut. His eyes had fallen dead on the Mordem ahead of him eyes focused ahead of him. The Morderm let out a hellish screech that rattled Graham's bones but did not halt his advance as a large tendril like claw came smashing down with a surprising amount of speed behind it. Graham slide as the arm came crashing down splattering himself with mud as the arm barely missed sending chucks of debris his way peppering his body some probably leaving bruises later but nothing too concerning. He pushed forward taking the opening to close the distance. As Graham gets closer he tosses one of the daggers into the beasts core and throws the other one higher up. Glancing blows the beast only roared in a show of strength as the daggers did not bury themselves deep enough to cause any damage. Graham didn't seem phased by this and kept on running towards the creature. He jumped and grabbed the first dagger and using his Guardian imbued strength pulled himself upward with it launching himself straight towards the second dagger where he performed the same feat again pushing himself up the beast now with both daggers as he landed atop its back. In one swift motion he plunged the two blades down hard into the base of the creatures upper "neck area" as it thrashed about trying to throw him off. These attacks where the ones that found purchase sinking deep between earthen plates and splashing the young guardian with darkened blood. The creature thrash hard but Graham remained where he was continually twisting the blades deeper into the creatures' neck to keep its attention on him, a stupid grin upon his face.
"Ms.Celestine! May I suggest stabbing the forsaken thing while I have it pissed off! It may be more helpful than standing there slack-jawed!" Graham shouted though his voice seemed distance over the roar of the the creature that he still was clinging too.
"Let's Dance!" Almost immediately the Guardians began their retort against the great beast. First was Monika with all the deadly grace and efficiency that Graham expected from her moving with the thunderous swings of an executioner. Next Nicholas came into the fight moving in to exploit the hole that Monika had created moving like a man taken over by something else entirely lashing out against the beast. The barrage continued as Rogart moved in next the gargantuan Guardian charged the creature and once again pushed relentless. As the Mordem recovered from the series of blows presented to it, Graham saw the opening he was looking for. He felt the spirits gathered up him twirling in a great vortex of excitement and tremendous energy feeding off of his own adrenaline rush just begging to be released. He focused on the rush and only the rush as he felt some sort of inner threshold shatter and in a burst of electrical energy appeared running from the tips of his blades to the soles of his feet, the energy created by the excited spirits sparking, his own blue iris no longer the color of a clear's summer's day but of a raging thunderstorm. He wasn't going to ruin away this time, he couldn't run away this time, these were the creatures that had caused everyone so much pain and suffering. These were the creatures that had killed his Father. There was no running this time, there was only action.
He exploded suddenly the tense cords of muscle expanding sudden;ly like a taught rope being cut. His eyes had fallen dead on the Mordem ahead of him eyes focused ahead of him. The Morderm let out a hellish screech that rattled Graham's bones but did not halt his advance as a large tendril like claw came smashing down with a surprising amount of speed behind it. Graham slide as the arm came crashing down splattering himself with mud as the arm barely missed sending chucks of debris his way peppering his body some probably leaving bruises later but nothing too concerning. He pushed forward taking the opening to close the distance. As Graham gets closer he tosses one of the daggers into the beasts core and throws the other one higher up. Glancing blows the beast only roared in a show of strength as the daggers did not bury themselves deep enough to cause any damage. Graham didn't seem phased by this and kept on running towards the creature. He jumped and grabbed the first dagger and using his Guardian imbued strength pulled himself upward with it launching himself straight towards the second dagger where he performed the same feat again pushing himself up the beast now with both daggers as he landed atop its back. In one swift motion he plunged the two blades down hard into the base of the creatures upper "neck area" as it thrashed about trying to throw him off. These attacks where the ones that found purchase sinking deep between earthen plates and splashing the young guardian with darkened blood. The creature thrash hard but Graham remained where he was continually twisting the blades deeper into the creatures' neck to keep its attention on him, a stupid grin upon his face.
"Ms.Celestine! May I suggest stabbing the forsaken thing while I have it pissed off! It may be more helpful than standing there slack-jawed!" Graham shouted though his voice seemed distance over the roar of the the creature that he still was clinging too.
M O U T A I N P A T H // Roxelana ‘Roxie’ Cacciatore // Of Ash and Stone
Roxelana regrouped with the others rather quickly after he brief meeting with the mayor of the town. The exchange of information confirmed that the only real solid lead they had was to push into the mountain proper and found out truly what was going on. The mines it seemed would hold the key to the investigation and finding their lost Eidolon. Though it seemed that Selene had picked up another straggler along the way this time a large wolf. There was wolves were she came from but none as big as this one and none that exerted such a spiritual presence as he. Roxie fought an instinctual urging to dissect the creature to find out the mysterious that lay inside and told herself that the dissection could occur at a latter date. Without any further delay they began to move there way up the mountain. As the path started to give way it seemed that Subria's observations were true as there was telltale signs of activity in the area mostly by the thick layer of ash that coated the rock face around them getting darker and darker as they pushed ever forward. They move at a slow pace as every step sent part of the pathway crumbling down below into the deep abyss.
They continued to push onward as most of the foliage vanished and soon the village looked nothing but a small dot fading from view. Remains of small shacks used by the workers as resting posts on the path remained only as charred husks of prefabricated materials burned away. There were no bodies to be seen but there was the chilling reminder of their existence etched into the very stone. Shadows were burned into the rock-face floor some in fear others trying to run away, the only remnants of people caught in a great and fiery blast. Ahead of them the rock itself was burnt away to grey ash and blacked cinders. She could still feel the spirits moving ahead of them going up the path begin drawn towards a large and powerful mass somewhere deep below congregating and swarming together. Roxie could only look at the carnage about her as they moved slightly impressed by the sheer power of it all, and wondering what the power could do if properly harnessed. But still the great shadow of unease rested over her shoulders as the whole situation felt wrong in one way or another.
"Anyone else getting as bad of a feeling as I'm right now?"
They continued to push onward as most of the foliage vanished and soon the village looked nothing but a small dot fading from view. Remains of small shacks used by the workers as resting posts on the path remained only as charred husks of prefabricated materials burned away. There were no bodies to be seen but there was the chilling reminder of their existence etched into the very stone. Shadows were burned into the rock-face floor some in fear others trying to run away, the only remnants of people caught in a great and fiery blast. Ahead of them the rock itself was burnt away to grey ash and blacked cinders. She could still feel the spirits moving ahead of them going up the path begin drawn towards a large and powerful mass somewhere deep below congregating and swarming together. Roxie could only look at the carnage about her as they moved slightly impressed by the sheer power of it all, and wondering what the power could do if properly harnessed. But still the great shadow of unease rested over her shoulders as the whole situation felt wrong in one way or another.
"Anyone else getting as bad of a feeling as I'm right now?"
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