Little Bill

Pax Narcotica: A Narco Cartel RP

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_{In lieu of a true insignia, the Oaxaca Cartel uses green as a gang color, co-opting green logos to differentiate location chapters.
The Yucatan chapters display Monster Energy logos, the Quintana chapters tag walls with John Deere logo, and so on.
This is the reason Pemex stopped making their station attendant uniforms green, and why philanthropic organizations in
South Mexico are asked to donate boy's shirts only in blue, white, brown, or red.}

Faction Name
Cártel de Oaxaca

Territory
Oaxaca, Chiapa, Tabasco, Campache, Yucatan, Quintana Roo

Allies
Too Many (WIP) _{(where da factions @)}

Faction History
The Oaxaca Cartel was originally little more than a handful of armed farmers dressed in their Sunday best, pretending to be gangsters in order to sell their collective crops of marijuana and cocaine at marked up rates to spring-breakers partying a few mountains away from their thatched roofs. After a decade of this, la Cartel de Oaxaca simply became another criminal organization according to Federal watchlists, having successfully faked it until they made it. It being a willingness to commit crimes greater than pot-pushing, and not needing to wear costumes in order to be recognized as dangerous criminals. By the mid 2000's, the Oaxaca cartel was mentioned by name in the Mexican national news three times; Once for a shipment of marijuana found in an American spinach truck, once for poaching in the Guatemalan jungle, and once for a notorious drug dealer being found tarred, feathered, and thoroughly stabbed to death in the mountains of Oaxaca.

Though the Oaxaca cartel is regarded to as one of the least violent criminal organizations in Mexico, preferring to maintain power through business connections rather than with violence, they are by no means considered benevolent or harmless. Aside from their selling of marijuana, cocaine, and untaxed tobacco, they are a group whose dealings are synonymous with any "mafia" in the particularly rural regions of southern Mexico. If a shipment of gasoline is hijacked, a hiker finds a skull in the mountains, or a rancher's cattle and daughters are taken away by a convoy of men in pickup trucks, the Oaxaca Cartel likely had something to do with it. That being said, they are known for sticking within their own territory almost constantly -- their bulk of their ranks being men in mountainside hamlets who own little more than a pistol, a green jersey, and a bicycle. Those who do not fear them, which is not entirely uncommon for the northern city-mice near America, derisively refer to them as "The Guatemalan Mafia".

Important Characters

• Carlos "El Ranchero" Delarosa Ramirez de Garcia, 45 - Leader

• Martín Francisco Carrillo, 47 - Second-in-Command

• Mario Alonso Ricardo de Canché, 34 - Assassin

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

You know what really grinds my gears? The pattern I see in every thread.

GM: This is a vampire roleplay.
Player: Okay but can I be a werewolf?

GM: This is a Italian mafia roleplay.
Player: Okay but can I be a Russian gangster?

GM: This is a roleplay where everyone is a villain.
Player: Okay but can I be a hero?

I don't know if it's just fun to play the odd man out, if it's because everyone wants a unique character, or if nobody knows how to write a character that isn't based off of all the protagonists they've read, but it is starting to seem like half the characters I see are just the writer's attempts to go against the grain of the roleplay.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜

@ethanjoryCorrect! Truth be told, Rhaetia is the name last used by the player who wanted to be the former capital that I forgot to edit out, but the former imperial capital/south is still up for grabs, new name or not.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜

@bloonewb Truth be told, I haven't thought much about the other continents, seeing as this one still needs the five kingdoms to begin being fleshed out. If you want some subplots with not-Essos, the southern hunk of Ardacia would probably be your best bet.

@Odin Thanks for letting me know. If time opens up for you in the future, it doesn't look like we're filling seats by the minute.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜 (Hard fantasy NRP in need of 1-2 more players)

/formalmode

So anyway, this is another Nation roleplay that wants to be ASOIAF. If roleplay focused on character development, collaborative plotting, and large-scale worldbuilding sounds like your thing, you can find the thread here.
Get at ya boi.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜 (Hard fantasy NRP in need of 1-2 more players)

Intrigue - Low Fantasy - Mature - Advanced

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For as long as men have lived, there have been two moons -- Eirtu and Elonar. Eirtu has always been known as "The Great Moon" and the physical embodiment of the god of the world's dominant religion, whereas "The Lesser Moon" Elonar has faithfully orbited Eirtu as a physical manifestation of their goddess. That all changed recently when Elonar crashed into Eirtu, leaving nothing to prove it had ever existed but a sizable crater.

Predictably, the realm hasn't responded too well.

In the capital, tensions have been minimized to church leaders being busy handling the influx of converts and pleas of the frightened devout, whereas in the more rural regions of the world, low lords are being slain in the streets by hordes of peasants who believe that their goddess has died and that the end is very much nigh. With the royal army being a shadow of what it once was and practically abandoned because of the centuries of peace with other nations, chaos will definitely be one of the themes in play here.

Is this a post-apocalyptic medieval RP? No. By and large, I think most people will have calmed down about the moon exploding a few months into the RP when they've seen that the world isn't going to be swallowed into hellfire, but the point of this cataclysmic event is to spark off a power struggle that we'll deal with for the rest of the RP. Some will rise to power on the backs of those initially fearful about an apocalypse, others will use the tension to destroy old alliances and create new ones, and so on. This moon hoopajoop is designed to create the interregnum for our story that replaces Robert Baratheon's rebellion and death.

The roleplay itself will have its fair share of combat and war, but for the most part, I'd like to focus on intrigue and relations more. "Petyr is an honorless liar" is one thing, but implying Petyr is guilty for something by saying "Surely, I hope you don't take into account Petyr's past as you cast judgement" is even better. I've seen too many Nation RPs where characters just blatantly say shit that would be taken as a declaration of war every other post, so try to not do that, unless your intention is to play a character destined to die because of their ignorance of politicking. Anyway, now I'm rambling. All I want to do is scratch that Game of Thrones itch in time for the new season, man.

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OOC Information

FAQ

Can my house ______?
Here's where it gets tricky. Magic is largely gone from the world, but great houses are so ancient that logically, some of them would have some magic properties. As for ancestral magic, keep it small enough that it could be denied altogether or dismissed as an excuse for something nonmagical -- Familial telepathy, Not burning, maybe even a secret were-animal house. Anyway, if you want your house to have some special magical component and you're worried that the one you've written for your house doesn't fit in, PM me and I'll take a look.

Expand on the Advanced tag?
This is the Nation RP section so to avoid any disputes, I will say right off the bat that this is an Advanced RP. By Advanced I don't mean Advanced Section, I mean Advaaaanced Section, brother. Full Hulk Hogan voice and all. I want us to all write something we're collectively proud of instead of just trying to win the most duels and claim the most land. Assume your sheet, no matter how good it is, will have to be edited at least once before I accept it.

Expand on that Low Fantasy tag?
This is more of a personal preference I can flex GM status to enforce, but it also makes the world a more believable backdrop for human problems in human stories which is the goal. Magic is rare, shunned, and often more trouble than it's worth, while creatures that roamed the land in abundance thousands of years ago are now only found in the thickest, deepest woods where men rarely roam. There are dragons, but probably only a dozen in the world, and definitely not in our neck of the woods. On the other hand, the RP will have dire beasts, enchanted weapons, plants and animals that totally don't exist, and so on.

Expand on the Mature tag?
Roleplayerguild's rules won't allow me to straight-up say that you have to be 18 to be a part of this roleplay, so let me just give a foreword that the roleplay will deal with a lot of the same mature themes brought up in the book -- Torture, rape, murder, humilation, violence, the whole shebang. This is a story with a largely gray morality, so the lines between hero and villain will sometimes be blurred. Keeping in mind the subjects allowed, I expect every topic to be handled maturely. Having a character who rapes every barmaid they see and eviscerates every guy who says something shitty to them doesn't make them a good villain, it makes them a forced one. Anyway, lotsa dark themes inbound, though the heroes of the story will hopefully make up for it.

Sheets

Your sigil should go here

House Surname of Capital, Rulers of Nation

Your great house and nation. The sigil should be designed with this. If you can't use the program or it's giving you a hard time, PM me and I'll be glad to take a stab at it myself.

Nation

Nation Name
The name of of your nation. If your people speak a second language in conjunction with commontongue, give both versions of the name if it changes in translation.

Ethnic Peoples
The name your nation's people are referred to. If they have any pseudonyms or mild slurs they are commonly referred to by, add them as indents. Bear in mind that the continent has a homogeneously Anglican culture and ethnic makeup, with sparse differences based on geography.

Culture
This should be your biggest section. The cultural customs, imports, exports, styles of dress, favored foods, art, music, and other facets of your nation. Include everything from the customs (Raising hands instead of shaking them) to the reasons behind them (Originally to prevent disease, now customary.) If any districts of your culture are particularly different from the others, include that in indents, as well as any particular stereotypes or common views of your people. The more detail, the better. As mentioned, everyone is cut from the same Anglican cloth, but there are still differences from place to place.

History
The history of your nation -- Roots, involvement in The Great Uprising, the great house's founding, and so on. The five kingdoms were originally divided up by Ardall's five generals, though since then many have been usurped by a lesser house, so go with either backstory.

House

House Name
The surname of your ruling house. Over time and through the initial enforcement of the commontongue, all ruling houses have generally Anglican-sounding names, even if their country's native language is a borrowed European Language, Gaelic, or Welsh. If your house name is a compound word, go with something that sounds right besides in the heat of battle, so don't go with "Steelsword" or "Bloodfire" or things like that. You can sound plenty tough without being edgy: Blackpool, Thorne, and Graves are all names straight out of Medieval England. Hell, I'm kicking myself for wasting Blackpool on this example, but there it goes.

House Members
The house members we’ll see. Don’t worry about listing any quadruple-removed half-cousins.

House Words
The motto of your house, which encompasses their values or general theme somehow. Try to keep it short -- In ASOIAF, the longest house words were "Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken" and "Though All Men do Despise Us", the latter of which is pushing it in my opinion. Include the meaning of the words and any historical importance they have. The more metaphorical they can be, the better! Also, bonus brownie points if it's not just a vague boast/threat.

House Sigil
The description of your house's crest as you'd describe it to an armorer or historian. I'm not gonna make you use actual medieval terminology like "Salient Vert Ermine on a Chequey Field" because I'm not a complete nerd, and also because I don't want to call my house's bat sigil a "Flintermouse". Explanation of symbolism optional.

House Seat
The name of your castle/fort/holding. Include a brief description of its appearance and any components like escape tunnels, moats, special doors, or things like that which might bear mentioning so that it isn't godmoding if you use them to ninja out of assassination attempts in the future.

House Heirloom
The item passed down from father to son, or mother to daughter or whatever, in your house. This is usually a weapon like a sword or axe, though houses with more scholarly, argicultural, or magical origins pass down books, dowsing rods, harps, scythes, and other various items. Though small houses and great houses alike have heirlooms, the heirlooms of great houses are typically much older, and usually enchanted somehow. Such enchantments should be included in an indentation and not present an advantage so great it can be relied on to win every battle.

House Themes
Imagery, symbolism, and themes you’d like to use. This will essentially act as a guide for people writing dream-posts aimed at one of your characters, symbolism for me to use to foreshadow arcs and events you have in mind, and generally help the other roleplayers with your house's "theme". This can be simple or not. Go nuts, you crazy kids.

Capital City
An optional description of the city surrounding your House Seat. This is the least important section, but it gives us an idea of your nation's aristocracy/how hard you are to pillage/cool monuments you wanna describe.

Banner Houses
The low lords sworn to your house. Whether or not you include brief descriptions is optional, just include things most would know: Their name, perhaps their sigil, and occasional information on especially important banner houses. This section is only really important if you want to include weird specializations/you want to write about revolting low lords/you want to impress me for lacking in another part of the sheet

House Members

Picture goes here. If you're using one, use a real picture. Some characters will have weird facial details not transferable to readily-available pictures, so think of these as castings of Ardacia if it were a book; Similar and about what you’d expect from the written description, but kind of shinier, and trimmed of a few details.

“If you choose to give them a quote to reflect their personality, make sure to use it at some point in a solo post or collab. Otherwise, you may look like a tool.” – Deadbeatwalking

Name
Include titles. Heads of house are kings or queens, their children are princes and princesses, their siblings/cousins/distant relatives are lords and ladies. If you absolutely have to have a character with a famous nickname, try to have no more than one.

Age
It's basically the medieval times, so let's say the old age death limit is 70, and anything after that is pushing it.

Loyalty
Their house should be the first thing on this list, unless they've been disowned or something like that. After that would either be a woman's maiden house or any order that character is a member of, such as priesthood or knighthood.

Appearance
A description of their look, style of dress, and anything you'd notice being face-to-face with them. Gait, smell, hyperbolic comparisons, and so on.

Personality
Your character's mannerisms, traits, strengths, weaknesses, and so on. Include private details, and remember, the more realistic this person is, the better. Every member of your house should be a full-fledged person and not a two-dimensional caricature. Keeping in mind the setting, remember that there are few people who are completely good or completely bad.

History
As brief or as long as you'd like, describe your character's life. If they've all had uneventful lives (boo) just give a bulleted list of tidbits of their history that have shaped them/reinforce their personality.

Map

WIP

Themes

Power
Our story takes place during an interregnum, or a period of time where leadership is either changing, unclear, or missing. This is based on ASOIAF's power struggle after the death of Robert Baratheon, which is modeled after history's Great Interregnum. Much like ASOIAF and the Great Interregnum, the roleplay will have strategic weddings, betrayals, and be severely impacted by religious groups; history had The Holy Roman Church, Westeros had The Faith of The Seven, Ardacia has Yevism.

Tradition
In precarious times, people tend to either reaffirm their faith in moral codes, or abandon them completely. Such is the case in Ardacia, where the south sees waves of growth in panicking converts to The Church of Eirtu, and the north deals with mobs of rioting peasants who believe their world will soon end. The systems of order preserving humanity are being broken and rebuilt left and right.

Adapting
To put it bluntly, characters who survive are ones who adapt to the changes in society. In terms of imagery, many of Ardacia's wild animals are cited as being "fouler than they were ages ago", the implication being that only the strong survive in Ardacia.

Passion
Within all the scheming, plans, and politicking of the world, the one variable that can quickly turn the tides is passion. Love causes men to do irrational things, though this is not always romantic love -- The love of a new leader commoners share, The love of a land that is not one's home, The love of someone that a character can't be with, all of these things can undo plans laid by others seemingly out of nowhere, or beget new courses of action. Think Lysa Arryn and Petyr Baelish, Robb Stark and The Freys, Jaime and Cersei, and The High Sparrow and, well, peasants.

Light and Darkness
Duality's a cool theme, alright? I've been told Ice & Fire is already taken, so Night and Day will be the opposites invoked in Ardacia. Right off the bat, Ardacians worship the light in the darkness (The moon), an ancient religion of sun-worshippers being revived, and so on. See? Themes. Additionally, they're situated at the north pole, so whereas Westeros's geography was not-Britain, ours is more like not-Scandinavia. As a result, the shifting seasons have much longer days in the summer and much longer nights in the winter, as well as aurora borealis in the darkest skies.

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IC Information

Timeline

The First Age

The First Age

Also called "The Age of Beasts", this time in history refers to the centuries and centuries of history before the arrival of Ardall the Great. Though most of it is lost to time, scratchings in stone tablets, ruins of structures, and runes etched into the walls of shallow caves still give historians a glimpse into their life. The original peoples of Ardacia are known only as "Earthmen", who lived in huts made of packed earth and straw, rowed long boats made of hollowed trees, and hunted using spears and clubs. Though it is unknown where they originated from, given that Ardacia is fairly isolated, most believe that the Earthmen are the true natives of Ardacia who simply sprung from the ground after being created by Eirtu.

The Earthmen called Ardacia "Nokulikulk", which roughly translated to "Land that is not nothing". They had two dominant religions, one worshiping the sun as a god named Kameth, and another worshiping the moons as Eirtu and Elonar. Eventually, through a war known to the Earthmen as "The Great Eclipse", the sun worshipers were eradicated completely. This war was also the first fought completely with iron weapons rather than those of stone or wood.

The Earthmen were culturally very similar from the north to the south, with minor discrepancies based on what was more comfortable for the location -- Earthmen burned dung and fat for warmth, and mostly ate roots, wild vegetables, and whatever was slow enough to hunt. Aside from Northerners additionally eating Ice Hogs and Southerners additionally eating fruit, there were remarkably few differences in Earthmen from region to region. Unlearned in the commontongue, Earthmen spoke a lost language simply called "Oldtongue", which is only known as it was described in Ardall the Great's logs; 'A harsh language of consonants and throat-clearing tones that launch phlegm from their lips.'

The Age of Beasts was brought to an end by the arrival of Ardall the Great, also called Ardall the Conqueror. Though outnumbered by natives, Ardall's use of horses, steel, and a unified military quickly allowed him to conquer the entirety of the continent in just under a decade. He named his land Ardacia, crowned himself Emperor, and appointed several of his generals as lords to rule the land in his stead.

The Second Age

The Second Age

Also referred to as "The Age of The Empire" this time frame is the smallest of the three ages, spanning only from Ardall the Great's landing in Ardacia, to the death of his great-grandson and subsequent fall of the empire three generations later. Though the shortest age, it is the most consequential in terms of innovations and inventions. Upon Ardall's complete conquering of the continent, he divided the continent five ways, leaving Rhaetia to his firstborn son and the rest of Ardacia to his four generals. The Ardacian Empire created Ardacia's first code of laws, erected mighty cities, and brought horses and an array of different vegetation to the sparse continent. Sewer systems, irrigation, glass windows, churches, knighthood, taxation, and other features of a civilized society were brought by Ardall as well, though glass making was technically brought by Hasin al Jakosh'ei, one of Ardall's lesser generals. Whether it is said Ardall was kind or cruel is hotly contested, though few argue that the man was not a genius.

Ardall was not the only great innovator in the ranks of Ardacia's imperial family. His son, Gideon Arda, created The Mage's Guild and perfected the Ardacian Calendar, and his son, Terrance Arda, made it his life's work to create wells in each of Ardacia's inland towns, from the largest cities to smallest villages. It was not until the fourth Emperor, Brandon Arda, also known as The Crow King, that Ardall's legacy would come to an end. Whereas his forefathers built aqueducts and charted the movement of celestial bodies, Brandon's only contribution to the Arda legacy was the Ashen Arena, a massive coliseum built of huge slabs of black stone in the imperial city.

Famous for his comically mismatched gladitorial combat, Brandon frequently pitted clergymen, politicians, and members of his small council against one another, or wild beasts. Few dared speak out against his bloodlust for fear they would be sentenced to his vicious games next, though this was put to an end after Brandon famously had his aunt, the imperial treasurer and a widely loved philanthropist, face a dire crocodile in the Ashen Arena. Gertrude Arda's death is considered the catalyst for The Great Uprising, as each of the four other royal families were either connected or indebted to her at some time.

One by one, great houses began to form alliances and rally their banner houses, creating a unified army three times the size of the Imperial Army, which had already suffered a lack of support and funding to pay for Brandon's arena. After three years of siege, The Crow King earned the moniker he would have in death, and was forced to walk off of Crow's Cliff by his usurpers. With the Imperial seat empty, it was decided by the great house leaders that none would sit on it -- Ardacia had already known one leader who grew mad with power, and there was no reason to try with a new line. From this point on, the lords of Ardacia styled themselves king, and The Age of The Empire was brought to an end.

The Third Age

The Third Age

Also called "The Age of Kings", this was Ardacia's longest age, spanning from the end of The Great Uprising to very recently -- The Godfall. This age has had few technological advancements, though it has seen the most change in great houses and low houses alike, from lines being ended in conflicts to lands and titles being given for deeds. With the removal of the empire, the vast churches and temples created for Ardall's foreign god were refurbished for the worship of Eirtu and Elonar, while Imperial laws were simply altered to give the Yevist church the power once held by an emperor. During its time it was known as "The Age of Ashes", named for the frequent bookburning of Imperial texts and decrees, as well as the destruction of the few outposts that had been loyal to the empire during The Great Uprising.

Aside from the revival of Yevism and the abolishment of many Imperial laws and customs, The Third Age is known for its distaste and denial of magic, and seemingly every branch of spirituality that is not Yevistic. Many Imperial records, texts, and scientific discoveries have been lost to bonfires set immediately after the end of The Great Uprising. Despite the passionately anti-Imperial mindset of the era, some traces of Imperial culture still shine through today -- The eggs of black hens are considered unfit to eat by many for no reason other than "wholesomeness", for example, though the source of this superstition lies in the Church of Staloth, Ardall the Conquerer's faith.

The Age of Kings was brought to an end with the destruction of Elonar's Moon, a month prior to the IC starting. Some argue that they live in The Fourth Age, The Age of Eirtu, though others argue that it is not worth considering due to the imminence of the world ending. Regardless, The Age of Kings was not ended by the folly of a king or war with another nation as many predicted it might, but the actions of celestial bodies and man's superstitions surrounding them.

Glossary

Geography

The Isle of Gideon
The location of the former Imperial capital and the original seat of House Arda, named for Ardall's son born on his ship during the voyage. Geographically, it is the small island in between The Island of Bread and Ardacia itself. Its western port is guarded by Black Brothers, who are responsible for the upkeep of the Island of Bread and the transport of its prisoners.

The Island of Bread
The Island of Bread was cleared of trees by Ardall after his landing and turned into a massive farm that became the breadbasket of the imperial capital and a major food source for all of Ardacia. After The Great Uprising, it was essentially abandoned and used as a colony for criminals, political exiles, and the diseased. As it was cleared of trees by House Arda for farming, the only vegetation left is the overgrown remnants of Ardall's farms and a few sparse trees grown from seeds carried by bird droppings. Despite its name, most sentenced to live in it starve, giving it the nickname "The Island of Dread".

The Singing Sea
The northern sea of Ardacia, named for the creaking whines of ice floes pressing up against the coast. According to cave writing from The First Age, Earthmen believed the whining noise was caused by the souls of sailors trapped under the ice -- This tells us Earthmen believed in souls and were able to craft sails. Beyond The Singing Sea lies a massive ice mass simply known as "The Frozen Sea". In the spring, summer, and fall, northern sailors are sought after for their skilled abilities to maneuver around the thousands of ice floes in the singing sea. In the winter, the singing sea has too many ice floes to dock ships, and either freezes over and connects to the frozen sea or becomes an unsailable slurry of ice and brine.

The Frozen Sea
The frozen sea, as most refer to it, is the planet's northern cap. Contrary to popular belief, it is not an icy landmass, but a single glacier that has remained frozen since the beginning of the first age. It is devoid of all life -- there are no animals, plants, or minerals to be found, simply miles and miles of unending flat ice. All Ardacians who have studied The Frozen Sea return snowblind and and missing more extremities than they have kept.

The Conquerer's Sea
The southern sea of Ardacia, named for Ardall the Conquerer's first arrival in Ardacia's southwest region. It is considerably less choppy than The Singing Sea and The Green Sea, but not as pleasant as The Sunrise Sea.

The Sunrise Sea
Named for its views of the eastern sunrise, this is Ardacia's calmest sea, known for its fishing and many trade routes.

Groups & Orders

Yevism
The official and less common name for The Church of Eirtu, named for Eirtu's supposed prophet during The Age of Beasts, Yev Yan. The faith's essential beliefs are that Eirtu is the divine creator of the world, who watches the world from the moon with his wife Elonar, the second moon and goddess of Yevism. Whereas Eirtu is prayed for generally everything, Elonar is specifically prayed to for women giving birth, children who are ill, and the survival of crops -- the prayers which are most important. Yevist clergymen are known as "Black Brothers" for the colors of their robes, which are grey when they are given to them and gradually blackened with dirt and rain as the brother becomes more experienced. The leader of the Yevist faith is known as the High Brother.

The Mage's Guild
Ardacia's order of alchemists, which serve high houses and low houses loyally. A mage usually only specializes in one field, such as medicine or architecture, and so great houses usually have several mages, while low houses usually only have one or two. Despite their name, chemistry and astronomy are the closest the mages get to performing magic.

Church of Staloth
The religion brought by Ardall the Conqueror, which was Ardacia's official religion during the second age. It has a complex hierarchy of mercurial, vengeful, and frequently incestuous gods, who are said to live on the plane of Stalotheim. Due to the widespread bookburning and propaganda against all things imperial during the third age, few know what details of the religion are truth or lies.

Children of Kammeth
The Children of Kammeth are a cult in northern Ardacia preaching about the certainty of an apocalypse following the Godfall. Although originally little more than a group of Yevists going through a particularly self-destructive crisis of faith, the group has evolved into a recreation of the ancient sun-worshipping faith of the cannibalistic Earthmen driven to extinction during The Great Eclipse.

The Knight's Order
Also known as The Knights of Eirtu, Ardacia's knights are the protectors of its land, people, and laws. Considered a goal for peasantry and acceptable path for a second or third-born son, knights typically come in three forms; Sworn Swords, who typically guard one person such as a king or queen, Landed Knights, who have proved themselves and now own portions of land in the same manner as a low lord, and Hedge Knights, who wander Ardacia in search of lands where they are needed most. Many knights don a personal sigil, which frequently references a deed they are famous for, good or bad.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜

Gonna be pushing that interest search, so show me some WIP's/concepts to retain my undying affections.

𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

Got bored. Made post nametags. Will probably fix them.
_{Still working on the corkboard pictures I swear}

oh shit i missed an n in lynnette god damn it

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"Jesus christ you're big. Mike, come look at this guy."

Poole did not turn. He winced for a moment, considering the flippant use of the big J's name, but the man's drunken tone didn't sound like enough importance to address for a proper conversation. After all, he had just paid the jukebox all of the remaining post-soda coins in his pocket. This jukebox, like many others on Mars, was connected to the planet's wireless internet, and the daunting challenge of picking a song out of every song had only just now dawned on Poole. At times like this, he would usually revert to an old classic. Something meaningful, and yet, not something somebody else in the bar would pay to skip. Something uplifting for the crew, even.

"Play 'Spirit in the Sky'."

"YOU HAVE SELECTED, SPIRIT IN THE SKY, RECORDED BY NORMAN GREENBAUM, 1969. CONFIRM SELECTION?"

"Confirm."

"NOW PLAYING."

Nodding to the song's low, steady riff, Poole turned back to return to his crew and soda. Or, so he had expected to. Instead, he was met by the voice that had addressed him, and whoever Mike was. He wasn't sure which was which. Both were men in their twenties, one with long hair and a red leather jacket, and the other with a dark blue mohawk and white denim vest. Both had a considerable number of piercings and tattoos, each of worsening levels of infection. The one in the red jacket had "STABYA" spelled down the zipper of his jacket in letterman jackets, whereas his vest-wearing partner had "ALL COPS CAN DIE" tattooed in faded blue letters on his hairline. In Poole's experience, men who decorated themselves with outright lettering instead of symbolism were usually dumb enough to mean the things they conveyed. Take himself, for instance. Neither gave Poole the look he knew people gave when they wanted to fight someone, though all things considered, there were better-looking duos to be approached by. The long-haired youth seemed excited, whereas the one with the mohawk only gave him a steely gaze. He was probably Mike.

"Goddamn, you must bench half a ton, eh?" said the skinnier, long-haired punk. In the corner of his mouth, he chewed a light-up toothpick, glowing from top to bottom with dim red lights not unlike a deli sign.

"Why do they keep making more things light up?", Poole absent-mindedly thought to himself.

"That I do. Try not to take his name in vain, brother." Poole said with a faint smile, walking past the two. Compliments made him uncomfortable, but moreso than compliments, the kid in the mohawk was making him uncomfortable. His friend just seemed like a frat boy trying to befriend a scary tattooed guy and look cool, but Mike was not. Mike was looking at him with an odd squint, as if Poole had one of those impossible triangle optical illusions tattooed on his face. Not enough to start a fight over, but certainly enough to make him wary. Kids and their phones were no friend to an old guy like Poole.

"Hahaha, cool man, I like that. My name's Zay." The long-haired punk chuckled, extending a hand to Poole.

"Nice to meet you, Zay." Poole shook his hand by the wrist with a loose grip, where a concealed knife would have been. South Mars and North Titan where the only two spots in the solar system to put him on edge, and as it stood, they were in the middle of South-Flippin'-Mars. Poole began to bob to the music he had put on once more, beginning to turn away.

"That's Mike over there." Zay said, slightly raising his voice over the music. He pointed to his friend, who remained perplexedly looking at Poole. Never a good sign. Poole gave Mike a nod, and continued walking to the crew. He regretted not taking a seat, opting to hover and pace when they arrived. Now, all he could do was lean on the bar and not make eye contact. Besides, it seemed like something happened with Jeremiah. That boy was always on his keister in the dirt, and today was no exception.

"Sir, do you see my glasses?" The bartender had asked the ship's linguist through a thick accent, holding up a horizontally-ribbed highball glass. "My glasses all are this shape, yes? You drink milk, the milk gets in the glass, and it becomes cheese, sir. I cannot clean it. You buy a real drink or you and the funky bunch get out of my Shaggy Yak. Your giant not even order anything."

"And you are?" Poole heard behind him, Zay having appeared out of the sparse crowd. Poole remained silent, watching the scene unfold, bobbing his head as if the music had drowned Zay out. He tapped him on the back twice.

"I didn't get your name."

"Poole."

Zay nodded, calling the bartender over with two fingers. "Let me get a beer for my new friend Poole, barkeep."

Poole shook his head, forcing a smile. "I don't drink."

Before Zay could respond, Mike approached him from the crowd, offering up his first bit of input to the conversation. His voice was low and hushed, with the gravel of a man who had been smoking for twice as long as Poole had been alive.

"You know anybody named Al?"

Poole looked at Mike with a confused glint in his eye, processing all of his options as quickly as he could.

"The ape?" Mike continued, with less of a question in his tone and more of an affirmative reminder.

"Meet me in the bathroom." Poole said quietly. Zay and Mike looked to one another with a shrug, and began making their way to the restroom. Poole sighed, turning back to the scene that had unfolded at the bar. Jeremiah was making his way back to the waking world, and Lynette seemed to have pacified the barkeep somewhat.

"Lemme get one of those sodas, bartender." Poole grumbled, turning to Xaara.

"I'll be right back, I gotta take a leak. I think we should leave soon."

With that, he stood up and pushed his stool in, patting the large shipping pilot on the back as he did so with a thin smile. As always, something was very wrong, and there was nary a thing he could say to the crew about it without fielding a survey of questions. Gone were the good old days of people not asking about a man's past. Whether or not he liked it, Poole was not alive in the age of pirates, gunslingers, bootleggers, or bikers. Poole was alive in the age of registries, facial recognition, and databanks that could turn every stone from a person's life.

The bathroom was about as filthy as Poole expected it to be, with two lockless stalls halfway closed, a heavily-graffiti'd mirror, and an aroma that seemed to say "Every square inch of this room has had urine on it." The floor was a maze of cracks and stains, whereas even the ceiling was lined with many thick, leaky pipes. Zay sat on the ledge of a grated-over window, while Mike leaned on the sole sink. Both looked pretty pleased with themselves. Both were holding blades. Poole suddenly understood the "STABYA" jacket.

"You're quite a name in these parts, but I can see why you changed it." Mike said, lifting himself from the sink.

"What do you want?" Poole asked, staring down his opponent. Fear was the mind-killer that won battles, not knives. Only the fear of them that makes the unarmed strike half-heartedly.

"I know the feds already got your bounty, but the rat-cheese Jozo wo-"

This was as far as Mike got before being kicked in the face. Already having sized up his odds, by the time he understood Mike's intentions at "rat-cheese", Poole leapt up and grabbed one of the thicker pipes as if to do a chin-up, kicking Mike square in the jaw with both heels like a kangaroo, sending him crashing backwards into Zay.

Zay, who was more prepared to extort hush-money from an ex-criminal than actually fight that ex-criminal, dropped his knife, pushing the unconscious body of his partner in crime to the side. "Please, Al -- Poole, whatever, please, man."

His pleas were met with a swift palm to the face, sending his neck flopping backwards and the back of his head onto the wall. Knocked out just as quickly as his friend. Or killed. Poole wasn't one to ponder on things like that. Before Poole could deliver a clever one-liner, he frisked the two of them, procuring two old-fashioned flip phones and snapping them, tossing the remaining plastic chunks at the stall next to him. Instead of the sound of phone-bits hitting tile, he heard an audible "Ow". His head snapped to the side.

There were two balding salarymen in the stall next to him, one in a state of undress, and the other in a state of being on his knees with a dude's willy in his hand. Poole wasn't sure what to do in situations like this, and so a beat of silent eye contact passed before he could say anything.

"I won't tell if you guys don't tell."

"Hai."

Poole gave the pair a curt nod, and left the bathroom, fighting the urge to make a beeline for the exit. Instead, he casually made his way back to the bar, even singing along to the "I've got a friend in Jesus" chorus of the song he had selected, mumbling most of the words that came after that.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna head back to the ship. This place is a little too shaggy for me, and we've got time and money to make up. By the time you're back I should have something cooking on the bounty-comm." He placed a few coins on the bar, taking his can of soda with a nod to the bartender and making his way to the front door.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜

@bloonewb Reread the geo-glossary. You just called dibs on leper island.

EDIT: But by all means, you can be a seaside house in charge of the Island of Bread/upkeep/black brother stuff. Like the Starks and The Wall, but with dysentery instead of convicts.