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Apologies for the lack of posts from me lately folks, starting up a new RP is busy work. I'll definitely try and get one up for this tonight though, maybe tomorrow if that doesn't quite pan out...
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Through some crazy fluke of fate, that crazy scottish guy above me is one of those well informed ones....
Spirits help us all.
Spirits help us all.
1 year ago…
The sun was just reaching the Ilium horizon, framing the cityscape of Nos Astra in bright orange and gold hues and filling the Skyline Club with a rich, languid atmosphere. Modern Merchant Prince and entrepreneur extraordinaire, Khel Zhar was seated at a table facing the sunset, relaxed, yet dignified, despite the fact that his large Krogan frame was clearly too big for the chair. In his hand, an elegant fluted glass of Asari design, filled with a pale Asari wine.
The Skyline Club was situated on the top floor of a tower in central Nos Astra, and consisted of a high class bar and restaurant. It existed to serve the very rich, providing a safe, neutral meeting place, or just a place for them to relax away from the pressures of maintaining their fortune. For Zhar, it provided a pleasant atmosphere for meeting prospective business partners, whether they were among the elite as he was or if they were far lower. For the former the environment would relax them and help them to underestimate the Krogan. For the later the air of wealth would intimidate them. Whichever it was, it gave Khel Zhar the edge.
This particular evening Zhar had set up a meeting with a Salarian fringe miner. He had arrived early, as ever, to nurse his drink and enjoy the view in a brief respite from his work before making a deal. That time of respite had ended five minutes ago, but the Salarian had still not arrived. It did not particularly bother Zhar either way, he had plenty of money and there would always be another buyer if this one never showed, though he would of course use the lateness against the Salarian. Just because he had more money than he knew what to do with didn’t mean he wouldn’t bleed every credit he could from a buyer. One could never have too many credits after all.
Zhar had just finished off the glass when the small, weedy looking Salarian arrived, wearing a suit that was clearly rented. He chuckled softly to himself as the Salarian looked around the room, an amusing mix of awe and intimidation on the mans oval face, no doubt inspired by the clientele of the club. Some of them were quite well known, even beyond Ilium. Many of them were more well known than Zhar was, but he liked it that way. He had found over the years that the more famous one was, the harder it was to get anything of note done, though, ironically, one could also get away with crime with far less severe punishments..
Zhar waved the Salarian over then, before the little man did anything he would regret. Technically in order to allow his clients into the Skyline Club Zhar often had to make them his personal guests, which meant he was responsible for them and their actions. When the Salarian reached Zhars table, he immediately started speaking, in the same too quick manner their kind were prone to. “Uh, Hello. I’m Jaelan, I’m looking for a Mister Zhar. Is that you?” Zhar could tell already that the Salarian, Jaelan, was right where he wanted him. Maybe even a little too cowed. “I am.” Zhar said simply, motioning for the Salarian to sit as he did so. “Would you like a drink?” He asked, his voice deep but not quite booming, with a smooth trait to it that most Krogan lacked. He had to order himself another drink anyway, may as well be civil and give Jaelan a taste of the high life too.
“Um, yes?” Jaelan managed, staring at the massive form of Zhar. “I had heard the rumours… but I didn’t believe… You’re really a Krogan?” Zhar let the corner of his large mouth curl almost imperceptibly. It still amused him how people reacted to the idea of a Krogan being not only an intelligence broker but a successful businessman as well. Still, he ignored the ridiculous question. Just because he was being civil didn’t mean he wanted to indulge in small talk with this nobody Salarian. “I was beginning to think you didn’t really want my services. Despite how crucial they are to your enterprise.” His tone remained cordial, even conversational, even with the lightly implied threat. It all contributed to the off balancing of the man opposite him. Not to mention it was fun.
“I, um, uh…” stammered the Salarian before Zhar cut him off. “Tell me what exactly it is you want Jaelan.” For a moment, the Salarian seemed to be trying to figure out whether he was being asked about which drink he preferred or what information he wanted to buy. That question was answered for him when an Asari waitress arrived at the table and formally placed two more full glasses on the table before wordlessly leaving. Jaelan considered for a moment before answering. “I want the location of rich, untapped Iridium sites in the Terminus systems. I want it to be remote and far from areas patrolled by pirates, and I want it all so that I can get rich and retire.” Zhars eyes lit up as he mentally sifted through the possibilities. “Thats the spirit. I do like an enthusiastic client.”
Silence as Zhar took his new glass and sipped it. The Salarian reached out for his own glass, but withdrew his hand when Zhar raised his omni tool. A few deft taps and it projected the image of a barren, gently rotating planet above it, along with mineralogical survey results. “This one should be to your liking.” Zhar said, allowing the Salarian to look over the projection for a moment. Jaelan looked over the figures with a trained eye - he may not be cut out for this locale but Zhar could tell he was reasonably competent with his chosen job. “Yes that will do nicely. And you’re sure no-one else knows?”
The familiarity of what he was looking at was obviously giving Jaelan some courage. Still, that question was slightly insulting. Zhar simply looked at him and stated “That assurance is covered in the price.” He sipped his drink again before adding “I will forward you the precise coordinates once the payment arrives. Until then, please, enjoy the hospitality of this place.” He said, rising from the chair to walk to the window and enjoy the sunset. The deal was done.
Present Day…
“Have you heard the news?” Arleya’s musical voice trilled softly in Zhar’s ear as her arm wrapped around his bulky form. He stood on the top floor of the penthouse of Colu tower, his home, surveying the Illium sunrise, a simple pleasure he often partook in before beginning with his day proper. Normally he would do so in silence, sometimes with Arleya at his side, sometimes alone, but today was special. Today his agents had confirmed the rumour that had been circulating the Terminus for a number of days. A Prothean artifact had been discovered. “Yes. It truly amazes me to think that such a small man as Jaelan could have discovered such a thing.” Zhar had been quite surprised when he had found out the artifacts location. A planet he had essentially sold to an insignificant Salarian in search of a quick fortune. If either of them had realised quite the extent of the fortune on the planet, the exchange of credits would probably have been considerably larger. Still, there it was.
“So Jaelan has the artifact.” Arleya stated. There was no need to phrase it as a question. There was no doubt that the Salarian would be plotting some way to move the priceless find even now. “No need to guess as to what he’ll do with it.” Zhar said. “The only question worth asking now…” Zhar was cut off by Arleya then “Is what we are going to do about it.” With that, Zhar turned slowly from the sunrise to look at Arleya’s brilliant blue face, the edges of his large mouth curling into a smile, such as it was for a Krogan. The glint in his eye at the prospect of profit was clear, and Arleya couldn’t help but smile as well, planting a kiss on the leathery skin of his cheek. “We can decide later.” She said mirthfully. “First, lets celebrate our latest venture.”
“In other news, the Citadel Council has recently denied reports of a Prothean artifact being discovered in the Terminus systems, calling them ‘rumours spread by attention seeking treasure hunters.’ Recent actions by major organisations in the Terminus suggest otherwise - this reporter thinks the Artifact is very real, and the council doesn’t want us to have it. To all the organisations out there hunting the artifact, good for you. Its about time the council shared their toys with the rest of us.
I’m Toruk, and this is Omega News.”
The sun was just reaching the Ilium horizon, framing the cityscape of Nos Astra in bright orange and gold hues and filling the Skyline Club with a rich, languid atmosphere. Modern Merchant Prince and entrepreneur extraordinaire, Khel Zhar was seated at a table facing the sunset, relaxed, yet dignified, despite the fact that his large Krogan frame was clearly too big for the chair. In his hand, an elegant fluted glass of Asari design, filled with a pale Asari wine.
The Skyline Club was situated on the top floor of a tower in central Nos Astra, and consisted of a high class bar and restaurant. It existed to serve the very rich, providing a safe, neutral meeting place, or just a place for them to relax away from the pressures of maintaining their fortune. For Zhar, it provided a pleasant atmosphere for meeting prospective business partners, whether they were among the elite as he was or if they were far lower. For the former the environment would relax them and help them to underestimate the Krogan. For the later the air of wealth would intimidate them. Whichever it was, it gave Khel Zhar the edge.
This particular evening Zhar had set up a meeting with a Salarian fringe miner. He had arrived early, as ever, to nurse his drink and enjoy the view in a brief respite from his work before making a deal. That time of respite had ended five minutes ago, but the Salarian had still not arrived. It did not particularly bother Zhar either way, he had plenty of money and there would always be another buyer if this one never showed, though he would of course use the lateness against the Salarian. Just because he had more money than he knew what to do with didn’t mean he wouldn’t bleed every credit he could from a buyer. One could never have too many credits after all.
Zhar had just finished off the glass when the small, weedy looking Salarian arrived, wearing a suit that was clearly rented. He chuckled softly to himself as the Salarian looked around the room, an amusing mix of awe and intimidation on the mans oval face, no doubt inspired by the clientele of the club. Some of them were quite well known, even beyond Ilium. Many of them were more well known than Zhar was, but he liked it that way. He had found over the years that the more famous one was, the harder it was to get anything of note done, though, ironically, one could also get away with crime with far less severe punishments..
Zhar waved the Salarian over then, before the little man did anything he would regret. Technically in order to allow his clients into the Skyline Club Zhar often had to make them his personal guests, which meant he was responsible for them and their actions. When the Salarian reached Zhars table, he immediately started speaking, in the same too quick manner their kind were prone to. “Uh, Hello. I’m Jaelan, I’m looking for a Mister Zhar. Is that you?” Zhar could tell already that the Salarian, Jaelan, was right where he wanted him. Maybe even a little too cowed. “I am.” Zhar said simply, motioning for the Salarian to sit as he did so. “Would you like a drink?” He asked, his voice deep but not quite booming, with a smooth trait to it that most Krogan lacked. He had to order himself another drink anyway, may as well be civil and give Jaelan a taste of the high life too.
“Um, yes?” Jaelan managed, staring at the massive form of Zhar. “I had heard the rumours… but I didn’t believe… You’re really a Krogan?” Zhar let the corner of his large mouth curl almost imperceptibly. It still amused him how people reacted to the idea of a Krogan being not only an intelligence broker but a successful businessman as well. Still, he ignored the ridiculous question. Just because he was being civil didn’t mean he wanted to indulge in small talk with this nobody Salarian. “I was beginning to think you didn’t really want my services. Despite how crucial they are to your enterprise.” His tone remained cordial, even conversational, even with the lightly implied threat. It all contributed to the off balancing of the man opposite him. Not to mention it was fun.
“I, um, uh…” stammered the Salarian before Zhar cut him off. “Tell me what exactly it is you want Jaelan.” For a moment, the Salarian seemed to be trying to figure out whether he was being asked about which drink he preferred or what information he wanted to buy. That question was answered for him when an Asari waitress arrived at the table and formally placed two more full glasses on the table before wordlessly leaving. Jaelan considered for a moment before answering. “I want the location of rich, untapped Iridium sites in the Terminus systems. I want it to be remote and far from areas patrolled by pirates, and I want it all so that I can get rich and retire.” Zhars eyes lit up as he mentally sifted through the possibilities. “Thats the spirit. I do like an enthusiastic client.”
Silence as Zhar took his new glass and sipped it. The Salarian reached out for his own glass, but withdrew his hand when Zhar raised his omni tool. A few deft taps and it projected the image of a barren, gently rotating planet above it, along with mineralogical survey results. “This one should be to your liking.” Zhar said, allowing the Salarian to look over the projection for a moment. Jaelan looked over the figures with a trained eye - he may not be cut out for this locale but Zhar could tell he was reasonably competent with his chosen job. “Yes that will do nicely. And you’re sure no-one else knows?”
The familiarity of what he was looking at was obviously giving Jaelan some courage. Still, that question was slightly insulting. Zhar simply looked at him and stated “That assurance is covered in the price.” He sipped his drink again before adding “I will forward you the precise coordinates once the payment arrives. Until then, please, enjoy the hospitality of this place.” He said, rising from the chair to walk to the window and enjoy the sunset. The deal was done.
Present Day…
“Have you heard the news?” Arleya’s musical voice trilled softly in Zhar’s ear as her arm wrapped around his bulky form. He stood on the top floor of the penthouse of Colu tower, his home, surveying the Illium sunrise, a simple pleasure he often partook in before beginning with his day proper. Normally he would do so in silence, sometimes with Arleya at his side, sometimes alone, but today was special. Today his agents had confirmed the rumour that had been circulating the Terminus for a number of days. A Prothean artifact had been discovered. “Yes. It truly amazes me to think that such a small man as Jaelan could have discovered such a thing.” Zhar had been quite surprised when he had found out the artifacts location. A planet he had essentially sold to an insignificant Salarian in search of a quick fortune. If either of them had realised quite the extent of the fortune on the planet, the exchange of credits would probably have been considerably larger. Still, there it was.
“So Jaelan has the artifact.” Arleya stated. There was no need to phrase it as a question. There was no doubt that the Salarian would be plotting some way to move the priceless find even now. “No need to guess as to what he’ll do with it.” Zhar said. “The only question worth asking now…” Zhar was cut off by Arleya then “Is what we are going to do about it.” With that, Zhar turned slowly from the sunrise to look at Arleya’s brilliant blue face, the edges of his large mouth curling into a smile, such as it was for a Krogan. The glint in his eye at the prospect of profit was clear, and Arleya couldn’t help but smile as well, planting a kiss on the leathery skin of his cheek. “We can decide later.” She said mirthfully. “First, lets celebrate our latest venture.”
“In other news, the Citadel Council has recently denied reports of a Prothean artifact being discovered in the Terminus systems, calling them ‘rumours spread by attention seeking treasure hunters.’ Recent actions by major organisations in the Terminus suggest otherwise - this reporter thinks the Artifact is very real, and the council doesn’t want us to have it. To all the organisations out there hunting the artifact, good for you. Its about time the council shared their toys with the rest of us.
I’m Toruk, and this is Omega News.”
I am shortly going to post the first IC post.
For those of you accepted, you may begin immediately - list is on the second post, repeated here under the hider for convenience.
For those of you not yet accepted, worry not. There is little advantage gained overall by those accepted, as very few people know the whereabouts of the Artifact yet, and by the time its location is public knowledge, you will've been accepted or very close to it. Until the date of acceptance, everyone is still free to work on prior relationships and such, including changing entries in their sheets even if they are accepted - within reason of course.
For those of you accepted, you may begin immediately - list is on the second post, repeated here under the hider for convenience.
For those of you not yet accepted, worry not. There is little advantage gained overall by those accepted, as very few people know the whereabouts of the Artifact yet, and by the time its location is public knowledge, you will've been accepted or very close to it. Until the date of acceptance, everyone is still free to work on prior relationships and such, including changing entries in their sheets even if they are accepted - within reason of course.
This latest history looks much better Rare!
I think home-field advantage could be enough to defeat a Blood-pack assault, though don't count them out forever. They don't like being defeated and they're gonna hold a grudge. Perhaps change 'and they never would attack again' to something along the lines of 'and they have not attacked since.'
Other than that, I suggest you begin to work on your characters.
I think home-field advantage could be enough to defeat a Blood-pack assault, though don't count them out forever. They don't like being defeated and they're gonna hold a grudge. Perhaps change 'and they never would attack again' to something along the lines of 'and they have not attacked since.'
Other than that, I suggest you begin to work on your characters.
I feel the desire to start announcing certain game mechanics relating to the 'living world' aspect of my game, as they may very soon become pertinent.
Every so often, there will be news broadcasts from one of the many major news networks, not unlike the one at the very top of the OP.
They shall (hopefully) add a bit of humour while also providing a vital aspect in information distribution ICly - anything on the news is known by all characters as soon as its broadcast. It is highly likely this will be where any GM notes go as well (underneath it in a hider for immersion purposes of course).
These broadcasts may occasionally contain reports on player actions! If someone has done something in such a way as to be both newsworthy and easy for the reporters to know about, you can be sure the whole galaxy will know about it pretty quickly.
They may also serve as an announcing point for any mishaps that occur... and they most certainly will occur. Stay tuned for more on that.
Every so often, there will be news broadcasts from one of the many major news networks, not unlike the one at the very top of the OP.
They shall (hopefully) add a bit of humour while also providing a vital aspect in information distribution ICly - anything on the news is known by all characters as soon as its broadcast. It is highly likely this will be where any GM notes go as well (underneath it in a hider for immersion purposes of course).
These broadcasts may occasionally contain reports on player actions! If someone has done something in such a way as to be both newsworthy and easy for the reporters to know about, you can be sure the whole galaxy will know about it pretty quickly.
They may also serve as an announcing point for any mishaps that occur... and they most certainly will occur. Stay tuned for more on that.
For those interested, my own sheet is now complete and located here.
If you're wondering why Zhar's history seems kinda incomplete, its because it is. He is one of my oldest characters on the Guild and has a very long history, much of which does not pertain to this RP, and so has been left out for the moment. Incidentally, the desire to use him in the proper setting is one of my major inspirations in creating this RP. Thus, he can be thanked for the existance of this entire thread.
With that announcement, the only thing remaining to do is to complete the first IC post. Then its off to do more sheet reviews. Busy is the life of a new-GM.
If you're wondering why Zhar's history seems kinda incomplete, its because it is. He is one of my oldest characters on the Guild and has a very long history, much of which does not pertain to this RP, and so has been left out for the moment. Incidentally, the desire to use him in the proper setting is one of my major inspirations in creating this RP. Thus, he can be thanked for the existance of this entire thread.
With that announcement, the only thing remaining to do is to complete the first IC post. Then its off to do more sheet reviews. Busy is the life of a new-GM.
Rare a long history is absolutely fine.
As demonstrated by Mosis, length is no issue in sheet creation. In fact if the detail is there in your mind, I encourage you to get it down on (figurative) paper - its hard to have too much detail!
I may bitch about having to read long apps, but really I do enjoy them :)
As demonstrated by Mosis, length is no issue in sheet creation. In fact if the detail is there in your mind, I encourage you to get it down on (figurative) paper - its hard to have too much detail!
I may bitch about having to read long apps, but really I do enjoy them :)
My first thought upon looking at your sheet:
Salarian goodness!
- Nice to see a bit more racial diversity in leaders.
I'm not so great with names myself, but i'll give it a shot. Adding this to the list of reviews to do.
I've been working on back-end stuff and the first IC post today folks, which is why the reviews have been tardy in their speed. Your patience has brought us closer to final launch however.
Salarian goodness!
- Nice to see a bit more racial diversity in leaders.
I'm not so great with names myself, but i'll give it a shot. Adding this to the list of reviews to do.
I've been working on back-end stuff and the first IC post today folks, which is why the reviews have been tardy in their speed. Your patience has brought us closer to final launch however.
I just realised I didn't actually answer your question in all that Pepperm1nts. You may have corvettes, you may also have frigates and fighters, though numbers depend on what kind of organisation you're going for. I'd say that Corvettes and fighters could both have in atmosphere stealth capabilities, although given how much of this will be taking place in space, I'm not too sure how useful they'll be. Thats no reason not to have them though, and I look forward to seeing what you come up with.
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