Vahir

Darkness Within (A Dark themed rp)

You know, Kipling may not have been wrong about everything...

(My IC post's up! You guys should like it.)

Darkness Within (A Dark themed rp)

Elsewhere, in the Carlisle family Mansion...

"My lord, would you please calm down? There's no reason for such behavior."

Lord Cheswen stared at Edwyn Carlisle, seemingly stupefied by his calm and serene air. He was a small, fat noble, at least a foot shorter than the young Earl of Trethclyde, even though he was older by a good twenty years. If he had been angry before, now he was in a rage. His pudgy face was swept by a wave of crimson as he puffed in anger. "Such behavior? Such behavior? You have no right to talk to me like that, boy! I'll have you in chains! No more words, no more polite dismissals, I will have my money back, and I will have it NOW!"

Edwyn sighed and shook his head, feigning a good-humored patience he did not feel. This was beginning to grind his nerves. His dear old Uncle, whose skill at drinking himself to a stupor wasn't matched by his financial acumen, had taken out a great deal of money indeed from Lord Cheswen while the former was managing the Carlisle estate. Naturally, Uncle Andrew never paid the man back, leaving the mess on Edwyn's shoulders. He had managed to deflect the nobles pressuring until the fool had stormed in the Carlisle manse and demanded that either the Carliles cover their kin's debt, or Uncle Andrew be turned over to the courts.

"Lord Cheswen, I will look into this personally, I assure you, but it would be unwise for you to see him at this moment. I will speak to my Uncle on your behalf-"

"None of that!" Cheswen cut in harshly. "I will see the man MYSELF, NOW!"

The Earl pursed his lips, and raised his hand in the air in a motion that cried, "I give up". "If it will get you to stop pestering me like this, then I suppose I must." He gave Cheswen a smirk, hoping to set the man at ease, and gestured towards the manse's staircase. "My uncle is, ah, recovering from merriment in our vault, where he does not risk tripping anyone."

Lord Cheswen seemed relieved, perhaps glad he did not have to follow through with the many threats he had uttered. "The vault? Yes, I see. Naturally. Will you, ah, lead the way?"

"Of course, my good lord." Edwyn smiled again.

* * * * *

They arrived at the vault after a short walk, taking a complex route through the manse's labyrinthine of corridors. "It stores our collective fortune," he explained to a puzzled Cheswen. "We cannot have a common vagabond steal his way in and find the vault."

"Yes, of course," Lord Cheswen said nervously, clearly intimidated by the unknown surroundings. Finally, they came upon a dead-end, blocked by a massive iron door a foot thick, with the Carlisle sigil on it. "This would be the vault," Edwyn explained.

"How does it open?" Cheswen asked.

"Easily enough. You forget, my family was sponsoring machinery science since its very dawn." Taking hold of a lever on the wall, he brought it down with a slam, and suddenly a symphony of creaking noises could be heard. The two sides of the door began to split apart, revealing a dank dark chamber within as they parted.

"Andrew Carlisle is in there?" Lord Cheswen asked skeptically.

"Oh, yes," Edwyn replied, flicking a small switch near the entrance of the vault, lighting a lamp system that illuminated the chamber. The wall safes, where the Carlisle family fortune once resided, were open and empty, without so much as a coin in the entire room. On the ground was the motionless figure of Andrew Carlisle.

"There you are, you miserable lout!" Lord Cheswen said, regaining his offended anger. He marched forward as Edwyn hung back. The lord overturned the body, and let out a muffled cry: Andrew had no more flesh, only his skeleton remaining. Only then did Cheswen notice the red stain on the room's floor, a legacy of old congealed blood.

"Wha... What the hell happened to him?" the fat lord exclaimed, in a shrill voice, still facing the corpse in front of him.

"He bored me," Edwyn replied nonchalantly. "Much in the same way as you do." Stepping forward, he slipped an ornatate knife out of his belt, and planted it sideways into the man's fat neck. Lord Cheswen made a lordly gurgle as his hands found his throat, pawing at the dagger, trying to grab it, before he collapsed on the floor, blood pulsing from the open artery. "I did warn you seeing him would be unwise," the Earl chastised the dying man, and turned to leave.

Suddenly, he felt a pinprick in his head, a kind of whistling that had grown louder and louder without him noticing it. Somehow, he knew what it meant: Lord Nixus had summoned him, and at such an inconvenient time, too. He looked down at his blouse, frowning at the stained mess the good Lord Cheswen had caused. How unfortunate; he couldn't present himself before Lord Nixus like this. He'd have to change. And get rid of the blouse. He shut the vault's door, locking the corpses within, and set himself to find something cleaner.

Edwyn made a silent wish that Nixus would have something interesting in store, because his day had been sadly unsatisfactory so far.

Rise of the Stars, a freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP

THE ROZARRIAN EMPIRE

National Anthem


"[...] Some would call us tyrants. They would say that we are oppressors, invaders, that we are merciless and cruel. These are words, lacking any meaning. There is but one simple truth, that they know all too well, and it is why they cower in their hovels as the Empire's legions march by: We are strong. They know this because we smashed their fleets! We burned their worlds! We chained their kings! We are Rozarrian, better than other men, stronger, faster, more intelligent, and the universe is ours for the taking! All hail Rozarria! All hail the Empire!"
-Emperor Leoric III-

Map

Government

Government Form: Absolute Monarchy

Head of State:
Emperor Leoric Rozarria III


The Emperor is in many ways the epitome of what it means to be Rozarrian. Though fifth in line for the throne upon the death of his father, the Emperor Leoric Rozarria II, the succession threw the Empire into chaos, as the heir designate tragically died en route to take the throne. One of his older brothers, Garland Rozarria II, took the throne instead, only to suffer from a debilitating illness that forces Leoric III to return to the capital with an armada, to rule while his brother recovered. Adding to the family's tragedies, his brother would succumb later to his illness. Emperor Leoric Rozarria III's reign has been characterized by an unusually harsh treatment of the Inferiors across the Empire, and a brutal repression of all dissent.

Designated Heir: Tandred Rozarria, Duke of Selaria

Succession: Although the Empire has male primogeniture as its official policy, in practice, imperial inheritance is a free-for-all, with a rule of thumb being that the man who sits on the throne first becomes the Emperor. This is far from a guarantee, however, as a rival with the support of the imperial factions can dethrone the unlucky prince easily. Therefore, even while the Emperor is still alive, his children compete viciously for his throne, courting the major kingmakers of the Empire.

Culture

Ethnicity: The primary ethnicity of the empire is Rozarrian, with all other ethnic groups being considered sub-human, and placed at the bottom of a strict caste system.

Caste System: Rozarrian society is strictly divided into castes. Those who are born in one caste must die in it. At the very peak of the Imperial structure are royals, those fortunate enough to have been born with the blood of an Emperor. They are venerated almost as gods in the flesh, and their word is law. Below them are the nobility, whose family names guarantee them power and wealth. Next are the Imperial citizens, the common Rozarrians. Though not given the favoritism of the nobility, they have many rights and protections under the law, and may serve as officers in the military.

Finally, there are the Inferiors, those born outside the core Rozarrian worlds, who are brutally subjugated by the imperial machine. They have no rights faced with a Rozarrian, and may be beaten or killed by a citizen with little consequence. Inferiors are also barred from traveling from their worlds without Imperial permission, though they are generally left to govern themselves. Should an Inferior world revolt, as happens now and again, standard imperial procedure is to treat the world as if it is as war with the Empire, bombarding the surface from orbit until the people yield once more.

Religion: The official religion of Rozarria is the Imperial Cult; Only worship of the emperors is permitted. Only past emperors are venerated, however, and though the cult says he Emperor will become a god when released from his mortal coil, he is still but a man.

Military

The Rozarrian Armed Forces are divided into two main branches, which act independently, under the Emperor's command. These are the Imperial Navy and the Imperial Army.

The Imperial Navy: The Navy is a bastion of the Rozarrian aristocracy. Within it, ships are traditionally passed down from father to son, so all command posts are held by high nobility.

Warship Classes

Kapland

The beating heart of any Rozarrian fleet, Kapland-Class battleships are massive vessels, heavily armed and equipped, though combat is not their first role. Serving as flagships, they are the focus points of Imperial fleets. They also use their vast cargo space to ferry entire armies regiments at a time. It is said that a single Kapland could win a war by itself.

Garland

Smaller than the massive Kapland, a Garland-Class battleship's primary role is to act as a ship-of-the-line, able to bring to bear a daunting amount of firepower against enemy targets. It is the Garlands who bombard planets the Emperor has decreed lost. The spear-head of the Empire, a fleet without Garlands is no fleet at all.

Telleri

If the Garland is the spear-head of the Empire, the Telleri-Class battleship is its shaft. Though lacking the devastating firepower of larger ship classes, Telleri are deadly to those who would underestimate them, their maneuverability allowing them to fly circles around slower enemies, killing them with a thousand cuts. Versatile, they can be a assigned any task, and excel.

Marmont

The Marmont is the standard Imperial cruiser. Too small to damage larger capital ships, they are mainly used for scouting and patrolling, chasing off pirates and ensuring Imperial worlds remain loyal.

The Imperial Army: Though it is absolutely essential to the continued existence of the Empire, the Army is held in great disdain by the nobility, as it is in many ways the embodiment of everything the Empire stands against. It is a meritocracy, where any man, regardless of his wealth, nobility, or ethnicity may rise. Half the generals are non-Rozarrian, in fact. Needless to say, the emnity between the Navy and the Army cuts deep.

History

The Empire began as a single isolated town on a poor planet, Ciribac, in the backwater of human-inhabited space. Colonized by a confederation long since destroyed, Rozarria survived the centuries of tumult of the time due in no small part due to its obscurity; it was quite literally worthless.

The town came to be ruled by the Rozarria's, who styled themselves Kings. Under their supervision, the town grew into a wealthy city, and through conquest, coercion, or inheritance, they eventually united all of Ciribac under a single king. Finally at peace, the Rozarrians rapidly expanded into the stars, colonizing almost every solar body in the system.

Tandred Rozarria II, the king of the time, had even greater ambitions, however. He oversaw the construction of a true warfleet, eying the chaotic systems beyond, which were ruled by a collection of petty warlords. Crowning himself as the first Emperor in the year 90 after the unification of Ciribac, in a glorious ceremony, he launched his fleet at his unsuspecting victims, utterly crushing them in battle in quick succession. By 94, he had united the core worlds of the Empire, and begun expansion beyond. When he died later that year, his son, Garland Rozarria I, continued his work.

Emperor Garland Rozarria I was in many ways the father of the modern Imperial state. Seeing the growing empire as unmanagable by a single man, no matter how great, he created in 103 the first Imperial Duchy, semi-autonomous in rule. Later conquests would distributed in similar fashion. But his greatest contribution was his 105 codification of the laws governing the lesser peoples of the empire, which established the caste system known today. By his laws, all non-Rozarrians were stripped of rights.

Sub-factions

The Rozarrian Empire, expansive as it is, has many sub-factions incorporated within it, even though all citizens swear direct loyalty to His Majesty.

The Crown: Obviously, the Emperor is the most powerful man in his realm. Though they are constantly at each other's throats, both the Imperial Navy and the Imperial Army are fanatically loyal to his person (thanks in no small part due to the thorough purges of their ranks the Empire conducts now and again).

The Nobility: Most of the nobility are relatively toothless, with only their fortune as a weapon. The mighty dukes, on the other hand, are another matter completely. Granted large swathes of frontier space to rule as they saw fit, as long as they enfored the Emperor's will there, they command armies of their own, pass their own laws, and advise the Emperor himself on matters of state.

The Greater Atmoran Colonial Company: Many corporations exist within the empire, generally headed by nobility, but they all seek profit any way they can. The Atmoran Company, as it is commonly referred to, is a corporation, but one of unequaled size and wealth. Founded by the richest and most influential nobles of Rozarria, and granted a royal charter and a monopoly on all trade from the Atmoran sector, the company set out to colonize the wild space, and bring it into the imperial fold. Nearly a nation in its own right, the company has been immensely successful in its task, though resettlement among its populace is high, due to the company's utter disregard for anything except profit.

Technology

Imperial technology is built around one principal source of energy: Solar power. Great array networks surround the stars of the Ciribac sector, with the capital system itself the site of an immense dyson sphere around it, the pet project of Emperor Leoric. Energy is stored in hyper-efficient batteries based around a metal alloy, liquid in its natural state, known as Ameracium, so named after its creator, Feron Amerac. It is what drives the modern Empire, and the securing of the ressources required to synthetize it is the primary foreign policy interest of the crown.

Rozarrian ships are equiped with FTL technology, which has allowed them to expand at the rate they have. In a strange quirk, physical objects can be sent faster than information ever could, and so messages must be exchanged between systems through travelling vessels.

The Imperial Armed Forces's two branches use opposing philosophies in battle, and their armaments reflect this. The Imperial Navy, limited in its officer pool to the aristocrats of the empire, has focused research on defensive applications, prioritizing the survival of warships and their crews. The Imperial Army, by contrast, has a vast pool of subjugated peoples it can conscript from, making the offensive its only accepted posibility. Soldiers are armed with high-caliber rifles that can tear a man clean in half, but which lack the punch of energy weapons. Nevertheless, it is considered that the rifle's reliability and ease of production make up for its lack of power.

Rise of the Stars, a freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP

We can't all have degrees in theoretical physics. If you say your science works that way, it works that way.

Darkness Within (A Dark themed rp)

Damn, now I regret not having made my opinions in that format.

Rise of the Stars, a freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP

@duck55223

Could you review my NS?

Darkness Within (A Dark themed rp)

@my Lalia

I'm done my CS. I've also got some character opinions down, though not everyone.

Fatal Souls II | Game of Thrones-inspired RP

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You sure?

@Gowi

No offense, but last time, you not putting out all the canon at the start made me develop my nation into a mess of contradictions and impossibilities, patched over with duck-tape to make it fit in with your emerging details on the world.

Should I do this again, I'd want to restart from the ground up, so that I can build on the bones you've laid out without having to worry that it'll all be invalidated in a week's time.

Fatal Souls II | Game of Thrones-inspired RP

Yeah, sorry, I flat-out forgot about the Guild for a few months. I might be inclined to come back to the fold, but not as my previous nations, I think. Too much old canon just weighs me down.

Darkness Within (A Dark themed rp)

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We could justify it on the side of Nixus being creepy?

@Obscene Symphony

Yeah, I was gonna say, Nixus only wants women, or guys who could pass off as women.