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World of Telduria [Reboot]

Judge Kalon's Residence

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^{The Southern Jewel, Grand Kingdom of Kron-Nesis}

"Remember, keep your arm bent when resting... blade out. Never extend your arm when defending."

Darius' stature hovered over Talos Caron, a young elf-human halfling boy. He was the son of Judge Kalon's mostly-elven maid, and the maid and her son were not at all treated as the slaves they technically were. Judge Kalon's insistence in having the boy trained in the art of swordsmanship was just a confirmation of the obvious for Darius. He didn't need 27 years of training to understand what was going on.

The boy gripped his wooden sword with both hands, adjusting his grip so his arms remained somewhat bent. He was ready to defend, planting his feet as Darius swung the sword towards the boy's right shoulder. This time, the grip and sword held... a successful block. The boy's face lightened, before furrowing into a quizzical glance.

"Why did that work?"

Darius gave a small smile, setting his own practice sword on the ground as he knelt in front of the boy to be on his level. "Bending your arm... it lets your arm carry the weight of the blow. Keeps your defense strong, which is what matters most." As he spoke, his eyes turned up towards his proper student. She had her arms folded, wearing a casual outfit of mostly a tunic and trousers. Her gaze was knowing and sarcastic, her eyebrows raised at the little speech Darius was giving. In response, he quickly patted the boy on the shoulder to send him off to see his mother.

"So... a strong defense is what's most important, huh? What happened to-"

"Don't start with me, Cress. He's a weak kid and a slave. He's not going to be a bodyguard to the Royal Family."

Cressida rolled her eyes, walking over to the rack of practice sword against the wall of the courtyard in the midst of the Judge's estate. She tossed a secondary sword towards Darius, who caught it in the air, before grabbing one for herself. Darius gave a small smile. It was clear his apprentice had some emotions to work out. She wasn't the only one.

Cressida struck first, only to find wood instead of flesh. Her swings had a surprising amount of strength behind them, but nothing Darius hadn't seen before. Darius' swings had little strength behind them, which was clear as a small flurry of swings were wildly blocked by Cressida. The precision was what was key. Every swing was calculated, near every block anticipated. Darius was well within his element.

It was no surprise, then, when one of Darius' swings managed to hit Cressida's blade just appropriately enough to disarm the Junior Justice. The next three swings met Cressida's form, the audible cracks of wood against barely padded flesh ringing out in the courtyard.

Then Cressida did something that managed to surprise him. As Darius' practice sword bounced off her ribcage, Cressida grabbed what would be the blade. She ripped the sword away, rushing in to swing at her master's face. A smile began to form on the edge of Darius lips. He, of course, was prepared for this. His left arm rose up to grab Cressida's fist, providing just enough force to stop it. Simultaneously, he lifted his remaining blade up towards her neck, and she stopped in her tracks.

The two simply looked each other in the eye, and the conversation was understood but not spoken. Cressida knew her mistakes and her inadequacies. Darius knew her determination and grit. It was the most they could have gained from the spar thus far. With a short nod in unison, Darius fetched his practice sword while Cressida grabbed her own. They squared up in the courtyard, getting into their stances and preparing for the next round.

Star Wars: The Beat (closed)

Callus stood silently, turning his head to watch his squad falling into line. A few chose to address him, but something about the general atmosphere in the hangar and the incessant need for officers to stress the lack of individuality drove Fixer to remain silent. He did give a nod in acknowledgement when his squad mates asked him a question. It only took a few moments for Sergeant Vytuia to arrive and the formation to follow into the shuttle.

Orson, upon taking his seat, seemed almost robotic as he placed his plasma cutter underneath the seat, activating a small magnetic strip to secure it to the floor of the shuttle. He then went through his final mechanical check on his utility belt, ensuring that everything was in its proper place. As he was told at the academy, having his equipment in the proper place could be the different between life and death. So once everything was where it belonged, Callus Orson fastened himself into his seat and turned his attention to his commanding officer.

The mission seemed like standard procedure. Lotho Minor seemed far from important or strategic, but the Empire hated the thought of rebel activity more than anything else. Though the assignment did provide Callus with a potential challenge: the rebels could have overridden Imperial control of the facility. Doors could be manually locked, the facility itself could be damaged... Callus could actually do something beyond snuffing out illegal activity.

Regardless, protocol for the mission was a priority for Callus. He wanted to know what set of procedures to follow if this was a worst-case scenario and not just an accident. Once a few of his squad mates asked their questions, Callus threw his own into the mix. "Is the system compromised? And if we are locked out, is the plan to slice or breach?"

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Just squeaking in a post to keep IF alive. These past two weeks (and the two to come) are just incredibly brutal on my schedule (Not because of RDR2, I just decided to sign on to work on too many projects and there's never enough time for all of it). I'll get another post out, and should be in a better place for posting by Thanksgiving.

Just felt like tossing that good old update out there, since I believe either today or yesterday was the deadline and I've been rather quiet.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

T H E I R O N F I S T

^{Issue #6: Methinks You are My Glass}

Staten Island, New York City

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^{December 24th, 2018 | 1:09am | Rand Residence}

"This isn't how we do things, Davos."

Daniel Rand tossed his house keys onto the table near the door before moving towards the parlor, stripping off his hoodie. His friend from K'un-Lun stripped his grey hoodie that was now soaked red with blood, leaving it on the floor near the door. "They were a plague onto this city, brother. I was simply trying-"

Daniel was quick to respond, cutting him off before he could continue. "We can't just kill those who have done wrong. There are systems in place for rehabilitation... When we went down to the village and took the cart for a joyride, should we have been condemned to death?"

"You told me this gang was responsible for murder. The punishment for murder in K'un-Lun was execution. Have you forgotten home already, brother?"

"New York is my home, Davos."

The two men stood there quietly for a moment. They both had so much more to say, so much more to argue about... but they just couldn't. Danny knew if he went further he'd be pushing Davos away... and he couldn't quite bring himself to do that. So the Iron Fist and his trusted companion went silently about to do their nightly rituals before resting for the night in a small mansion on a silent night.

Staten Island, New York City

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^{December 24th, 2018 | 10:43am | Rand Residence}

The distinct chime of a cell-phone's ringing was what awoke Daniel Rand from the sweet comfort of sleep. His left arm swung to fetch his phone, looking at it through tired eyes before finally swiping. As he lowered the phone down to his ear, he heard a familiar voice speak frantically. "Mr. Rand... Danny... Terry isn't here. We don't have any other volunteers... and people are already lining up around the block. I hate to bother you on Christmas Eve, but could you please send someone to-"

"I'm on my way."

Chinatown, New York City

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^{December 24th, 2018 | 11:54am | The Heather Rand Community Center}

Danny quickly rushed past those who were waiting, wearing sweats instead of the usual suit he was often coaxed into wearing. He rushed inside, the various smells of cooked meats and potatoes filling the air. Colleen's head poked through the door leading into the kitchen, holding a still-simmering pan of ham. "I wasn't asking you to-"

Rand was already past her and in the kitchen before his voice rushed up to meet her. "It's Christmas Eve. I wasn't going to call someone in and take them from their family..." To the surprise of Colleen, Rand almost immediately found his place in the kitchen, checking on several pots of soup and dashing in spices as needed. "What time do you need to head out to get dinner with your family?"

A chilling silence washed over Colleen and Daniel for nearly a minute as they worked diligently, to the point where Danny wasn't sure if he actually spoke aloud to ask the question. "What t-"

"I don't have plans. My father flew to China a few weeks ago and won't be back until March."

The silence again overtook the air. Colleen removed another ham from another oven while Danny began turning off the burners for the soup. The somber mood was uncomfortable for both of them, leading Danny to break the tension first. "If you don't have any plans... we could grab dinner at the place next door."

Colleen took a second while carving ham to give a nod and a smile. "Sure."

Chinatown, New York City

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^{December 24th, 2018 | 5:43pm | Jade Dragon Restaurant}

"The cart was tilting around the corner, and Davos was flapping his arms like he was trying to fly..."

The two burst out laughing, unable to continue the story. The normality of the scene was refreshing for both of them. The streets outside were quiet, and only a few couples and a single family of five were scattered about the dining area.

A joyous and simple scene was doomed to be interrupted by violence in the New York in which it took place. The brief flash of cold air pressed against Danny's back. The look of shock on Colleen's face was a distinct cue that something was off. His head spun around to catch the sight of five Golden Tigers entering into the restaurant, one branding the claw-like weapon that signified him as a higher-ranking member of the notable gang.

Colleen and Danny almost stood up in unison, both pausing only in confusion at why the other rose. But the Golden Tigers approached and the fists flew. Danny took on the lieutenant and two of the Tigers, while Colleen rushed in to divert the attention of the remaining two. Without much thought or communication, Danny and Colleen traded their opponents seamlessly. The two fought as if they had fought together for years.

The civilians in the restaurant gathered near the back of the restaurant, huddling in fear. The fight itself only lasted a minute, at the end of which the five criminals laid upon the floor unconscious. Danny and Colleen observed the small carnage they had wrecked, panting, before locking eyes with the other. The faint recognition of a kindred spirit sparked in their gaze, only to wash away as the familiar voice of the restaurant's owner greeted them. "I... I don't know how to thank you for helping me again. They must have come for the protection money."

Danny nodded, his expression somewhat grim, before giving a small smile. "Don't worry... I'll handle this." He spun on his feet and tossed a hundred dollar bill on his table before rushing out the door, Colleen narrowly at his heels. There was a lot of work to be done. And the Iron Fist was going to give Chinatown a gift for Christmas.

The Golden Tigers were going to be brought down... or so he thought.

World of Telduria [Reboot]

Primary Character

Darius Stormhawk Character Sheet

Darius Stormhawk

_{T I T L E S}

Justicar, "Brand"

_{A G E}

40

_{R A C E}

Human

_{T R A I N I N G}

Darius was raised practically from birth to hold a sword in his hand. His focus had always been in the art of wielding two swords, attempting to best the phrase "The best defense is a good offense." Living among bandits and general rogues helped teach Darius the art of larceny. As a man of faith, Darius' training shifted to the proper art of warfare and in the proper education of moral philosophy and theology.
_{E Q U I P M E N T}

• Sabers: The signature weapons of Darius Stormhawk, two well-balanced and ever-sharp blades are almost always at his sides. Rumor is that the swords are blessed every morning in his daily rituals and that the steel is a mixture of Adamantine and Silver, making them incredibly durable and potent against certain enemies.
• Stormhawk Armor: One of the few remnants of his life amongst the Stormhawk bandits, the armor is unique in its interlay of thin sheets of metal and hardened leather to create a set of strong but light armor. The dull brown and green tones help him blend into his environment. The armor is also designed for the placement of three silver daggers and a miniscule shank in relatively hidden portions of the armor. The outfit is brought together with a green and brown cloak with a hood.
• Ledger of Justice: A magical item of note in possession of certain justiciars. The book is enchanted in such a way that each ledger is linked to the archives of a certain temple of Justice. This allows for the record-keeping of justice dispensed by members of the Order, while also acting as a form of communication and the passing down of orders from the Grandmasters in Valon.
• Travelling Pack: A travelling pack that Darius carries with him when travelling. Contains all the essentials, from a tent and a bedroll to rations, rope, and a grappling hook.

_{S P E L L S}

• Light of Judgement: A rather simple spell that holds significance to members of the Order of Justice, the Light of Radiance is sharing in the power of the divine in order to create a light that ranges in intensity from the flame of a candle to the intense light of the sun. The most reliable method to reveal a Brand of Justice. Doesn't require much energy to cast and sustain.
• Brand of Justice: A powerful and draining ritual. Used by Justiciars to brand criminals and those on trial. The powerful aspect of the spell is that one who is branded and in the presence of the Light of Radiance not only experiences pain, but is forced to tell the truth to an individual who is shining the Light of Radiance.
• Sap: A spell designed for the purpose of draining the physical energy out of a target, Sap helps to minimize the threat a target can pose. The spell requires a moderate amount of energy to cast, and it takes time to reduce a target to the point where they are no longer a threat.

_{O T H E R S K I L L S}

• Swift Combatant: Speed is his greatest weapon for someone like Darius. While his armor could, in theory, protect him from a weapon, it's best to not tempt fate. His combat style also relies on using two weapons to overwhelm an enemy with a flurry of saber strikes to get through one's defenses.
• Agent of Justice: Darius is trained in the art of extracting the truth from individuals of interest. Part of his training as a Justiciar involved him learning all 101 sanctioned methods of extracting information from targets without the theatrics and painful ritual of using spellcasting.
• Larceny: While it is a past he'd rather forget, Darius is trained in the arts of breaking and entering. He can pick most standard locks, and is able to slip his hand into the pocket of most individuals. These skills often go unused (seeing as Darius is an agent of Justice), but he knows how to dirty his hands when necessary.

_{A F F I L I A T I O N}

Archclericy of Valon; Order of Justice

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

To call Darius an individual who seeks to protect and save the poor and innocent would be a drastic misunderstanding of his motives and character. Darius is fueled by the trauma of his childhood. He is not one for small-talk or continuous acts of kindness, though he is known to take pity on others from time to time (especially as age and a leave of absence have softened him). He is not caught up in the zealotry that others in his orders show, however. He believes in the Divine, but uses his faith and abilities to fuel his search for justice.

Darius is one who gets along in a rough, violent crowd. His favorite past-times are wood-carving, heavy drinking, and gambling. He is not one to back down from a challenge, but isn't necessarily arrogant or "holier-than-thou." His mood and attitude is shifting now as he is four decades old. He is beginning to lean away from drinking excessively with friends or meeting his steel against near impossible odds. His attempt to settle down on a small farm on the outskirts of Vesh.

_{H I S T O R Y}

Excerpt from Justicar Sunblade's Petition

...I hereby ask this court to hear my plea for the sake of Darius Stormhawk, a bastard of bandits who faced Judgement. The child, upon meeting, showed no signs of ill-will nor wickedness. The scars and brand upon his body are signs of physical and emotional abuse. If Darius Stormhawk is released into the world, there is a significant chance he will become a threat to society at large. The Order of Justice can provide him a path of redemption.

As for his skill, his natural talent is the most remarkable I have seen in my life. While unorthodox, I tested his talents with a practice blade while travelling back to the Archclericy. His swordsmanship ability nearly rivaled my years of formal training. While I swore to be objective, I feel it necessary to express my wish to see him serve this Order rather than see his talents used as a mercenary... or worse...

Justicar Garkan Sunblade

Recommendation for Promotion

Upon a formal inspection of the talents of Acolyte Stormhawk, it is clear that his talents would be best suited in travelling and dispensing justice. He has excelled in combat trials, his talent seeming to rival that of some of our seasoned enforcers. Most remarkably, he has taken well to the education in the faith and in the means of extracting information.

Paladin Tyrin

Incident Report

Paladin Sunblade and Justice Stormhawk have been brought in for questioning regarding the execution of a family of seven, with the inclusion of a four year old child. Upon a preliminary review, the reasoning provided by both individuals is satisfactory. The crime was reported to be cannibalism, a crime of the highest grievance to those in the Order. The execution of the individuals acted as fair punishment for the adults, while the execution of the child was determined given the significant spiritual and physical harm sustained through the eating of similar flesh. This judgement remains in line with our standards, and it has been determined that no further investigation is necessary for these events.

Paladin Carin

Grandmaster's Verdict

... It is the judgement of this Court that Justicar Stormhawk is met with no formal punishment. The circumstances of Senior Paladin Sunblade's death remains... dubious. The testimony provided by the Defendant, Justicar Stormhawk, was verified through the use of spellcraft during extensive interrogation. It is believed with certainty in this court that Justicar Stormhawk did not use lethal force against Senior Paladin Sunblade. It is also believed with certainty that Senior Paladin Stormhawk violated the tenants of his oath as a Judge in this Court in attempting to act as an executioner.

This all being said, it is the opinion of this court that Justicar Stormhawk be removed from active service and allowed a leave of absence from his responsibilities to the Order of Justice. The toll of losing a dear friend and mentor has led to the rash decisions by members of this Order in the past. A small farm that was recently gifted to the Order in the Kingdom of Vesh can be made available to ensure Justicar Stormhawk is kept busy.

Grandmaster Veranis

Objective History

The Bastard of Bandits was born 40 years ago wandering among a band of murderous nomads near the Ashen Wastes. His father was the Chieftain, his mother a concubine. Since his very birth, he was raised to be a warrior. Only the strong could survive in that environment. While in the Ashen Wastes, the Stormhawk Clan of Bandits would make excursions into the Nyrae region. Darius was trained as a child to pick locks and pockets. He proved himself a beneficial member of the clan.

Around the age of 13, Darius encountered the Order of Justice. He watched as a Justicar and his Junior Justice brutally slaughtered the entire clan, the Acolyte falling half-way through the battle. Darius was brought to the Archclericy of Valon, Justicar Garkan Sunblade seeing a spark behind the eyes of the child. Darius was one of the oldest initiates brought into the Order of Justice, and many doubted his ability to serve. He took to the teachings at the Temple with a passion, and saw Garkan as a surrogate father after the death of his biological father.

By the age of 17, Darius took his vows within the Order and became a Junior Justice under then-Paladin Garkan Sunblade. For his first three years, he traveled with his mentor across Nyrae and Kron-Nesis. Together, they were responsible for the judgement of over 100 individuals. Garkan Sunblade was not known for giving individuals a fair trial, though there was never proof or suspicion of wrongdoing. The Judgement for those who broke the laws of the faith or the land was execution almost every time. Darius followed in this path of bloodshed, taking the name "Brand" for his signature use of a traditional brand when dispensing punishment (and for a branded mark upon his back that was given to him as a child by his father to signify his role as a Stormhawk).

When Darius was 20, Garkan Sunblade was promoted to the rank of Senior Paladin. Darius was allowed to travel on his own while his mentor took on a more rigid role as a judge in the Archclericy. For the next fifteen years, Darius alone managed to dispense punishment to an estimated 500. He grew increasingly disliked among his fellow Jusiticars for his excessive use of violence. The stories from this period of his life are mostly considered fables... and many of his executions went unlogged. Darius was unchecked and unregulated. He took on bandits, assassins, soldiers, thieves... their families were rarely safe from his rage as well. His resentment for those who broke the law was clear. They were a plague who destroyed lives like his... created monsters like Darius. This hatred and destruction ensured Darius would never be advanced to the rank of Paladin.

At the age of 35, Senior Paladin Sunblade went to bring Darius in to answer for the proliferation of murders he was responsible for. Rumors have circulated for years as to what exactly happened when Garkan confronted Darius. The general assumption was that Darius slaughtered his former mentor before he could answer for his own crimes. The truth of the matter was that Darius asked for a favor: he wanted Garkan to fight at his side one more time to track down a group of criminals that had defiled and drowned a child. The band of criminals was larger than anticipated, and the two members of the Order of Justice fought bravely. Darius was the only to make it out alive.

A month of intense interrogation saw no admittance of guilt. No evidence could be found that the Justicar killed his master. So an agreement was struck between Darius and the upper echelon of the Order of Justice. He took a leave of absence in order to "pray and reflect upon his career." After living a life where he knew only murder and destruction, he found a new life as a farmer in Vesh incredibly dull for the first few months. But as a year passed... and then another... he found an inner peace. There was comfort in living a normal, quiet life. The life that Darius wished he could have always had.

Three months ago... everything changed. A young man had found him... an Junior Justice with a letter from the Order. Tides of change were lingering on the air, and it became clear that capable soldiers would become a necessity for the Order to keep up its appearances for the Council. His quiet life was a sign that Darius could be redeemed... perhaps repentant even for his actions. So the letter saw a reinstatement into active service, with the Junior Justice filling in the role of an assistant to the Justicar.

The past three months have been particularly quiet. Darius guided them through Nyrae to act as executioners for some minor offenses and to provide some training in the act of justice to his Ward. Their journey then veered south, down into the Grand Kingdom of Kron-Nesis. A week ago... the two found themselves in Tarantis, the Jewel of the South. They found a place to stay at the residence of a local judge, who provided a soft bed, warm meals, and plenty of wine and liquor to waste an army. It was only a matter of time before orders from the Grandmaster himself were sent... orders to partake a war.

Secondary Character

Cressida Tyril Character Sheet

Cressida Tyril

_{T I T L E S}

Junior Justice

_{A G E}

17

_{R A C E}

Human

_{T R A I N I N G}

Cressida Tyril is more of a scholar than an enforcer, and her training reflects that. Can she lift her sword and shield and use them somewhat effectively? Yes, about as well as a poorly trained soldier, with her skill in a bow being similarly underdeveloped. His mind, however, has been cultivated more completely. She took to her studies well, managing to develop her magical capabilities beyond that of his current mentor.
_{E Q U I P M E N T}

• Sword, Shield, Short Bow: The Traditional weapons of an enforcer of the Order of Justice. For close-quarters combat, a longsword and heater shield suffice. She carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows as well.
• Armor of the Order: While only a Junior Justice, the nature of Cressida's assignment granted her access to armor typically reserved for proper Justicars. A set of well-crafted plate armor is in her possession, which she upkeeps fairly well given the pair's constant travel.
• Travelling Pack: A travelling pack that Cressida carries. It contains a small tent, a bedroll, rations, rope, basic camping tools, and detailed maps of Telduria.

_{S P E L L S}

• Light of Judgement: A rather simple spell that holds significance to members of the Order of Justice, the Light of Radiance is sharing in the power of the divine in order to create a light that ranges in intensity from the flame of a candle to the intense light of the sun. The most reliable method to reveal a Brand of Justice. Doesn't require much energy to cast and sustain.
• Brand of Justice: A powerful and draining ritual. Used by Justiciars to brand criminals and those on trial. The powerful aspect of the spell is that one who is branded and in the presence of the Light of Radiance not only experiences pain, but is forced to tell the truth to an individual who is shining the Light of Radiance.
• Seal of Faith: A spell designed to repress the powers that defy Nicarous and the Light (undead, daemons, etc.) through a draining spell that requires physical touch. The spell ultimately acts as a power of will, the caster versus the target. Powerful targets could easily resist and overwhelm a Junior Justice.
• Healing Hands: A traditional healing spell that can accelerate the natural healing of the body. The longer the spell is cast and the more power exerted into the casting, the quicker the healing process. It cannot restore an individual to life, nor allow the regeneration of limbs.

_{O T H E R S K I L L S}

• Tracker and Hunter: A strange talent that Cressida has developed, the Junior Justice is an exceptionally talented tracker and hunter. She is often sent to hunt wild game when with Darius in the wilderness.
• Agent of Justice: Cressida is trained in the art of extracting the truth from individuals of interest. Her training is not as extensive as Darius' methods, but an increasing significance was placed upon the use of seduction and subterfuge in her training to extract information from others.
• Herbalist: Cressida's expertise in nature extends to her understanding of flora. She knows which plants are safe to ingest and which are dangerous, and she knows which plants have potentially curative properties. When healing magic doesn't work, Cressida usually has something that can be of help to the sick or dying.

_{A F F I L I A T I O N}

Archclericy of Valon; Order of Justice

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

A stickler for rules and a scholar, Cressida is an individual one would expect would prefer to stick to being a judge exclusively in the Order. Cressida is an unusual case, however. She enjoys time in nature and away from the hustle and bustle of city and temple life. Her natural talents in herbalism and hunting/tracking make her particularly attune to life in smaller settlements. This is one of the reasons she sought to stray away from being a stationary judge, instead intending to take her talents to the fringes of civilization.

Cressida's insistence on following the rules as written sees her in constant conflict with other members of the Order, including her mentor. She is exceptionally persistent and arrogant in her beliefs and judgments, unwilling to compromise in most situations unless absolutely forced by a direct order. It is unsurprising that these traits landed her as the trainee of someone like Darius.

_{H I S T O R Y}

Cressida was born into a world of conflict. Living near the border of Nyrae and Eamonvale, her life was in constant chaos. By the age of seven, her village was the target of two separate raids. All eight members of her family (her two parents, grandmother, four siblings, and herself) had been injured or taken hostage as a result. The following year, on Cressida's eighth birthday, her entire village was razed to the ground. Two of her older brothers had managed to survive with her, as they were out hunting the day of the attack.

The next year and a half was spent living in the wilds. They hunted and gathered their food... though vengeance filled their blood. When a very small gathering of rebels welcomed the three wayward children into their camp, they had no idea the floodgate they had opened. The children slit the throats of every rebel in the camp... but they were caught. A Justicar had been in the area, and sent them to the Archclericy for trial.

The two brothers served a stint as indentured servants to the Order, since they were thirteen and fifteen and deemed to be in a position in which they should have known better than to commit murder. Cressida... she was underestimated. The Judge deemed she was a young woman who at worst was caught up in the nefarious plan of her brothers. Her punishment was to join and serve the Order of Justice. Cressida, being a child who enjoyed the teachings of her father and grandmother, was not displeased to have the opportunity to continue proper studies.

She spent most of her days and nights for the next eight years reading and studying. She read opinions of the Judges in high profile trials, and would often speak with her superiors at the Temple to question their rulings. Needless to say, she made enemies in the Order despite being only a child. Every teacher and mentor to Cressida became so increasingly frustrated they would often pass her off to someone else. She could not be denied a promotion within the Order to Junior Justice at the age of 17.

Grandmaster Veranis knew what to do with the girl. Reports were that a certain exile of the Order had found tranquility in his quiet life... but that did not mean he didn't deserve a new punishment. Cressida was given orders for Justicar Darius Stormhawk and instructed to deliver the orders to him in Vesh. Upon arriving at a small farm in Vesh, it became immediately apparent to even Cressida that she had crossed the wrong people. Her new mentor was harsh and took the rules liberally. He would bend the interpretation of law to suite his own purposes... he was the counter to everything Cressida believed in.

She has a duty, however, to follow and learn under the Justicar. Perhaps it is her arrogance or stubborn personality that prevents her from just abandoning the order and finding a quiet life in the forest. But Cressida knows it's something else. Despite his harshness, Justicar Stormhawk is different from the other members of the order. He's a closed book written in a strange language with a hint of familiarity... and Cressida can't resist the challenge of figuring out who exactly the Justicar is and what he's done.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

The next Iron Fist post isn’t coming across as well as I’d hope, but it’s in the works.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

What creator or piece of media directly influences your stories and characterizations for this game?

@Byrd Man

I don't know if I can nail down a particular creator. As a film scholar and a lover of movies and TV, I tend to write in a more cinematic fashion that focuses more on angles than typical fiction writing (though this is, in some way, inspired by my love of comics as well). As a film student/nerd, I also love breaking conventional rules while writing. The most apparent example is the fight scene in the unnamed Chinese Restaurant for Iron Fist. Instead of describing the action in the kitchen, I attempted to describe the sounds and kept the proverbial camera in the restaurant interior until Iron Fist came out to interrogate the criminal.

If I had to point to particular examples that have influenced my writing, it's easy to point to the Daredevil and Iron Fist shows. While not superb, I think the Iron Fist show humanized Daniel Rand in an interesting way and built up believable relationships with some characters. Daredevil I think does a more marvelous job of humanizing the character while emphasizing the consequences of being a citizen and a vigilante (especially in this last season) that I've already been playing with in regards to Daniel Rand's dual-identity.

As for other sources of inspiration? Edgar Wright, Joss Whedon, Shakespeare... It isn't obvious by any means, but I try to incorporate their characterizations and modes of storytelling whenever I write (specifically their complexities).

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

I have an idea of how I want to end the Season for Iron Fist that opens him up to a larger world (for a potential next season general arc that may or may not include everyone's favorite dynamic duo + others)... but for now, I think I'm going to lean towards a smaller-scale conflict for him to really get invested in that will take up this whole season. We'll see how that goes.

Star Wars: The Beat (closed)

The first person Callus had made a point to befriend was the Quartermaster when he was assigned to The Tempest. It wasn't to get free handouts or specialized equipment, but instead to gain access to the tools required to keep himself busy. It would be no surprise, then, that SN-7739 was found at the work-bench in the armory, repairing a broken E-11. The firing mechanism had become jammed in combat, and led to the death of the individual who was responsible for it. The weapon and armor had been recovered by a clean-up crew to ensure scavengers didn't get a hold of it. But here Callus was, his helmet off as he carefully inspected the deconstructed blaster. A smile spread across his lips as he noticed the issue, using a set of forceps to gently pull one of the delicate pins holding the trigger together back. Orson lifted up the base grip and trigger of the blaster, pulling back the trigger with ease as it felt good as new.

It took less than a minute to fix the blaster back together, and only a minute longer to place the blaster back into its rightful position in the armory and make his way to the Quartermaster's datapad to update his logs. Before leaving the armory, SN-7739 placed his helmet on as he slipped out of the armory and began making his way back to the barracks. That is, until he heard the familiar voice of his squad leader buzz in through his comms. He gave a nod of his head at the orders, and found his way to his own personal locker to fetch his weapons. It felt incredibly routine, just another basic set of procedures and protocol the Empire loved. But there was a cathartic nature to everything as he made his way into the hangar. His appearance was clearly one of an engineer, the plasma cutter strapped to his back and tools hanging from his belt signifying his role as he reached the shuttle.

Despite how standard things seemed so far, there was something nagging at the back of Orson's mind. To some small extent, he knew what it was. He just didn't want to admit it.

This planet feels too much like home.

X-Men: The New Era

Room for one more? ^^

@Eric Horst

From my understanding, still plenty of room