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Current Spontaneously moving to a new account- OfWindAndRain.
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10 yrs ago
Born too late to explore the world; born too early to explore the galaxy.
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@Willy Vereb
We weren't talking about your NS, so you didn't miss anything directly relevant to you.

@Ozerath
In my mind, the Commonwealth = Psuedo-Covenant.
System Tryliktoji Išpirkimo, Fourth Planet in the System, one week ago
The System was well into Kasus's territory- one of the many planets in one of the many systems that Kasus claimed to have no sentient species living on it. Kasus didn't, after all, want anyone to see their great big empire, and realize that half the systems within that had significant resources were virtually untouched, not because of a lack of ambition, but because Kasus had seen the power of other major nations, and decided to bluff their way into more power. When one looks at a nation with a great spread of territory, one assumes that they are powerful indeed.

Tryliktoji Išpirkimo- "Thirteenth Redemption"- was a system that had no significant Storm presence. Only a couple listening posts were sitting on the edges of the system, and nothing else. However, the fourth planet was set to be colonized- because it was already a life-bearing world. The race that resided on the planet seemed to be halfway into a new era of steel and gunpowder. They were developing, quite steadily, and among many of the other spacefaring powers, were considered a sovereign people that is off-limits to removal or intervention.

Storms were not like the other spacefaring powers. These sentient people were on a planet they wanted, and they didn't have anything to bargain with. Which meant that, after picking out several culturally-rich groups of countries- some of the more powerful ones, for later study and eradication- they had a green light to cleanse the planet of its natives.

Vadas (Commander) Levnitska was tasked with preparing the planet for colonization. He had under him a carrier military fleet- one torpedo destroyer, three regular destroyers, three regular cruisers, one missile cruiser, one heavy cruiser, two escort carriers, and one carrier.

The carriers had just launched their first wave of ground-attack Shrikes. A dozen Shrikes from the two escort carriers, two dozen Shrikes from the one supercarrier. They were all armed with fuel-air cluster bombs. He watched as they flew over population centers, dropping a dozen small fuel-air bombs, which popped open halfway down their high-altitude drop to the ground, releasing a massive load of explosive gasses, tailored to the oxygen-rich atmosphere. They were set to remote detonate, so that they clouds could settle lower to the ground in a grey-green suffocating fog that would slowly connect to the other hundreds of similar clouds like it. A moment later, three cities and their surrounding farms and forests lit up in a brilliant flash of light, reducing the area to be a charred wasteland, albeit fertile in the future.

He was to be doing this for a week. Three freighters, escorted by a reinforcing missile cruiser, would be arriving in half as much time, to refill his fuel-air clusterbomb munitions.

Nearly a billion souls were eradicated on the heavily populated but slowly developing world. A few in the fleet thought ill of the eradication; most were impassive, or saw it as a necessary evil. Eventually, those who thought ill would either become familiar enough with people who were impassive about it to start to think like them, or they'd seek others who thought ill of it, and start to border on rebellious. And that, of course, meant execution for them.




Kasus-Eternal Union Central Border, Present Cycle

Vadas Levnitska was again on the move. Having just arrived in the officially neutral system between the Eternal Union and Kasus, they were challenged and cleared by the small Kasus border garrison. Likewise, as they approached the similar Eternal Union border station, they were challenged, and a message was relayed.

Some weeks ago, Kasus had requested a meeting with the Eternal Union.

Some weeks ago, the Eternal Union had replied, and granted it.

A Queen of Kasus was to meet with the Eternal Union leadership- a rare honor in the Kasus's opinion, since no foreign eye had ever laid eyes on a Queen.

Thus, Vadas Levnitska had his fleet flagship upgraded to a bėda-class Battleship, another two escort carriers added to the fleet, and another four missile cruisers attached, besides the original one and its reinforcement. Six more destroyers were attached as well, one of them being a torpedo destroyer.

The fleet of two torpedo destroyers, seven regular destroyers, three cruisers, six missile cruisers, a heavy cruiser, a battleship, four escort carriers and one full carrier was going to be traveling through Eternal Union space to meet with their leaders.

All the while, the destroyers, acting as advance forward, side, and rear guards would be launching spy drones all the while. Designed to self-destruct the moment active sensors- targeting sensors for example, anything that's used to actively find other prey- find them, and to record radio transmissions, and passively record ship movements, and report it back to Central Command via ansible/FTLcommunications. It was the same mission that was being planned for all the other nations- they wanted their fleet to show up on the border farthest away from where Kasus expected the foreigners' homeworld to be, and gain intelligence on everything they possibly could. They would launch spy drones on ballistic paths to go into orbit around planets or moons. They were built to be invisible and nonexistent- they were the most advanced tools in the fleet, at the moment.

So the fleet approached the border station of the Union's, and requested that they be authorized for their trip to meet the Eternal Union's leadership.
In Slayers 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
>idly twiddles thumbs
@DJAtomika
Perhaps, if I ever get my character done, my character has a bounty on his head, and is hiding out in Skyrim?

@duck55223
Can you review my application, please?
In Slayers 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Valentine let out his breath, slowly, at measure. As smooth as stillwater, he released the bowstring.

Thwap!

The arrow shot through the air, only a slight whistle and a moment's flight marking its freedom from gravity, the ground, the bow, the quiver. Only for a moment, could he see it- and then it slammed into the deer's chest, smacking through the buck's side and into its heart, just above its foreleg. It took a step, nearly leaping out of danger, stumbling, as the arrow sprouted from its side. Another shaky step, and then its back legs wobbled and collapsed, the rest of it following just afterwards.

Valentine grinned, and rose from his crouch. He had been wandering the forest, silently, waiting to come across game. Two rabbits were already slung over his shoulder; the deer would top it off nicely. Running over, still in a half-crouch, he placed his hand against the slightly bloody entry wound, feeling the arrow rub against the skin between his index finger and thumb. His other hand curled around the arrow, and... slid it free, straight and clean.

He inspected it, critically, finding it to be bloody, but undamaged. Better yet, not one of his thirteen arrows had been damaged, lost, or bent thus far. Some people eyed his thirteen arrows with distrust, with superstition- but it brought him nothing but luck, it seemed.

He inspected the size of deer, just as critical as he had been with his arrow. A decent-sized mule deer, still young, and with maybe... seven points? A decent catch indeed. Grabbing it, one hand at the top of the forelegs' hooves, one hand at the top of the hind legs' hooves, he hefted it, slinging it over his shoulders, the length of its body resting against the width of his middle back.

And with that, he straightened, and trudged off, heading home.

~ ~ ~

Maybe a couple hours later, he arrived at the outskirts of town. Town is general, of course- the city of somenameortheother was quite a bit larger than most of the largest cities in the nation, absolutely none of which he knew the names of. As far as he was concerned, he didn't need to know the names of anything- he just needed to know how to hunt.

His house- one he shared with his sister, and one that he would've shared with his parents, if he knew them- was near, just inside the city walls, in one of the poorer districts. Thankfully, the not-so-upstanding-and-honorable guards accepted the bribe of thirteen copper coin, to let him in through a small, secret 'gate' in one of the less cared for sections of the wall, where someone had dug their way out, and it had become a tunnel guarded by soldiers, who accepted bribes to not throw the trespassers in jail.

A couple of the more predatory younger guys in the area eyed him, judging whether or not the risk versus gain- go against Valentine, and come out with a deer, or come out cut up. Based on how nonthreatening the guy was, Valentine figured that the predator had figured him to be too big a fish to eat and come out ahead.

Three minutes later, he was on the doorstep of The Boarshead Inn. Instead of going inside, however, he went around back, where he passed on the deer to his father, who had noticed him through the windows and was waiting outside for him. He took care of the deer; he had paid his time for the evening.

Time for some fun... and prove that old drunk that Valentine wasn't afraid to try and be in the Choosing.

~ ~ ~

He drew his arm along his face, wiping the blood from his nose. He eyed the trainer in front of him murderously- the man, in return, grinned cheekily, and asked, "Whatcha gonna do, boi? Stand der all dey and waste me time?" His accent was thick, but oddly lilting and singsong, foreign but not entirely unpleasant.

"Naw, ye old drunk. I'ma just bash yer face in wityer own sword."

Reply launched, Valentine darted forward, feinting, before throwing himself to the side and rolling. The man had stabbed, just as he expected him to- the man stabbed, slashed, and then kicked. So, Valentine kicked out as he was rolling, connecting with the man's knee and forcing him back, snapping the joint back painfully so. He cursed, and here came that slash.

He brought up his knife, swinging at the wooden sword, connecting. But he didn't just try to block the slash and hold- no, he continued moving his knife, relying on its hilt to throw the sword over his head, missing entirely. Here came that kick- but again, he moved too late. It smashed into his face, knocking him to the side and snapping his head away from him. Feebly, he threw the knife in his other hand at the trained- it didn't land so well, the crossguard hitting first, and then the 'blade,' but it was enough to surprise the trainer.

He didn't move fast enough, though. He felt the sword's wooden point graze his back as he rolled to the side again. Dashing to his feet as he came out of the roll, he turned back to the trainer, his left eye swollen and hindering his eyesight. Naturally, the swordsman trainer took advantage of it, going on the offensive. He jumped forward, again stabbing at his left side. He spun, the stab again just barely grazing his side as he moved, before he had closed the distance, 'spinning' around his blade and using his new close quarters to bring up his knife.

His knife grazed the man's chest, as he stumbled back to regain the sword's reach advantage, and he surprised Valentine with a knee. It struck his crotch rather forcefully, sending the air out of his lungs as he suddenly struggled with the unbearable pain in his manhood. Dropping to his knees, he gasped, unable to get a breath around the pain pulsing from his lower torso.

He vaguely noted the trainer getting some distance, stepping away and wiping at the sweat at his brow. He dropped his sword, and stepped forward, waiting for maybe half a minute as Valentine regained himself. He reached down with a hand, and Valentine took it, swaying as he tried to steady himself and not fall over.

"Ye fought well, mate. I think ye passed, thuh ye'd prolly bled out buh now. Kudos to ye, hunter. Head up yonder."

The man switched out with someone else, and Valentine held his stomach, suddenly overcome with the urge to gag. After maybe two minutes, and the new trainer's hand on his shoulder and him babbling about how good the fight was and how he could've done this or that better, he straightened, pain dulling.

He straightened his shoulders, and maybe a dozen or two people whooped and hollered as they saw him recover, giving him a cheer for his good work.

Satisfied with his handiwork, though certainly looking forward to kicking that trainer's manhood himself, he turned, laying a hand on both of the two large knives, which were more akin to shortswords, that hung on both his hips. He mounted the stage, up to the other three or four others successful candidates, and stood proudly up there.

Then he realized that he had been considered good enough. He's got a chance at being Chosen.

Which means that he'd be leaving. For quite some time, really. Why was he here? Did he really want to be Chosen? But he couldn't possibly have any magic in him. The thought left him both disappointed and relieved, for some reason.
@Johann
No such image, methinks.

@Mag Lev
I recommends bowties :b

@Liriia
'Dorables.
I recommends bowties for you toos.
@WrongEndoftheRainbow
I'm using Lithuanian in my species, simply because it's relatively unknown, uses English letters in Google Translate, and because it sounds foreign enough. :|
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