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by The Bio-Regional Cooperative of States » Mon Oct 23, 2017 6:44 pm
The Grand Diamond Authority wrote:"Well, I guess I may have to head to Cairo then, yes? I'll be back when I can. Might even tell others to stop by as well." She taps a button on her arm devices as the pod reopens atop her, as she lands inside, looking up to Selim. "See ya later, then?"
by The Grand Diamond Authority » Mon Oct 23, 2017 6:58 pm
The Bio-Regional Cooperative of States wrote:The Grand Diamond Authority wrote:"Well, I guess I may have to head to Cairo then, yes? I'll be back when I can. Might even tell others to stop by as well." She taps a button on her arm devices as the pod reopens atop her, as she lands inside, looking up to Selim. "See ya later, then?"
Selim would smile
"See you later, Peridot. Also be a bit more careful around there, everyone is a bit more excitable because of the anticipation of a war with the nation in the East."
by The Grand Diamond Authority » Mon Oct 23, 2017 7:26 pm
Togeria wrote:The island of Despereaux as named by its inhabitants lies just west of the region of Normandy.
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An often dreary landscape the rains that come from the Atlantic often crash against the rocky land a nick name being the storm village by the mainland. However much rain however the small island carries with it a powerful mystique. Tales of magic having formed the very mountains used to protect the mountains from the rain. Further, mages from these lands are seen as some of the most powerful and most....dangerous often focusing their talents to things that would be termed taboo or peculiar.
In the center of the small island laid flatlands dark skies covering the region not from weather, but from the very arcane energies that is said to protect the island. Called the l'Morosité:
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The tower is a large and powerful structure seemingly creating the gloom of clouds that cover the country and creating a near endless rain that washes over its inhabitants.
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Dr. Jeville looks over the body of a recently deceased vakhtali woman. Incisions made along the center of her diaphragm a process that would take hours as like a hunted rabbit he would make careful cuts along her body to her head. Taking away her tissue like a cloth before placing it in a receptical near him. Looking at her new form he briefly touched her cheeks with a gloved hand before speaking to her,"I thank you so much for this sacrifice Abby. I assure you in a moments notice no sooner than when you departed you will be reborn. I will make you so much more beautiful and the world will see you like I have, envy you as I do. You have brought a vigor only felt in my youth back to my old bones and it grows even now in your demise. If only I could keep your skin, Abby, such beautiful skin, I will g-give you a new skin equally beautiful. Like silk Abby like silk." He said before leaning over and kissing her softly on the lips.
Moving back to his desk he began to assemble the materials:
A cup of her blood
A small cups worth of freshly shredded tissue (her body had ample)
Dust taken forged of the pure and impure
Iced water
A simple recipe like making an apple pie, but the beauty came not from their contents, but from their results. He mixed the ingredients carefully over a lit fire letting the ingredients mix and bond as he began to recite the next part of the ritual.
by Togeria » Mon Oct 23, 2017 11:23 pm
by Republic Under Specters Grasp » Tue Oct 24, 2017 3:42 am
Togeria wrote:As the spacecraft enters into the arcane field of the mystic cloud, its magic seeks to seemingly try and grip the ship. The field of vision being covered with thick smoke and sparks of pure energy shooting out like lightning, arcing as it hits the ship and forming around it like tendrils latching onto its pray.
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The concoction begins to bubbles, a gel like substance thick and black like oil forming and spilling out the container. "Yes", Jeville says under his breath, moving away as the substance moves from the container. Like a snake it slithers around from the pot spilling onto the table and carelessly knocking away material or vase that may be on it. It continued to slither into the direction of the deceased woman. Crawling onto the table the smell of burning muscle would soon fill the room as like burning tar it cooked the flesh as it touched it, soon engulfing the deceased form and breaking away the threads of muscle, eating away to the bone.
In awe Jeville watched, mystified and engrossed. A hand on his old chest his heart began to race, his breath becoming a shudder as he watched. It was happening so fast, so much beauty. Only a few hours earlier had he been forced to deal with the passing of his beauty and now he would soon see her evolution, her metamorphosis into a perfect form.
Blood racing through his veins as he watched he had to take a seat to excited to stand still, like a child at Christmas the gift that awaited filled with him too much desire and want to simply stand still. He had to take a seat, he must take a seat, and place himself if only temporarily in the restraint of a lockless prison. It was almost done the final deed to be united with his love Abby.
As the substance further coagulated achieving more of her form, he uncloaked himself from his attire, leaping towards the figure. The burning gel eating at his skin like hot oil it ran into his eyes and mouth instantly blinding him. A joyful pain that he felt all over as the gel further ripped away at his skin melting and shedding it like old clothing the cool air of the rainy night would run along the ligaments of his spine. Like nails being repeatedly hammered into the tips of his fingers the gel would rush into every orifice and strip away any opposition that separated it from his bone.
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He had long lost the ability to scream from the gel ripping away at his throat and vocal cords silent screeching heard only his brain that would soon too be wasted away.
"Jacques." the most feint of whispers could be heard, the most silent of callings. "Jacques. I need your brain.....I need your passion. I want your love and your desire, I want to.....feel your determination. Your heart a caged engine only running for a failing vessel and wasting its potential. I want that, Jacques, I want this.....this to be real. I want your, I need your brain Jacques, but I need my body. Cogitamus, cogitamus, cogito. What was once two becomes one. What was once half becomes whole. What was once a dream becomes a possibility. Theories and ideas once thrown away as radical and impossible are now fact, Jacques. You did this Jacques, we did this. We think, cogitamus, I am you and you will be me. I gave you body and I gave you purpose when all was burned in the fires of jealously when the gloom of loved on lost became overwhelming when the despair of a broken heart left a blade slid across virgin wrist and red hue coated an aged arm, when the talkings of a bottled spirit led to a cold night above a roof. And what did you give me? Love, pitiful love, soulless love, but love now with purpose.
Surrender Jacques, you cannot scream because I am your voice. We are voice now I am you and you are I. We will soon become one and with one becomes only I, the I that is us both, Jacques. Jesus Christ, I love you."
The gel further digging into body would flow into the valves of his heart, the fiery passion of his love beating through his ceaseless veins being incorporated into the perfect design. Soon there would be silence and then soon there would be nothing.
Jacques would soon see a white field absent of any other color. It was plain, simple, mute. Looking down he saw a floor that was highly reflective, his eyes lighting as he saw himself. He was younger and with more vigor and yet his skin felt weightless like paper like he had adorned himself in cheap streamer paper. There was no wind in this place and yet at any moment he felt as though his skin would fly away into the distance, he reached up and touched his face, gripping it in his palm and then:
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Color, made from his flood. It dripped on the floor coating it in exotic blues, vibrant greens, and fiery reds. It was beautiful a canvas of color that was all his, he wanted more. He only wanted more, he ripped more away at his skin, soon the vibrant colors coating him down and soon puddle of rainbow beauty on the floor. He looked at his hand stripped bare to the bone and leaping in the colors he saw.
He briefly turned around the room and saw a skeleton he had seen earlier, Abby, the beautiful creature which even stripped bare on anything still in her most simple form was a beacon of beauty and desire. His heartless heart leaped in its cage beating in passion that he not since felt since when he was young. Even without organs the flow of emotions were like drugs to his head making his body and feet feel lighter than air a true feeling of euphoria as he gazed upon her. She would walk to him, pulling him close a love embrace and as their skeletons touched the feeling of happiness beamed from him. Their shared energy emitting from them and soon coating them in a thick aura that eclipsed the white room. Only the could understand each other, understand their reasons and motivations, understand their fear and hopes. They understood, they wanted to understand, they were...power.
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The glob that still stood in the room now began to take permanent form the bones of the breaking down into their most primitive form. Abby had given her mind so that a body may lay present and Jacques his body so that his wisdom may lead their design. A perfect fusion of the two they took began to take shape:
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First a black goop only maintaining form from the skeletal structure it would soon grow in power and light, a vibrant teal giving color to mass.
by Avestan » Tue Oct 24, 2017 6:57 am
The Bio-Regional Cooperative of States wrote:Avestan wrote:The privateer ships, seeing the others approach, begin to raise signal flags requesting aid, and men on the decks start to run about frantically, acting as if something has gone horribly wrong. Below the deck, privateers begin to ready weapons for close combat and boarding action, boarding spikes being readied for fire as well.
All over Avestan, from the North to the South, the border forces simply ready and await the signal to begin the land invasion, making sure everything is ready and in place. The Aegean and Red Sea Fleets continue on course, the Aegean fleet moving towards Cyprus and the Red Sea Fleet to prepare the Blockade. They make sure to keep their distance from patrols and coastlines as well, while the distraction begins to unfold. Soon the time will come for the full strike, but for now all forces bide their time for the optimal moment.
In the East, the incursion by the visitors to the pass had not gone unnoticed. This place had become one of the few remaining havens for outlaws, deserters, bandits, and rebels in all of Avestan, and they cared little for unwanted visitors. Reports had already come in to the "Bandit King" of Kulma Pass from concealed observation posts, and a plan had been devised.
"We'll head them off here." he gestured to a location on the map. "The Avestanians have driven us all the way across the country, and this is our last refuge. I'm not about to let someone else take it from us either. We're going to show them what we're made of, men, and we're going to make them realize that ours is not the most profitable place to be butting into. Jamshed, Rustam, Dozan, and Ferzan, take your men up the sides of the pass and get your marksmen in position. Bring up the bombs with you and wait for the signal. Hevraz, Merxas, meet up with the scouts and hide yourselves in the valley itself. Don't attack the intruders, you know what to do. Shaho, and Yadgar, take the horsemen up the front. That leaves Zorav to make the introduction. Are we all clear?"
The bandit leaders mumbled their affirmatives.
"Then get to it! I expect to be ahead of them, and above all else, don't let them get dug in or we'll never be free of them!"
On the leading Frigate a 1st mate stands along his captain with his telescope surveying the scene.
"They appear in distress sir, and they have the proper naval signals to call for assistance, but there is something odd about these ships. They do not appear to be of our own current Frigate Classes, they have a different hull designed than our own."
The Captain would have a pocketbook with current naval ships of Egypt for easy designation in case a confused battle occurs.
"You're right, these aren't our frigates, though they look like they're in trouble. I'll have one of the ships sent up to communicate with these three frigates while the other three of our own stay back and watch for trouble."
A signal would be soon sent out as the assigned Egyptian Frigate sent to investigate is sent near the Avestanian Ships, while the other three are positioned at a moderate firing distance in the event of trouble, as weaponry is readied, consisting of 250mm, 200mm, and 150mm Naval Cannons, and are quite accurate at range.
The Egyptian Red Sea Fleet continues it's Trade Route patrols throughout Egyptian Waters, keeping on low alert due to Pirate Risks and minor disputes between trading ships. The Cypriot-Levant Fleet, in the absence of the four frigates assigned to investigation, are soon to complete the drill and return to patrolling the waters of the Eastern Mediterranean, as the Core Fleet patrols waters near the coast of Aegyptus Proper. Those stationed within the Levant and Arabia continue to await for the theorized attack their nation has been waiting for for decades on end, keeping a watchful eye on the sands of Arabia and the mountains of South-Central Anatolia, keeping defensive positions ready throughout day and night.Republic Under Specters Grasp wrote:"Sport name, is Pyr. Added to the records. Clarifications have also been added. Thank you, strange organic. Your contributions will be noted for our archivial information guides." She watched on with the sport, acting like all she said was perfectly normal. To her, it was. The lightly glowing green visor, the talking to herself, and the fact that she's barely visible: it's all just pretty normal stuff.
The Anubian that was once questioned by the Gem was quite early to notice the bizarre green visor, which was assumed to be some form of protection against the sun of the Sahara, but hearing her speech caught a particular interest.
"Hey.. are you one of those researchers from Europe? I've only heard that kind of talk from a scientist from when they come around here, and you definitely don't sound like an Egyptian native or at least from around Algeria. You're also awfully short, even for a human."
The conversation has piqued the interest of other individuals around the two, and now have their attention away from the game and towards the Gem.
Acerbezi Invitation
The invitation of Acerbez to come along and observe the technological progress initiated by Tze Lia, as a team of 7 is sent to comply with the invitation to the Acerbezi Dominion
by Avestan » Tue Oct 24, 2017 7:09 am
Acerbez wrote:Pi Ar and the little emerald fairy
treading through the thicket for some time, Pi Ar's hearing lowered to pick up the sound of the surrounding environment. The breeze, the blowing grass, and the suddenly in "Qinghai-Hua", the dialect of the region "How... are you"? The tone of the sentence was a bit offset and quaint to hear. But immediately assuming it was someone Pi didn't want to see, he turned around and crouched. Waiting a few moments to look up, the grass quite tall but the breeze spread out enough to make out a shiny blue girl. His eye's widened in astonishment! Never having seen anybody look so... "weird" before in his life- and her features were clearly not Shen-Chinese.
He stood up and hadn't noticed the 2 larger gems tucked away. The bleeding had ceased and dried leaving only a thin line of hardened blood only a few cm long down his face. Perhaps one of the few times he was larger than somebody else- atleast who wasnt clearly a toddler. He pointed down at the gem and said "You don't say "Ni hao ma" first. (How Are you)... First you have to say hello... (Just Ni Hao). i will say hello back thennn you ask how am i." He said in a lecturing tone thoroughly enunciating the "Then". He stared briefly and dropped his arms to his shoulders and looked up at the sky, "Im ok..." letting out a small sigh. He began to walk slowly towards the gem cautiously, leaving his small school bag behind. "You're... Are you even Chinese??" he questioned. "Ni Kan Qilai yi ge "Cui Xiannu" (You look like an emerald fairy). He sat down but a few steps away from the gem in the grass to better look at the Gem closely.
Waiting around for the bullies, time had flew by and dusk was upon them...
The Hanoi Incident
Liu Fei was aboard "SDS Cao Ren" monitor among a convoy of merchant vessels, in his cabin alone rehearsing his "Guqin" or Chinese slide guitar. This was customary of most upper officials who took great pride in understanding music, and most if not all Officials in Shen-China knew their way around one instrument or another. The Vice-Chancellor being a re-known Guzheng Harpist.
Mid-Day the the ship's sentry would take notice of the 2 Togerian armored trade-ships upon their arrival to Hanoi's port, Hamlet and Arc.
In a Guangdong Accent he exclaimed "Ni dou ah! Togerians spotted here in the port!" The call would echo throughout the ship and another servicemen would burst into the cabin, unaware of Liu Fei's wrath when interrupted. "SIR! There's Toge-" abruptly cut off, Liu Fei speedily grabbed a cup from nearby and slung it at the man whilst still seated with his instrument laid against him, clanking against the wall. "I AM BUSY, YOU IDIOT!" Suddenly another Serviceman would be near the door saying something about Togerians to another quite loudly. Flushed and angered, Liu Fei shoved past the first man and stepped onto the deck to see the Togerian Jacks blowing in the wind into port. Having held his own sentiments on the trade front and his own involvement with attempting to best the Togerian's in the Asian Pacific, his eyes gleemed at the opportunity to harass the elves. Strutting down the deck he commanded the security garrison aboard a call to assembly, to prepare a security check of the Togerian Vessels.
To finagle and irritate the Togerians, Liu Fei planned to stall them out from docking and unloading on schedule- as was protocol for the Dominion to undermine their trade efforts. Standing at the bow and clearly out of cannon range, he ordered the turret mounted cannon to fire low and intentionally miss; but allowing the spinning cannon ball to skim across the water. As a show of force and blunder despite being outnumbered, the Singled SDS Cao Ren and the 2 armored trade boats.
Using the ship horn to communicate across the distance, with no knowledge of the Togerian language he commanded purely in Chinese firstly and then in a broken english. His harsh accent echoing across the water. "HALT! TOGERIAN TRADE VESSELS. UNDER THE COVENANT AUTHORITY OF THE SHEN DOMINION , YOU ARE TO SUBMIT YOUR VESSEL TO UNDERGO SEARCH BEFORE DOCKING AND UNLOADING". He looked to the men on deck and nodded, today they would be boarding Togerian ships- Certain they would submit to the boarding and investigation of their cargo.
The Okinawa Incident
The frail soldier who fired took the shot directly to the stomach with enough force to flip him head first into the ground, dropping like a bad habit. After the bar keep took his shot, the other soldiers followed suit in flipping the table for cover. 2 of the soldiers unfortunately would take hits from the firing Parcians. The first taking to much time to drop into cover would take a skimming bullet on the outside of his neck non-fatally wounding him but bad enough to cause hysteria in the 2 men beside him and the second taking a hit through the table itself, splintering the wood and piercing the left of his back below the shoulder blade.
Sargent Lei was a brawler sure, but no man takes to blows to the balls and feels the same. After the 2 hits his face flushed further red, unknown to Roberto however, Lei was also a head-butter and his frame complimented it. Like 2 rocks cracking together with nothing but a bounce, their foreheads recoiled. Lei weighing down Roberto's wrist but unable to move from the cheap shots, he let out a lurching "Urgh" and spit up saliva onto the floor next to Roberto ear. Lei was a portly man, and idling on top of Roberto to gain his second wind would take moments. The Ascending pain from groin to stomach was abrupt and the adrenaline would take over shortly, and after it did he kept his left arm and hand on Roberto's right arm/hand and jolted up wards to bring down and crushing elbow across Roberto's face.
Behind one of the tables, outcries could be heard. "ZHANG! ZHANG!" one man yelled. Zhang would be holding his neck with one hand and his eyes attempting to glare at his wound despite it being physically impossible. "Wai Min, you have to run back to the Ship! You have to get the others!" the soldier drunkenly yelled while shaking the unhurt soldier. Wai Min leered at Zhang's wound and Zhang's eyes. Panic. Both object and observer were frightened. "ZOU BA!" (GO NOW). Wai Min nodded ferociously, and looked to another soldier behind the table who gestured for them to both make a break together to get help. So the both stood up and jolted for the door. The 1 soldier attended to the Shang and attempted to comfort him, Propping the soldier up and sitting behind him with his Rifle aimed at the bar while the other wounded man rolled over from the flipped table and let of a round into the Parcian's make-shift barricade along with the remaining 3 soldiers from the last and farthest table. 1 Soldier, drunk as piss thought he would pull a move on the Parcians by not firing and waiting for a hand or head to poke out and take a drunk shot at whatever moved from behind... Beer goggle focus, waiting to..... CRACK!.
Kulma Pass
Advancing after the completion of the fort on the Shen side, the 58th would advance to rendezvous with the 2 reconnaissance teams sent out in the mid way to determine the length of the Pass. Both groups treading along opposite ends and breaking apart in any paths to search for water sources or anything of the like within the mountains. The right hand group would fall back in distance compared to the left group due to the discovery of a lake within the mountains somewhat nearer to the beginning of the pass (The Corner Lake) would be relayed back to Colonel Tiang Wei by 3 men, leaving the other 7 to continue to tread a bit further. Upon recieiving word from the men, the Colonel devised alternative measures. Water supplies from both Xinjian and this lake would be used in case difficulties arise from either source, an addition fort will begin constructing and they will make camp in the ridge of the mountains here until the completion of this fort. Colonel Tiang Wei was a patient man and no word from ahead of any problems have come back. The plan was now to fortify the Shen-end, the lake, a bit ahead in the middle with an outpost to send communication back and forth, and lastly the opening into the "West-land".
The engineers would begin construction at the lake side, the majority of the artillery detachment would remain at the Shen side fort along with the 200 men stationed until further notice, bringing along only the 2 "9cm" cannons. The infantry would be stationed up front with the cavalry at the rear. Sentries would post on the ground in groups of 3 and on the mountain sides with "Gong alarms" should anything happen.
The Left group advancing far beyond the other recon group would make considerable headway through the 80km pass, Unaware of the lake discovery and how far ahead they were. 6 men trailing through the valley while the other 4 traversed the mountain side. Hailing from Xinjian, they were well capable of traversing mountains and their expertise in hunting and climbing complimented their ability to conceal themselves. However, going days without contact, the valley walkers would get careless while the mountain walkers trailed a bit far behind. They were nearing the ending quarter of the pass. The 4 mountaineers would make camp behind in the mountains above over-seeing the valley, ready to break back to the main contingent should something happen while the valley men would simultaneously watch above and await the go-ahead on the day to day. The Valley men would continue, eyes vigilant but rather careless of their own detection while the mountaineers were better suited to spotting anything with an almost bird's eye view of the valley and direct vision of the sides. The Right sight Recon would cover back ground and make their way towards the Left group, a full day behind.
by Parcia » Tue Oct 24, 2017 10:25 am
by Centro-Progressive Peoples Entity » Tue Oct 24, 2017 4:32 pm
by The Grand Diamond Authority » Tue Oct 24, 2017 5:16 pm
Centro-Progressive Peoples Entity wrote:Palace of Anglia
"We feel an obligation to help, especially seeing as we do live on this Earth and would rather continue living." The Lord paused before continuing to answer the Gem's question. He eyed an AGS officer, who nodded with a grim expression on his face. "It is not a war, per se, but we do happen to be caught in the crossfire. We Anglians are in a military alliance with the Shen in Asia, and we have substantially increased our naval presence in the area. Now, the Togerians, one of our economic rivals with whom we have been conducting a trade war, which is actually not a physical war but rather one of money, and they also have a substantial presence in the area. Hell, our colonies even border those of Togeria. The way it seems now, with the situation in the Philippines, we might have to go to war. Our advantage is in strategy, but we lack in allies; it seems to be only us and the Shen."
by The Bio-Regional Cooperative of States » Tue Oct 24, 2017 7:18 pm
Avestan wrote:The crew of the ships continue to wait for the Egyptians to approach, biding their time until it would be time to strike. Even as they prepared to begin boarding action, the other ships began to target their cannons on the remaining Egyptian ships, and readied to attempt to escape the vessels as soon as possible.
The Grand Diamond Authority wrote:"Will do, Selim. You'll be regarded as quite the source of info if the Brigade needs it." She closes the pod, as it floats off, and sets course for Cairo, making it to the area in a couple of minutes, but deciding to put the ship into stealth plating mode to stay hidden as she looks over the city.
by The Grand Diamond Authority » Tue Oct 24, 2017 7:29 pm
The Bio-Regional Cooperative of States wrote:Avestan wrote:The crew of the ships continue to wait for the Egyptians to approach, biding their time until it would be time to strike. Even as they prepared to begin boarding action, the other ships began to target their cannons on the remaining Egyptian ships, and readied to attempt to escape the vessels as soon as possible.
The three Cypriot-Levant Frigates holding the back would keep their weaponry trained on the Avestanian Frigates in suspicion, as the selected frigate sent off approaches the Avestanian ships. The Scouting Ship would finally arrive within close range of the opposing ship group, where individuals within the ship out of sight would ready personal weaponry in the event of an attempted boarding of the frigate. Escape Ships are likewise prepare, while bright, high-flying flares are readied to signal that the ship is under attack, where further signals from the ships in the back would signify that Egypt is under Attack quite quickly to the nearby Core and Cypriot-Levant Fleets.The Grand Diamond Authority wrote:"Will do, Selim. You'll be regarded as quite the source of info if the Brigade needs it." She closes the pod, as it floats off, and sets course for Cairo, making it to the area in a couple of minutes, but deciding to put the ship into stealth plating mode to stay hidden as she looks over the city.
Cairo is quite frankly, massive. It was able to be seen from far beyond the Nile and well into the desert. Massive amounts of buildings make up the city, appearing as mix of Ancient Egyptian, Greek, and Modern constructs. The streets are very active, with trolleys taking individuals too and from their locations, and the streets are filled with people doing their daily travels. The Buildings, although chaotic in design, appear to be quite organized in a rectangular street structure. Farther from the centre of the city, buildings become more spaced out as traffic reduces, to where it is quite calm on the outer limits on the city.
by Centro-Progressive Peoples Entity » Tue Oct 24, 2017 7:41 pm
The Grand Diamond Authority wrote:Centro-Progressive Peoples Entity wrote:Palace of Anglia
"We feel an obligation to help, especially seeing as we do live on this Earth and would rather continue living." The Lord paused before continuing to answer the Gem's question. He eyed an AGS officer, who nodded with a grim expression on his face. "It is not a war, per se, but we do happen to be caught in the crossfire. We Anglians are in a military alliance with the Shen in Asia, and we have substantially increased our naval presence in the area. Now, the Togerians, one of our economic rivals with whom we have been conducting a trade war, which is actually not a physical war but rather one of money, and they also have a substantial presence in the area. Hell, our colonies even border those of Togeria. The way it seems now, with the situation in the Philippines, we might have to go to war. Our advantage is in strategy, but we lack in allies; it seems to be only us and the Shen."
"Well, it's not a matter for us to go into, only that it was a mention on deck. A really loud one, but still..." Deciding to keep the topic away from such, she changes the topic. "Yes, help... Only if you truly want to. The danger in dealing with a geoweapon isn't anything to take with ease. Some have done worse then a simple quaking through the ground, but at least this is only shards of a corruption. Any larger would make up to be a natural disaster." She adjusts her dress, while her guards still are trying to keep composed, still looking around the palace.
by The Grand Diamond Authority » Tue Oct 24, 2017 7:52 pm
Centro-Progressive Peoples Entity wrote:The Grand Diamond Authority wrote:"Well, it's not a matter for us to go into, only that it was a mention on deck. A really loud one, but still..." Deciding to keep the topic away from such, she changes the topic. "Yes, help... Only if you truly want to. The danger in dealing with a geoweapon isn't anything to take with ease. Some have done worse then a simple quaking through the ground, but at least this is only shards of a corruption. Any larger would make up to be a natural disaster." She adjusts her dress, while her guards still are trying to keep composed, still looking around the palace.
"Our wars, or lack thereof, are not a matter which should be meddled in. However in your situation lack of logical justification for our involvement is replaced with pressing concern for the future of our existence. We will help you."
by Togeria » Tue Oct 24, 2017 9:52 pm
Republic Under Specters Grasp wrote:Togeria wrote:As the spacecraft enters into the arcane field of the mystic cloud, its magic seeks to seemingly try and grip the ship. The field of vision being covered with thick smoke and sparks of pure energy shooting out like lightning, arcing as it hits the ship and forming around it like tendrils latching onto its pray.
Inside
The concoction begins to bubbles, a gel like substance thick and black like oil forming and spilling out the container. "Yes", Jeville says under his breath, moving away as the substance moves from the container. Like a snake it slithers around from the pot spilling onto the table and carelessly knocking away material or vase that may be on it. It continued to slither into the direction of the deceased woman. Crawling onto the table the smell of burning muscle would soon fill the room as like burning tar it cooked the flesh as it touched it, soon engulfing the deceased form and breaking away the threads of muscle, eating away to the bone.
In awe Jeville watched, mystified and engrossed. A hand on his old chest his heart began to race, his breath becoming a shudder as he watched. It was happening so fast, so much beauty. Only a few hours earlier had he been forced to deal with the passing of his beauty and now he would soon see her evolution, her metamorphosis into a perfect form.
Blood racing through his veins as he watched he had to take a seat to excited to stand still, like a child at Christmas the gift that awaited filled with him too much desire and want to simply stand still. He had to take a seat, he must take a seat, and place himself if only temporarily in the restraint of a lockless prison. It was almost done the final deed to be united with his love Abby.
As the substance further coagulated achieving more of her form, he uncloaked himself from his attire, leaping towards the figure. The burning gel eating at his skin like hot oil it ran into his eyes and mouth instantly blinding him. A joyful pain that he felt all over as the gel further ripped away at his skin melting and shedding it like old clothing the cool air of the rainy night would run along the ligaments of his spine. Like nails being repeatedly hammered into the tips of his fingers the gel would rush into every orifice and strip away any opposition that separated it from his bone.
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He had long lost the ability to scream from the gel ripping away at his throat and vocal cords silent screeching heard only his brain that would soon too be wasted away.
"Jacques." the most feint of whispers could be heard, the most silent of callings. "Jacques. I need your brain.....I need your passion. I want your love and your desire, I want to.....feel your determination. Your heart a caged engine only running for a failing vessel and wasting its potential. I want that, Jacques, I want this.....this to be real. I want your, I need your brain Jacques, but I need my body. Cogitamus, cogitamus, cogito. What was once two becomes one. What was once half becomes whole. What was once a dream becomes a possibility. Theories and ideas once thrown away as radical and impossible are now fact, Jacques. You did this Jacques, we did this. We think, cogitamus, I am you and you will be me. I gave you body and I gave you purpose when all was burned in the fires of jealously when the gloom of loved on lost became overwhelming when the despair of a broken heart left a blade slid across virgin wrist and red hue coated an aged arm, when the talkings of a bottled spirit led to a cold night above a roof. And what did you give me? Love, pitiful love, soulless love, but love now with purpose.
Surrender Jacques, you cannot scream because I am your voice. We are voice now I am you and you are I. We will soon become one and with one becomes only I, the I that is us both, Jacques. Jesus Christ, I love you."
The gel further digging into body would flow into the valves of his heart, the fiery passion of his love beating through his ceaseless veins being incorporated into the perfect design. Soon there would be silence and then soon there would be nothing.
Jacques would soon see a white field absent of any other color. It was plain, simple, mute. Looking down he saw a floor that was highly reflective, his eyes lighting as he saw himself. He was younger and with more vigor and yet his skin felt weightless like paper like he had adorned himself in cheap streamer paper. There was no wind in this place and yet at any moment he felt as though his skin would fly away into the distance, he reached up and touched his face, gripping it in his palm and then:
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Color, made from his flood. It dripped on the floor coating it in exotic blues, vibrant greens, and fiery reds. It was beautiful a canvas of color that was all his, he wanted more. He only wanted more, he ripped more away at his skin, soon the vibrant colors coating him down and soon puddle of rainbow beauty on the floor. He looked at his hand stripped bare to the bone and leaping in the colors he saw.
He briefly turned around the room and saw a skeleton he had seen earlier, Abby, the beautiful creature which even stripped bare on anything still in her most simple form was a beacon of beauty and desire. His heartless heart leaped in its cage beating in passion that he not since felt since when he was young. Even without organs the flow of emotions were like drugs to his head making his body and feet feel lighter than air a true feeling of euphoria as he gazed upon her. She would walk to him, pulling him close a love embrace and as their skeletons touched the feeling of happiness beamed from him. Their shared energy emitting from them and soon coating them in a thick aura that eclipsed the white room. Only the could understand each other, understand their reasons and motivations, understand their fear and hopes. They understood, they wanted to understand, they were...power.
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The glob that still stood in the room now began to take permanent form the bones of the breaking down into their most primitive form. Abby had given her mind so that a body may lay present and Jacques his body so that his wisdom may lead their design. A perfect fusion of the two they took began to take shape:
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First a black goop only maintaining form from the skeletal structure it would soon grow in power and light, a vibrant teal giving color to mass.
No matter how many electrical tendrils slowly gripped about on the ship, it kept on descending, re-aligning itself to make its loud landing.
"Ancient magics. The planet may be built to keep people out, but when it comes to us..." She crosses her legs over her throne, watching to her Nephrite as she adjusted the ship's descent speed. Their descent begun to dash throughout the cloud, the ship negating the electricity spreading around it with it's plating, "Activate the landing gear: we'll land hard if we need to."
by The Grand Diamond Authority » Wed Oct 25, 2017 4:25 am
Togeria wrote:Republic Under Specters Grasp wrote:
No matter how many electrical tendrils slowly gripped about on the ship, it kept on descending, re-aligning itself to make its loud landing.
"Ancient magics. The planet may be built to keep people out, but when it comes to us..." She crosses her legs over her throne, watching to her Nephrite as she adjusted the ship's descent speed. Their descent begun to dash throughout the cloud, the ship negating the electricity spreading around it with it's plating, "Activate the landing gear: we'll land hard if we need to."
Minutes the later the sound of diamond scratching could be heard against the stone architecture of the tower. The cloudiness that had blocked their view had been dissipated and in their view would be a stream of pure arcane energy spilling from the top of the tower and forming into a cloud that had previously blocked their vision.
A plethora of colors could be seen, reds and blues, yellows and green. Each merged into a singular white light that burst into the cloud formation.
by Acerbez » Wed Oct 25, 2017 6:30 am
by Parcia » Thu Oct 26, 2017 12:24 am
by Parcia » Sat Oct 28, 2017 7:35 pm
by The Bio-Regional Cooperative of States » Sat Oct 28, 2017 9:43 pm
The Grand Diamond Authority wrote:Dripping down from the sky and silently placing herself down in a sparsely populated area, and hiding the pod, she walks on out and begins to head on into the city, looking to hopefully make herself useful both as a researcher, and a diplomat. She heads on about, looking for things to do, places to see, people to meet... Anything, in the city of Cairo.
by The Grand Diamond Authority » Sun Oct 29, 2017 8:56 am
The Bio-Regional Cooperative of States wrote:The Grand Diamond Authority wrote:Dripping down from the sky and silently placing herself down in a sparsely populated area, and hiding the pod, she walks on out and begins to head on into the city, looking to hopefully make herself useful both as a researcher, and a diplomat. She heads on about, looking for things to do, places to see, people to meet... Anything, in the city of Cairo.
Where the Peridot landed was the region of the city referred to as "Outer Cairo", and is relatively newer than the centre of the city, and she landed where the population is rather sparse, on the true edges of the city, as there is much space between the buildings, and Central Cairo can be seen to the north of the Peridot's position. There is a road that appears recently renewed that connects each of the residential buildings, as well as a trolley line that runs parallel to it. There are a few structures that stand out considerably compared to the rest of the buildings in the area, as these are referred to as the Citadels of the Gods, where individuals go to practice the national religion. Each of these Citadels have a statued impression of Horus and Anubis on each side of the entrance of a Citadel. People aren't seen too often, as it is a sparsely populated area, although there are those coming off of the trolley and getting on, as well as people just taking a walk on the roads.
Demographic Shift in Egypt
Before Industrialization, Humans have been the dominant member of Egyptian Society, as in 1650 they constituted for 70% of the Egyptian Population, while Anubians held up the remaining 30%. Human Birth Rates out-paced the Anubians' growth in the pre-industrial times due to a number of factors, such as the humans' concentration on the Nile and the Anubians being native desert-dwellers, and with that resource availability. Anubians have a higher birth capacity, as litter numbers ranged from 3 to 6, while Humans had an average of 2-4 birth individuals. Despite having higher birth numbers, Anubians are more susceptible to infant mortality, as diseases and lack of resources usually brought the average down to 2.But over the past two centuries and the introduction of mass industry, the Anubians have quickly caught up to Humanity, as the introduction to mass vaccinations, high capacity infrastructure, and Urban Development has allowed for the more numerous young of the Anubians to survive to adulthood more often than ever before, while the naturally lower fertility rates of humans worked to their disadvantage. Throughout the 18th and the current years of the 19th centuries the percentages shifted towards the Anubians, until the most recent census of 1876 has proven that Anubians have risen to 50% of the whole Egyptian population, and the trend will only show a decline of human percentages.
by Parcia » Tue Oct 31, 2017 12:21 am
by Togeria » Sun Nov 12, 2017 9:53 pm
Parcia wrote:
To whom it may concern...
I am a young queen, one of vigor, health, and energy much in the same as my mother, and her father before her. I, how ever, seem to have been given the wonderful gift of afterthought.
For the last 4 decades, our two nations have been as a state of unease, one that permeates the vary cores of our two great nations. The Parcian Populace is largely distrustful of magic, and highly hostile to Elves and most other non human races for the longest of times now. I wish to change this.
I wish to change the minds of both our peoples, to open the boarders, and to look at each other not as possible enemies, but as true friends.
As the Queen, I act as a member of the Senate, with my voice holding some sway over the house majority. I have the draft for a bill that would build the foundation of this friendship. As well as giving the newly acquired races of the former Blakens Federation full rights, but to allow Elves and other non humans the same rights.
You may read this letter as you wish, or completely ignore it, as I plan on submitting the bill either way, but I hoped, in the spirit of the Christmas season, that perhaps there really could be good will to all beings of this world.
Christina Von Strauss, Queen of Parcia, sovereign protector of Florida, and Defender of the faith.
P.S: I do know that most of your people do not celebrate Christmas, but I like to think it's message is obvious to all, regardless of the god they worship. Merry Christmas, and a happy new year to you.
It is sealed with the Royal seal, and sent by the fastest train to Togaria.
Dear Queen Christina,
I on behalf of myself and the Togerian people would like nothing more than for any distrust and mutual animosity between our peoples to go the way of the wind and for peaceful coexistence and tolerance to take its place. However, such hopes may only be left to time and a willingness to see such hopes come to fruition from both parties involved.
I trust in words, certainly, more than I would if they were from a common politician. I am humbled by your initiative and your plea and I will respond in tow.
It is my only shame that I could not draft a longer response, however do not be dissuaded. I with all my power in respect to your bill will do all in my power to build the foundation to this friendship and Yeezus willing see the mutual enmity between our peoples fade away within our time.
President Henry Locces of Togeria
P.S: A Merry Christmas to you as well.
by Parcia » Sun Nov 12, 2017 11:52 pm
by Togeria » Mon Nov 13, 2017 2:35 am
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