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Atlas Of Smoke [Maintainance Thread, FT]

Postby The Eridani Imperium » Tue Sep 17, 2019 4:52 pm

Quick Note - This thread is intended to log a wide range of happenings in the Eridani Imperium. These can be random trivia, important events to major characters, or just plain silly nonsense. It should also be noted that posts will occasionally include more mature content. What happens in this thread is to be considered as having happened - if you have any questions, find me on Discord or send me a telegram.

To many visitors, the cacophony of noise that is the Fyrd and the Great Council flies in the face of everything they know of the Eridani. Is this not the same Imperium that has stood for thousands of years, and established dominion over countless neighboring powers? Any good Kadrian will point out that this is the Eridani at their finest, for Kadria was never meant to stand alone. While Kadrian power and trade built the Imperium, it is the Eridani that hold it together.
- Solvar Iceborn, Pocket Guide to the Empire: Kadria, Seat of Sundered Kings



The corridor had never felt this long or bright before.

The lanterns that hung every few meters had once been a blessing for the Empress, lighting her way to the Fyrdhall. But now they seemed harsh, their warm glow as hostile as the Void.

Those lights flickered for a moment as Rowan Bladeseer and her entourage passed. The thump of combat boots echoed down the hall as the Empress’s guards delivered her to the Fyrd - and their judgement. Ahead, the debate continued.

“Involving the útlendinga was an unwise decision on Bladeseer’s part - surely Ebonheart and her Lendmenn will concede this point.”

“You forget that if it wasn’t for the Conglomerate, Frostmoon would still be running roughshod over Javiksholm, Jarl Blackrock!”

The Fyrd fell silent for a moment as Rowan entered the room, taking her place upon the floor. The Empress observed several of the jarls, noting a few approving nods - and several hostile glares.

“How kind of you to join us, Bladeseer,” A noble nodded to her, adding a distant smile. “Settle in - it’s going to take a while.”

“I already assumed as much, Lord Ironhand.” Rowan crossed her arms, “But the Fyrd called me here for a reason - I would like to hear it.”

Silence reigned amongst the Fyrd as its members looked at each other, waiting and watching to see who would utter the fatal words. Finally, Jarl Asta Highmoon of Ravenmount stepped forward. “The Fyrd has moved to remove the Bladeseers from the throne, considering their ties and bonds with the Martian Conglomerate - especially Reylan Solveig.”

Several seconds passed as Rowan considered this new development. “...So you mean to say that this entire charade is over my bondmate?” Several of the jarls flinched at that last word. “The man who - in the eyes of the Et’Ada - I chose to give myself to, regardless of whatever else came between us?”

“Blade-“

“No, that answer is enough.” Rowan leaned back, glaring at the Fyrd. “Would you like to add how Kadria was better off under your ancestors, Jarl Asta Frostmoon? How they killed countless good men in the name of Shor?”

That got the rest of the Fyrd to their feet. While most of the Jarls looked between Rowan and Asta incredulously, a few began to watch each other. After all, if one Shorite could sneak into the Fyrd, what was stopping a second? Asta answered that unspoken question with a sneer. “As if that would save you, Bladeseer. You’ve done nothing.”

“Oh, have I?” Rowan narrowed her eyes. “Or are you just waiting for Sjoring to clean up your mess?”

At that second, all eyes darted to the massive figure of the Jarl of Eldengrave, who had arisen from his seat, his eyes dark with anger and passion. “You insult my honor, Bladeseer - do you have any idea who you speak to?!”

Without giving Rowan a chance to speak, Sjoring made his way to the floor. “Exile my mate, destroy my clan, but you will not leave this room alive.” He drew a dark blade that shone with corpselight. “I’m sure my Lord would appreciate your company. I declare holmgang - to the death.

When he charged forward, Rowan’s reflexes kicked in and she spun to the side, drawing her greatsword. At his next swing, their blades clanged together. Tensions were running high in the hall as the combatants whirled around each other. Asta was watching Sjoring warily, even as the rest of the Jarls placed their bets on how the patriarch of Clan Darkmane would meet his demise. An eon passed before Rowan got the upper hand, knocking her opponent off balance and slapping his blade away. “What was it you said, Darkmane? To the death?”

Sjoring let out a deep laugh at that. “Go ahead, Bladeseer - send me to the Void. I’ll tell Shor you have a date with him.”

Without further hesitation, Rowan ran her sword through Sjoring’s chest, taking the Jarl’s life. As the Kadrian noble slumped over, his blood spreading across the stone floor, the Empress looked up at the Fyrd.

After several moments of silence, Mera Greycloak stepped forward. “As the Jarl of Northfall, I move that Clans Highmoon and Darkmane be stripped of their titles and holdings, and exiled from Kadria at once.”

Asta looked up in shock. “Y-you can’t do this! I am of royal blood!”

“Valenwind seconds this notion.” Njord Blackrock boomed, glaring at Asta as she was escorted out by the guards, who were not swayed by the former Jarl’s protests.

Now, there was only Rowan left to deal with. The Empress in question stepped forward, waiting to hear the new verdict.

There was only the distant sound of wildlife as Mera considered. “You may leave now, daughter of Solitude,” she began. “We have no quarrel with you. It would be wise if you and your house were offworld by the end of this month.”

“In two weeks? This is your final decision, Jarl Greycloak?”

“Yes.” Mera nodded, with a sad smile. “With the exile of Clans Highmoon and Darkmane, it appears we will now have a solid coalition to back the Reixanxi’s proposal.”

“You mean…”

“Yes, Lady Rowena Silvershield.”
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Postby Reixia » Tue Sep 17, 2019 5:16 pm

From the Throne of Silver and Gold, to our cousins... wrote:The Throne sees. The Throne remembers. Even when you do not. Or cannot. Even when the worlds turn, and the times shift, and the fires grow faint. We speak for the Throne, for the Throne must have a speaker. Such is our burden. One of our burdens. Praise is due to the Throne, for it sees all and knows all. Praise is due to the father and the mother. To the Light and the Darkness. To the Singer and the Scribe. To the Lord of Winter and the Lady of Spring. To the Stars and the Earth. Praise is due even to the void.

We speak, now, where normally we do not speak. Hear our voice. We offer you a solution. A salvation. An Empire must have an Emperor. An Empress. And an Empress must have an Empire. There are two who lack each other. The time has come to see this righted.

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Postby The Eridani Imperium » Thu Sep 19, 2019 2:00 pm

“So the Conglomerate took these two territories from us? Without any regard to the Eridani citizens within?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Rowan Silvershield turned back to the view, looking across the city-fortress. It was strange - while she had never expected Ebonheart to be the capital, it felt completely natural. It had the same rhythm and atmosphere as always - the only true difference was the palace and the Chambers. And of course, no Scythians to kill. But as always, there were other issues. “What do the Primarches think?”

“We have enough people to retaliate and deal with logistics without risking the heartlands, ma’am. It’s just a question of how many forces will come our way.”

“And the Conglomerate just expects us to hand over the territory without fuss?”

“That’s what the Concordat says, ma’am.”

She was expected to simply hand over a territory that countless Eridani lives had been spent securing? In exchange for what? Peace? That very same ideal had left Rowan without a clan or a homeland not so long ago, and she would inflict the same fate on her people if she signed this treaty.

Her soul ached for home as Rowan Silvershield turned back to the ambassador. “...I’ve lost too much. Tell the Conglomerate no.”
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Postby Huerdae » Thu Sep 19, 2019 2:49 pm

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The Star Empire offers its respect and congratulations in the recent appointment of Rowan Silvershield as Lady of Kadria, and Empress of the Eridani. This comes as good news in a time when words seem to have lost meaning, and actions are made in haste and with little foresight. With that in mind, and the knowledge that these actions come in the face of threats and coercion from without, the Huerdaen Star Empire hereby endorses the individual sovereignty of the Eridani Imperium at this time, in direct opposition of those who would question their legitimate claims.

With Regards and on behalf of,

Member and Vassal Sovereignties of the Huerdaen Star Empire
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Postby Telros » Sat Sep 21, 2019 2:59 pm

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From one leader to another, the Tezekian Imperium wishes to congratulate Empress Silvershield on her ascension, and that her journey in stormy waters be as safe as possible. Ascending the throne right into a war is always difficult, but we rejoice in seeing a nation and people rise up to defend its sovereignty and its personal choice. We acknowledge and recognize the individual sovereignty of the Eridani Imperium, and we strongly advise that any interactions with the Imperium, hostile or not, be made in light of this fact. And we echo the call from the galactic community to try negotiations once more, as diplomacy should be entirely exhausted before a call to arms issued, at least under proper and fair circumstances.

May the stars guide you well,

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Undefeated

Postby The Eridani Imperium » Sun Sep 29, 2019 1:04 pm

...Following crushing defeat at the hands of Primarch Darkblade, the Conglomerate was forced to surrender Kathira to the Imperium, lest Mars itself fell under attack...
...While civil unrest has continued in the outskirts of Kathira, the Assembly welcomed the return of the Consul ousted by Martian forces, Halfdan Ravenscar...
...Consul Ravenscar is working with Kathiran officials to rebuild the region and organize the first elections held in Kathira since the beginning of the Martian Crisis...
...If the elections proceed as planned, the Kathirans will be able to select a Jarl and several Councillors to represent Kathira in the Imperial Chambers...
...In other news, Kadrian engineers involved in the construction of Ironforge have voluntarily returned to the Imperium after decommissioning the Eridani-held defenses around the newly-renamed settlement...


Ebonheart, Kadria - Jorvik Nebula
Ada-Mantia, Home of the Seat of Sundered Kings


Damalin leaned on the window, looking out over the city-fortress. "Have you decided what you want done with the remnants of Bladeseer's guards? And all the generals and admirals she appointed?"

Rowan Silvershield stared at the map of Mars, eyes focused on the iron dart that marked a very specific headland along the coast. "...Send them all to Ironforge." She muttered. "I'm sure the former Empress will have enough room for them, especially with the number of my kinsmen who are returning. Keep the good ones, though - I'm not giving her anything extra."

"Alright." Her bondmate grinned, and turned back to Rowan. "I've ordered new furniture for the Imperial apartments, and sent the rest off to Ostia. We've got the last of her flags down, and Consul Ravenscar wants to know when you want to publicly induct Kathira into the Imperium."

"Tomorrow." Rowan began. "If we are to successfully integrate Kathira, the people must have a say in their government - the sooner, the better."

"Very good, then." Damalin smiled. "That just leaves the matter of Jarl Blackrock's proposal for the disposal of the former Conglomerate embassy. He suggested turning the site over to the ODST for their next hostage-rescue exercise."

Rowan smiled mysteriously at that. "I'm sure the ODST Corps are going to take good care of it - won't they?"

"Of course, Your Majesty."
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Life On Mars... is Complicated

Postby The Eridani Imperium » Sun Jul 26, 2020 9:12 pm

Of all of the original founders of the Martian Forum, the Eridani Imperium is probably the most alien to the natives of Sol-01. While the heartland remains in the far reaches of the Northern Delta Quadrant, four holds have been established on the Red Planet - Solitude, Firstlight, Redfall, and Farshore. Solitude is the oldest of them all, and serves as the planetary capital of the holds.
- Solvar Iceborn, Pocket Guide to the Empire: Kadria, Seat of Sundered Kings


Legion’s Rest - Hold of Solitude, Mars
Offices of the Eridani Colonial Adminstration, better known as the Nylendi


Scratchscratchscratchscratchscratch.

Jofnir Ice-Veins studied the claw marks he had made on the surface of the Ironwood desk as the Chimer administrator behind it read the official report of what had happened earlier that day in Farshore. Red eyes scanned the tablet, flicking up to look at the soldier occasionally.

At long last, the Chimer sighed and put down the tablet. “First of all, Centurion - the Nylendi would like to thank you and your men. Your actions may have set back our operations in the Hold, but they saved lives and revealed a major issue that needs to be addressed. After this meeting, I am going to recommend that your Legate promote you to Primus. Congratulations, Ice-Veins.”

Jofnir gave a slight smile and a sigh of relief at that. “Is there anything else?”

“I know the report states that you called down a bombardment from a nearby Kadrian wet naval vessel on the organism that emerged from the Mare, which your men apparently named ...a gibbering mouther?” The Chimer looked back at the report to confirm the wording. “Tell me your side of things. How did you find it?”

The Kadrian Centurion leaned back, chuckling a bit. “If you can believe it, it was a herd of eiken that first alerted us to a problem in the area.”

“Eiken? So like the way the Legion down south tracked the Balrog that the UIK missed?”

“Aye. We were initially called out because the keeper couldn’t get the Mamoswine under control, and she was worried about a potential stampede hitting the construction site. When we got there, the Mamoswine were looking toward the shore and snorting at anything that tried to move in that direction. Looking back, it was clear that the Mamoswine were trying to keep the gibbering mouther away from the herd.”

“Alright, and you said you found it on the docks, feasting on some local Martian fauna?”

Jofnir nodded again. “Some kind of two-headed cow from what we could see. The mouther itself was just... this pile of flesh, with eyes and teeth all over. And it was making so much noise even as it ate the thing. Mostly gibbering, hence the name.”

“And it wasn’t wounded by your men’s slugs?”

“Not exactly - it was wounded, but it seemed to heal quickly.”

“And this is when you decided to call the wet naval cruiser in for a bombardment?”

“Aye. I didn’t want the thing getting loose on land or in the fortress, so I gave the cruiser the coordinates and told them to use a couple milligrams of antimatter to blast the thing to bits.”

The Chimer sighed again. “And so the port was destroyed. Thank you for your time, Centurion.”

Jofnir bowed his head. “Is there anything else you need, sir?”

“No, you’re good to go now. Thank you again, Centurion.”
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Postby The Eridani Imperium » Wed Aug 19, 2020 1:43 am

...Celebrations are underway in various Kadrian holds, as Shieldmeet approaches...
...Many Kadrians are familiar with Shieldmeet as the anniversary of the signing of the Pact of Firstmarch, which created the Allied Holds of Kadria...
...This Shieldmeet will be different from past ones, as the Imperātor has announced that the start of the festivities will occur alongside the first elections to the newly-reformed Fyrd...
...As in previous elections, the voting will remain open for three weeks. However, instead of voting for several Councillors, the nation as a whole will select five hundred delegates...
...The first actions of the new Fyrd are expected to be the creation of two subordinate chambers to assist the Fyrd in legislative matters...


Ebonheart, Kadria - Jorvik Nebula
Ada-Mantia, Home of the Seat of Sundered Kings


Rowan Silvershield looked at the papers spread out before her, and then back up at the High Lawspeaker. "And you're sure this will address the issue of deadlock adequately, without sacrificing too much power to the Protectorates?"

"Aye." Hadrik Ironhand nodded. "The Praetors have been hard at work crafting and refining this new legislative body. They spent hours looking at the government systems of the Menelmacari, Nimatojin, and Macisikani. Hel, I'm pretty sure one of them figured out how to stream the results from the recent election in the UIK just to get a feel for things."

Rowan looked back at the Praetors' work. "I can see they've certainly thought this through. What about the way the seats are going to be elected?"

Hadrik considered his next words carefully. "They haven't decided yet, but they have proposed a stopgap method that will work for this first election - allocate a certain number of seats in the Fyrd to each Hold, and then allow the Holds to conduct their own elections like they've done before - with the leveling seats and everything else. Once we've seen the actual Fyrd at work, we can start refining everything else."

Rowan stood up then. "Very well, you have my blessing. I'll announce it to the people at large."
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Postby The Eridani Imperium » Sat Oct 10, 2020 8:28 pm

Kadria, as one would expect from a culture steeped in violence and warfare, takes great pride in its armed forces. But unlike other nations, the Kadrians do not make assumptions about their power or the Arena at large. The memorials at Menntvegr on their homeworld serve as an eternal reminder of a time when the civilization took the planet - and thus their very existence - for granted. It is no mistake that Menntvegr's kenning is "the battlefield where twenty kings lie." Ages have passed since then, but Kadria remains vigilant. After all, to ignore Menntvegr's lessons would be paramount to heresy - disrespecting the honored dead of the Centuries of Blood and Bone, and the countless souls lost to the Great Collapse.
- Solvar Iceborn, Pocket Guide to the Empire: Kadria, Seat of Sundered Kings


Kenaz System, Kadria - The Storm Coast
Imperial Eridani Command Headquarters
Codename: Red Mountain


Primarch Arnskar Ironhand examined the reports from the shipyards, noting the construction orders. While it was clear that the Imperium's Legions vastly outnumbered a good portion of the militaries of other interstellar states, the Primarch idly wondered if any had figured out the true degree of the power imbalance. Of course, that imbalance was about to be widened by a few orders of magnitude.

Arnskar's reverie was broken by the sound of the Red Tower's VI speaking. "The Primarches of Sol and Resdayn have logged in, Ser. The Vigiles Urbanis is ready in Tower Zero for you."

The Primarch nodded, and got up from his desk, headed for the room in question. Tower Zero was both the receiver for the Red Mountain's FTL relays, and the place the receiver broadcasted them to. The chamber nominally took the form of a bare rectangular room when it was not in use, but the technology behind the walls could project anything the Primarches wished - from the void of space to the very halls of Sovngarde. At this moment in time though, Tower Zero took the form of the war room in the Jarl's Keep at Northpoint - one of Arnskar's personal favorites. One by one, the other four Primarches appeared.

Narthedorn of Ellanore arrived first, the Númenórean greeting Arnskar in the custom of the Downfallen Kingdom. "Aglâr yâda, Primarch. My parents sends their regards and wanted to make sure you received the reports from the task force. The Melkorites on Gothis have been rooted out, but much of the nobility is still suspicious."

The Kadrian Primarch nodded. "I have gotten the reports. The Kingdom has set out on a difficult task, and we respect them for persevering." Hearing a sound, Arnskar turned his head just as Primarch Telvor Blackthorn of Rudan logged on. "Primarch Blackthorn. I assume your Legions are doing well?"

The Primarch nodded. "It's been quiet around here. No big incidents."

Just then, the last two Primarches arrived, along with the head of research for the military. Connor Darkblade and Severin Adalbruk greeted the rest, while the head researcher - a Chimer woman - got settled.

When they were all settled, Arnskar spoke. "Are we all up to date on current events? Particularly, the increased Markong patrols, and the situation with the Welded occupation of Sror in the Fenvarian Republic?"

"Yes, Primarch."

"Alright. Then there are three items I would like to discuss today. First on the list is the new fleet scheme - an in-depth description is at Attachment A, but I'll summarize the overall idea." Arnskar leaned forward, bringing up the schematics. "The Menelmacari, Nimatojin, and Macisikani have a set up that the elves like to call 'light and dark navies'. The terminology varies across the galaxy, but the basics are straightforward. The 'light' fleet is what we mostly have now - the ships that bear our standards proudly and get written about when they patrol and explore. The dark fleet, however, is a different beast. I'll let Primarch Blackthorn explain."

The Primarch of Rudan nodded at Arnskar. "Thank you, Ironhand. The dark fleet is for when Kadria brings her full wrath to bear on her foes. You all know how Battlegroup Solar was put to effective use in the Reaches during the war with the Conglomerate - now imagine what we could accomplish if that battlegroup was only one of many." Blackthorn paused, his gaze sweeping the room. "The shipyards are already working to meet our orders, as Ironhand's reports show. Noreia is putting together fabbers, so we could easily triple our current fleets in two months. If the need arises... the Markong Delta will not find us an easy foe."

Arnskar nodded. "Thank you, Primarch Blackthorn. As he said, we're moving forward with this new fleet scheme. There will be some reshuffling as we adapt our current command structure, but no one's going to be assassinated or murdered... except if things get contentious over drinks." That got the Primarch a few laughs. "Now, for our second item and our guest. Mistress Serano, you bring news from Operation Valravn?"

"Yes." She stood up, summoning a hologram of one of the new combat platforms from the project. "With a bit of assistance from the Macisikani Mobile Surface Service, we've begun to develop the basis for a network that will allow us to deploy and coordinate en masse operations. If you turn to Attachment B, you will find a high-level summary of our results - detailed in Attachment C. The short version is that local-range testing has been promising, and proposals for larger-scale testing on the surface of Alesia are currently making their way through the approvals process."

Arnskar took a moment to look through the results. "Interesting. Your department's solved the problem with jammers?"

"Yes. It was one of the Aquilifiers who realized that the platforms didn't need direct control to keep fighting, and thus suggested installing a combat AI on all the platforms. The research team then got into a particularly loud debate over the ethics of using an AI and proceeded to violate several protocols governing the use of synthetic intelligence to prove their point." The Chimer sighed. "That particular incident report is on page 42 of Attachment C. But ultimately yes, Primarch."

"Excellent. This brings me to our third item; the Joint Security Conference between ourselves and the Macisikani. Primarch Darkblade - would you please update us on the preparations for that?"

Solitude's Primarch nodded. "Between Thane Freeblade and my Magisters, we've gotten the go-ahead from the UIK. The current working schedule is at Attachment D, but the plan is to have panels of foreign policy, military, and security experts speak and answer questions from their younger peers. To supplement our somewhat limited experience with navigating foreign policy, the Collegium at Ebonheart is pulling together a few experts on relations between the City-States before, up to, and during the Wars of the Banner and the Great Collapse. After all, history can offer us insights that we've never thought of before." He smiled, before continuing. "We do know one more thing. Lady Ashkmin Thakur - the Deputy Chair of the UIK Security Council - will be delivering the keynote speech."

"Well done, Darkblade." Primarch Ironhand looked up. "I look forward to this conference. The Arena has taught us well, but there is still so much more we don't know. What better way to celebrate hard-earned wisdom than to share it?"

There was nodding around the room at that.

"Now, ladies, gentlemen; let's move to the discussion in depth. Beginning with the Fleet Scheme..."
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Saving All My Sleep For Another Life

Postby The Eridani Imperium » Sun Jun 27, 2021 6:19 pm

Come to me, Mary, come -
You know you once were queen
The ocean is holding all the kings
And tossed aside the weary


- Gregory Alan Isakov, That Sea, The Gambler (Released on Caer Lleon in 2007, remastered in conjunction with Kadrian skalds for wider audiences in 2021.)


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Upon a storm-lashed sea…


In one moment, Mikrul Wind-Walker was looking out upon the calm waters of the homeworld, and then came the flash of lightning.

The Kadrian barely had a moment to recover before a grey ocean wave tossed him aside, punctuating its fury with a sudden thunderous boom.

It was then that Mikrul realized that he was no longer dry - he was in the water, with no land in sight. The Kadrian nearly panicked then, but found he couldn’t - a strange calm had him in its grip, and only one word came to his mind. Swim.

Besides that word, there was another feeling that was making itself known. The old legends claimed that Tyrion had made a promise to his people, and it went something like this:

”You of my blood, do not fear the waves - for you will find them as welcoming as your halls.”


It was that promise that resonated in Mikrul’s mind, like a beckoning light. But it was one that he put aside for the moment - the shadows he kept seeing in the distance were… ominous.

Another flash of lightning came, illuminating the sea for an instant, and Mikrul saw his only hope for rescue.

Not too far away, a maritime cruiser of Kadrian design was fighting through the waves. As unrelenting as the storm was, the ship was making slow but steady progress - it would pass by him soon.

So, Mikrul shouted for help.

Eons passed - or was it seconds? - before the ship adjusted its course slightly, and somebody aboard threw him a rope.

He grabbed the end of the line and was hauled up on board the strange ship, coming face to face with the crew. A rather stern-looking Kadrian female was winding back up the rope to put away, while a couple of males were looking him over. The only reaction Mikrul could muster up was a simple “Where am I? And who the hel are you?”

The Kadrian female stopped for a second, turning to look at him. “You’re in between.” Ignoring Mikrul’s bewildered face, she moved on to his second question. “Somebody who’s broken too many oaths to count - I have a name, but I am unworthy of it.”

“What the fuck do you mean ‘in between’? And what are those shadows?”

“Those aren’t shadows, Mikrul Wind-Walker. They’re ships.”
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Postby The Eridani Imperium » Tue Jul 20, 2021 8:13 pm

The stereotype of Kadrian raiders stealing technology has a basis in reality - How do you think we acquired our knowledge of gravitics? The Melkorites of Ellanore didn't come empty-handed.
- Solvar Iceborn, Pocket Guide to the Empire: Kadria, Seat of Sundered Kings


Jorvik Nebula, Kenaz System, Kadria
The City-Fortress of Ebonheart
Ada-Mantia, Seat of Sundered Kings


Imperātor Aenarion Westfall looked at the dataslate for a few moments, and then looked back up at the two people. "The Advanced Materials Joint Research Initative?"

"Yes, mi'lord - with the Domain, Hypatians, and the Arkasians." Director Vigdis Banner-Torn confirmed. "The mission statement is on Page 5. Each nation's field of expertise and initial goals are outlined on pages 6 through 15, and the rest is just logistics and permissions. If I may be frank, ser - it's the perfect set up. Between our four nations, we might be able to do things we never dreamed of."

"Or destroy the universe." Aenar raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yes. But that's what we're trying to help the Arkasians avoid in the first place. They already stumbled right into our metaphysical mess - what's to say they won't step on the Hypatians' toes?"

"Oh, what the hel. I'll have it signed by dinner." Aenar smiled. "But if anything happens out there, I expect a report to the Collegium immediately."

"Understood, Imperātor."
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...Several clans are in an uproar over the announcement jointly made by the High Lawspeaker and the Praetor of Javiksholm...
...For those just tuning in, the Praetors of all the Holds have announced that outstanding blood feuds must be resolved through holmgang by the 1st of Wavebreak...
...To this end, The Jarls of eight Holds are opening their keep's training grounds to the public as a place to resolve disputes...
...The purpose behind the announcement remains to be seen, but experts have historically posited that a decree like this could signal the end of the blood feud...
...And with it, the near-elimination of the possibility of civil war among the Holds...


Jorvik Nebula, Kenaz System, Kadria
The City-Fortress of Javiksholm
The Obsidian Hall, Keep of Clan Blackrock


“With all due respect, Praetor, the hel do you mean by ‘resolve’?” Jarl Njord Blackrock leaned forward, staring at the Kadrian shieldmaiden before his throne.

Holmgang, Jarl Blackrock.” Koruni Swiftblade answered, looking the Jarl in the eyes defiantly. “To end what our ancestors started in Evermore centuries ago. Jarl Swiftblade - my brother - requested I made the offer in person after the conference between the Praetors ended.”

“And you are not only making the offer - you are pitting your sword-arm against mine?” The Kadrian Jarl’s eyes darkened.

Koruni gasped a little at the strength that she could see in the Jarl’s eyes, but the female Kadrian stood her ground. “Yes. Is there a problem with that?”

“No.” Njord rumbled. “Let us settle this, then - as our ancestors intended.”

----


Most duels on Kadria last for at most 15 minutes, but this one had been going for nearly 30. Koruni had stood her ground well with her sword, but Njord and his battleaxe were wearing her down.

The end came when Njord knocked Koruni’s sword out of her hands. Fortunately, the female wasn't out of tricks yet - she executed a counterattack and slipped under Njord’s swing, unsheathing her claws and cutting through the Jarl’s shirt, and drawing blood. “There! First blood - you must yield!”

Njord looked down at that, letting out a sigh and a smile. “So I will - my ancestor was wrong all those centuries ago. But I’ve gained something in the process.”

Koruni looked at him, breathing slowly and waiting for the Jarl to finish his thought.

“A maiden who can hold her own against me, both in mind and body.” Njord met her eyes. “Koruni Swiftblade... Will you be my woman?”

She answered out of instinct, surprising them both. “Yes.”

Njord’s smile grew wider. “Then it shall be.” The Kadrian Jarl went to Koruni, putting his arms around her. “From now until the day all bonds are broken, I give my love and my loyalty. I pledge the first bite of my meat and the first drink from my cup. Yours will be the name I call in the night, and you will be my first sight in the morning. We shall be as shields for each other's back, and at the last, we will ride together. I shall honor you above all, and we shall be forever equals in our marriage.”

When Koruni had repeated the oath, she tilted her head, exposing the soft skin of her neck and silently inviting Njord to complete the bond.

This was not an invitation that the Jarl was about to refuse.
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Postby The Eridani Imperium » Tue Aug 31, 2021 6:16 pm

”Seven Stars and seven stones and one White Tree.”
- Solvar Iceborn, Pocket Guide to the Empire: Ellanore, Light in Shadow


Kingdom of Ellanore, Formenos System, Almaren
The Citadel of Ondosto
AMJRI Outpost


“Ser? What do you think of all this ‘holographic boundary’ stuff? Does it have any merit?”

Túrin, son of Aldarion, considered his answer as the Kadrian intern looked at him. After a moment, the Ellanorean spoke. “I’m not entirely sure myself - I’d need to look at the data we get from our Extraversal Studies people, but given the implications… I’d say it’s too good to be true, but I’ve been wrong before, and we have three other nations working with us. But enough of that - you have the files I requested?”

The Kadrian nodded, and handed over a dataslate. “It’s all here.”

Túrin took the slate, reading over the information on the page. “OIC, Oculus, Valkyrie, TRIPWIRE, whatever the UIK has up its sleeve - tools that gave their owners a set of eyes that can see the whole universe. The fact we don’t have one is a critical mistake I intend to correct. I’ll have a report and some schematics ready by the end of the day, and we’ll hopefully get the first telescopes in position by the end of the week.” The Ellanorean looked at his intern. “Of course, I’ll put your name in the report.”

“Thank you, ser!” The Kadrian smiled. “But I have a question, if you are willing to answer.”

“Ask, then.”

“What do you intend to name this array?”

Túrin put the dataslate under his arm. “My ancestors in Númenor had what were called Seeing-Stones, or Palantíri - it seems only right that I name it after one of them.”

“So it will be the Palantír Array?”

“Yes.”
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Postby The Eridani Imperium » Fri Nov 19, 2021 1:48 pm

The knowing guest | who goes to the feast,
In silent attention sits;
With his ears he hears, | with his eyes he watches,
Thus wary are wise men all.

- Unknown, Havamal: Stanza 7


Metropole of the UIK, The Imperial State, Tichel System
Diplomatic Habitat
Embassy of the Eridani Imperium


“...Not great, not terrible.” Ingmar Freeblade’s eyes were still on the Crown Media Group Network’s feed, analyzing the diagram. “The road is not without risk; The cautious should expect change. And so change we must. What’s the overall shift looking like?”

The Thane’s intern was holding a copy of the Arn-Maciska Times. “Seems the Prosperity Coalition’s on the way out - they’re down to nine seats. The Order also lost ground, which implies interesting things about the UIK’s outlook on the galaxy. The other factions have benefited - the Conclave, League, and Future Movement have all gained seats, while the Initiative and the Board of Studies continue to hold just under half of the chamber. Of course, it looks as if the final Grand Coalition is going to be the Board, Initiative, and the Movement, which should be a fascinating combo to see in action.”

Ingmar raised an eyebrow. “The League and the Conclave still have room to be in the Coalition, don’t they?”

“They do. Actually, except for the Prosperity Coalition, all of the ‘third’ parties have the numbers to give the Board and Initiative the total votes of at least half of the chamber.”

“Even the Order?”

“Yes - but it’d be odd for the final Coalition to include them, since they lost votes. Unless the Void’s attempted incursion spooked them enough to ignore that part of the results.”

“So we’re down to those three.” Ingmar leaned back. “At the very least, I don’t see them leaving the Martian Forum or any of the other organizations under any of the options, except maybe the Conclave?”

“Again, ser - that’d be very odd, but I can see it happening, especially if the Conclave found a particular organization to be useless. The League would try to reform it, and the Movement wouldn’t really care one way or another.”

“What about personal affairs? Any among the three who’d take an interest in what we do to the shipping lanes?”

“Nothing more than the usual, ser. Again, the Movement doesn’t seem to care about that too much, while the Conclave and League would take different degrees of interest.”

“Hrmmmm.” Ingmar stroked his chin. “So, what makes this different? Why does it feel like the balance of power in the UIK has firmly shifted?”

“If I may provide my theory, ser?”

“Of course you can - it’s one of the reasons why you’re my intern.” A flicker of a smile crosses Ingmar’s face.

“Well, up to this point, the Macisikani political system has been balanced between the seven factions we know of, right?”

“Yes. But we know the Prosperity Coalition is on its way out.”

“Yes, which means the seven-fold balance - or deadlock - has finally broken, and for the first time in a century the system is out of equilibrium. What the Macisikani are doing now is determining what their path forward will look like, and what the new regime of their politics will be. It started breaking some time ago - the process of realignment, of the new regime, is still underway. It will be a while yet before it settles. But," and here he looked pensive, "it does mean the old ways of dealing with them cannot be relied on anymore."

As if to punctuate the intern's words, the paper pinged. Update incoming.

CABINET ANNOUNCED
Future Movement Joins Government


The Thane’s office was silent then, as the two men pondered. It made sense when one ran the numbers, but how would this result be reflected in events abroad? And how would the Imperium itself be impacted?

Nevertheless, the Endeavor would continue - the road went ever on.

And so Thane Ingmar Freeblade began his report to Kadria, as night cloaked the embassy in shadows and foreboding.
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Postby The Eridani Imperium » Tue Jan 11, 2022 11:08 pm

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The years immediately after the fall of the Martian Conglomerate were difficult. We had regained both our independence and pride, but had yet to find our way back to the path of the Endeavor. The Lady of Kadria, Celwen Westfall, must be credited with having both the foresight and talent to calm the riots that were so frequent in that time - riots that seeked to purify the Imperium of a dead empire's taint.
- Solvar Iceborn, Pocket Guide to the Empire: Kadria, Seat of Sundered Kings


Jorvik Nebula, Kenaz System, Kadria
The City-Fortress of Ebonheart
Shortly After the Great War's End...


“My lady Westfall?” The retainer bowed. “You said to inform you if something’s happening. There’s a frelsisuppþot - a nationalist riot - brewing at Arvedui’s Cross. It’s not clear who the targets are yet, but it sounds as if they’re out for blood.”

Celwen stood up, put aside her book, and left the room without a word to her husband.

Aenar looked after her for a second at that, in open disbelief. He then put aside the dataslate he was working on and went to get changed.

——

Celwen’s transport landed in an area slightly off the Cross and behind the barricade that the Imperial Military Police had set up. When the Lady of Kadria stepped off, she was met by the Military Commissioner of Ebonheart. In the distance, there was shouting. “THERE WILL BE NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE!”

The Commissioner bowed to her. “My lady. You’ve heard of the Clan Silverthorn?”

"I have. My h... I mean, the Imperator gave them free passage." She looked around at the mob, and then at the guards. "What happened, Commissioner?"

He bowed his head in shame. “One of my officers placed their loyalties above the safety of Ebonheart and passed the location of Silverthorn’s safehouse to the nationalists. They have been properly disciplined as according to the Imperātor’s orders, but there remains the issue of the angry mob on the cross.”

"...very well. Where are the Silverthorns?"

The Commissioner pointed to a Landspeeder, where a couple of IMPs were tending to three terrified Kadrian younglings. “We got the little ones out safe, thanks to the quick thinking of a Corporal who was on patrol at the time, but the matriarch, her bondmate, and their scion are still in the mob. As you know, the scion was a supporter of Bladeseer in the Fyrd, so he’s priority one for the mob, and thus on ‘show’ on the Cross.” The Commissioner pauses for a second, “I would also suspect they have his bondmate with him as well - a small but bitter mercy, if they do what I think they’re going to do.” He muttered.

Celwen nodded... and took off at a run, so fast that the IMPs would have to use magic to catch up to her. A moment later, she was on the cross, for everyone to see her.

The shouter, who was holding a megaphone, had a very apt reaction that spoke for everyone involved when Celwen appeared. “What the hel?!”

She gave him one of her brightest smiles, with her perfectly plump lips and twinkling eyes. Her breasts seemed to swell on cue, and she brushed her hair back. "Hail! What's your name?"

“Er. Torsten Steelfang.” The leader of the Nationalists murmured. Ketil and Alanya Silverthorn, for she recognized them now, simply looked up for a second before fixing their eyes back on the ground.

"It's nice to meet you, Torsten! I'm Celwen Westfall." And she gave Torsten a very long look. "Or have we met before?" She gave him another brilliant smile, and when she leaned in to take the megaphone away, she brushed her breast against his arm. "I think I remember you, actually..."

Torsten just stared at her, before murmuring something about the Kathiran offensive.

"That's right! You were with the officer who instructed those nice men to show me around the reclaimed temple of Vanua!" She smiled again. Celwen had a radiant smile, and she wielded it like a weapon. Holding the megaphone loosely, she looked around at the mob of Kadrians.

“Yes. The one that the… Marsies had turned into their mockery of a religious temple.” He muttered quietly.

She nodded. "So, what's happening here?" She asked, looking around again.

“Justice.” That memory seemed to have ignited a fire in Torsten’s eyes. “Bladeseer - that skedir was so focused on Solveig that she paid no mind to the cries of her people as their temples were perverted, their traditions destroyed, and their backs were broken under the Marsies’ boot. And he-“ The old soldier pointed at Ketil. “Helped them.”

There was a rumble of agreement among the crowd. One brave Kadrian finally shouted. “Dauði!” and the rest followed with a cheer.

"And now, Bladeseer is gone... and my husband holds the Axe of the Lictors, and governs the Fyrd."

“As if that would erase the seventy years she ruled!” Torsten snarled. “Or the scars on the land!” The soldier pointed at one of the Kadrians near the front. “Runa! Tell our Lady what you told me.”

The crowd cleared a path, letting Runa Fairhair step forward, inclining her head in respect. “My lady - we lived in fear of the Nimatojin and Menelmacari attacking us because of Bladeseer dragging us into the Marsies’ wars for years. Your husband was wise to negotiate peace with them upon ascending to the Seat of Sundered Kings, but something must be done about those who brought us so close to complete destruction. Including him.”

"...and would you have your Fyrd fear that should there be a change, they would also be hunted down and slain?" Celwen peered at the woman.

This confused both Torsten and Runa, but the former let the latter speak. “Milady? If there is a change now, it would be legitimate - the Fyrd has nothing to fear. Unless, of course, the change was at the behest of a foreign power. Ketil Silverthorn served at the behest of a foreign power through a puppet Empress, and thus must face justice as any servant of that foreign power.” Runa gestured. “Does this make sense, my Lady?”

"And everything Bladeseer did... that was illegitimate?"

"It's not like shedid much more than be Solveig's co-" Somebody in the back yelled.

Runa turned her head and glared, cutting them off. "Shut up, Ansgar."

Celwen only giggled, and then her expression sharpened. "I shall inform my father-in-law and mother-in-law that the liberation of Ellanore was invalid, then."

"That was Primarch Ebonhand's decision, not hers!"

"But he was appointed by her." Celwen sought out the man shrieking in the crowd. "And, of course, there is one other matter..."

Runa just looked up at the sky, murmuring a brief prayer to Tyrion to spare her from Ansgar's madness.

"If everything Bladeseer did is invalid because she let herself be ruled by her husband, then who is the rightful Imperator of Kadria?" Celwen asked.

"...Oh fuck."

"My husband will see to that quite nicely." She looked around the mob, and then deliberately moved to stand between the two imprisoned Fyrdmen. "And who are you acting like, if you kill these people for no reason then their loyalty to their Imperator?"

No one wanted to answer, but Torsten's jaw was clenched, his hand tightening around the handle of his knife.

Celwen sighed and reached up to the knot above her breasts. "I had hoped to avoid this..." the knot came undone, and her crystal blazed to life.

Torsten drew his knife and went to the Silverthorns, stepping behind them and kneeling...

And cut their bindings free.

When he stood up again, he finally spoke. “We would be just like the Marsies.”

She smiled and lowered her hand, trying not to let them see her relief. "...will you let them go free, then?" She asked the crowd.

“I would rather see them taken before the Praetors and put on trial, but we will.” Runa shrugged and turned to the crowd. “Clear a path!”

"I believe exile from fair Kadria is a harsher punishment than any other." She said, but she took the hands of the former Fyrdman and his wife and led them through the crowd to the barricades.

There, Aenar was arguing with the Commissioner, but he sensed her presence and looked up. “Oh, thank the gods.”

She first saw the family back into the car and gave orders they were to be taken to the shuttleport with all haste, and then she went to him and buried herself in his chest.

Aenar hugged her back. But they were quickly interrupted by the Commissioner. “Runa Fairhair’s also escorted the Silverthorn Matriarch - Ketil’s mother - to the barricades. We’re putting her on the car as well.”

She nodded. "Thank you, commissioner... hopefully this will be the last time I need to make my husband worry."

He bowed and walked off, and Aenar pulled her back into his chest.

She nestled into him and then sagged into his arms. "The last time I was that scared was when you were coming to me after I changed and I thought you may reject me."

He rumbled. “You did well, though.”

She touched his cheek. "I want to go home, Aenar."

And so he took her home, kissing her. “I’m sorry that happened. I wish my people were better than this.”
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Postby The Eridani Imperium » Fri Jan 28, 2022 8:40 pm

Within the gates | ere a man shall go,
(Full warily let him watch,)
Full long let him look about him;
For little he knows | where a foe may lurk,
And sit in the seats within.

- Unknown, Havamal: Stanza 1


Kenaz System, Kadria - The Storm Coast
Office of Strategic Services
Codename: Moonshadow


+ CONNECTION SECURED. +

+ Welcome, Director Bitterblade. +

+ You have 1 message. +


Director,

Here's all we have on the Hypatians and their projects. I think the sjónhundur needs to see this, as well as the Galactic Republic of Arkasia. In short, the Markongers have been cheating.

Honor to you and your clan,

Kjeld


+ 50 documents attached. Forward to ORACLE and Arkasian embassy? +

+ INPUT: <JA> +

+ Done. Have a good day, Director. +
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Postby The Eridani Imperium » Sat Jan 29, 2022 7:27 pm

The Silent Peace
Hasperia Planum; ‘East Mangala’
co-written with Hypatia

The truck pulled into the small dusty ravine. Three figures stepped out, two were armed with rifles, the third was dressed in a blue headscarf and long-sleeved clothing. She pulled out her transponder and activated it. They had provided the details of the meeting but now needed to wait for their guests to arrive.

In about 10 minutes, there was the low roar of an approaching VTOL aircraft. When the figures looked up, it was just in time to see the Eridani-designed vehicle fly over them to the edge of the ravine. It paused there for a moment, just long enough to give the Hypatians the impression that it was going to land in the tactically advantageous position, before flying down into a wider part of the ravine, just a couple hundred yards from the truck.

As it landed, three people disembarked from the VTOL. All were armed, but the leader only had a pistol, which he holstered in favor of his transponder. The Chimer’s red eyes scanned the ravine until he saw the woman in the blue headscarf. He nodded in her direction and activated the beacon, keeping his eyes on her as it was made known that the Eridani had arrived.

Guinevere pulled her headscarf back and stowed away her transponder.

The three Eridani moved down the ravine, stopping a good distance from the Hypatians. And then the Chimer spoke.

“Secretary Belmont.” A slight smile appeared on his face. “It is good to see a familiar face in these interesting times. I am Athyn Relvani, Tribunus Angustclavius.”

Guinevere nodded as she stepped forward, her guards stayed where they stood and merely watched. “Interesting would be an understatement, my friend. I apologise for the scenery – it was the best place to conduct this meeting away from prying eyes and ears. Her Majesty has an offer,” she said.

The Tribunus nodded. “There is no need to apologize - given the current state of tensions, anything could be used to justify another war, so I understand the need for discretion. So, tell me this offer you speak of.”

“Her Majesty is concerned about Stigandr’s safety. Things are… turbulent in the Commonwealth, as you can understand. She believes he would be safer in the Imperium away from any Longbeards or Martians, for that matter,” Guinevere explained.

Athyn nodded again. “Understandable - the Imperium would be glad to bring him home. Is he and his family here?”

Guinevere stepped back and motioned towards the truck. A door opened and the former prime minister stepped out of the vehicle. He stayed back and watched, though he gave a nod to Athyn. “There is another matter, Her Majesty wants,” she said.

The Tribunus raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Guinevere turned back to the Tribunus and reached into her coat to pull out a small device. She did so carefully to avoid any escalation. “I think it is becoming clearer to both our governments that the attacks in the Martian Delta were a setup,” Guinevere began, “Her Majesty has made an offer – the Eridani and the Hypatians have considerable weight, particularly in this region, a secret peace would be beneficial. But an everlasting one at that.” She presented the small device over to the Tribunus. “Inside are schematics to the Apophis cannon, and a few other technologies, if your government will accept the terms I’ve presented.”

Athyn smiled, before gathering himself. “A secret peace we can do. Any other terms we need to know about?”

“I will bear warning that these technologies can be disruptive,” Guinevere said, “But there are no other terms to this arrangement. Working in-step is more beneficial for both our sakes and would put other parties off-balance. In the future – Her Majesty expects there’ll be a more direct line of communication to avoid further conflagrations.” The Secretary presented the device to the Tribunus and gestured for Stigandr to move forward, and his family to exit the truck.

Athyn allowed that smile to grow again, and nodded, putting the device in an inside pocket of his jacket. “Thank you kindly, Secretary Belmont. The Imperium accepts your offer. Of course, we will be more direct next time.” He gave a slight bow to her and then switched into Old Kadrian, speaking to Stigandr.

Stigandr stepped next to Guinevere, who turned and gave him a gentle smile, “You’ll be safe in the Imperium, Njord. Tristan never wished for this to happen.”

He nodded, his face was tense with a sadness, “I know, Gwenn. I am nothing but loyal to Her Majesty – I knew what had to be done. I just wish it hadn’t come to this. Bid her my thanks for helping me and my family, I know there were risks to this,” he gestured towards the ravine.

Guinevere smiled and gently patted him on his shoulder, “You and Rowland both have a lot more in common than I think she’d ever care to admit. Go on, we’ll be in touch, I’m sure.”

Athyn waited, that smile still on his. “There are always risks - it is part of the Endeavor. Kadria will gladly embrace a man who faces them without fear, like you. Your ride is waiting - it’s time to come home.”

Stigandr nodded towards Athyn and gestured for his family to join him as they headed for the Eridani VTOL. They climbed into the vehicle, Stigandr being the last to get on, though he stopped and stared back at Guinevere. He nodded and finally climbed up into the VTOL.

“Kadria Invicta, Hypatia Invicta,” Guinevere said to Athyn as she carefully pulled a small knife from her pocket and cut her palm. “Have a safe trip, Tribunus.”

“You as well, Secretary.” He gave her a salute and a half-smile, before turning and climbing into the VTOL. There was a pause before it lifted off, heading homeward.
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Postby The Eridani Imperium » Tue Mar 22, 2022 8:16 pm

STUPID SHITBOX GALAXY.
- Arkasian Cruiser in Morse Code at the Battle of Leos, mid-2555


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-And the golden moment became a great howling unchecked, for the Provisional Throne was in ruins. And the Liar became as glass, a lamp, for the phoenix’s mane had broke, and the Eightfold moons bade him come-

The fire is mine: let it consume thee.
The fire is mine: let it consume thee.
The fire is mine: let it consume thee.
The fire is mine: let it consume thee.
The fire is mine: let it consume thee.

-The light bent, and the Liar donned a cuirass made of red-gold plates of jewel and a crowned mask that marked him born in the lands of [UNTRANSLATABLE]-

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-Wheeling, he spread into an insect-salve, worn on the neck of star-gods when at challenge. He roared up and fed his fingers to void-ghosts. The signal fires wondered if they mistook this for surrender, for the Liar had told the void that he could learn to undo it all-

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the message was lost.
For want of a message the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.

The light bent, and somewhere a history was finally undone. Of it, The Liar remembered the laughing of the huntsman of his village when the harvests were good. He marched with his father in the sand, growing strong in the hooks and sail, able to run a junk through silt. At eleven, he sang to a shaman. He became sick after Black Mountain with the vengeful-spirit and fever and was infirm a hundred years. His mother survived him and laid his body at the Altar Terran. She gave him her skin to wear into the underworld. And he became God.

God outside of all else but His owN real-
GOd outsidE of all else but his own real-
GOd outside of all else but his own Real-
God ouTside of all else bUt his own real-
God outSide of all else but His own real-



THE UNIVERSITY OF EBONHEART
11 Sundawn 2556


Quantifying the Jorvik; Extrapolating Catalogues of Diverse Spatio-Temporal Phenomena in the Jorvik Nebula
Halvard Greycloak, Elisa Ironhand, Risto Virtanen, Ivar Skovgaard, Orndaer, Katlgreir Dragon-Cloak, Merosi Notar, Tamrubên, Karina Markussen, Kolbjørn Myking, Lúkas Ásþórsson


Abstract
Since the seminal study of Blackrock et al. published in 2530, the Imperium’s scientists have worked diligently to catalogue the manifold phenomena present in the Jorvik Nebula. Multiple studies (for example, Andrethi 2543, et al.) have found the presence of temporal anomalies, including causally problematic loci, that can have highly untoward effects on organic entities transiting the nebula, necessitating navigational mitigations to avoid catastrophic consequences for biological organisms. Our metanalysis of the various catalogues of phenomena is the first of its kind to be produced within the Imperium, collating findings and studies to provide a comprehensive overview of the phenomena. We have incorporated our earlier work, Random Slice Analyses and Comparisons of Emergent and Established Loci in the Jorvik (2553), and demonstrate that when regional sampling is larger than a resolution of one or more subgradients, timestreams, or universes, Magnar's Principle (also known as the Copernican Principle) applies, and no single sample at that resolution enjoys a position of privileged observation compared to other samples.
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Postby The Eridani Imperium » Thu Mar 31, 2022 2:03 pm

I tread the path of Righteousness. Though it be paved with broken glass, I will walk it barefoot; though it cross rivers of fire, I will pass over them; though it wanders wide, the light of the Emperor guides my step.
Dolan Chirosius,Sermon On the Road to Gathalamor


CLASSIFIED//ODAL

FROM: Avidia Caria, Magister Militum
20 Sundawn 2556

TO: Primarch Arnskar Ironhand of Kadria
CC: Vigiles Urbanis



Ser,

I tender my report on the current situation in Sector 20574AC and the surrounding regions henceforth known as the ‘Arcturus Sector’. Detailed reports on the Palatine, Aventine, and Capitoline subsectors contained in Attachments A, B, and C respectively. I would draw your attention to the recovered intelligence in Attachment E, especially Appendices I-IV.

Current Situation
As detailed in Attachment A, The Palatine Subsector remains in complete control of the Fyrvakt; given that the Governor of Arkadia requested our presence, this is within expected operating parameters. We continue to move additional assets into the Subsector and have established patrols per the requirements of the implementation instructions of Operation Vittra.

The Office of Strategic Services has determined that it is highly implausible that the ‘Monodominants’ referred to in Attachment E are unaware of our operations in the subsector. Arcturian and Eridani commands have been conducting extensive sweeps and remain on heightened alert, but no hostile Inquisitorial agents have been sighted as of yet.

The Aventine and Capitoline subsectors continue to see pacification operations (Attachment B and Attachment C provide specific details).

The Aventine subsector has seen the heaviest combat operations to date, as the Arcturian Guard (reorganized elements of the Navis Imperialis and Astra Militarum in service to Arkadia) and the Fyrvakt engage ‘loyalist’ forces lead by a Monodominant Inquisitor who refused to lay down arms. Operations continue, and the Inquisitor is expected to fall within the week.

The Capitoline subsector has mostly been secured, following the defection of several key worlds from the loyalists (specifics listed in Appendix I of Attachment C). Sweeps of the worlds in question have revealed esoteric cults to deities known as the “Chaos Gods”. All evidence was documented and then destroyed along with the cults on the advice of friendly Inquisitors of the Arcturus Conclave.

Combined forces and Eridani independent operations have destroyed 37 Loyalist warships while the latter was in the process of attempting to escape the Sector; It is the consensus opinion of all the commands that this process should continue to minimize disruptions to local space. It is further the consensus opinion that if any of these escape attempts succeed, they should be hunted down and destroyed to ensure no technology above the current baseline is salvageable.

I am pleased to report that morale remains high and discipline tight among our contingent.

Next Steps
We will proceed to implement the combat plans outlined in Attachment F with particular emphasis on locating the leaders of various loyalist cells and either convincing them to lay down arms or disposing of the leaders otherwise.

With the establishment of Arcturian control over the Palatine subsector, rebuilding and rehabilitation efforts will begin shortly.

Kadria Invicta,

Avidia Caria
Magister Militum
CLASSIFIED//ODAL
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