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 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
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| 1. | The Constitutional Monarchy of Synnadine | Scandinavian Liberal Paradise | “Never allow anyone to harm those dear to you” | |
| 2. |  The Disastrous Planes of ZOCOM | Corrupt Dictatorship | “Evil always finds a way” | |
| 3. |  The Matriarchy of Predator Elites | Mother Knows Best State | “https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlicWUDf5MM” | |
| 4. |  The Confederacy of Rival Bout | Capitalist Paradise | “Work in Progress, leave a tip.” | |
| 5. | The Unorganized Collection of of Stuff I Suppose | Iron Fist Consumerists | “If you can't think of anything, you're probably dead.” | |
| 6. |  The Colony of Synnadine Character Factbooks | Liberal Democratic Socialists | “Nothing but my roleplay characters” | |
| 7. |  The Honorable Elites of The Sangheili Separatist | Democratic Socialists | “Blood and Honor till the end.” | |
| 8. |  The Collection of Synnadine Nation Factbooks | New York Times Democracy | “Nothing but factbooks about my main Nation” | |
| 9. |  The Borderlands of Wabachan Nation Factbooks | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “You Can't Stop the Factbooks” | |
| 10. |  The Institute of Shadow Hunters | Democratic Socialists | “Protect humanity from what they do not even know exists” |
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The noble's suggestion is one the brings visible relief to Heimrich. "Ah, thank you." Samantha can still feel he's still a bit wound up. The worry of doing something that may jeopardize their overarching mission of ending the Forgotten reign of terror will not disappear so easily.
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The city itself is in sore straights after the attack, but seeing guards patrolling keeps Heimrich off of red-alert. The defenses managed to hold. As they approach, Heimrich's attention has been caught by the soldiers and emergency workers doing their best to clear away fallen masonry and destroyed stonework that used to be the front gate. By the size of some of the chunks of rubble being moved quite a number of them are stronger than the average person. Still, with the state of the crumbling walls and towers that he can see just from here, it could take weeks to remove the fallen materials and safely the towers to repair them alone.
Samson calling out to his mother returns Heimrich’s attention to the stronger presence they had sensed on their approach. She certainly has the presence of a noblewoman. Knowing his limitations and how lucky he has been so far with the royalty and nobles he has met so far being forgiving of his lack of etiquette, Heimrich lets his girlfriend with her much greater level of experience do the talking. He copies Samantha's show of respect, with a slight bow since he doesn't have the background she does. The Marchioness's compliments towards Samantha makes pride shine in Heimrich's soul for how much she has grown past her perceived limits. So much so that he missed the comment she had made about him. He does catch her suddenly looking at him, which has him focusing back up and doing his best to look professional. Luckily the aura pressure he constantly exudes even in his restricted state is enough to overcome his lack of form. They managed to pass the Lady Whiterose's inspection, and are invited in. Heimrich gives Samantha a supporting look of encouragement that he will follow her lead as they start walking after Samson and his mother.
Hayes doesn't back down when Marcus steps up to him, two dangerous men that may have crossed blades if it weren't for the circumstances. It takes a moment for Hayes to accept the handshake, and another moment still to get what he is about to say out. "She's a good kid."
He steps aside when Ezekiel returns with Clara and Brandon, remaining silent as Clara is able to finally reunite with her father. Listening to the twerp's short list of tomfoolery is pretty amusing though. When the Stranger looks at Hayes when he mentions some people serve better use outside the Foundation's involvement, the old man certainly has something to say about that,though his expression doesn't change from its usual grumpy scowl. "Only those that aren't worth fighting to put on a leash."
Understanding rapidly that Hayes has more history with the Foundation than he's let on and that he'd probably end up starting a pointless fight if left to his own devices, Ezekiel steps in. "Stranger, we have seen the file your organization has on our shared enemy Cassian. We had a brief encounter with him outside Clara's estate. He is far more than any one of us can take on. With your stand's advanced foresight, have you divined any ways we can fight him?"
"And what's with the pink boxes full of people flying through the sky," Hayes adds on top of that directed at both the Stranger and Marcus. "Was that your guy's work?"
The Stranger was going to retort to Hayes, something along the lines of a witty back and forth leading into a discussion of mutually assured destruction probably, though Ezekial thankfully sidelines that tangent long before it can get out of hand. Hearing of their fight with Cassian, and seeing that they aren't missing anyone cuts out several ways things can go, the Stranger produced the alternate form of his stand - A notebook.
Flipping through the pages, peering at the illustrations and cliff notes that are made from his ability.
"My Stand [Paperback Writer] doesn't allow for clear visions of the future. I see what can, will or has happened in snippets, like panels of the storyboard." To demonstrate that point he shows them the current page he's on. A picture of Clara and her father embracing with tears of joy, the other panel is one of these 'can happen' lines as Clara holds her father's body with an all too different mood. "With Brandon's survival and Ezekial keeping his Stand we have cut out several potential timelines. Our next move hasn't been expressly written yet. Besides leaving the country and hiding Clara."
"Why didn't you mention Hayes?" Brandon asked with a sharp tone of annoyance, not liking that his literal death was written down in that crazy persons book.
"Because Hayes does not die easily, he has a knack for it. I have only seen one panel of his death in my entire book so far, and that was because of Clara." Says the Stranger.
Brandon looked completely blown away at that, that HAD to be an accident right? "Wha- How?"
"She misfired her power and opened a hole under him instead of Forge, Hayes fell under the train before he could get rid of the hole because he was also fighting Forge. That timeline has the worst outcome." Replied the Stranger. It was easier to see timelines that already passed by their divergent point. Those storyboards typically stop when Cassian ultimately gets his hands on Clara.
When Hayes asks about the pink cubes the Stranger answered. "Oh, those weren't ours. It seems Cassian's cult drew the attention of a powerful Hero, one named Diamond Eye. He singlehandedly subdued two of Cassian's elite warriors in the Black Hand. Along with Hayes killing Forge, only two remain unaccounted for. Unless this is the timeline that Octavia accompanied Cassian instead of Julian the Warpgate. Which makes your survival more understandable."
"A bonified hero? Damn..." Brandon was kind of glad they didn't meet him then. Hero types are so annoying and pushy. "What does the Foundation know about him?"
"Next to nothing, at least I wasn't briefed on him. And he wasn't originally in the story when I read it either, but then again neither were Brandon and Ezekial, he's a mystery. If I can get us to a location with Foundation archives I can see if my organisation knows anything about Diamond Eye... Hmm." Perhaps that should be their next move. They flee the country and head to a Foundation site that Cassian doesn't know about to both look into what else the Foundation has on Cassian and Diamond Eye so they can plan their next move.
No sooner had Perrin finished his drink and procured his pipe from one of his many pockets did the taverns doors open to reveal a man very out of place in a place such as this. The howl of the storm outside is heard briefly before the doors shut again. At first Perrin pays the entrance no mind, this is a place to escape such things. It is when the sounds of wet traveling boots make their way through the tavern in search of someone, and come to a stop in front of him, that he pauses in lighting his pipe. The brim of Perrin's hat obscures both their faces from the other, but not enough to obscure the thief's identity. The newcomer is knows who he is. "You don't want the trouble." Perrin's voice is measured and low, carved by his deeds and history into a sharpened weapon.
In comparison, the voice that responds is from a man that has not been burdened by living on the darker side of civilization. One that, while cowed by the subtle threat from Perrin like any common crook or thug would, still struggles through it. "I'm afraid, good sir, that your brand of trouble is exactly what my master is looking for."
With a tilt of his head, Perrin clears one eye to see who is speaking to him. An older man, judging by the lines on his face well over a century. His hair, mustache and beard are carefully kept. And by his fancy spectacles and clothing under his raincoat he's the servant of someone from wealth.
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Someone like this isn't going to wander around in the middle of the night near the human kingdom border looking for a thief, unless they knew that he was here. They have at skilled magic user. At the same time, they're looking for him, which tells Perrin that whatever they want him for, they don't have the political pull or connections to get an Adamantine level individual. A noble of some standing, but unlikely any higher than an Earl. Or, they want him as a scapegoat to steal something from a rival. "Your magician should have divined a little harder. I'm not a merc."
"I am well aware, Mr. Smythe." The servant watches Perrin light his pipe, and the abnormal orange fire that whirls within it, hinting of magic. "As is my master. However your skillet is unparalleled amongst thieves, and translate well to our plight. My master is willing to do more than just pay. He can have your bounty, and your record, wiped clean."
The thief is silent. Taking it as a sign of interest, the servant takes the empty seat across from Perrin. "You and I are both well aware of how much our world has changed in the last ten years. The death of the king, the civil war, powerful warriors from all over rising out of the woodwork. The Templar betrayal and the Forgotten invasion. Even the return of the Crossed King, and an elf being chosen by the Titan of Purira to weild his hammer. And even if we ignore all that, our society is rapidly being catapulted into a new age of science by the Wabachans. With all respect, I doubt even you would be able to hide from them for long."
Perrin has no answer, as everything the mam had said mirrors his own thoughts of the future. He certainly knows the right things to say. "Who is this master of yours. I may be familiar with him."
"I suppose you may, as that is his father's pipe."
That gives Perrin the answer. This man is a servant of Herman Kenwick, the current baron of Graywater. Graywater is a town built around a bay on the western side of the southeast peninsula of Zocom. The Barony had maintained wealth beyond their small title would suggest due to the valuable land it sits on, and more importantly what lies beneath it. A vast dungeon rests underneath the town, stretching out under the sea as well. The only discovered entrance is under the control of the barony, after it was discovered by the family's noble founder Martin Kenwick. He still lives somewhere deep in the dungeon according to urban myth, too busy with unknown projects to ever leave, or no longer able to. That wealth had attracted Perrin years ago, in search of unique artifacts that were unearthed and yet to be sold. He did make a pretty penny off that job, and acquired the pipe currently releasing a puff of smoke on his way out from a safe. The baron must of thought of it as a keepsake and memory of his father. Perrin holds no newfound remorse for taking it. "It's a good pipe."
The servant makes no comment to that. "In the last few months the dungeon has become more active, removing our stability bindings and reactivating traps and rooms that have been dormant for centuries. To make matters worse, we have lost all contact with Martin Kenwick."
"So he is still alive."
"We need your aide in dismantling these traps and making a safe path for the rest of our rescue party to regain contact with the Kenwick family founder. You will need not worry about the dungeon's monsters, our wizard and warriors are very familiar with them and what the dungeon has to offer. It will be like any other hostile work environment, only this time if you discover something to your liking the hired help may aide you in carrying it out, instead of chasing you off. ... I will be staying here for the night, before I return to Graywater. The baron's offer stands as long as I remain here. After that, he will consider the offer rebuffed. I suggest giving the matter thought now," The servant says as he gets up and straightens his coat. "A servant always is up before the dawn."
He leaves to book himself a room for the next few hours, leaving Perrin to his thoughts. His face betrays little before his hat once again shrouds his eyes, the outline of his face only visible by the brief glow of his pipe.
"It was a woman with him, yes," Ezekiel speaks up when the Stranger mentions the possible split. According to his book, as much as it's aware of, things are going their way.
It sounds like the monitoring base they climbed out of doesn't have what the Stranger needs. Hayes is paying little attention to the conversation, looking moreso around their surroundings, which leaves the obvious questions to the others. "It sounds like you met him, if he wasn't in the book," Ezekiel remarks. "Did he say anything about where he was going?"
Tag:Aetheran
Tag:Old Magic
Lost art - Throne World Creation
The lost art of making a Throne World is one that slowly fell into obscurity after the Cataclysm threw Aetheran from its original sector. The main reason it had fallen out of fashion for mages was because those who utilised such an art preyed upon other practitioners out of desperation until very few remained into the present day.
Now, when most hear this they think that making a Throne World required a monumental amount of power to simply create one. And this simple isn’t true. It is a misunderstanding and superstition crafted by time and those who bide it. In Fact any third rate magician can begin to craft their very own Throne World, but it is on them to grow it and make the magic fearsome. Practitioners of Throne World magic are akin to deities when fighting one in the realm, though they are only as powerful in these domains as the effort they put in to make these Throne World’s powerful.
How to create one
Creating a Throne World is simple yet requires sacrifice and understanding of spatial magic to grasp the fundamentals, an Aetheran must use and relinquish their second soul and forge it into a ‘core’ or foundation for the Throne World. This then creates a space that reflects your inner self and the infamy tied to you. The Throne World grows with tithes you sacrifice to it and to the infamy you accrue across your life. The stronger the tithe, the stronger your Throne World becomes.
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how Tithes work
To grow your own power and the power of your Throne World you can either rely solely on passive infamy from your own deeds to swell the strength of your realm, OR you can attribute deeds and kills to your domain to grow its strength. It essentially works like a contract between you and a spirit, if you grow the spirit's influence it can grant you more and more power. The principle here is similar, except you are your own avatar.
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How it works
Regardless of strength, a Throne World is a way to cheat death. Even those designed to destroy the soul. Unless the Throne World is destroyed or dominated/usurped by an invader you can revive within it and reconstitute a physical body and then later return to the material plane after recovering your strength, though there are always exceptions to this. Bearing in mind that the strength of one's Throne World equals the amount of time you would need to recover from Death.
Within the Throne World you are essentially a deity, you can shape the world to your whim, and depending on the authorities and powers you possess you can create elaborate counter measures to ensnare invaders or prisoners in your Throne World.
Note: If you can lose your Throne World to an invader and then they will assimilate it. This is what the magicians of the time after the Cataclysm fought and butchered each other over, the chance to steal the strength of other magicians, to steal their power and consolidate a perfect domain that can never be conquered. Though it becomes pointless to boast if the Throne World itself is erased by a far more powerful being. The Throne World is essentially a personal dimension, an ace in the hole, a way to cheat death and an alternate stepping stone to ascending into a spirit.
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What are the pros and cons of making and growing a Throne World?
Outside of the reasons already given? Immortality, security, quasi-arcane styled divinity? There are afew.
Pros:
-Unlike a Reality Marble it does not require a ludicrous amount of mana or favourable contract with a Spirit of Space to maintain. You rule the realm with absolute authority.
-Unlike a Divine Domain the realm effects cannot cannot be stopped by a Demons power to invade and create its own domain within your space, it can only weaken or defend against them, since the Throne World itself takes cues from both sides of the Enochian spectrum.
-If someone were to try and open a domain inside the Throne World it would only work if said domain was more powerful, otherwise you run the risk of having the domain counter raided and usurped since it takes qualities from Demonic domains.
Cons:
–You cannot deploy a Throne World like an Enochian domain, Reality Marble or Simple Domain, you have to retreat into it yourself by either dying or opening the way to it yourself. Unless you have an authority or power that allows for it.
-If you usurp the Throne World of another Mage or the Domain of a Spirit you must offer tithes and acts equal to their value to use their authorities and powers yourself otherwise you risk the collapse of your Throne World.
-A Throne World is not a cure all to cheat total death, but you can skirt around it if your foe doesn’t know you possess a Throne World, If you are cursed to death, have your soul utterly destroyed/shattered, or are used as a sacrifice to perdition it will take a great length of time to recover from those conditions.
Akina looked down at his fake sleeping face, arms still loosely crossed over her stomach, offering only a somewhat cold look. “So’s pretending to sleep like that, you dummy.” She says with a huff in her voice as she lightly taps his side with her foot. “I won’t get mad, as long as you take me on a date sometime in the future.”
“Ooooh~ An interesting compromise.” Coos Hector, knowing that the date idea was likely to combat Cesyn’s little display of her true form before.
As they are invited in Samantha does return Heimrich’s look of support with one of thanks, near beaming a smile to him as they follow Lady Whiterose into the damaged city of Lilydale. As they went Heimrich could feel the lingering energies of the foul Enochian slain here, and the energies of a strange power. Likely the one that the Marchioness possesses that allows her to be so strong. Warrior Class Forgotten are not something easily overcome by mortals, even ones of fantastical strength. Special abilities or the right DRIVE is needed to destroy these beasts. But it would seem the Noblewoman has it in ample supply.
Walking the streets of Lilydale it was easier to see the damages from inside the walls, toppled houses, smashing and impact damage seen in the side of buildings and roadways where people or the Forgotten were likely thrown/pushed/slammed into them, trails of blood and gathered bodies of the Knights and Militia, but above it all Heimrich and Samantha could spy a surprising lack of Civilian deaths.
On the topic of their Knights… Heimrich and Samantha would be surprised to see that even the weakest of the Knights held strength in the highest reaches of Rank B with the strongest being in Z-class Rank A. The Whiterose family and their Knights were a highly trained and respected bunch across the Zoconian Court of Nobles. No wonder Princess Sophia wanted to bring them into the war effort.
“Thank you for the praise, Marchioness. I happen to agree with you.” Samantha liked the confidence that her strength and the ties she made in getting them gave her. That and the gains. She was fairly strong before but she’s in a whole other realm of strength now. “Though I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you with why we’re here for the Royal family.”
“Now why would you go and spoil my good mood like that.” There was a light hearted yet subtly truthful tone to the Noblewoman’s answer as they walked the crumbled streets, watching as Knights and civilian volunteers help to clear rubble and help anyone injured or killed in the conflict. It was no secret that the Whiterose family held little actual loyalty to the Zoconian Royal family despite their storied history. They respected the weight of the crown but rarely the ones who wore it, and that respect has become razor thin over the last 8 years.
Though one has to wonder if all the nobles thought similarly and were tired with the newest generation of Zoconian Royals. Especially with the course of this Civil War and now the Forgotten antics now coming out of nowhere.
“I’m guessing Sophia put you up to this? Her royal highness does like to be well informed.” Was that a way of calling Sophia nosy? Whatever it really meant Samantha didn’t seem to disagree too strongly.
“Her highness does her best in her own way. Like wanting to provide aid to a House in dire need of an ace in the hole to curb a crisis.” Answered Samantha.
“Mm, a fair point. I doubt even with myself and my son fighting we would have beaten that Dragon.” Candidly admits the Noblewoman.
“The Dragon’s Space attribute would have been difficult for you mother, I would have spent considerable effort keeping you safe from its attacks I fear.” Samson corroborated his mothers guesstimates of their tussle with the Dragon. “Even I had to utilise every angle I could to keep ahead of being crushed between spatial tears.”
Crossing through the city they begin to see a walled off castle in the distance that they seem to be heading towards. That must be the Whiterose estate.
Samson’s mother returns her gaze back over her shoulder to Samantha and Heimrich. “I’m guessing the Princess wishes for our aid in helping to finally silence her tyrant brother in return for your timely help?”
Samantha answers with an affirmative nod, though it certainly won’t be as simple as that. “That was the idea, though I know that likely won’t be enough. So what do you believe would be a fair compromise?”
The Noblewoman and ruling matriarch of the Whiterose family stopped for a moment, turning half back to look at Samantha. She looked to be heavily thinking of some possibilities before her eyes also fell on Heimrich for a scarce second before seeming to put one suggestion to rest. “Hm, for now how about we’ll just say you owe me? I don’t want to suggest anything too forward or inappropriate while being so ill informed of your life these past few years.”
This monitoring base is only a handoff site and as states a monitoring station to keep an eye on the southern reaches of England, a place to temporarily assign teams and detain FAE assets until they can be moved to the main sites across the sector. While it was expansive it was rather easily accessed even if the entrances were hidden and normally guarded under normal circumstances. But it lacks the archives a main site has access too and the Stranger needs.
The Stranger looks back to Ezekial. “I have met the man, I even fought briefly at his side to rescue civilians and aided him with the Black Hand members he apprehended.” Answered the Stranger, recalling what the hero had said to him. “He went back into the ruins of London to rescue anyone still trapped, though he made it clear that he aimed to join us here once he was done.”
Brandon didn’t look too enthused by that but having an actual powerhouse in arms reach. “What, so we have to stand around and wait for him? Cassian can stop time.”
“And I can move in stopped time thanks to my stand, slow your roll Brandon.” Piped up Marcus. Now done from having his heart to heart with his daughter. “If Cassian comes I’ll fight him off the full ten seconds he can stop time for, then we jump him. Sounds easy enough?”
Brandon grumbled in response.
Everyone has had the minor misfortune of something unpleasant on their face or in their hair. Exceedingly few have the added misfortune of being a vampire at the same time. The speed and intensity at which she scrubs at her face and hair does almost nothing to remove the sensation of spit on her face and the smell of it around her. It takes the intense friction of her scrubbing to burn away everything thats left, and let her accept that whatever is left is just in the air and the ambient human smells around the bathroom. Wren sighs and picks her holy treasure up and walks back over to the pervert's room. Aiden's room. As the merciful goddess had chosen him for something, she has to at least try and be civil.
One trait of the supernaturally born vampires is their ability to be come more and more difficult to perceive as they age, amplified by when they actively conceal themselves. It takes effort to be noticed, oftentimes what feels incredibly dramatic and deafening to the vampire in question to sound like a normal person. Having the experience to do so, Wren does nothing of the sort except take a particularly loud sip (for a vampire) from her sacred treasure after she is already slightly behind Hector and Akina.
The damage appears worse and worse the longer he looks, yet the only dead that he sees being collected are knights and soldiers. It would be a miracle if every citizen and innocent was saves, one that Heimrich is certainly praying is the case. An unfamiliar energy exists all around them, different from the feeling of old magic. Heimrich glances at the back of the Marchioness's head before looking back at the damaged street they walk past. It's likely her doing.
Her soldiers are notably strong as well. While his sense regarding other people's strength isn't very fine tuned due to his own difficulty on managing his power, how someone reacts to him is a rough indication of their own. The majority of them have more of a wariness about them than fear, which he appreciates. Though by the bodies, it's still not enough to hold the Forgotten back.
Lilian remarking that she is not confident in her and Samson's ability to defeat the dragon Forgotten brought Heimrich's focus back on the conversation. When he first saw it fighting Samson, there was certainly some odd effects around its magic. Revan and Samantha's sort of magic, muses the quiet man, not wanting to interrupt Lilian now speaking to Samantha. It didn't use any abilities like that except for its last desperate push against him. In his bloodthirsty state, it didn't have the time to react to hurl a spell at him. Looks like my training's paying off. It does make it difficult for him to gauge how powerful the dragon really was, if it was more than a match for the Whiterose family due to just its tricky spells or its full might.
His thoughts are not focused fully on the conversation, as Samantha asks for their terms on a compromise. Heimrich is brought moreso back into it when Lilian makes brief eye contact with him, then says something that gets his mind running. What the hell does she mean inappropriate? Why did she say that after looking at- ... No way. She wouldn't dare ask that she marry Samson right? He knows he shouldn't be that surprised. Nobles and royals have always played this game, using others as tools to cement treaties and alliances. Heimrich's eyes betray him understanding what Lilian was thinking, though he does not act on it, since she after all has not demanded it. Samantha and Samson however, thanks to his unique connection to energy, immediately feel his spike of emotion in his heart and unified core. He would NEVER let that happen.
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