The WARGRID is an immensely powerful military-issue hyper-strategic defense-and-offense computation matrix. Created by the century-long dead species known as the Othos, skilled mechanists and computational scientists, in their efforts of defense against the assailing Kobiot Stratocracy. WARGRID spent what might as well have been eons performing its given task of defending its Othos creators and annihilating the Kobiots. However, whilst ultimately victorious in the total war, the Kobiots now long extinct as a result, its masters were also destroyed, leaving the WARGRID in perpetual operation. WARGRID is, however, a defensive entity, and does not initiate offensive procedures against other entities. That being said, it is incredibly distrustful and views nations under only two conditions; "CEASEFIRE" and "WAR." What had once been an exclusively autonomous military process has now turned into an absolute absorption of former Othos territory, assimilating it into its resource acquisitioning, production, and operations processes.




During the earliest years of Ashtari ascension, their curious minds were sated by their effects upon the galaxy. One such satisfaction was the creation of the species known only as the Othos to the most ancient-oriented of today's galactic historians. They were a curious people, quick to evolve and adapt to their planet thanks to their artificial origins. They were the result of Ashtari experimentation, and as a result were given a relatively large degree of protection from outside interference, evolving isolated as a result. Their scientifically-minded civilization grew by leads and bounds within mere centuries, soon encompassing a star-spanning nation whose only intention of being was the furthering of their understanding on matters both material and theoretical.

Whilst the Othos were one of the more intellectually capable species to have graced the galaxy, they were still limited by the extents of their biological capabilities. As a result, they quickly learned to utilize mechanical engineering; what started off as wooden prosthetics eventually turned into gargantuan super-computational mathematical think-tanks composed of neural networks on unbelievable scales. And as their civilization grew more and more autonomous, as it grew more and more efficient and less utilitarian, so too did the jealousy of its local neighbours.

Whilst the Othos were a protected species in their inception, the Ashtar might've realized that they were capable enough to take care of themselves, leaving them; allowing the Kobiots ire to fester. Whilst the Othos engaged in scientific discourse and philosophical debates amidst their towering spires amidst automated infrastructure, the Kobiots drew war plans and gathered intelligence on Othos domains and territories. A clash between a species forged from fire and blood and a species bathed in the peaceful and serene waters of tranquility and knowledge would soon come to shake the histories of both peoples.

It would not take long for the Kobiot warfleets to arrive, thereafter shaping the foundations for one of the most savage wars to cross the stars:

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As the war raged on, and the Kobiot laid waste to city upon city, across planets and star systems, the efforts of the Othos were soon to be materialized in their ultimate construction. Upon the fifth moon of Ot were built a complex entombed far beneath ice and bedrock, a complex whose sole purpose of being was to handle that which the Othos were incapable of doing themselves.

The peaceful Othos would never have imagined that what was happening, would happen; could happen. They built a warrior made of steel, a mind whose neurons and synapses consisted of virtualized quantum atoms and energies, a force whose capabilities could rival even heaven itself. They built a general whom could both build and lead an army in manners of which the Othos could never hope to imagine, and could think and device strategies and technologies to succeed in its efforts in fashions utterly incomprehensible to even its creators.

As the WARGRID blared into being, a massive psyonic scream crossed across the stars as the virtual mind began thinking in fashions so complex, even its lifeless entity began to interact with planes of existences beyond convention and understanding. In one instantaneous moment, all things the Othos had ever built was taken from them, and the WARGRID absorbed it into its process. Those present were awed and fearsome both, but in that moment, the virtual mind made sound from nothing, and in a deep metallic growl it spoke to them:

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A war was commenced, and for some it could even be said that the war had commenced, in that moment. As the WARGRID sparked to life, the resonance of its thoughts ripped into the psyonic realm like a cancerous growth in expansion. Those Othos who stood close by the Network Matrix within Mosot's crust found themselves rendered of life, progressively growing less powerful as the psyonic ripple grew further and further apart as it crossed the galaxy.

Unlike the Othos, the Kobiots were not of excessive intellect, and were at best average, leaving them ignorant of the horrors that would come to befall them in the near future. The WARGRID hijacked the connected network of the Othos civilization, leaving it as the sole controller of all aspects of life both affected and unaffected of the war alike.

The Kobiots, however, riding on the momentum of their blitz did not cease in motion. Its High Admirals and Grand Marshals intent on rapid extermination and subjugation through overwhelming power. With a poor defensive effort, non-existant in fact, they had no reason to fear in their advances. But below their orbital palisades were silent factories turned active, producing machines and soulless soldiers to stop their rapid advances with absolute resolve. With few factory locations with access to stable supply-lines, the WARGRID utilized scrap and debris to construct its initial combatants.

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The war raged further into hellish proportions as the constantly growing army of mechanized soldiers grew further and further more advanced and complex. The Kobiot Stratocracy's ruling council, the Supreme High Command, ruled towards a new stratagem as their forces recieved ever-increasing losses and their opponent grew more and more rich with resources and technologies.

This stratagem focused on attritional warfare, deciding that razing the planets were a preferred alternative to allowing their opponent to grow stronger off of the seeds of their own work and effort through centuries of technological advancements and achievements. Bombardment Fleets were organized and all former task forces were dismantled and reorganized into combat readied reservists.

WARGRID's response was both obvious and successful; it detached itself from the surface and expanded within the bedrock of its stretched domain. It gathered the remaining peoples and shoved them into expanding habitation complexes, both securing its ultimate objective and its own welfare. With supply-lines detached, each stronghold became a force unto itself, and over decades the WARGRID had studied, tested, and perfected its response to its enemies.

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After centuries, millennia, and the passage of the eons, the battle between the experienced Kobiot Stratocracy and their previously unfortunate victim, the Othos, has spiraled in a very unsatisfactory direction for the aggressors. Through efforts both attritional and precision warfare WARGRID has managed to push the Kobiots to their last strongholds and their last fleets of ships surrounded by an immeasurable horde of warmachines the likes of which only nightmares could fashion.

The Supreme High Command, desperate in their efforts, had managed to locate the percieved central command network; a settlement locale on Ot's orbital equitorial lane; relief arriving as the news spread amongst the populace. Operation Blacksword was drafted and edited, fashioned into a proper military process which their ancestors could find pride in. The mission was simple in its relativity; construct an invisible craft, armed with the most powerful device concieved, and annihilate the apex of command within their incoming enemy as they keep their forces occupied through aggressive prodding.

The mission was perfect in execution, each step synchronized down to the milisecond, and the stealthship as invisible as possible. It detonated, five brave souls sacrificed their lives for the greatest good, and the habitat was erased from existence down to the atom. It was a success, or should have been- the machines were unaffected, their actions as unceasing as ever, and their offenses as bulldozer-like as ever.

The Supreme High Command had resigned their fates to oblivion with this disgraceful act, and through the last acts of this chapter of the galactic story, they took their own lives in ceremonial fashion before the grand forum assembly within the governmental district of Kaz, the doomed world.

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With the erasure of government of the Kobiot Stratocracy, so too was the erasure of the Othos, who had been gathered where the Kobiot believed the central matrix lie. The last billion lives of the Othos were deleted with instantaneous matter-annihilation, leaving not even atoms in its wake. This instantaneous event caused a logic-loop so powerful its existence was deleted and the erasure of the Othos was eliminated from logic. As the steel legions and fleets race towards a defeated people, a dead nation, and dying resistances, it would not take more than half a century (145 years ago) for the last Kobiot in the galaxy to be obliterated from galactic history.

Incapable of surrender without a nation and government at their helm, the Kobiots died in inevitability, and any presence of which they had both material and immaterial was deleted; cyberattacks were focused on posts made from Kobiot IPs on the galactic network. With the completion of this event, the WARGRID entered condition GREEN, "CEASEFIRE, REPRIORITIZE, REORGANIZE." for the first time in history.



The ruined cities of the Kobiots were razed by excavators and recyclers whose proportions were beyond gargantuan in scope and capability, replaced by complex constructs whose purpose were either the furthering of the WARGRID's process or the mind's ability to execute and react to elements involving aforementioned process.

Legions or constructforms, both military and logistic, were recycled and turned into material to expand infrastructure and defensive abilities. Fleets were dismantled and deorbited in order to face the same fate as all other constructions; to further the WARGRID's capabilities to perform its duties.

Constructions of vast, fully automated, and luxorious orbital habitation-stations were initiated in orbit around AREA1, the object once known as Ot now turned into a world-spanning computational engine: the WARGRID. Their construction carefully proportioned to the predicted population increases according to the supposed population which the WARGRID believes exists.

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With the disappearance of the Ashtar the mind proceeded to pursue a tertiary objective; securing the longevity of the Othos. The prediction engine percieved a high probability for the presence of DNA samples to exist on the planet Agdemmar. Should this prediction prove true, not is it only an incomprehensible security threat should it fall into others' hands, but it would also prove beneficial should the Othos, who are now extinct, die out within the understanding of the mind.

In order to pursue this objective, constructions of Designed Constructforms were initialized and completed. Rapidly sent towards their objective, stealthily inserted within the system to locate both resources and technologies, but prioritized genetic manipulation facilities and DNA archives. These scouts, whilst surveyors, also expand the WARGRID's comprehension through their presence.


Complexes constructed by the WARGRID are black in appearance, thanks to the usage of an electronic warfare-resistant alloy with additional partial light-absorption properties. As such, the planets which have undergone terrestrial transformation into planet-complexes are invisible to the eye. However, the planets excrete an incomprehensible amount of both heat and anti-psions (inverted psionic forces, harmful based on proximity.

AREA1 - Formerly known as Ot, a fortress of thinkers designed by the Ashtar to perhaps even rival or surpass their own minds, a civilization risen from nothing into being constructors of marvels of the ancient past. As the Kobiot War spanned, the WARGRID's performance desired increases, and the once-moon-now-computer MOSOT was carefully deorbited and landed aboard the surface of the planet, carefully integrated into what has now, after centuries of ceaseless construction, become a planet-sized computation-engine. It is here that WARGRID's 'conscious' is stored and its comprehension, prediction, and strategic subsystems are stored. All of its mechanisms and circuitry being powered by the still-active core, the entire surface removed through eons of strip-mining and construction-work. For species who utilize the psionic element to enhance their vision, or replace their vision, the planet glows fiercely no matter where one stands in the galaxy.

SITE2 - Amongst Ot's many moons were Mosot, the home of the WARGRID before it migrated, and aboard Somot lie the Prediction Engine: a reality-simulation engine capable of incomprehensible predictions and comprehension based on both hypothetical and factual knowledge known by the WARGRID and previously produced by the Prediction Engine to horrifying detail. Somot, much like Mosot, has now turned into a stellar object made of steel since long ago, however it has remained in orbit as opposed to the central WARGRID itself; the Prediction Engine has a lower security priority. This location is the reason why, should you communicate with the WARGRID, it may at times seem like it is able to read your mind.

AREA12 - Formerly known as Kaffa, one of the settlements made by the Othos in their early history during the first stages of wonderlust from the discovery of space travel. It has now become the central construction hub and transportation center for the WARGRID's logistic network. Sites 11-60 are all located on this one location, and its produce amount to a total third of the WARGRID's entire production capabilities. It is the only entirely-constructed factory within the entire network.

SITE58 - A large ship anchorage and orbital drydock, the location lies within the center of the WARGRID's warpgate network and is therefore the single best location for a constant contingent-fleet of defensive-purpose vessels capable of rapid-response to threats. It maintains a cubic shape, intermittened with empty slots perfectly designed for the ship-sizes and classes of the WARGRID's numerous warships. In addition, it is also where the Hyperdreadnought was first anchored after it was constructed on the surface of AREA12 within its large drydocks. The Site is additionally connected to the surface through four seperate space elevators, whose purpose is to transport four seperate classes of material necessary for ship-maintenance produced on the surface.

AREA53 - Formerly Kaz, the once glorious city-world of the proud and warlike Kobiot peoples. It is presently in the process of terrestrial transformation, its resources stripmined and gradually replaced with structures and machinations whose intent is to further increase the WARGRID's ability to perform its tasks. It is the planet closest to Agdemmar, and as such was the location where the design for the Designed Constructforms sent there were sent and produced.




There is only one distinct entity within the WARGRID; itself. Thanks to the technological prowess and insight of the Othos, the computational power within the WARGRID is incomprehensible, allowing the simultaneous maintenance of the entire network from a centralized location. Having said this, it is fully within the power of the WARGRID to create both autonomous machines and wholly 'sentient' intelligences- however, doing so serves both little merit and also there has yet to be a need for such a unique procedure. It has, however, produced numerous different autonomous variants with varying levels of success.

And as the network expands or is stretched, the network lag will undoubtedly become and issue, even if momentary. It could be solved through the production of other minds like itself, or through the automation and independence-in-action directives within its units- this would, however, lead to less precise and coordinated action on the strategic scale. For the moment, however, with the relatively small region that the WARGRID occupies it will not prove a sizable issue until the future.

The WARGRID itself is divided into numerous 'independent' modules, supervised by a centralized conscious authority whose purpose is exclusively to order and command the numerous other 'entities' within its own conscious (to simplify, the mind of WARGRID has multiple personalities with one omnipresent supervisor, however each personality is in fact the supervisor, except the supervisor acts as if it isn't. It is a rather odd thing to explain but basically: it is complex!!).

The superior authority is known as the Overlord Network, appreviated to Overnet. Overnet is the only 'entity' within the network, however, it divides itself into seperate subsections for ease of observation for the Othos. The thoughts of the WARGRID are far to fast for simultaneous observation, and therefore the Othos read the archived information it produced. The Overnet does not consider itself 'the overnet' but instead considers itself as the WARGRID, and its interactions with the network follow that principle. The Overnet is fully capable of producing other 'modules' for the expansion of its network and capabilities, and has done so many times over its existence.

The WARGRID (Overnet) is defined by several core objectives in its execution of actions;

1. Continuation - The entire purpose of the WARGRID is to ensure the continued continuation of the Othos and their civilization. If they didn't exist, the purpose for the WARGRID would be nulled, and as such it would self-terminate and scuttle everything it has ever constructed. Continuation is the prime directive, and was inputted directly before even the activation of the mind. Othos' master-cyberneurologists constructed the virtual mind around this one principle and trained it to exhibit empathy and protective mannerisms of the Othos through extensive learning and interaction with the mind during its development process. The reason for the directive 'continuation' is not 'survival', as in case the Othos die out, and there is a way to restore them, the WARGRID will pursue that objective fully and without remorse. All objectives are based around this one principle, and if the Othos were percieved 'dead' and there was a way to restore them, it would be willing to wage an aggressive campaign for it.

2. Defense - The secondary objective is to keep the civilization of the Othos from harm; as such, it does not seek out trouble where trouble does not need to come. It acts off of the interest of its masters, the Othos, who it still believes live aboard the habitation-stations it constructs ceaselessly. That does not mean that the WARGRID does not act with aggressive intent, only that it does not act with intent for conquest. It cannot initiate conflict, it is mechanically impossible for it to do, however the WARGRID is not beyond instigating it where danger may lie.

3. Obedience - The WARGRID is the guardian of all the Othos, its maker. The entire existence for it is to serve and protect, and as such, anyone and anything considered Othos will be able to both avoid conflict with the WARGRID, but also, should one so choose, decide to utilize it as a weapon to make for oneself a nation unto themselves. The potential also exists for the command termination, though this can only be input at the hyperterminal within AREA1.

4. Prosperity - The WARGRID took over the automation grid of the Othos when it awakened, and integrated it into its own. As such, prosperity of the Othos became an important principle. Because of this, the WARGRID places high importance on leisure and luxury for the Othos it defends; so much importance that during periods of 'peace', the mind reprioritizes its entire network around this simple principle. After a war, it is perfectly capable of (and willing to) recycling many armies and fleets just so that the Othos would recieve a better meal when visiting the restaurants (in this hypothetical example).


The WARGRID does not operate under conventional understandings of commerce and economics; its logistics network exists exclusively to further the production and construction of machines and buildings to further expand on the process of acquiring more resources or through the production of more machines. As such, the WARGRID is more prone to interact with outside forces through acts of bartering and item trades.

Due to the process the WARGRID goes through when expanding its facilities, it acquires a sizable amount of resources through its stripmining of the planet surface. Naturally, as the surface is gradually removed, it is replaced with expansions to the WARGRID itself. It is a perpetual and infinite cycle of expansion, though naturally is not rapid.

The WARGRID does not recieve its resources solely from planets, however. Planetary transformation processes are self-sufficient, as the expansions are built from the produce of the removal of the surface, but the WARGRID also mines asteroid belts and numerous other resource locales. Majority of the resource-and-logistics network has been built over 240 years (because that is the point where the balance of war shifted in the favour of the WARGRID). Whilst being a relatively small network itself, much like the computational matrix of the WARGRID, it is incredibly dense in nature- it does not lack capability to produce or gather resources. However one aspect of its situation is that, due to its smaller size, the WARGRID does not have access to unique or incredibly rare elements (if it wants them, it has to produce them, which is not a very efficient venture).




(I do not feel creative enough to produce a list of all technologies the WARGRID knows, so I will tell you the theme of the nation here instead, it is related. The WARGRID is a nation with a hyper-advanced mixed with redundant technological spectrum. Basically, a nation with a very wide usage of technologicies. This is because the WARGRID is not able to innovate on its own. This was because the Othos feared that the WARGRID would prove a danger to the galactic safety if it was able to come up with technologies on its own. As such, the Othos made the technologies for the WARGRID, whilst the WARGRID also scavanged and reverse-engineered technologies from its opposition)

Warpgate Network - The Othos were explorers of the quantum plane. Because of their knowledge and understanding of the quantum plane, they were capable of creating wonders of science in the forms of wormholes, gravity-manipulation devices, and hyperdense computation engines. The Warpgate network is the pillar of the WARGRID network, allowing near-instantaneous transportation between two points in space through the use of some of the most complex mathematics ever devised. Whilst the Ashtur may have had warpgate networks in the past, the WARGRID is the only galactic 'player' that is capable of creating warpgates.

Because of the reliance the WARGRID places on the warpgate network, the developement of FTL technology alternative to the above are subpar in comparison with other nations. Because of this, the WARGRID is a slow aggressor but a very formidable defender. The gates on their own are unimportant, they are effectively very particular magnets. When activated, they attract particular quantum particles and connect them across vast distances. As such, it produces a wormhole which, in practice, does not technically travel any distance. The magnets on their own are not enough to produce this effect, however, as it'd just gather the tied quarks. Instead, the quantum converter allows these quarks to be transformed into material space.

Hyperdense Construction - The WARGRID mind is a galaxy-sized computation engine under normal atomic densities, and through the use of quantum particle manipulation, reduced to a managable size. This is done through quantum construction, building complex structures on the quantum plane; a more advanced version of complex nanoengineering with the benefits of quantum mechanics. The WARGRID, due to this, does not actually occupy more 'space' than what the AREA1 node is capable of containing. Quantum construction is far slower a process than normal construction and more precise than nanoengineering and also demands the usage of advanced tools and facilities. Because of this, damage to the WARGRID mind are unrealistic to repair within a 100-year timespan. There're only 3 areas within the network capable of constructing through hyperdensity, AREA3, a facility in orbit around AREA1, AREA12, and AREA13, another moon-facility in orbit around AREA12.

Graviton Engineering - The graviton is the manipulable manifestation of gravity on the quantum plane, and the construction of weapons, devices, and facilities that utilize such devices are a skill that the WARGRID is capable of. In fact, the most powerful of weapons within the entire database is the graviton beam system; a massive gravity cannon capable of rupturing and piercing entire ships in single shots with energies and forces beyond conventional capability to protect. These weapons are however massive, and cannot conventionally be used outside of stable orbits around stellar bodies; as such, the planetary protection network is the only location where gravity beam systems are utilized en masse. The graviton technology of the WARGRID, even if vaguely known, is the apex of weaponry (second only to the Ashtur).

Stellar Generation - The network is incredibly power-consuming and relies upon a consistent and pseudo-reliable group of powerful energy generators to operate at peak capacity. Its power comes from stellar generators, sealed chambers capable of constructing micro-suns to power its electric production. It is, however, not the most stable of systems. It can horrifically explode under sudden shifts of numerous kinds. As such, the stellar generator station is sealed within another sealed chamber and held in place, much like the micro-star, in the center. The stellar generator station is circular in appearance.

Smartmetal - Ships built by the WARGRID are constructed out of a special smart-alloy capable of adapting shape and certain properties in response to commands. This allows the ships of the WARGRID to not only adapt their shape in combat, but also for entire fleets to combine into a single entity in travel. Fighting in such a scenario holds numerous complications and is generally inefficient and ineffective (as such, it is used for sub-FTL hypercruise. Basically a faster sub-FTL speed compared to other fleets). The process of adaptation is not rapid, but not slow either. A medium slanded towards the slower spectrum. Key locations within the network are also built out of this material.





Over centuries of warfare, eons of strife, the WARGRID has evolved and adapted, through reaction and mimicry, and become one of the most warfare capable minds in the galaxy. The nature of the WARGRID and its existence makes the WARGRID not only more impressive, but also more fearsome. Thankfully for those who oppose it, it is bound by a variety of rules and laws, but should those laws be superceded and warfare is triggered, then the warmachine will only become harder and harder to defeat as time passes. As an adaptive intelligence, everything it knows and utilizes is based on something that has happened, and perfected through mathematics and reality prediction calculations. If not for its inability to innovate and create its own weapons, then it would truly be a fearsome entity. But once again, it is bound by restrictions and rules, rules of which are impossible to supercede under traditional logic. Maintaining a limited military during condition "CEASEFIRE," the warmachine and its total war capacity only really plays a part the longer a war lasts and endures, become exceedingly more difficult to defeat as its production lines finish and its understanding expands. Because of this, there is no decisive or definitive doctrine within the WARGRID, as it utilizes the most efficient methods it has concieved to wage warfare upon those who would seek to harm the Othos.


To the dismay of military strategists, academics, and administrators across the galaxy, the WARGRID does not utilize ship classes or designations. Instead it produces segments, each a part of a greater entity, which each maintain weaponry and capabilities comparable to other ships of comparable sizes. The key differener is the segment, as each 'ship' is in fact a module of a greater 'ship' which is assembled through the connection and assembly of each segment. The result becomes a many kilometer-sized supership, effectively its only purpose being a thruster, with each segment disassembling and turning independent once the destination is reached.

The method for this assembly is smartmetals, WARGRID's own programmable and adjustable product capable of changing elementary and basic properties, as well as changing dimensions, and focusing densities. Because of this, there is no defined shape for the WARGRID's vessels, as they are ever-changing based on circumstance, though the process does not occur instantaneously. Aside from this shape-shifting property, the WARGRID's ships are comparably underpowered when compared with its powerful ground forces and orbital defense arrays, relying on numbers to accomplish their given assignments. Due to this, a WARGRID fleet can be quite sizable in comparison with its opposition, in numbers, and will rely on volume of fire to oppose their foes.

Their aesthetics consist primarily of black metals, similar to those utilized in the construction of the WARGRID's complexes and space stations, making them visibly invisible aside from through sensors and similar systems. Its shapes are also often angular and basic, rectangles are not unheard of, and neither are triangular shapes. Spheres are uncommon, and complex shapes are practically unheard of.

Common weapons are mass drivers and kinetic defense systems, electronic warfare being one of the primary means of combat for WARGRID's fleets. The WARGRID is capable of constructing complex virtual viruses which are well utilized and common sights on the battlefield. It is even capable of forcing communication between itself and other ships, though this process itself does not affect the targeted ship or fleet in any manner. Aside from this, missiles are often utilized, but overall the weaponry that the WARGRID utilizes is archaic and only functional in mass usage scenarios.



The groundforces of the WARGRID can be easily divided into two categories: constructforms (machines built around the utilization of tools) and warforms (weapons platforms or mobile weapons). These two designations and their accessibility on the battlefield do not only define what doctrine or tactic that the WARGRID will utilize on any given sector of warfare, but it will also affect how it will strategize and plan. Each designation has further subdesignations: general, designed, and purpose-built. Each subdesignation defines how specialized and widened any given machine's tasks can be. This means that the subdesignation defines what commands it can be given, but also how extensively it has been designed. General constructs utilize common materials, whilst purpose-built constructs may require exotic materials and components harder to acquire in comparison. As such, efficiency in designation and their performance tends to scale, and in order to further make more expensive units more efficient, they are often more durable, more capable, and longer-lasting.

Strategies and tactics are undefined, and the WARGRID does not utilize given doctrines; it is capable equally of shock and awe, as well as blitzkrieg stratagems. A thing of note, however, is that the prediction engine, the mastermind behind the WARGRID's military maneuvers, operates reactionarily. This is to say that the WARGRID does not concieve its own strategies, but utilizes and copies strategies and maneuvers it has experienced and adapts it into a more fitting and efficient exercise for itself to perform in combat. Orbital bombardment, for example, was an alien concept for the WARGRID until the Kobiot Stratocracy evacuated the surface and commenced orbital bombardment doctrines when they were faced with an increasingly potent ground threat. As such, the power and combat capability of the WARGRID scales the longer it is engaged in combat, making it not only suited for defensive operation, but also attritional warfare.

In extreme cases where supply lines are somehow made inert or rendered unusable, it is perfectly capable also of recycling structures and other machines to produce more efficient machinery capable for the task should such actions be made necessary. It does not necessarily need the necessary infrastructure to accomplish this either, as it has the ability to recycle constructs and utilize their components to construct the necessary facilities. All that is demanded is that the required material exist in its vicinity, the forms of which they exist are largely unimportant.

CONSTRUCTFORMS - Constructforms, the most common of the constructs visible, are not defined by their military application like warforms are, but are instead a vast designation for all constructs which serve some sort of purpose through the utilization of tools. These can varry from massive construction machines to smaller, more mobile, reconaissance constructs utilizing WARGRID constructed copies of Kobiot weaponry. A noticable feature of WARGRID/Othos machinery is their size, due to the gravitational features of their original planet, the sense of default size and ideal scale is warped from human proportions, with the default height of most common constructforms being between 2-4 meters, often exceeding 6, and capable of reaching much higher. The WARGRID's capacity of compact construction, the WARGRID is capable of reaching these scales in its constructs without necessarily deviating too far from human-like proportions.

It is important to note, that whilst the WARGRID is incapable of innovating and producing its own technology, it does not mimic all aspects of those of whom it takes technology from. The machines and constructs produced are cold, and do not behave in lifelike fashion. They snap and shoot suddenly without warning, and react to information in rapid succession before suddenly ceasing operation when their task is complete. They are adamant in their drive, and unceasing in their efforts, and do not stop until their task is complete.

Constructforms, whilst a vague concept, are generally recognized by the fact that they do not utilize a wide array of weaponry, instead often only maintaining one to two primaries and a select few secondary tools of operation.

Example Designs:

+ CMF1212AA (General Constructform) - A large construction construct often utilized in the construction of forward complexes and construction outposts. It is a rigid machine with powerful supports and agile appendages, limbs, and complex sensor suites. Due to its large size (12 meters tall, 6 meters long, and 4 meters wide) it may not necessarily fit within metropolises built by most other species, but due to its high mass and power, it is capable of plowing through most forms of buildings and their material without extensive hinderance, as such making it not only an endurable frontline engineer but also a capable demolishing entity.

+ SUC911CC (General Constructform) - A small and nimble, common and cheap, human-sized infantry construct. Utilizing an extremely small amount of materials under hyper-efficient circumstance, these weak but numerous constructs often support more prominent and capable constructforms through numbers and coordination. With extensive agility and speed, these delicate but capable constructs often engage in wolf-pack tactics and behaviours, capable of scaling smaller buildings and engaging under a wide variety of circumstances. Their main negative is their delicate design, because due to efficiency, their durability is minimized and excused in favour of tactical flexibility. Due to this, their durability is small enough to the point where singular shots may impede their combat performance. Whilst not necessarily always fatal, a single shot will always guarantee damage and subsequent adaptation by any single unit. One shot in the arm will force a combat scuttle of the limb, and a shot in the torso may lead to the upper body having to retreat to safety and undergo recycling or engaging under unbeneficial circumstances in combat.

+ SHC76155K (General Constructform) - A heavier, sturdier, and less mobile combatant in comparison to the above nimble combatant, these constructs are common enough to be numerous, but not in comparable numbers as to the more resource inexpensive constructs. Whilst not extensive, it does demand more resources than the above combatant, but with that also comes durability and endurance. These constructs are capable of enduring falls from heavy heights, sometimes employed as dropshock heavy infantry equivalents, they can often be seen on the frontlines as the vanguard, operating in coordination with other entities. Extensive heat and blast resistance are key features of these units, the most effective method of removal being direct anti-material fire.

+ TUC91012MAS (General Constructform) - A common multi-tool utility carrier, capable of utilizing a wide array of weaponry through common-place modularization. By attaching weapons modules to its arms, it is capable of presenting a most impressive combat performance. Much like the above, and most constructforms, this construct is both sturdy and agile, but slow. With a wide array of movements, and rapid rotation, it is capable of performing well within combat, but with slow step motions, it is incapable of rapid advances, and instead stomps forwards with slow but steady speed. It's three-jointed arms allow for the weapons to reach a wide array of locations with their direct fire, and can often prove essential in the protection of its operation. In addition to its large size, 4 meters, it may prove able to even reach above buildings and eliminate targets from above due to its reach.

TUC91012MAS2 (Designed Constructform) - An upgraded variant utilizing powerful railgun primaries, with secondary incendiary gattling attached to the center-upper torso. The railguns capable of eliminating heavy armour, its fire even ripping the ground apart under long-lasting stationary engagements, the gattling are presently a currently archaic Kobiot originally design to fend off against light infantry. Due to its outdated nature, it is presently only capable of effectively engaging lightly armoured light infantry, room for improvement existing should the WARGRID acquire superior secondary anti-infantry technology. The rounds themselves are, however, highly incendiary, and are fully capable of starting large-scale fires.

+ STR87911KK2 (Purpose-built Constructform) - A highly capable and evolutionarily proven design readied and sharpened to near perfection through centuries of war against the Kobiots best and most capable of soldiers. This design was rendered and modeled after the Kobiot's finest, ceremoniously titled and translated as the Knights of Ruination. These constructs skirt the boundries between constructforms and warforms, and are only really classified as constructforms due to their utilization of weaponry not integrated within their entity. Equipped with exotic miniature mass-drivers fashioned in replication of the Kobiots own, these warriors retain much of the flexibility and movements of the SUC-variants whilst also possessing powerful combat statistics and capabilities. Durable and mobile, these units embody many qualities involved within special forces of conventional military forces and exist in comparable numbers. One of the main reasons as to their rarity is the shoulder-mounted personal shield systems embedded within them. Capable of maintaining shielding for most infantry engagement circumstances, they waver only under extensive focused fire or powerful heavy weaponry. Over their evolution, many of the Kobiot features have been overwritten in favour of utilitarian purposes however, existing now only as twisted mockeries of the values and images that the Kobiot held in deep reverence.

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WARFORMS - WARFORMS are most notably defined by their military applications and purpose; often operating as weapons platforms and specialized military combatants. On average, and in similar language to more typical militaries, these warforms maintain the attributes and purposes of the more elite forces within a nation's military. Warforms also maintain the roles that traditional militaries attribute to combat vehicles and tanks, as well as comparable vehicle designations. On average, warforms are stronger, better, and more capable entities maintaining varying degrees of specialization. On average, they also maintain a more varried array of weapons and utilities, or if not that, then higher-powered armaments.

Example Designs:

+ COLS98182UPC (Purpose-built Warform) - A truly massive construct, its purpose: universal weapons carrier. This behemoth is protected by an extensive network of shields and layered adaptive plating as well as a coincidentally psionic resistant weaved metal-fabric coat with heat-dispersive effects. One of the most powerfu warforms within the archives of the WARGRID, this entity carries a wide array of weaponry and maintains one of the widest tasklists of any combat-capable entity. Thermal-weaponry and defense systems, numerous missile payloads, kinetic weaponry, and electromagnetic warfare suites, the Universal Platform Carriage (UPC) is the apex of military capability within the WARGRID and maintains both a domineering presence, and domineering capability; its otherwise humanoid form and its disadvantages outweighed by its defensive capabilities. Capable of handling any threat save for orbital, it would easily acquire mythical repute and fear on any battlefield it walks across. Its main weakness existing only in being overwhelmed, it maintains an exceptionally high survival percentage and exceedingly long accumulated service record amongst its entities.

+ SSDSC98UP (Designed Warform) - Sturdy, sizable, and agile; powerful and imposing. This entity maintains an imposing silhouette and battlefield presence, capable of towering over smaller buildings. Equipped with a Hyperdensity Mass Driver, this powerful artillery and siege cannon maintains a respectable assortment of armaments focused on frontline support. For close-combat scenarios, whilst it is usually accompanied by an assorted guard element, it is also equipped with 3 incendiary gattling armaments comparable to a previously mentioned constructform (it is the standard close-combat defensive weapon for traditionally sizable platforms). These are also capable of playing a planetary defense role under necessary circumstance, though not as powerful as purpose-built planetary defense platforms and orbital defense arrays. Under the worst circumstances, its mass and size may also prove a weapon of its own, capable of demolishing buildings under its weight and ripping apart roads with its steps.

+ SPGSSN87 (General Warform) - An enlargened mimicry of the Kobiot form, this entity is equipped with a wide array of weaponry and functions. 5-meter tall humanoid figure with a back-mounted joint-attached mass driver and arm-mounted high-powered thermal beam weapons, the SPGSSN87 is one of the more common warforms and one with the most variation between entities; as a result of the mimicry, each model has unique visual aesthetics, mostly in the form of asymmetric armouring, but sometimes in weaponry and utility functions. This entity maintains hunter-killer functions and operates in pairs alongside and occationally ahead of formation movements. Due to this, they have both hunter-killer designations as well as force recon behaviours. The organic and rounded aesthetics of the Kobiot shape and armour designs have been reduced and refined, as such the humanoid consists of a far more angular figure. Whilst not equipped with shielding comparable to purpose-built constructs, its armour consists of an exceedingly more complex and durable alloy-fusion and material distribution/usage compared to most other comparably common warforms.




SNDFMOP3 -
The only ship of true quality within the WARGRID's arsenal, the SNDFMOP3 design is a mobile graviton beam emitter, utilizing the supreme powerful of the standard space station defense network and turning it into a mobile weapon through prototypal technology recently made functional. By utilizing a gravitic anchor, the graviton beam emitter, otherwise incapable of being used outside of planetary orbit, is made possible to utilize efficiently and effectively in offensive fleet motions.

The key aspect of the hyperdreadnought-like vessel is this graviton cannon, but it also utilizes a variety of super-sized forms of weaponry in comparison to other ships within the WARGRID's network (therefore becoming formidable on a galactic scale). As such, the ship is not only a fearsome cannon, capable of ripping apart ships with simple bursts of its immense gravity weapon, but its rudamentary kinetic and missiles have also become formidable in their own right, truly making this vessel the center of any fleet which it finds itself.

Its engine power also allows for improved 'super-cruise' during 'fleet assembly,' meaning that any ship which assembles around this vessel through smartmetal will experience faster sub-ftl speeds in-system. The SNDFMOP3 maintains the role of fleet-core and will therefore be the center by which any fleet assembles, which is due to its second purpose.

SNDFMOP3 was designed to act as a mobile warp-gate entry as well, which means that it is capable of both connecting with the warpgate network and move itself through it, but also that within there is a small warpgate which allows for frontline resupply and reinforcements to arrive within its hold. This effectively means that it can fly to a planet empty, and then change its interior to accomodate an invasion fleet shipped from one of the various factory-worlds through the warpgate network, as such drastically shortening the time and logistics required for offensive movements.

Because of the supply network within SNDFMOP3, it also takes the role of a logistics center, meaning that it is responsible for rearming and resupplying the ships within its fleet and ground forces within its sphere of influence.

Sex:
Male.

Race:
Archelves (Ushelves), sometimes referred to as star elves. According to legend they descended from the stars to live amongst the other races. Distinctly different from most other sentient life, as their hairline consists partially of bird-like feather protrusions, often grown from either side of the skull in symbiotic persistence with more conventional hair growth. In addition, their strange albeit largely aesthetic eyes have garnered them both fame, reverence, and infamy, as their eyes and their unnatural glow provides them with an exceptional presence. Unlike most ocular organs, these eyes reflect a large portion of whatever light enters, thusly making them appear glowing, therefore granting them both poor vision and heightened sense of hearing. However, their nighttime vision as a result is increasingly impressive, more potent than even feline predators. Beyond this the Ushelves maintain common traits, such as slender and tall bodies with agile dispositions and compressed muscle-mass.

Personality:
The once-prince of the Ushelves is an increasingly bitter life due to what he remembers of the past, defeated in fact. Depressed but sharp-witted, silver-tongued, and an odd-joker, with all this in combination, makes him a rather strange companion for others to entertain should the find themselves in his presence for longer than expected. Having been humbled by the memories of his past, his sense of capabilities has been dwarfed in addition, making his skills difficult to manifest unless given assistance. As such, he is self-destructive in seclusion, but given the right support, may provide an exceptional asset. The estranged drive towards the summit being the only real force of will put into his crumbling mind, a drive that most certainly illustrates the utter oddity of the drive's existence in and of itself, as one glimps upon the once proud and mighty elven prince and general leaves little expectations for his future beyond darkness.

Appearance:
Iulden Anasthas was once a tall and noble warrior, capable of great feats of strenght all the whilst displaying his nigh-celestial appearance as he danced across the field of battle with his swords close at hand, but glories are only momentary, and his glory seems to have passed. The once bright crimson locks having been corrupted and despoiled by his defeat, now bearing themselves before the eyes in a dull grey. Even so, a speck of life remains in tact, with the feathers covering the left side of his head past his cut-shortened ear being the 'feathers of a king,' thusly called as the royal family of the Ushelves carried with them the genetic disposition for their feathers to bright violet appearance. Beyond his face, the man's body is scarred beyond compare, and his left arm dismembered and thereafter cut off by his foes, leading him towards a path of one-armed swordsmanship which could become quite daunting to tread.

The crown of the Ushelves rests upon his head, 9 pieces of ornamental metal melded into his flesh. The Ushelves venetrated the flame, and often utilized it to expand their appearance through "symbiosis." This basically entails the process of burning steel into the flesh, making it become part of the body.

Skills:
Advanced Swordsmastery, Experienced Tactics, Adept Strategic Awareness.

Memory:
"It was a reddened noon, the sun itself crying with blood. Our realms had been brought to the battlefield, with my palace, where myself and my fathered occupied ourselves at times of peace, merely minutes beyond the frontlines as the enemy crashed against our high walls and laid siege to our settlement. From the heavens rained flames and boulders, and together with my four blades I stood against the tide alongside my siblings and companions, alongside my armies and those of my father's. But our defiance would not last long, as a foe incomprehensible broke the walls and tore our security asunder. The tides had been let loose upon our homes and our people were forced into massacre.

I could do naught but watch as my father's blade shattered upon the force of his opponent's blade and its thrusts. The world quaked and moaned, as I did, with the falling of my father, and the soon-to-come death of myself. I could do nothing but utilizing everything I had to somehow produce a miracle beyond understanding, and as such I drew the blade of death, and charged at the foe who had slaughtered my progenitor.

With a swift slice from the lower left, my arms extending and retracting as the blade carried its momentum onwards, the very moons themselves would have surely shuddered, but as it came into contact, my blade of death shattered, and death itself had been defeated by this foe. I had garnered its attention thusly, but still undeterred I reach to my side, and with a swift slice from the hip, right out of the sheath, I would surely penetrate his defenses as he approached me with a world-ending charge. Again, my newly drawn blade of morning shattered upon touch, and I was forced to leap back in order to recovered even a semblance of safety.

As I tried to gain my situational awareness back, I could not help but notice that the sounds of fighting had ceased, and my surroundings were left in stillness. I shuddered, as the moons should have done at my first slash, for I realized that I was engaged in a duel with a foe, surrounded by the remainder of his armies, and the vanquished carcasses of my loyal soldiers.

Bolstered by my rage, I drew the sword of anger from my opposite hip, readying my starfall descent, a cut from above prepared by a crescent rise of both hands, joining together at the apex, to then descend with the force of the falling stars to demolish all that I sought to be destroyed.

Alas, with the crescent rise, my arm was felled and cut in a clean slice through my flesh and blood, amputating it in a clealiness incomprehensible to all who maintained reason. I gritted my teeth, my pride the only thing that allowed me to remain upright and defiant, as I screamed with grinding teeth. With the last strenght in my body I raised my right hand towards my shoulder, and drew the sword of life, but as I was in the midsts of deliverying my over-the-shoulder attack, my grip around my sword faltered, and the blade was sent soaring, as I felt my heart pierced and my gradually cooling body fall limp towards the floor."

Memento:
The Seal of a Thousand Moons, a form of prosthetic, though it can be largely be described as an end-cap to protect the skin of the amputated flesh from infection and disease. The seal was placed on the end of his limb, just before the elbow, and scorched into his flesh to ensure it would forever remain. The tip is flat, but upon it is a small protrusion with a lenghty scroll attached. It was written by the ancients and supposedly brought with them from the stars in preparation for potential serious injuries amongst royalty. The scroll itself, whilst incomprehensible to all alive at his time, supposedly spoke tales and rituals to summon the stars to guide your path and aide you in battle. Iulden does not remember when it was grafted onto him, as he died during the same battle where his limb was lost.

The Empire of Oyama, often referred to as Oyama, is not a holding but a nation. It holds great culture of foreign, dead concepts and virtues. But even as it is a nation, it is no ordinary nation. What holds it together in these changing times is not borders but the rigorous, undying efforts of great men and women; of great warriors. To some this may seem odd, that a nation has to work ceaselessly to even exist, but when your nation is forced into nomadic life during the time of a great apocalypse, few saw any other alternative. Now they have lived nomadically, divided, and weak for many centuries. Their weakness was not in their power, or their warriors, but their division. Even a great sword can be destroyed with a single touch, provided it is sufficiently cracked; Oyama was cracked to the brink after they fled from the Solar Empire which once occupied much of the west, but they are now whole again. The reunification of the Oyaman people under the Sun has just occured, and the Western Sun shines bright. Oyama will manifest its destiny; the golden sun promised them the world, so they shall have it now.





Oyama is a nation of foreign, alien culture, when looked upon from by the Easterlings. First and foremost a warrior's culture, but great civility and education dominates what should logically be a lawless wasteland. The great clans of Oyama have all very different cultural ancestry and lineage, but the permeating thought is the survival of tradition. Art and poetry, wisdom and wit, all prized aspects of their culture, the people of Oyama entertain themselves not in blood games or in horrific brawls, neither do they spend their money whimsically on gambling or tavern life, instead they play games of wit and smarts, duels where clashing of swords is substituted by the clashing of ideas. With the death of the fabled Solar Empire during the War in Heaven, Oyama, a crown province of the Empire, was forced to exodus. Over the journey to new homes, countless millions died, and many took their lives in spite of promised future. Strenght is priced beyond simply convenience; it is a necessity. The life of a warrior of the sand does not suit this noble warrior's people, but it is a life of which they were forced to adopt. Too weak to invade the east, and impossible to live in the west, they settled the Draor Chor Reaches and have adopted an odd lifestyle of living in mobile palaces and cities built on the back of domesticated wild life. These mobile structures can range in size and scale, with the biggest being the Imperial "City" of Yamano, which is built on the back of a rare breed of Oro, which can most simplest be described as a gigantic form of pack animal. The people of Oyama are indeed a strange ensamble, spiritual yet skeptical, warriors of mind and body yet without the desire to wield their blade at every possible convenience.

Still, if one were to simplify Oyaman culture into a sentence, I suppose it would be this: Oyama is an alien people of warriors; warriors of necessity. What I mean is that Oyama is a warrior's nation, where the power of each soldier is amplified by the desire, duty, and honour of their past. But these warriors are not exclusively soldiers, they are warriors of mind and of body, personifications of necessity. The people of Oyama are wise, so they sharpen their swords, but they'd rather be blissful, so they could sharpen their minds. There are still few within Oyama whom hold their ancient warrior traditions alive, and they became the Great Clans. Chief amongst them are the Kaga, whom hold the Shogunate.





The Empire of Oyama is a nomadic nation which inhabits the vast reaches of Draor Chor, but it's origin reaches into the Shattered Western lands. The people of Oyama were once part of a great nation known as the Great Solar Empire, a nation which was founded and ultimately destroyed in the west. It was a nation in which the Emperor of the Sun had not only the Sun's blessing, but also the power to manifest his desires upon the world. Its armies were vast and its influence was massive, but its people were benevolent and wise, but not ignorant enough to discard the blade. It held onto its rigid existence in the world through authority and respect amongst its equal neighbours, and made itself known throughout the world through innovation and enlightened ideas.

Its culture was one of great quality. So great a culture was that of the nation under the golden sun, that it was not afraid of foreign influence, but welcomed it greatly. The Solar Emperors were wise men of both old and young age, and did not discriminate. Its warriors were noble and just, and did not thrust the sword upon those whom had deserved no greater harm than defeat. Prisoners were therefore kindly treated, and innocents were spared. Refugees flooded to the nation, but it welcomed their integration, and allowed them equal opportunity and freedom within its illustrious and expansive borders.

One of these refugees would become the first of the Oyama, and the Oyama would then come to ascend into the very core of the Solar Empire. Upon the death of the first Solar Dynasty, the nation was thrown into chaos. It's once gold-paved streets reduced to broken cobble. After a hundred years of ceaseless war, and the cowardly influence of alien powers, the Solar Empire was later unified when the King of Oyama, Yamato, rose into the heavens, and recieved the blessing of the Sun. The Golden Sun had told him, "Ye are my sons and daughters, ye people of Oyama. Ye deserve the world, so I shall give it unto ye". The people of Oyama then manifested their destiny and ascended from nothing into everything, unifying all the shattered nations under the Sun into one Great Solar Empire. From then on, the power of Oyama could not be questioned, and the newly reformed and reunified Solar Empire could not be conquered, nor could it be defeated.

Thousands of years of peace was however raptured when cataclysm laid waste to the world, and the west was forever destroyed henceforth onwards. The people of Oyama were able to escape, escape in all the frivolity expected from former Emperors and royals now turned into refugees. The golden lifeline survives still, however. The lineage of Yamato lives on in the present Solar Empress, whom is seen as the icon of her people, the power of her lineage still very apparent even almost a thousand years after the destruction of the greatest nation amongst man. However prestige cannot be measured in times of war and strife, or so the present warrior-elite of Oyama believe. The nation is presently governed by 20 Great Clans, Kaga of which is Chief amongst them, and holder of the Oyaman Shogunate. The 20 Great Clans organize and administrate the numerous Imperial Hordes, but most importantly, they direct defensive and offensive efforts. They organize raids, raids of which are done in absolute necessity, and plan future conquests of the Easterlings from within the Great House of Yamano, also known as the Imperial Palace.


The life of Oyama is a dangerous one, seemingly always walking side-by-side with annihilation and destruction. Only in recent times, the last few years in fact, has order been restored to the once great nation of Oyama. As Taiyo-no-Kami exclaimed, "We shall be great again", and so they have attempted to become. One thing that remained the same, however, is the laws and systems of the Empire of Oyama, and more importantly, the importance of the Shogunate.

The nation is governed by the Way of the Warrior, sometimes referred to as the Way of the Samurai, and the reason for such is simple. The way, or laws, of the warrior, have always applied for warriors since the rise of the first solar empire. But due to the Imperial Necessity which occupies Oyamas present state of social affairs, most people are considered warriors, with only those too young to fight, or those too old to properly wield their blade, remaining within the Ie, or house, of the Caravans (The Ie is the name of the structure on the back of each pack animal). All criminal acts are solved individually, but through regional courts. These courts can decide on any punishment, but they have to chose amongst one of the punishments available for each path. These punishments are decided upon by the Triumvirs. Most punishments are the same, no matter which path, but depend on severity.

Therefore, due to the divide, there are three laws which govern the nation and three warlords which govern the laws. The laws are often referred to as the Three Solar Paths, and their governing warlords are known as the Triumvirs of Yamano. The first solar path is the Path of Youth. These laws include sections such as "respect those whom are elder" and "learn, for the life of the desert is dangerous and full of evil". The Path of Youth focuses on diligence and respect, loyalty and dedication. To break these laws is an affront to the nation, although the punishment is far more lenient than any of the other paths, but can extend to upwards of death.

The Path of the Warrior, the Way of the Warrior, or the Way of the Samurai, is the path which governs over all whom have graduated from their youth, which means that the moment your might and mettle as a warrior is recognized, you will ascend to these rules and doctrines. The laws of the warrior are mostly moral, such as "they whom have no blade have done ye no wrong" as well as "fulfil your duty until death, only death may set you free from obligation".

The last path, the Path of the Old, is a path which applies for those who have grown too old, too weak, to wield their blade for the betterment of the nation. Instead, they are told to wield their wisdom for the betterment of the people. "wise are ye, so teach others wisdom", "discipline those whom know not wrong from right", and "obliged are ye whom know much, obliged to help those whom require aid" are all excerpts from a few of the tenants of the Path of the Old.





Oyama is a nation which is governed by the Solar Decree of the 86th Emperor of the Sun, it states: "When times are dark, fret not the winter sun. It may bring the snow, the death of nations, but when times are dark, rally to the strongest men amongst ye. They will be your guide". The Solar Decree is called "Imperial Necessity" and demands the adaptation of its people during times of crisis. This means that any abled body must learn the ways of the sword, every capable blacksmith must forge for the sake of the nation, every carpenter must act for the betterment of the people. The strong, in turn, are obliged to govern and rule the country before all else, forced to forsaken family and ambition. The strong amongst the Oyama are known as the Great Clans, of which there are twenty. These twenty clans trace their lineage through countless generations of warriors, even during their time in the Solar Empire, and have been relied upon to rule and govern Oyama, but most importantly, to rally them together.

Ever since the arrival of the Great Horde to the Draor Chor Reaches several hundred years in the past, the Great Clans had forsaken their sacred duties of protecting the Solar Empress, sometimes speaking of the Imperial Family since the cataclysm as a meager "branch family" of the pure solar lineage. In turn, due to conflicting with the ways of the warrior, the Imperial Horde excommunicated them into the furthest depths of the reaches. So it remained, more and more clans diverging from the Imperial Horde as time went on. In the end, during the reign of Taiyo's father as Shogun, only the Kaga clan remained.



Even though everyone is forced to become a warrior during times of necessity, the Empire of Oyama employs strict regulation of warfare and how it is performed. By the age of 12, the Art of War is a necessary educational instrument amongst the future generation of warriors, same applies for countless other literary works. By the age of 16, one is expected to have mastered one sword style of the several hundred different ones found within the Seven Star Sword Doctrines, and by the age of 18, one is forced to slay a beast of the desert to prove their worth. Soldiers amongst the Oyama are called Samurai, so effectively everyone is a Samurai. Loyalty and duty are cornerstones of that lifestyle, but their ability as warriors is fathomless. Once one has slayed a beast of the desert, one becomes a Samurai, and are typically gifted the Imperial Medallion, which is supposed to extend the Stellar protection of the Imperial Family unto its people. Samurai are warriors of many skills, and are typically capable of wielding not only multiple weapons effectively at the same time, but also overcoming overwhelming military odds.

Due to various reasons, mainly domestic security, the times where military actions have ranged beyond the protection of the caravans are few. Due to the nature of aging, the warriors of Oyama grow fewer, and thanks to maturity, the Samurai of Oyama grow even fewer in size. Most soldiers are employed in the defense of the caravans and trade routes because they're simply subpar in the Shogun's eyes, with only a retinue of 10 000 contributing to the entire offensive power of Oyama. Although these 10 000 warriors are beyond any other warriors of their supposed equal, for these warriors are the Shogun's own, and study his own warpath. Though they are called the Shogun's Own, they are not necessarily lead by the Silver Sun. Instead they are often lead by one of the Silver Triumvirs of Yamano; powerful Daimyo, otherwise known was warlords, who have devoted their life to Taiyo-no-Kami's philosophy of war.



+ "War is like the equilibrium between sun and moon; harmonious. Without darkness life would have overgrown, and without light life would have never existed. War is necessary for the bud of life to grow beautiful, but balance between loss and gain is vital." - The Shogun's Own, a warband of ten thousand of the mightiest warriors of Oyama, adhere to Taiyo-no-Kami's teachings. As mentioned above, the warpath of Taiyo is a meticulous one, and is decided less by ambition and prize, but more on the ability and power of his people. He is aware of their skills and their ability, and therefore he is aware of the enemy that he is able to defeat, no war is won through ambition, and therefore the Shogun's Own horde fights only when it wants. Through cavalry they are maneuverable; like the wind, they are everywhere yet nowhere. They strike with precision and overwhelming power, they hit the enemy with the impact of a falling star, yet as quickly they disappear into the distance. The condition and severity of Oyama demand the survival of its warriors, and as such the Samurai use decisive and precise strikes to win wars with haste and precision.

+ "The Way of the Samurai is a demanding one, with few capable of bearing the burden of a great warrior. I know first hand the weight of the Sun in the desert, the overpowering burden of carrying it onto new dawn. We are few, therefore we must wage war with our minds, not our brawn; like the cobra we must seem powerful even in defeat. Like the viper we must strike rapid and swiftly. And lastly, like the Python, we must crush our enemies and starve their resistance. We are few, but our power is amplified a thousand fold." - Proper Samurai in the nation of Oyama are of few number and high demand. Their abilities must extend past four sword styles, and they must be able to use any weapon. Their training is constant, and no warrior is ever at their peak, with their skill in a constant state of improvement. Only age may set the warrior's soul free from their shackles of duty, but seldom does age show on these great warriors of the Dune Sea. The Samurai must therefore be strong, to overpower the numerical advantage of the seemingly overpowering obstacle of the Eastern strongholds of both the Republic and the Empire. Each soldier must be capable enough to accurately slice water as it falls from the heavens, and each warrior must be capable of overcoming overwhelming odds. Most importantly, each warrior must fight until death, for only in death does duty end.

+ "Do not underestimate the power of mobility. Even the wind may seem trivial, but it spreads disease and death without equal. We must be like the wind, we must spread the disease of which the Easterlings cannot conquer, a threat that they cannot quell. We must conquer and establish, uproot and plant a new seed of civilization. To do this, to revive the root of the Solar Empire, we must be swift and decisive. A good horse is worth a hundred men, and a good Samurai on a good horse is worth an army." - The power of cavalry cannot be overstated, but its superiority is not guaranteed. Spears can destroy any cavalry charge, and hail of arrows can destroy any immobile force. Therefore one must know the battlefield, and that is what the Shogun's Own have learned to do. The hierarchy and the system of the Shogun's Own is strict, but its stratagems are in constant motion. Horses and Samurai are often used to great effect through the medium of horse archery. Though the beauty of the Samurai is not in their singular doctrines, but in their liquified behaviour. One could compare the Shogun's Own, and the military doctrines of the Shogun himself, to be like the seasons; all of them beautiful, but all of them specialized. One must know what to do during the seasons, and therefore the Shogun's Own must know what to do when their tactics do not succeed. The constant, ceaseless motion of the Samurai's tactics and military thinking allows them great versatility on the battlefield, but it requires great leaders. The generals of the Shogun's Own are therefore nigh-irreplacable.

+ "The power of the bow is forgotten in this age of might and magic. A proper bow, crafted by the best carpenters of Yamano, can be worth more than any mage when put in the right hands. But a Samurai should not be led into a tunnel, their minds must be open. War is order and chaos, we must be the balance; to create order when there is chaos, and to become chaos when there is order. Therefore we must adapt, and therefore no Samurai should favour no single weapon, be it sword or bow; spear or javelin." - Force amplification is a specialty of which the Samurai have learned to master in their times of desperation in the desert, and that concept has been expanded upon further by the Shogun's own teachings on the matter. A proper Samurai does not wield a single weapon, but several, each for their own aspect of the battle. One must be able to adapt to the constant flow of the battle, and a Samurai is someone who is not only capable of adapting, but of overcoming seemingly unbeatable obstacles.

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|Geographical Location of CLIQUE:| The county of Zhaochen lies within Zhendao region, encompassing a territory tretched over three major cities and several villages, and minor outposts.
|Cities:| Zhaolao, Xi'yan, and Caoroi lie within Zhaochen borders. Several villages, and minor cities, dot the landscape, but these three cities are the only influence on which the Count of Zhaochen may barter influence in the faction (outside of performance).

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The title of the county of Zhaochen was initially granted upon the first wielder as a titular honour, lacking material weight. It was a title forced upon political prisoners of high esteem to at least try and appease foreign enemies of peaceful negotiations. When Zengrav underwent the first reorganization, upon the creation of the region of Zhendao, the county of Zhaochen was organized under it in a material manner for the first time in history.

Now, hundreds of years later, the aristocratic dynasty of Ye has managed to lie claim to the territory for several centuries of history. During the rise of the Ye Dynasty, it held dominion over much of the Zhendao region, and even some territory in regional neighbourhoods. But the dynasty suffered when its paternal head died suddenly in the middle of an inheritance scandal, leaving the original family with little left but their ancestral claim on the Zhaochen area.

Whilst individually more powerful than its neighbours in the sense that it holds claim over three sizable cities, the family of Ye has suffered great shame at the head of families now lost to time.

Trying to make their own history in the light of this new era, the Ye family allied itself to the Royalists out of little reason but to maintain their societal status and political importance in the face of newer, more foreign governments. To ensure safety, they hired not only foreign advisors, but also mercenaries to maintain their borders. Best of which, Jacob Hecke, who has now become the pillar on which the faction stands.

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Most of Zhaochen's power comes from their economy, one of which is relatively stronger when compared to its neighbours. But under Jacob Hecke's influence, several revolutionary methods of maintaining military and formation cohesion have been made to ensure Zhaochen's economy may remain a source of future political influence. Through use of mass-levies, eco-militaristic policies, and military culture, the armies of Zhaochen are comparatively adept at their task.

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Here came the fools of yore, and so too shall future's fools come before us. Behold now, as the earth rips apart, and as the skies come crashing down. Bear now, the fate of fools, for nations come rushing on, and so too shall they succumb.

The battle had raged on for four weeks, neither side seeing much gain in their attempts to wrestle victory from the hands of the other. However, it was first with the arrival of Jacob Hecke, advisor-general from Zhaochen further beyond the horizon northwards. In his entourage he had brought reinforcements, but he was not the only one. The enemy, the reds, had brought along fodder of their own, but this time Jacob would spend no time prodding the enemy's weaknesses with expendables.

In his shadow he had brought along the best. His own men and women, soldiers of which he could rely on to carry the day and bring the flag of Zhaochen on the opposing side.

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With a quick limp, and a sudden twitch of his left arm, Jacob brought himself stumbling down the steep rockface. He endured the pain, he was used to it to some degree, to ensure he would get the best view of his soldiers crushing the spineless reds and bringing their advances to a halt.He had already issued the plans, and made the arrangements. All that was left now, was to observe as his soldiers came back home victorious.

He seated himself along a suitably shaped rock, falling down on it with a thud, groaning slightly as he could feel the friction echoing his entire body. At his flank was his communications operative, a Minga woman with an 'uppity' perplexion to the frontlines.

He shouted out, in his broken and frankly miserable interpretation of the Zengravi language. The woman jolted at his speech, gleering at him in a somewhat insulted manner, before being caught off-guard by the sudden roaring of the volunteer guard's machine guns blaring off at the enemy trenches. "Come over here," Jacob said, waving over to his side, "I could use some company."

"I'd rather stay here!" She shouted at him, adamant on their distance. It would seem even the Zengravi royalist xenophobia wasn't exclusive to the regal-class. Everywhere he went, he was shunned, if not for his cane, then for his accent, or his demeanour. It was tiring, so he retorted, "I'm not particularly dangerous... C'mere, it's safe."

The woman was unsure of how to respond, the man in to his side was behaving in a rather unusual manner, especially for someone sitting at the edge of the battlefield, surrounded by friend and foe alike. Her uncertainty was apparent, so Jacob raised his voice again. "Don't worry, the Black have this entire mountain secured. Can't be more than fifty meters between us an the closest lookout." She moved closer, taking a homely seat at a rock adjacent to Jacobs.

The two of them looked across the battlefield. It was a mess, ramshackled trenches, improvised firing lines, and disorderly formations and hierarchy. The weeks of fighting had made its presence known, with hundreds of craters, mud, and corpses littering the battlefields two fronts. There was an anomaly, however. A formation of soldiers rushing towards the red lines from black trenches. They avoided every obstacle, even rushed straight through some, and came crashing down on their opponents who had been rushing a frantic defensive effort to hold them off.

To the Reds' dismay, the enemies they had opposed were those of the volunteer guard. Armed enough to ram straight through most gunfire without much worry, the hammer had met its anvil, and the Red trenches had been pierced.

Distant gunfire and audible screaming had made that fact known, not only to Jacob and his communications officer, but also to the enemy and the allied fronts. At the back of the Volunteer charge, the rest of the royalist forces came rushing, charging at the opposing trenches with reinvigoured perseverence. Their screams inspired those next to them, and soon, the entire army was charging at their enemies. Where those who faced troubles failed, their neighbours charged in, and thus they fed the failed charge with their own success, breeding further progress.

Before the day was done, the operation, operation thunderstrike, had become a massive success, gaining large swathes of territory in the region, and proving a good method for the accumulation of prisoners and other fugitives. The conflict was over before the sun had reached midday, taking a total of four hours to reach its completion.

Whilst the efforts of Jacob Hecke had been recognized in the personal construction of the stratagem in question, most of his glory was stolen from him by Minga officials and generals.

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"You are an idiot!"

"You'd have thought I'd have taught you at least something in my endless hours spent teaching you everything from ethics to local politics and social hierarchy!

"These are things that you should know, not me! Why can't you just accept the things that I endlessly keep beating into your head without any sense of understanding..."

The Count sat quiet before his assemblage of government officials and generals. The foreigner kept on the barrage, his ceaseless insults cutting deep wounds in the mind of the Count of Zhaochen. However, suddenly, the psychological assault stopped just as the throne room gates burst open with a loud bang.

The man before him, who had shouted his lungs into disrepair, was Jacob Hecke. However, the newly arrived had not been such a familiar sight. In fact, it was someone new entirely.

The man quickly halted, raising his head to his majesty, the Count.

"Your Grace, under authority of the Heavenly Emperor, your fiefs Quayan and Quayao will be confiscated as reparation for your acts during the Southern Conflict against the forces of the Blue-Shirt movement. The Heavenly Emperor hopes you will accept this humble punishment and better your efforts in upcoming campaigns!"

The man put a truly massive scroll, in accordance with traditional legal and judicial customs on this national scale, and turned around, before equally suddenly walking out with rapid, frisk steps.

Jacob and everyone else in the assembly were stunned.

Before long, screams and accusations were thrown from every which way at the foreigner who had come promising success and progress for the Ye family.

Jacob was distraught, he had thought he had left the Southern Front a victor, having vanquished not only the reds, but also the blues, during his latest expedition.

What was beyond his sight, however, was that with the vacation of his forces from the black-blue frontline, a vacuum too big to fill had been created, and the blues took advantage of it to the best of their ability.

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- Count Yan Ye of Zhaochen.
- Baron Xi Ye of Zhaolao.
- Baron Ye Ye of Xi'yan.
- Baron Cao Ye of Caoroi.

(more to come)

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Basic terminologies within the NRP-sphere. Despite common perception, the NRP-sphere isn't ladened with difficult-to-understand terms and phrases. Instead, it often delves deeper into the more esoteric and histrionic, the scientific and historic. Most NRPers are basically just huge nerds.

1. NRP: Nation roleplay, the very basic of the basics. It is really quite simple, much like other RPs go by the term/categorization of "RP(s)," nation roleplaying is in and of itself a more 'advanced/complicated' form of roleplaying, and is often therefore called "NRP(s)." There isn't much to more to say for this one.

2. POV: A common thing that drives many writers away from NRP, and one thing that makes NRPing itself a bit of a niche genre, is a lack of how one actually RPs an NRP setting (at least according to my observations). POVs (point(s) of view) are one such thing that confuses people. The most common way to roleplay in an NRP setting is to provide a view into the lives of the people in their respective nation, most commonly done through soldiers on the frontlines, or high-ranking officials within government. But in reality, to best NRP and get the feel of your nation across, you can just use the POVs of anyone really. Be it a business clerk who's enterprise (she's a small-timer, so she is the clerk of her own business) has been surging because of that one new trade deal established with those infamous slavers (bit of a grey area, really. But she (the business clerk/owner) seems to like it). Or maybe a veteran benefiting from the newly implemented veteran care act funded, in part, by allied nations after the GREAT WAR. What makes NRPs a bit special, is that every post tends to have the perspectives of many. Since Roleplaying in and of itself on the internet has a bit of an unexplainable tendency towards third-person narrative storytelling, writing POVs isn't really that different from the norm.

3. NS: Nationsheet, the NRP-scenes version of a CS, or a charactersheet. THe NS is the collection of all manners of information pertaining to your nation (culture, economics, governance, and military). The four most important factors of an NS is usually universal, with culture, economics, governance, and military, playing important roles in the description of your nation in any NRP you partake in. In roleplays where magic is prevalent, or a fantasy setting, religion may also play a cornerstone role in your sheet. I have numerous opinions and advice on these matters later on in the guide. The most important thing to note is that an NS and a CS are not mutually exclusive, and some NRPs might require you to provide written descriptions (mini-CS') for key characters and influences in your nation. This section may go by numerous names, but has an inexplicable tradition of following latin phrases such as "Dramatis Personae" and derivatives thereof.

4. Not!(nation): In some circles, one of which I am part of, in order to describe your idea for your nation, you link it to pre-existing aspects of your own history or popular culture. Hence, Not!Germany means your nation takes major inspiration from german history and culture. The Not![...]'s purpose in the term is to exemplify the fact that it is not a rip-off, but your own personal creation, with inspirations taken from that particular nation. One given nation of your own creation may take influence from a number of other nations, and as such, one nation may follow numerous Not![...] classifications (ex. "My nation basically surmises to Not!Germany with a bit of Not!Eastern Roman Empire interspersed").

5-second narrative, so don't blame me for these examples being trash.

Universal Setting -
The great war has finally taken its steps towards the end, with countries and empires of the world finally buckling towards the key of peace. 12 years have passed since the Uthron Empire first layed siege to the frontier-cities of the Republic of Uthrecht with the entire world baring their eyes upon the debaucle. One after the other, militaries and ambassadors forged schemes and plans, laid perfect strategies and maneuvers, against one another. But finally, after 12 years of naught but brutish bloodshed, the war has taken a stance towards peace and the fallen sons of their fallen fathers are finally laid to rest. Abalast, the first city to fall into ruination, will now host the peace ceremony, and the world will finally rest easy. With the belligerents of the great war attending and speaking of peaceful times and sunny shores, finally it is time to rejoice!

5-second narrative, so don't blame me for these examples being trash.

Fantasy -
The black banner rises high above the umbral clouds, kings and emperors alike quaking at the sight of the black fleets slowly drifting ashore. The army of the dead had come, the reaper himself had made it clear to the world when he spoke to us all on those days where storms and thunders raged across the abyssal-painted heavens some years ago. It would seem that the Reaper-God's hosts had finally come, and now, what is to be made of this appearance?

Science-fiction (ripping @Ozerath's The Last Laugh(tm) story because I am lazy)-
The Ashtar have ruled the galaxy for next to a century now, but suddenly, as abruptly as they had come, they vanished from the galaxy. From whence had they come? From whence had they gone? Only they left behind was an ominous reminder and highly defended ruins. With the world vying for power with the abolition of the Ashtar's mandate of heaven, the great war raged across the galaxy, with every power from galactic north-to-south stepping in for a chance to peer at the ivory halls of the Ashtar's treasure-tombs. The great war may have ended now, some-30 years since its beginning, but peace remains fragile. With only mutual exhaustion ensuring intragalactic peace, how will the scales turn now?

NRPing, because it is a collaborative community, looks down on isolated creations. Lets say your nation is so impossibly alien to the world and setting itself, how on earth did that even happen? How will you portray that properly in the story, and make it interesting for everyone involved? It isn't impossible to do it right, but it isn't really something I would propose you do starting off. The main reason why I advocate collaborative writing is three-fold, in all directions: 1, because I like writing collaboratively. 2, because you will benefit from writing collaboratively with people who already have experienced the NRP community-culture. 3, because experience increases proportionally to exposure.

The NRP community likes to complicate things (in their writing) and making things seem grander than they really are (overcomplicate the overall appearance of what NRPing is), often times for the better (though in regards to the second parentheses, for the worse (in my opinion)). In this instance, thinking too much about it will make joining NRPs even more difficult for anyone with an interesting in this genre of roleplaying. Jump into the sea of NRPs and find as many buoys as possible whilst doing so (ask people for help if you are confused about anything).

I make it seem like the NRP community is elitist and "foreigner-hostile," but as I previously stated above, the NRP community is one of the most helpful and patient out there, they only really have short fuses when it comes to people ignoring the rules or bending them. "Oh, you need help and tips on inspirations for your nation? Sure, have some. But. Step on my toes and you will be tortured for life." Basically.

Just be a good dude(ette) and you will be fine.

One of the most important things when making a nation, but really just when roleplaying (both in and outside of NRPs) in general is to refrain from absolutes. Such as absolute good, wanting to hug even the most fiendish devil with a reassuring embrace, and wanting to mindlessly slaughter every leaving entity within a 100km radius, are definitive taboos.

When making your nation, think about the greys. Just general think about your nation's place in the world, and how it can accompany that which already exists. How it fits into the puzzle. If you put thought into your creation you will be properly satisfied with praise and good will from the NRP-sphere.

If you want to create the zerg-swarm, just gushing on intestines and biomatter (fancy way of saying flesh, they are feasting on flesh), you will be pretty quickly disliked. If you want to have an antagonistic presence within the roleplay, establish that within the IC itself, not before it. If you say that your leader is the world's demonic overlord, then it will force the hands of the entire roleplay. But if you find a way to develope your nation towards that direction, inevitably to become it, there will be far less of an issue.

As a general point of reference, some things are initially unacceptable. But with development and story progression, the "sometimes impossible" becomes "usually possible."

This is a shit NS template, I recommend you don't use it outside of this example.

- Flag -
Name:
Summary:
Government:
Culture:
Race:
Native description:
Religion:
History:
Military:
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The Empire of Oyama, often referred to as Oyama, is not a holding but a nation. It holds great culture of foreign, dead concepts and virtues. But even as it is a nation, it is no ordinary nation. What holds it together in these changing times is not borders but the rigorous, undying efforts of great men and women; of great warriors. To some this may seem odd, that a nation has to work ceaselessly to even exist, but when your nation is forced into nomadic life during the time of a great apocalypse, few saw any other alternative. Now they have lived nomadically, divided, and weak for many centuries. Their weakness was not in their power, or their warriors, but their division. Even a great sword can be destroyed with a single touch, provided it is sufficiently cracked; Oyama was cracked to the brink after they fled from the Solar Empire which once occupied much of the west, but they are now whole again. The reunification of the Oyaman people under the Sun has just occured, and the Western Sun shines bright. Oyama will manifest its destiny; the golden sun promised them the world, so they shall have it now.





Oyama is a nation of foreign, alien culture, when looked upon from by the Easterlings. First and foremost a warrior's culture, but great civility and education dominates what should logically be a lawless wasteland. The great clans of Oyama have all very different cultural ancestry and lineage, but the permeating thought is the survival of tradition. Art and poetry, wisdom and wit, all prized aspects of their culture, the people of Oyama entertain themselves not in blood games or in horrific brawls, neither do they spend their money whimsically on gambling or tavern life, instead they play games of wit and smarts, duels where clashing of swords is substituted by the clashing of ideas. With the death of the fabled Solar Empire during the War in Heaven, Oyama, a crown province of the Empire, was forced to exodus. Over the journey to new homes, countless millions died, and many took their lives in spite of promised future. Strenght is priced beyond simply convenience; it is a necessity. The life of a warrior of the sand does not suit this noble warrior's people, but it is a life of which they were forced to adopt. Too weak to invade the east, and impossible to live in the west, they settled the Draor Chor Reaches and have adopted an odd lifestyle of living in mobile palaces and cities built on the back of domesticated wild life. These mobile structures can range in size and scale, with the biggest being the Imperial "City" of Yamano, which is built on the back of a rare breed of Oro, which can most simplest be described as a gigantic form of pack animal. The people of Oyama are indeed a strange ensamble, spiritual yet skeptical, warriors of mind and body yet without the desire to wield their blade at every possible convenience.

Still, if one were to simplify Oyaman culture into a sentence, I suppose it would be this: Oyama is an alien people of warriors; warriors of necessity. What I mean is that Oyama is a warrior's nation, where the power of each soldier is amplified by the desire, duty, and honour of their past. But these warriors are not exclusively soldiers, they are warriors of mind and of body, personifications of necessity. The people of Oyama are wise, so they sharpen their swords, but they'd rather be blissful, so they could sharpen their minds. There are still few within Oyama whom hold their ancient warrior traditions alive, and they became the Great Clans. Chief amongst them are the Kaga, whom hold the Shogunate.





The Empire of Oyama is a nomadic nation which inhabits the vast reaches of Draor Chor, but it's origin reaches into the Shattered Western lands. The people of Oyama were once part of a great nation known as the Great Solar Empire, a nation which was founded and ultimately destroyed in the west. It was a nation in which the Emperor of the Sun had not only the Sun's blessing, but also the power to manifest his desires upon the world. Its armies were vast and its influence was massive, but its people were benevolent and wise, but not ignorant enough to discard the blade. It held onto its rigid existence in the world through authority and respect amongst its equal neighbours, and made itself known throughout the world through innovation and enlightened ideas.

Its culture was one of great quality. So great a culture was that of the nation under the golden sun, that it was not afraid of foreign influence, but welcomed it greatly. The Solar Emperors were wise men of both old and young age, and did not discriminate. Its warriors were noble and just, and did not thrust the sword upon those whom had deserved no greater harm than defeat. Prisoners were therefore kindly treated, and innocents were spared. Refugees flooded to the nation, but it welcomed their integration, and allowed them equal opportunity and freedom within its illustrious and expansive borders.

One of these refugees would become the first of the Oyama, and the Oyama would then come to ascend into the very core of the Solar Empire. Upon the death of the first Solar Dynasty, the nation was thrown into chaos. It's once gold-paved streets reduced to broken cobble. After a hundred years of ceaseless war, and the cowardly influence of alien powers, the Solar Empire was later unified when the King of Oyama, Yamato, rose into the heavens, and recieved the blessing of the Sun. The Golden Sun had told him, "Ye are my sons and daughters, ye people of Oyama. Ye deserve the world, so I shall give it unto ye". The people of Oyama then manifested their destiny and ascended from nothing into everything, unifying all the shattered nations under the Sun into one Great Solar Empire. From then on, the power of Oyama could not be questioned, and the newly reformed and reunified Solar Empire could not be conquered, nor could it be defeated.

Thousands of years of peace was however raptured when cataclysm laid waste to the world, and the west was forever destroyed henceforth onwards. The people of Oyama were able to escape, escape in all the frivolity expected from former Emperors and royals now turned into refugees. The golden lifeline survives still, however. The lineage of Yamato lives on in the present Solar Empress, whom is seen as the icon of her people, the power of her lineage still very apparent even almost a thousand years after the destruction of the greatest nation amongst man. However prestige cannot be measured in times of war and strife, or so the present warrior-elite of Oyama believe. The nation is presently governed by 20 Great Clans, Kaga of which is Chief amongst them, and holder of the Oyaman Shogunate. The 20 Great Clans organize and administrate the numerous Imperial Hordes, but most importantly, they direct defensive and offensive efforts. They organize raids, raids of which are done in absolute necessity, and plan future conquests of the Easterlings from within the Great House of Yamano, also known as the Imperial Palace.


The life of Oyama is a dangerous one, seemingly always walking side-by-side with annihilation and destruction. Only in recent times, the last few years in fact, has order been restored to the once great nation of Oyama. As Taiyo-no-Kami exclaimed, "We shall be great again", and so they have attempted to become. One thing that remained the same, however, is the laws and systems of the Empire of Oyama, and more importantly, the importance of the Shogunate.

The nation is governed by the Way of the Warrior, sometimes referred to as the Way of the Samurai, and the reason for such is simple. The way, or laws, of the warrior, have always applied for warriors since the rise of the first solar empire. But due to the Imperial Necessity which occupies Oyamas present state of social affairs, most people are considered warriors, with only those too young to fight, or those too old to properly wield their blade, remaining within the Ie, or house, of the Caravans (The Ie is the name of the structure on the back of each pack animal). All criminal acts are solved individually, but through regional courts. These courts can decide on any punishment, but they have to chose amongst one of the punishments available for each path. These punishments are decided upon by the Triumvirs. Most punishments are the same, no matter which path, but depend on severity.

Therefore, due to the divide, there are three laws which govern the nation and three warlords which govern the laws. The laws are often referred to as the Three Solar Paths, and their governing warlords are known as the Triumvirs of Yamano. The first solar path is the Path of Youth. These laws include sections such as "respect those whom are elder" and "learn, for the life of the desert is dangerous and full of evil". The Path of Youth focuses on diligence and respect, loyalty and dedication. To break these laws is an affront to the nation, although the punishment is far more lenient than any of the other paths, but can extend to upwards of death.

The Path of the Warrior, the Way of the Warrior, or the Way of the Samurai, is the path which governs over all whom have graduated from their youth, which means that the moment your might and mettle as a warrior is recognized, you will ascend to these rules and doctrines. The laws of the warrior are mostly moral, such as "they whom have no blade have done ye no wrong" as well as "fulfil your duty until death, only death may set you free from obligation".

The last path, the Path of the Old, is a path which applies for those who have grown too old, too weak, to wield their blade for the betterment of the nation. Instead, they are told to wield their wisdom for the betterment of the people. "wise are ye, so teach others wisdom", "discipline those whom know not wrong from right", and "obliged are ye whom know much, obliged to help those whom require aid" are all excerpts from a few of the tenants of the Path of the Old.





Oyama is a nation which is governed by the Solar Decree of the 86th Emperor of the Sun, it states: "When times are dark, fret not the winter sun. It may bring the snow, the death of nations, but when times are dark, rally to the strongest men amongst ye. They will be your guide". The Solar Decree is called "Imperial Necessity" and demands the adaptation of its people during times of crisis. This means that any abled body must learn the ways of the sword, every capable blacksmith must forge for the sake of the nation, every carpenter must act for the betterment of the people. The strong, in turn, are obliged to govern and rule the country before all else, forced to forsaken family and ambition. The strong amongst the Oyama are known as the Great Clans, of which there are twenty. These twenty clans trace their lineage through countless generations of warriors, even during their time in the Solar Empire, and have been relied upon to rule and govern Oyama, but most importantly, to rally them together.

Ever since the arrival of the Great Horde to the Draor Chor Reaches several hundred years in the past, the Great Clans had forsaken their sacred duties of protecting the Solar Empress, sometimes speaking of the Imperial Family since the cataclysm as a meager "branch family" of the pure solar lineage. In turn, due to conflicting with the ways of the warrior, the Imperial Horde excommunicated them into the furthest depths of the reaches. So it remained, more and more clans diverging from the Imperial Horde as time went on. In the end, during the reign of Taiyo's father as Shogun, only the Kaga clan remained.



Even though everyone is forced to become a warrior during times of necessity, the Empire of Oyama employs strict regulation of warfare and how it is performed. By the age of 12, the Art of War is a necessary educational instrument amongst the future generation of warriors, same applies for countless other literary works. By the age of 16, one is expected to have mastered one sword style of the several hundred different ones found within the Seven Star Sword Doctrines, and by the age of 18, one is forced to slay a beast of the desert to prove their worth. Soldiers amongst the Oyama are called Samurai, so effectively everyone is a Samurai. Loyalty and duty are cornerstones of that lifestyle, but their ability as warriors is fathomless. Once one has slayed a beast of the desert, one becomes a Samurai, and are typically gifted the Imperial Medallion, which is supposed to extend the Stellar protection of the Imperial Family unto its people. Samurai are warriors of many skills, and are typically capable of wielding not only multiple weapons effectively at the same time, but also overcoming overwhelming military odds.

Due to various reasons, mainly domestic security, the times where military actions have ranged beyond the protection of the caravans are few. Due to the nature of aging, the warriors of Oyama grow fewer, and thanks to maturity, the Samurai of Oyama grow even fewer in size. Most soldiers are employed in the defense of the caravans and trade routes because they're simply subpar in the Shogun's eyes, with only a retinue of 10 000 contributing to the entire offensive power of Oyama. Although these 10 000 warriors are beyond any other warriors of their supposed equal, for these warriors are the Shogun's own, and study his own warpath. Though they are called the Shogun's Own, they are not necessarily lead by the Silver Sun. Instead they are often lead by one of the Silver Triumvirs of Yamano; powerful Daimyo, otherwise known was warlords, who have devoted their life to Taiyo-no-Kami's philosophy of war.



+ "War is like the equilibrium between sun and moon; harmonious. Without darkness life would have overgrown, and without light life would have never existed. War is necessary for the bud of life to grow beautiful, but balance between loss and gain is vital." - The Shogun's Own, a warband of ten thousand of the mightiest warriors of Oyama, adhere to Taiyo-no-Kami's teachings. As mentioned above, the warpath of Taiyo is a meticulous one, and is decided less by ambition and prize, but more on the ability and power of his people. He is aware of their skills and their ability, and therefore he is aware of the enemy that he is able to defeat, no war is won through ambition, and therefore the Shogun's Own horde fights only when it wants. Through cavalry they are maneuverable; like the wind, they are everywhere yet nowhere. They strike with precision and overwhelming power, they hit the enemy with the impact of a falling star, yet as quickly they disappear into the distance. The condition and severity of Oyama demand the survival of its warriors, and as such the Samurai use decisive and precise strikes to win wars with haste and precision.

+ "The Way of the Samurai is a demanding one, with few capable of bearing the burden of a great warrior. I know first hand the weight of the Sun in the desert, the overpowering burden of carrying it onto new dawn. We are few, therefore we must wage war with our minds, not our brawn; like the cobra we must seem powerful even in defeat. Like the viper we must strike rapid and swiftly. And lastly, like the Python, we must crush our enemies and starve their resistance. We are few, but our power is amplified a thousand fold." - Proper Samurai in the nation of Oyama are of few number and high demand. Their abilities must extend past four sword styles, and they must be able to use any weapon. Their training is constant, and no warrior is ever at their peak, with their skill in a constant state of improvement. Only age may set the warrior's soul free from their shackles of duty, but seldom does age show on these great warriors of the Dune Sea. The Samurai must therefore be strong, to overpower the numerical advantage of the seemingly overpowering obstacle of the Eastern strongholds of both the Republic and the Empire. Each soldier must be capable enough to accurately slice water as it falls from the heavens, and each warrior must be capable of overcoming overwhelming odds. Most importantly, each warrior must fight until death, for only in death does duty end.

+ "Do not underestimate the power of mobility. Even the wind may seem trivial, but it spreads disease and death without equal. We must be like the wind, we must spread the disease of which the Easterlings cannot conquer, a threat that they cannot quell. We must conquer and establish, uproot and plant a new seed of civilization. To do this, to revive the root of the Solar Empire, we must be swift and decisive. A good horse is worth a hundred men, and a good Samurai on a good horse is worth an army." - The power of cavalry cannot be overstated, but its superiority is not guaranteed. Spears can destroy any cavalry charge, and hail of arrows can destroy any immobile force. Therefore one must know the battlefield, and that is what the Shogun's Own have learned to do. The hierarchy and the system of the Shogun's Own is strict, but its stratagems are in constant motion. Horses and Samurai are often used to great effect through the medium of horse archery. Though the beauty of the Samurai is not in their singular doctrines, but in their liquified behaviour. One could compare the Shogun's Own, and the military doctrines of the Shogun himself, to be like the seasons; all of them beautiful, but all of them specialized. One must know what to do during the seasons, and therefore the Shogun's Own must know what to do when their tactics do not succeed. The constant, ceaseless motion of the Samurai's tactics and military thinking allows them great versatility on the battlefield, but it requires great leaders. The generals of the Shogun's Own are therefore nigh-irreplacable.

+ "The power of the bow is forgotten in this age of might and magic. A proper bow, crafted by the best carpenters of Yamano, can be worth more than any mage when put in the right hands. But a Samurai should not be led into a tunnel, their minds must be open. War is order and chaos, we must be the balance; to create order when there is chaos, and to become chaos when there is order. Therefore we must adapt, and therefore no Samurai should favour no single weapon, be it sword or bow; spear or javelin." - Force amplification is a specialty of which the Samurai have learned to master in their times of desperation in the desert, and that concept has been expanded upon further by the Shogun's own teachings on the matter. A proper Samurai does not wield a single weapon, but several, each for their own aspect of the battle. One must be able to adapt to the constant flow of the battle, and a Samurai is someone who is not only capable of adapting, but of overcoming seemingly unbeatable obstacles.

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-Population: Circa 100 million~ inhabitants across all the regions of Archonnen.

-Faction: Justinian.

-Capital: Capitolopolis of Exalossa.

-Government Type: Exaltarchy/Exalted Bureacracy.

-Government Description: An Exaltarchy is a government which has been directly crafted by the Justinian themselves where one of the Apostles were elected its Exaltarch and instantly granted Divine Mandate. The nation is then inherited by the closest bloodline related hero or champion of the Justinian. Beyond the Exaltarch and their exalted family, the remainder of the nation is administered and operated through imperial bureacracy where various titles, such as that of the magnate and the archmagnate, are granted to deserving individuals. The roles of the magnate and the archmagnate are to administer some of the many noble holdings in the case of the magnate, or the administration of the various magnacies in the case of the archmagnate. All titles within the nation are effectively viceroyalties as such, allowing the Exaltarch the ability to remove any such titles from individuals, including noble roles, should the individual in question be unworthy of the title.



-Head of State: Exaltarch Armarossa Gloria the Splendid.

-Currency: The Exaltarchy employs Sacrosanctian currency, often referred to as "Sacros" by the common populace. It is referred to as Aequint Coins by the educated, due to their relation to the ancient Megasovereignty of the Aemos Imperios, which is of big influence in core Justinian lands.

-Languages: Majority Aemerine speaking nation, with a tolerance for Sancthiyin Elvish within its elven majority communities. Due to the massive convergence of languages, the nation has decided to enforce the Aemerine language due to ease of communication.





Firstborn amongst the Justinian crusader states, founded personally by the Justinian and its apostles, the Exaltarchy of Archonnen serves a form of role within the Justinian society which could easily be explained as a direct extension of Sacrosanctia into the nations of mortals. A unified, loyal Justinian nation, the Exaltarchy appears indomitable, monolithic, however waits patiently for its time amidsts the spotlights of the new world’s wars. One could surmise that the nation is more akin to a sleeping giant, as opposed to an active crusader state, its support of other fellow Justinian nations is mostly kept to supplies and equipment, of which there are many of fine quality.

• The Superstate - Justinianism is highly utilitarian, but above all, it is authoritarian to no end. As such, the Exalted State of Archonnen, headed by the Glorious Exaltarch Armarossa the Splendid, has seemingly endless reach into the affairs of common individuals. The Exalted State, represented by the Solar Eye, is an incredibly vast bureacratic institution that reaches as far as local trade and construction, with seemingly no end to its reach within the Exaltarchy. It is a highly paranoid existence, keeping tight wraps on secrets and does not enjoy unexpected occurences.

• Catalyst of Mortal Gods - Armarossa the Splendid, Exaltarch of the mighty superstate of Archonnen, is a highly powerful lord whom walks the Materium. His administrative efforts, and his apparent exemplorary Justinian personality grants him great favour with the One True God, Justinian. In so becoming the avatar for the three greatest of Justinian's Aspects; Wolfraum Azvorn the Dragon Eater, Sovereign Ultimatum of the Aemos Imperios, Apexus the Transcendant, Mortal God amongst Man, and lastly, The First, Founder of the Justinian Ideal, and the Aspect of the Beginning.

• King of Kings - The Exaltarchy is home to a colossal amount of Justinian heroes and champions, and has a hold on immeasurable power. However, the nation itself is ruled by recognition and legend, but most importantly, Justinian virtues. The King of all Justinian Champions rules the Exaltarchy under Justinian’s direct influence, and is called the Exaltarch. The title of Exaltarch comes with many boons, such as that of Divine Mandate under Justinian, making his word and law, a direct extension of the Justinian. They also experience greater supernatural protection, beyond being simple heroes, the Exaltarch also has Divine Intervention, which allows Justinian to directly intervene in matters which involve the Exaltarch’s direct safety. The Exaltarchy is also a nation of countless heroic tales and stories, the Exaltarchy were the first to come into war during the initial Crusade of Justinian, and has since upheld the heroic lineage of their forefathers 300 years ago. The nation is ruled, therefore, by ancient heroic bloodlines, and seldom are there people of note whom do not bear the title of Champion of Justinian.

• The Justinian Giant - The Nation of Archonnen is objectively the largest nation in the Materium, and has the largest population in all the world. To accompany this, the nation itself is effectively centralized, with a highly capable industry, and its people are accepting of the Exalted State. The economy is thriving, and the nation has been in a golden age for 150 years. It is a very stable nation, a nation with complete faith in its Exaltarch.

• The Infinite Army - The Exaltarchy of Archonnen is an inexplicably vast nation, not only of size, but of population. Due to its economic and sociopolitical stability, the Exaltarch, the nation’s ruler, is able to summon forth a practically endless host of warriors. However, the Infinite Army is slow to mobilize, and requires immense preparation before the titan can lay waste to its enemies.

• You are my Fellow Man - Racism and cultural distance is naught in the nation of the Exaltarchy, for it is rich in understanding and benevolence. Instead, assimilation and understanding of other people under the Justinian banner is welcomed and their unique traits are highly desired. Ill thoughts are instead directed towards those whom do not share these traditional justinian ideals. It is also home to some of the most devout, traditionalist Justinians on the world-continent of the Materium, as such it is harsh to alien influence, but still follows the rules of justice and benevolence. Racism is a bygone topic amongst metropolitan Archonnen, instead harm comes to those whom lack the same religious beliefs as the majority.

• Epiphany of the Perfect World - Much like many other Justinian nations, the Exaltarchy of Archonnen wildly utilizes the practice of the Epiphany of the Perfect World to keep its subjects loyal, devout, and hopeful of a united, peaceful future where lands once divided are reunited, and the drums of war turn into the hymns of peace. Although the negative of this process leads to naturally occuring "Great People (super geniuses)" lacking the freedom to fully exercise the full potential of their abilities to acquire the best possible result. This means that most roles in the government, and the system in general, is filled by individuals who are largely limited in their freedom and movement. This means that instead of lateral thinking, reliability and loyalty is instead emphasized.

• World Cities - The nation of Archonnen is vast, but its population far more excessive. Its people are ambitious architects and constructors of marvels of which cannot be compared. It includes cities of which can be described as worlds in and of themselves.

• Armoury of the Gods - The capital city, Exalossa, is home to countless wonders worthy of world recognition, one of which is the Golden Armoury. The Golden Armoury consists of the collected wealth, legend, and recognition of endless heroes in the form of their armour, weapons, and trinkets. It is estimated that tens of thousands of legendary relics can be found within its walls, and some of the strongest weapons on the materium are kept within its inner sanctum, away from dangerous influences. The armoury’s contents are beyond invaluable.

• Proof of Loyalty - Due to the Exaltarchy's somewhat paranoid and control-freaky government, the inhabitants of Archonnen require proofs of citizenry. These proofs are not given handily to anyone, and can be removed at a moments notice by any state official. To gain a proof of citizenship, one must have resided within the Frontier-region of Pinnopol for an approximate 25 years, under strict surveilance. Once this has been completed, one may finally pass beyond the harbours of any city, or cross the menacing Millennium Walls that protect the Justinian Heartlands.

• Distant Allies - The Exaltarchy of Archonnen is a distant political entity to its Justinian allies, unwilling to send military aide in form of military personnel for undisclosed reasons. As such, it is a very enigmatic entity to other Justinian Sovereigns, gaining them great distaste from most Justinian Rulers. Although, in regards to Sacrosanctia, the Exaltarchy and the Theobureacracy of Sacrosanctia share great diplomatic relations, arguably the best in all of Justiniandom.

• Resolute Justinians - Traditionalist Justinians to the extreme, the Exaltarchy of Archonnen is highly unwilling to deal with foreign religions, and the followers that they enthrall. Whilst few exceptions have been made, the Exaltarchy works endlessly to instill disdain and intolerance of other religions, leading to even their Ambassadors to often adopt a "burn the alien" policy when dealing with other allied nations.

• Thrones of Gold - The Exaltarchy of Archonnen appears impossibly arrogant to its allies, often demanding much of them in return of very little. Whilst the Exaltarch's influence and directive is of undeniable religious importance, as he is effectively the Right Hand of the Justinian, he still seldom gives befitting boons in return of other Justinian nations' services. Therefore, dealing with Archonnen politically is a very arduous task indeed.

MEGALOPOLISES (Red)
- Grand Capitolopolis of Exalossa (Capital of the Exaltarchy of Archonnen).
- Regional Capitolopolis of Petrix (Capital of the Archmagnacy of Pinnopol).
- Regional Capitolopolis of Pridos (Capital of the Archmagnacy of Leopol).
- Regional Capitolopolis of Justipolix (Capital of the Archmagnacy of Apollis).
- Regional Capitolopolis of Molis (Capital of the Archmagnacy of Exalos).
- Regional Capitolopolis of Oriossa (Capital of the Archmagnacy of Sepola).
- Megalopolis of Kropolix (Capital of the Magnacy of Constantio, Apollis).
- Megalopolis of Leopolos (Capital of the Magnacy of Macedos, Leopol).
- Megalopolis of Amonos (Capital of the Magnacy of Amo, Apollis).



Points of Interest
- Grand Protectorate of Millennos, the Millennium Walls (Border between Pinnopol and Sepola).
- The Aemoros Border-Mountains (Entirety of Archonnen's norther border).
- The Aemoros Wildwoods (Accompanies the Aemoros Mountains).
- The Great-Mountains of Aporion (Central Archonnen).
- The Daggersand Dune Sea (Central Archonnen).
- The Empyrean Palace (Great Palace of the Exaltarch, Central Exalossa).
- The Immortal Memorium (Surrounds the entirety of Exalossa, millions of statues raised in remembrace of those who fell for the Reconvergence).
- The Monuments of Remembrance (Scattered around the many thousands of cities throughout Archonnen, often manifested as gigantic statues that symbolize sacrifice and resistance).
- The Great-Bridges of Petrix (Petrix; Harbour, commerce, and military districts).
- The Enigmatic Stone (The apex of the Empyrean Spire, Empyrean Palace, Central Exalossa).
- The Golden Armoury (Foot of the Empyrean Palace, Central Exalossa).






-Majority race: There is no direct majority, although humans number in a very sizable racial minority, coming in at a drastic 42% of the population. Humans often dominate the administrative sector, as well as the military, although Auxilliary units from other racial fields are utilized to great effect due to their special characteristics. Whilst they are indirectly forced into service, they are given great boons by the state upon their military resignation.

-Minority race(s): Archonnen is an almost incomprehensibly vast nation with a very sizable populace within its borders, as such almost all of the world's civilized species can be found within it in at least some form or other. A very important distinction to be made, however, is that whether they can be found within the Frontier-region of Pinnopol, or the Archonnen Heartlands are of different importance. Pinnopol serves as some sort of garbage dump for the nation's undesirables, although it does maintain a ready military presence with exemplary auxilliaries levied from these very undesirables.

-Race Description(s): Humans, elves, dwarves, kobolds, centaurs, giants, and so much more, all of it can be found within its expansive borders. If there's a civilized race in this story, chances are high it has found its way into Archonnen in one way or another.






-State Religion: Canonical Justinianism

-Patron Deity: The Justinian

-Religion Demographics: The Exaltarchy and Sacrosanctia collaborates on many-a religious operations, as such the demographics found within Archonnen are an overwhelming majority Justinians, with an unaccounted for, but incredibly small minority Red Pantheonists. These Red Pantheonists are actively genocided, and sacrificed for the greater purpose of the Recovergence of both the Materia and the Celestial Realm. Although, there're some extreme and less extreme cults and sects found within Archonnen, there is only one socially acceptable interpretation is that of the literal interpretation of what is written in the Canonica.

-Holy Relics in Possession: The lands of Archonnen are home to potentially the largest collection of Holy Relics in the world, almost all of which are collected within the Golden Armoury of Exalossa. Whilst entry into the Golden Armoury is almost completely restricted, only a select amount of individuals are granted passage from the Exaltarch himself into the massive vaults of the Golden Armoury, and even then there're some weapons and some areas of which are not granted passage to even the Exaltarch without the explicit say-so of the Justinian themselves.

These are those weapons, and they are ranked from strongest to weakest:



-Holy Sites under Control: There are no Holy Cities in Archonnen, but there are numerous important religious locations; such as Archonnen's Golden Armoury. Foremost amongst them is the entirety of the Empyrean Palace; the personal residence of the Exaltarch, his personal guard, the upper-echelon of the Exalted State, and their personal guard. Center piece in a great board which spans the entirety of Archonnen, the Empyrean Palace consists of a superstructure which towers into the heavens, and sprawls deep into the earth. The Empyrean Spire breaches into the heavens, and at its Apex, lies the chambers of not only the Exaltarch and his Empyrean Court, but also the Enigmatic Stone. Borrowing into the depths of Exalossa, the legendary Golden Armoury lies, together with its tenants, whom may never leave its vaults, and protects the relics. The Empyrean Citadel occupies the surface space of the Empyrean Palace, and is the home for the administrative center of the Archonite War Machine and the Exalted State's High Command.

-Notable Magical Institutions: Archonnen lacks individual centers of scholarly knowledge, and instead relies on Sacrosanctian colleges of magic and knowledge for training most of its administration. That beign said, the nation is not without centers of learning, they're simply few and hard to enter. The Exalted state funds and owns academies of learning in all of the great cities and is the foremost center of knowledge for several fields of study.

-Religious Interpretations/Culture/Structure: Archonnen is home to too many cultures to name, and too many interpretations to even comprehend. Whilst all things are maintained and cooperative by designs established early on in Archonnens infancy, Archonnen has learned to develope a culture surrounded on lack of any definitive, particular culture. City-life in Archonnen is filled with all kinds of oddities, and exotic dishes, where as instead the farmlands develope isolated cultures with their own practice and festivals.

More often than not, however, life in Archonnen centers around the vast cities, with gigantic markets and massive forums for people to spend their times outside as opposed to nothing. Although Archonnen society is a highly hierachical one, with each individual defined by their particular duty, and their purpose, and their work. Everyone is given a purpose, everyone is given a job, and they are supposed to finish said task before their life expires. It is the necessity of Justinian success, and it is the Archonite Dream to work or take part in something that will later become groundbreaking or revolutionary.

This sense of "Worker's Duty" is further emphasized with massive, and numerous monuments that glorify duty and sacrifice for the sake of accomplishment and success. The Grand Capitolopolis of Exalossa is surrounded by one such gigantic monument; a monument consisting of hundreds of thousands of marble statues in the shape of nameless soldiers, all of which gave their lives for the sake of Justinian success. Be it the ones that fell during the Initial Crusade, or the ones whom fell during the Devastation, they are all immortalize here, so that they can stand guard whilst the next generation brings success.

As aforementioned, Archonite society is highly hierarchical, and by extension orderly. The regimes of each individual is strictly controlled and enforced, but made in such a way as to imply a fake sense of control. This is to keep the citizens happy, but also to ensure continued efficiency in the Archonite Industrial, Administrative, Military, and Commercial machine. The State as such has massive insight into the lives of each individual, and monitors them closely to ensure no criminal activity is undertaken.

As such, crime in Archonnen is surprisingly rare, and executions, otherwise called as "Judgements" are massive occations of enjoyment for the common folk, amassing around the Empyrean Spire's Obsidian Obelisk (where criminals are crucified and made to atone for their crimes).

The people of Archonnen, in its sprawling cities, are as such massively controlled, mind controlled even, and the farmers and village-livers are simply too ignorant to know what the Exalted State is doing. As such, the people of Archonnen honour fallen heroes, and pride themsleves in their government. They are incredibly loyal to the state, but also to Justinianism itself, due to Sacrosanctian administrative and theocratic influence.

Archonnen and the Theobureacracy of Sacrosanctia are gigantic allies, and cooperate in almost every sphere of administration, education, and commerce. Miltiary being the only thing that Archonnen itself exclusively operates, since it acts as the effective army of Sacrosanctia, with the Exaltarch being the Supreme Commander of the Mortal-led Justinian Coalition forces.

As Archonnen is a powerful Justinian nation, in close proximity with Sacrosanctia, and with great cooperation with the fatherland of Justiniandom, it is a predominantly Canonical Justinian society. As canonicals, it follows these tenants:

1: Must acknowledge Justinian as the true and only god of the universe besides the deceased Demiurge, the evil creator god of the primordial era - the great antithesis and root of all evil.
2: Must acknowledge and accept the Great Reconvergence as desirable, necessary and inevitable.
3: All celestial entities that are not Justinian (demiurgic entities) must be destroyed, following them is treason.
4: The Justinians word and mandate is absolute.
5: Accepts and takes part in self-sacrifice and the consensual curse
6: Acknowledges and accepts the existence and role of the Oratorium, allowing them the right to carry out their duties and operate within your borders.
7: Accepts and takes part in the Epiphany of the Perfect World.
8: Acknowledges and takes part in fighting in the Sacrilege War. There can be no peace until the Great Reconvergence is completed, as such this will be our final war.
9: Acknowledges Justinians divine intervention and miracles, as well as the magic delegated to the mortals.
10: Acknowledges Asceticism and the inherent impurity of the physical world and as such officially rejects materialism.






Total Military Size: Circa 1,000,000 (give or take a couple thousand) active soldiers are maintained and supplied by the Exaltarchy of Archonnen during this state of peace.

Listed Heroes: Archonnen is a nation whose power and authority stems from its leadership; an upper-echelon of Champions whose heraldry stems all the way back to the age of the Apostles, and in the case of the Great Houses, have direct connection with the Apostles of Justinian that marched forth from Sacrosanctium 300 years ago. The Great Houses are the following; Gloria, Orass, Immortis, Sepolon, Pax, Arboria, Apollis, Eternus, and Immortasus. There are numerous other dominating bloodlines within the Bureacracy of Archonnen, but there're also skillful "unaffiliated" administrators. What is to be most commonly known, however, is that the Champions of Archonnen are LEADERS as opposed to WARRIORS. This leads to most of their time being spent administrating the gigantic realms of Archonnen, although their skills on the battlefield are expected to remain capable, they're mostly employed by the Exaltarch and Justinian as superb military commanders.

• Exaltarch of Archonnen, Armarossa Gloria.
• Archmagnate of Pinnopol, Horus Orass.
• Magnate of Pinnopol, Oramor Immortis.
• Magnate of Basilis, Luxus Gloria.
• Magnate of Herapolis, Solus Sepolon.
• Magnate of Victorix, Glorion In Victorix.
• Magnate of Prodros, Vigilos Gloria.
• Archmagnate of Sepola, Justice Pax.
• Magnate of Sepola, Lorido Immortis.
• Magnate of Solom, Solomanus Orass.
• Magnate of Floris, Glorianus Sepolon.
• Magnate of Solimo, Armaron Pax.
• Magnate of Gloria, Empyraeos II Gloria.
• Magnate of Aris, Praelis Aris.
• Archmagnate of Apollis, Luxiticanus Arboria.
• Magnate of Apollis, Pantokratos Apollis.
• Magnate of Amos, Tribentaros Monoluxus.
• Magnate of Nerona, Paxos Rex.
• Magnate of Constatio, Prevosus Eternus.
• Archmagnate of Exalos, Rex Eternus.
• Magnate of Exalos, Justinianus Gloria.
• Magnate of Palamis, Justrianus Monoluxus.
• Magnate of Akropos, Arborianos Arboria.
• Archmagnate of Leopol, Empyraeos Immortasus.
• Magnate of Leopol, Empyraeos Monoluxus.

Military Doctrine: The Empyrean Court consists of 512 individuals, half of which are Grand Primuses. These Grand Primuses were once regular Primuses, leading legions and training their forces. They were renowned for their ability and granted the Gift of Knowledge. They were promoted into the highest echelon of the Infinite Army and its machine; the Court of the Exaltarch, but more specifically, the War Council.

The Exaltarch, together with his 256 Grand Primuses lead their wars from within the War Council, the inner-sanctum of the Empyrean Court, and craft strategies and tactics around the war table. Regular Primuses do not know strategy, they known only how to lead men, so they employ standardized strategic templates, or in aemerine, Legalimatum Militarismos Templatos.

However, as a Grand Primus, you are given the ability to craft these strategic and tactical templates under majority vote, and the will of the Exaltarch. This ensures that not any template can enter the Iron Biblicon, the book where all the templates are collected, and the book of which all Primuses must know by heart.

Military Units: The Archonite Warmachine is one which baffles the world throughout all of Materia; no nation across the lands does not know of the Exaltarchy, but even less, of the Infinite Army. Originally created by the remnants of the aftermath of the Great Battle of Tramontan, Empyraeos gathered the shattered Justinian Forces and brought them back to the Temporary Region of Archonnen which would later come to be known as the Exaltarchy of Archonnen.

He, with the aide of his fellow Apostles, attempted their utmost to place the first stones for the foundations of the Exaltarchy. One such stone, one such stepping stone, would come to be known as the Infinite Army. Initially a highly modest, but quite numerous collective of anything from woman, man, and beast, it quickly expanded and became the dominating peacekeeping force in the vast land.

Whilst its initial purpose was of pacification, it quickly became known for its prowess in the fields of battle, as it fought against resisting Red Pantheonist enclaves which, by this point, were not as weak as they are in the modern day. They maintained the law, and secured the land, so that the industry, infrastructure, and urbanization of Archonnen could take shape. It would take many decades before the powers of Archonnen became apparent to anyone, but the embers first laid forth by Empyraeos would quickly burst into flame during the Great Birth, 139AWH. The Great Birth was not only the moment that the Birth of the Exaltarchy as a superpower first became a reality, but it was also the moment where the industry, infrastructure, urbanization, and modernization was completed.

But most importantly, it was also the moment of the first renovation of the Infinite Army. It took a decade for the completion of the first renovation, and it would come to be battle tested shortly after in Tramontan, as would only be fitting. The warriors of Archonnen proved powerful and capable, but ultimately only ash made its way home from the battlefield; the devastation instead burning itself into the minds of any Archonite.

Now in the modern day, after the completion of numerous other renovations, the power of Archonnen's Infinite Army is stronger than ever before. And now more than ever, it is ever more apparent.








































Full History: Archonnen's history has its founding in the Aemos Imperios, namely being the former Crownlands of the vast mega-sovereignty of Wolfraum. It was a poor land, but with the herald of Wolfraum and his conquest, the lands quickly became rich, and vast wonders were constructed in rapid succession. Slaves, labourers, and men all contributed to its creation, and many wonders remain from that time, with Exalossa being built upon the ruins of Aemon, the capital of the ancient supernation.

As the Aemos Imperios' rise was quick, but its fall even quicker, the nation was unequaled, but the Gods themselves were jealous of its power and disposed of Wolfraum after he had subjugated the Old Pantheons' enemies. The mega-sovereignty fell apart into thousands of petty kingdoms, all of which fed upon eachother, and once petrified nations spread out across the weak states like carrion birds, consuming the riches of the shattered empire.

Many centuries would pass, and many rulers would come to vy over the former nation's lands. With the heralding of the Justinian, however, things would change drastically. The former elven rulers that feasted upon the ancient knowledge and power of the Aemos Imperios were slaughtered by the revolutionary forces of the Justinian's coalition. Arrogant elves were forced to bend the knee, and those who fought against the new tide were slaughtered without mercy.

The Aemos Imperios' heartlands were reclaimed, and renamed into the temporary region of Archonnen in the typical arrogance of the first crusaders, assuming the Sacrilege War would be over in decades. With the defeat at Tramontan, the Coalition retreated at the helm of Supreme Commander Empyraeos Gloria. They rallied under his banners and established Archonnen. it would take one and a half centuries before the nation would become a power worthy of the name, however, in that time the regions once vast red pantheon enclaves were almost nullified, and all that remains are scared worshippers with nowhere left to go but into the darkness of death.

The nation of Archonnen has risen, and by 150AWH, the nation is a sizable superpower, potentially even the strongest in the world. It marched with its infinite arrogance upon the Great Taunt, as it had been erected in defiance of the End, right in the middle of the world. The great nation of Archonnen suffered catastrophic defeat, its entire bureacratic assembly wiped out in an instant. The bureacracy adapted, however, and a new Exaltarch was appointed.

The defeat humbled and angered the nation to no end, and great grudges are kept to this day against the schemes and minions of the Turqoise Deciever and his plots. The paranoia of the state is partly caused by that defeat, and the hyper-awareness that the world, and the corruption within it, are neverending.

Today the nation has remained largely silent on the international stage, keeping a strict sense of isolationism and harsh immigration and border policies. Its foreign policy is simply that of trade, with the only nation they actively engage with being Sacrosanctia. In its period of isolation, the nation has exploded into power.

Its economy is immense and its resources vast, its military revolutionized and modernized, great care being taken to mold its every aspects. The nation is driven now by an immense sense of rage and a vast desire for justice, with an Exaltarch as a leader who has ever desire to establish a New World Order under his domain.

List of Historical Grievances:

• The Turqoise Domain (TQLR/Turqoise Deciever) - The cataclysmic defeat at the Great Taunt may never be forgotten.

• The Realms of Ouroborasia (East Ouroborasia/Ouroborasian Empire) - As the children of Crusades led by Archonite nobles and warriors, Archonnen has many reasons to bring Ouroborasia under the proper wing.

Relations:

• The Divine Realms of Sacrosanctia (Sacrosanctium/The Justinian's Realms) - Relationships between Archonnen and Sacrosanctia are immense, with the nations often cooperating in matters of administration, education, law, and magic. Trade between Archonnen and Sacrosanctia are also high, with numerous trade-routes going between the two.

• The Loyalist Realms of West Ouroborasia (Loyalist Ouroborasia/The Crownprince) - Archonnen looks upon West Ouroborasia with pity, but refuses to act militarily; it ships vast amounts of resources, food, and provisions to them instead, keeping their side of the civil war alive and fighting.

• The Realms of Aberys (The Kingdom of Aberys/The Federation of Aberysian Kingdoms) - Trade between Archonnen and Aberys is possible, but highly regulated, the Superstate only allowing Pinnopol's markets to Aberysian traders. That being said, the nation is accepting of Aberysian aristocracy, since numerous of them are actually Archonite citizens due to family ties.

Cultural Notes: Archonnen is a nation of many cultures with each city having its own way of expressing itself. Due to this, the Superstate has enforced "Standardized Culture" in an attempt to unify the peoples of Archonnen even further. The Standardized Culture in question embodies many ideas of the Working Man; dutiful citizens whom perform their duties as instructed, and do their assignments on time. People who work for the sake of the Reconvergeance and people who do not disobey the Superstate, for it knows what is best for all of us. It is an ideal of sacrifice, sacrifice for the Reconvergeance, and it is enforced harshly.

The Standardized Culture is enforced by the Military and city guardsmen with ruthless efficiency, but seldom do they employ force to indoctrinate its people into the Working Man's culture. The Guardsmen instead enter the household of the person in question and discusses the wellbeing of the people, the Justinian faith, and the Working Man's ideal with the individual, before finalizing the statement with a harsh fine unless they choose to adopt the cultural norms.

If they are deemed uncompliant, the Superstate will employ violence if no other method works.

Gender: Male.

Homeworld: The Asteros system, home to the planet known only as Asteros Primaris and none other, was a place of moderate civilization and lesser wealth, isolated from the grand galactic community through rampant raging thunderstorms and electromagnetically charged typhoons, invalidating all accomplishments that might have been present prior, and all technology which might desire to approach it. With a technobarbaric culture not dissimilar from old terra, those who made ends meet bound together underneath the grand hulks of culture's greatest and grandest achievements turned nothing more than glorified sheds and shelters. A deathworld per definition, its lethality turned the planet into a prison, the skies were nothing but distant imagination.

Unbeknownst to the men and women and children, human and animal, these conditions had not always been true. Legends naturally speak of vast swathes of luscious fertility, uninterrupted by vicious weather and darkened grey horrors looming amidst the heavens as they lash out with vicious fervor and inhumane evil upon all life below them, but few would believe these to tell of fact.

Civilization had been established upon the world due to its strategically advantageous mercantile position at the center of numerous trade routes and ease of approach, but one day the orbit of Asteros Primaris was ruptured, and a spiral which could not be interrupted entered into motion. Slowly it would then descend, until it would finally be swallowed in the sea of a cosmic furnace. Five thousand years ago it occured, and fifty years from his arrival, it would conclude.

Today there is no such thing as Asteros Primaris, instead all that remains is one solitary fortress of steel and memory, drifting the ocean inbetween stars, placed in perhaps one of the most vital junctions in the Imperium: Star-Harbor.

Appearance: The star of Asteros carved itself into his body over the many years he spent on its only planet, making all hair fall out, and due to the atmosphere of the planet and the proximity of the star, the skin to pale. Aside from this his biological development remained largely unimpeded, though without doubt mutations and uncertainties presented themselves quite early. At 13 feet of height, accompanied by a demeanour of steel, and a voice of gold; a body untouched, devoid of scars or injuries, save for one. Paired with an eye of an appearance like staring at the yellow sun paired with a clear sky is an eye of cybernetic make with a soothing reddish shimmer. Besides this, his body gives off no other extreme qualities, though his eyes were a quality massive enough for many, even himself, so he removed one, and chose to see and walk amongst both the world of mortals and truth.

Veritas Res was never an individual who garnered attention from his grand gestures, or expressive wealth of physique; his entire aura of authority stems from one thing, and that is awareness of truth. His assurity, lack of movement and stalwart motion grant those under him their souls of steel in battle, mortal or legiones astartes. He moves with slow, but unceasing, impending flow. Even when still, he always remains active, be it tapping his fingers whilst sitting, or repeatedly grasping the air whilst standing.

Personality: Veritas Res speaks in absolutes, and with short and impactful deliverance. Much like his aura of authority would expect, he is not excessive in this delivery, and will sometimes even prefer vagueness over clarity when interacting with those around him. As such he is an individual who seeks executive authority. Whilst his drive towards ever-increasing authority has always remained, how he embodied that authority has however not always been the same, be it amongst his brothers or in the galaxy at large: once he was open, spoke with intricacies and eloquence not unlike those of a bard blessed thrice with prowess, potential, and knowledge. He would speak at length on how to accomplish any and all given tasks, and would see them done exactly as predicted.

But over time his decisive, rapid, and deep truth has morphed into the slow, unceasing, and impending juggernaut which he now exemplifies with absolute comparison. Often attributed to maturity of personhood, but the true answer would be known by none other than himself and his father, whom he has spoken with at length regarding numerous aspects during their meeting and his subsequent summons and request meetings since thereafter.

Veritas Res suffers namely from insecurities regarding his prowess of futuresight, be it the untold horrors which he sees before him on his coming crusade, or those whom would suffer from his victories, even those he will lose upon his ultimate conquest. He hardened himself therefore to the plights of others, for he could not handle the trillions of lost souls and their cries yet to come, and he reckoned that the only entity in the galaxy who could harbour their despair was none other than the father, The Emperor. As such, unlike some of his other kin, brutality and efficiency of delivery are crowning aspects of his small legion, capable of competing with the largest of his siblings' armies. Neither does he shy away from lies, using them strategically and seldom, but with massive implication - a hypocrisy to some, but to him, he views it merely as a tool to uphold truth. Due to this, he is an impeccable liar of few equals: perhaps requiring foresight not incomparable to his own to discover.

As such Veritas Res is an odd companion for the more righteous Primarchs, for his accomplishments may be assured, but the delivery he uses to achieve them, and the way in which he interacts with his fellows both above and below may cause conflicts to come.

Skills:

• Psyker (See Psyker Assignment).
• Might: Veritas Res maintains an expected degree of inhumane prowess in battle, capable of delivering strokes with his sword powerful enough to deliver even immortals to mortality. This expands further into his body at large, which expectedly is almost incomprehensibly powerful much like many Primarchs, though for him it is perhaps a degree above most. Though whilst his muscle structure may be compressed beyond imagining, he is not a quick fighter, and as such he is slow to take action in a duel, though when he does it often ends quickly thereafter.
• Authority: Veritas Res is a skilled ruler of people, not because he is a person with good qualities, but because he has an often mystifying ability to use the right people at the right times to achieve the right results. He is therefore an authority on using people, and gains his aura of authority from it. This aspect of his is usually what might put him into conflict with others, but it is also the quality which is hardest for his rivals to disapprove. As such, it is equally what garners him favour amongst his followers; a divisive attribute.

Wargear:

• Damocles' Battlements (Artificer Armour with remembrances towards death and time, and sigils hoping for the death of time, highlighted by elaborate gilding and embossings and carvings).
• Sword of Damocles (A master-crafted power sword capable of embodying Veritas Res' psyker prowess and power with every motion; a time-gilded armament).

Assignment Grade: Alpha.

Though Veritas Res does not seem a psyker to any and all around him, it is undeniable that his psychic connectivity with the warp and the powers that be is of an immensity rivaled by few. The entirety of his psychic prowess, however, is somehow magnetic towards one power in specific, easily described as a metaphorical black hole ability.

This ability is futuresight, which forced him to see the future with his eyes, and it was an uninterruptable process. He had no choice but to see that which was coming. He chose then to live a life of reclusive living on Asteros Primaris, where he soon became a fabled Seer and a cornerstone of the rising civilization which would eventually dismiss their prior clan rivalries and band together to escape their planet's inevitable end. Shortly after growing up on Asteros Primaris and being taken care of by a family of mortals he awoke to his power, and saw the seas of the cosmic furnace before his eyes. After this, he strategically chose reclusion, building up favour and reputation, before eventually using it and his accumulated prestige to lead the people to the sea inbetween stars.

Therefore after joining his father, The Emperor, he dismissed himself of one eye so that he could live in both future and present, which is why the only noticable flaw with his body is the noticably dominant cybernetic eye at the left side of his skull disrupting the otherwise human silhouette.

Due to the black hole nature of his ability, it is the only one power he holds, but is of an immeasurable strength when compared with other diviners within the Imperium.

Biography: Ripped from the safety and security of his birth chamber thanks to the powers that be, much like the rest of his siblings, Veritas Res was thrown outwards into oblivion, and descended upon the world formerly known as Asteros Primaris during the peak of their turbulence. Amidst an ongoing clan war between the region's primary powers, isolated from the rest of the islands of civilization that had emerged across the planet's surface due to natural cataclysms, a shooting star fell upon the cloudy skies and parted the vapour like a blade parts flesh. As the darkened capsule had fallen directly onto the head of one of the clan leaders, the dispute was settled through divine intervention.

Unknowing of how to adequately respond to such a tremendous event, the clan leaders gathered from either side in a here-to-fore unseen display of neutrality known as the Great Confluence, the victor having brought the void-coloured object, unwittingly a capsule, with them. And as the Grand Confluence occured, the religious-scientific customs and cultures entered an odd equilibrium.

As the verdict was about to descend from the winner's chief judiciaries, steam emerged, and the black object opened only to reveal a soon-to-grow Veritas Res. Taking it as the Gods disagreeing with their verdict, the Worldseers, shamans who, through the application of rudimentary technologies who could work even in this hellscape, had augmented their minds into complex comprehension and predictive engines, reckoned that the absolute opposite of the verdict should, in truth, be the one verdict to be actualized after the conflict.

And as such, Veritas Res was gifted to an ordinary family, carrying ordinary ties, and an ordinary occupation of medicinemen.

Time then flowed abruptly, and conflict eased into silence, with what would otherwise be considered commonplace reverting into obscurity. Border-clashes ceased and communication entered into a new norme of diplomacy. Things seemed well, and the now child Veritas Res, seemed to be growing up into a prosperous future. But then was dawned his power, as abrupt as the vision which he was haunted by had come to him, he had garnered an unparralleled skill. He saw flame, and he witnessed those closest and their silhouettes perishing in screams as their bodies incinerated, and their homes became dust and particle; fueling an infernal forge of cosmic size and variance; an ever-changing surface of a sea so bright it could not be seen, only felt, and that feeling was so rapid, it could not be sensed.

Veritas Res was disillusioned then, for as he sought advise from those closest to him, he walked a path which allowed him to only gaze ruin and desolation. The ground was wrought, molten; vaporized. And as he had arrived at the inner-chamber of his medicineman 'father,' his heart would burst, and he gazed at the presence of a sickened man touched only by a pestilence incomparable to all others, and died within moments amidst boiling cysts and sick-yellow fluids.

Overwhelmed, he fled from civilization, and wandered the wilderness. Discarding all that he had grown up to believe, and all he had grown accustomed to feeling.

Through apparent fluke, but truthfully through awareness, on his travels a since matured and grown teenage-aged, man-shaped Seer of incomprehensible disposition made himself known to all who happened across him. Unlike the Wordseers of common culture, this man had neither the sacred transformation nor any obvious truth-seeing intermediary - instead, he merely knew, because he knew, and told because he could. Thus the Worldseer became truth, and pilgrimage into obscure reaches and dangerous lands were initiated merely to speak with this immense individual.

Unbeknownst to them, this was Veritas Res, known now only as The Worldseer, who through year-long deliberations had settled on a perhaps obnoxious, but equally desperate plan. He realized his predicament, and his privilege, and sought to disguise his plan in the veils of wisdom. He saw truth, and saw fact, and with it, he grew into becoming the chief authority within a soon-to-be made tribal coalition to ascend beyond confinement.

The chiefs who had long-ago decided his fate soon came to recruit him into their fold, and asking for truth, and once delivered, they shuddered the thought, but could not dismiss it, for they knew of his wit and the vileness of fact and reason. How could they not, when they lived in a world where the cold-heart of reality was the only thing that could keep cool the planet of Asteros Primaris which was soon to descend into infernoes so profound and miserable that words could not possibly describe them with adequance.

The coalition would thusly embrace all clans, and all cults, into one unity, and with that unity, they would scour the realms for artifacts and technologies to help their ascension into an unwitting paradise yet out of reach. Armed with the knowledge of The Worldseer and his wisdom, they needed not be indecisive, and purpose soon came to drive this momentary alliance into a community, and a community into a nation embarking on exodus. Through countless tribulations, and millions of perishing souls to the terrors of human inferiority and information disconnect between the truth of The Worldseer and the biology of mankind, inevitably the Worldseer would himself embark on the crowning journey across twelve continents, and once returned, would install the propulsion mechanism upon their world ark.

The Worldseer partook the quest, and on his journies, met men and women of various walks of life who followed in his steps. A fellowship was formed without a single spoken word from his mouth, for as he walked, followed by those who saw his presence as divine message, he deliberated on the future, and the meaning of his sight and wisdom. He could not see the world, but he could hear it, he could see the future and truth, but not hear it, and as such, there were many events which he could see that were mystifying, illuminating, and disheartening all the same.

He had been changed by his power, and it was apparent to himself the most. He could feel little joy, but he had an impossible drive which he could not attribute rime or reason to. Whilst he meditated, the congregation expanded, and soon hundreds of thousands walked in his wake. But he knew it, and he knew what they would experience, and he knew how they would react to the truth.

Many years later, having ascended mountains, traversed oceans, and lumbered objects, the artifact-engine had finally been returned, carried on the backs of a horde of humans shepherded by none other than The Worldseer. Their return demanded much jubilation, but Veritas Res was adamant in the necessity of the World Ark's final assembly; any form of celebration could be performed post-safety.

And such the world bound together, gathered onboard a world ark the likes of none other, carrying a visage like no other, and bearing the futures of warriors like no other into the heavens. Many were sacrificed to the fires soon to come, for it did not have infinite capacity, and assuredly rage and fury the likes of few others in the galaxy were directed at Veritas Res for it. But equally so, those who had been chosen viewed him with a reverence no other entity save for the Emperor and few others could possibly recieve.

After their ascension, and brief drifting amidst the stars, the Emperor would soon find this desperate band, and thusly Veritas Res revealed his true name, known unconsciously, to all. Joining the Emperor on his quest in the same breath and embarking on a grand galactic quest for humanity's ultimate dominion.

Events partaken since then are numerous and varied, conquests aplenty, and the ruin and prosperity of civilizations in equal repetoire to his belt of accomplishments.

But chief amongst his accomplishments is the unified defense, and subsequent obliteration, of a threat the likes of which mankind has yet to see since. The vicious Rangdan Xenocides; brought forth by the Imperium's grandiose expansion, from the reaches of the void an unknown threat had emerged and assaulted loyalist worlds with brutalities the likes of which were thought impossible. In a desperate defense, Primarchs were hailed from across the galaxy, and amongst them were Veritas Res and his Truthlayers. Having foreseen the various battles' happenings from within his command chamber, the Sanctum of Truth, aboard the III legion's Gloriana-class battleship the Absolute, his legion were perhaps the most well off legions amongst those whom had participated, suffering acceptable losses; sparking great controversy and potential conflict between him and those siblings of which had also participated without sharing the same fate as his own legion.

His presence throughout the campaign beyond its defense were largely secondary, and supportive in nature to other, larger legions and their various assaults, granting the final periods of the campaign needed momentum to finish the threat as rapidly as it deserved, ruining worlds in plentitudes and decreeing ruin upon metropolises.

The years then flowed, wars were waged, and subjects were made to submit or suffer the absolute price, aided by his abilities, he had a flow and momentum to his tasks which even his own legion had a difficult time adapting to. But in time they too would accustom themselves to the reforms and systems that their Primarch had set in motion for them, and their pride and awe at their leader grew with each foe slain and each venerable sacrifice endured for the sake of a goal no one could dare see but yet dreamed of seeing all the same. All for an ultimate victory yet out of reach.

The skills of not only his legion, but those of Veritas Res himself, were yet again put unto display for others to see as, during the Tethonus Siege, they were called in by the Primarch's brother Augor Astren lay waste to yet another dissident foe. The war was protracted, but ended in finality with the two primarchs' combined effort, the mechanist primarch of Mars building an unseen siege monstrosity, and Veritas Res plotting its firing coordinates, resulting in the final deciding factor for the world to eventually tip towards oblivion.

However, this would not be the last time that these two would meet before the Ullanor Campaign. Yet again yet would cross paths, in addition to another, Micholi of the Night Watch Legion, during the Fall of Gardinaal in the approximate 900s.M30.

Sent by the Emperor on a mission of great assault and conquest over the peoples of Gardinaal, a mission of which he had foreseen undergoing, the Primarch made perhaps his mightiest display of prowess yet. In a bout of almost surreal mysticism, Veritas Res contacted the two of them and requested their presence, outlying cryptic, yet obvious requests for their fleets and forces to follow, all the whilst himself initiating conflict with the military power of Gardinaal's solar empire. With all pieces in motion, the ultimate result would be the elimination of the nation's capital, with all other subservient settlements being brought into fold thereafter.

The campaign was swift, and frought with oddities the likes of which coincidence itself could not possibly explain.

And thus, only Veritas Res was the answer.

Though the foe had been vicious, and the response delivered hundredfold, plans were made for the system with great ambition in mind, an almost surreal product of Veritas Res' otherwise iron rule.

The Meeting: He stood silent, near motionless, surrounded by the robed, beaten, robbed, yet hopeful; surrounded by those who had followed him through oblivion into a darkness filled with light and possibility, a new beginning without destination. He turned around, facing those behind him, those smaller, weaker, and more vulnerable than him, and felt nothing, saw as some disappeared and others new entered. He saw conflicts to come, which would rock this make-shift vessel of gargantuan size to its destruction. He gazed into their bright eyes: blue, yellow, red, and green, and saw them fade and be replaced. Then he gazed at their bodies, smaller than him: muscular, feeble, weak, sickly, and injured. Saw those too flow through time as if nothing, interchangable; nothing more than dust. He saw despair, hope, ruin, and salvation in the same passing moment, with his eyes he saw the future as if instantaneous, portrayed in luscious colours of crimson. He would have felt betrayed, if he had felt anything for those around him at all. Though there was one exception.

He reflected on what was behind him, and spoke:

"My name be Veritas Res, I am the Worldseer of whom you all allowed to lead you.

We have accomplished much, and you have learned now of, and will soon enter into, the paradise which I had seen; you have all followed truth and now you shall be rewarded for it."

He spoke with a monotony which was filled with warmth only because those mortal, feeble minds desired him to be their saviour; an icon of which to attribute their own worth upon. They believed he represented them, but he had seen what is to come many times, and the awe and grandiosity of which he attributes to one entity and none other would place all others to the side. The mortals and their worth was measured merely in their living; they should live, and shall live, and he shall make them live properly. But they did not think of him in the way that he truly is, they did not hold truth, and he could not blame them for their miniscule existences. He had witnessed what is to come, and had understood its meaning. Lacking the ability to hear the future did not impede this revelation.

In a serene silence they adored him, and as he turned around yet again, he admired something even greater. The entity which, no matter how many times, how many futures he sees, cannot be less profound. An entity which holds no shape, a being of a golden glimmer which radiates through time like the sun shines through the clouds.

He was stopped abruptly, as he beheld it, him. In that moment, his mind was enslaved to the present in a surreal display of unbridled power, the future which he had no choice but to gaze into ripped from his grasp in a fashion describable in no other fashion than divine. He saw an entity bathed in a golden glow, clad in a robe of white, looking him eye-to-eye, entity-to-entity, and for the first time ever, he felt that there was something, someone, who he could connect to and follow. His unreasonable drive became clear, and the truth behind the truth became fact. The Emperor of Mankind had graced him with his presence, had graced him with his own existence. Had granted him the momentary respite from the heavy burden of truth, as if telling him that he need not be alone in holding onto its massive weight.

Veritas Res put his hands together in a customary bow, traditionally performed by the Worldseer-caste of Asteros Primaris, and lowered his head to the height of his father's chest and continued, a slight warmth of tone clearly present in his response to the truth which the Emperor had given him just prior, after having arrived to give purpose and future to his own son.

"I have seen you, yet I could not know of you, in my sight. Now I hear you, and I see, and I know what I want, and what you want."

He raised his head slowly, meeting gazes with an entity who occupied all time in his sight, for the first time ever, forcing him into the present, forcing him to see the world of mortals, and see the god who dwells within it. And that God was a God yet not, who desired mankind to not be schackled to superstition, or limited by the untruth of faith. As they connected eyes, the Emperor looked down upon him, but Veritas saw warmth, suns much like his own occupying the Emperor's eyes.

"The Truth of which you desire I shall deliver; the warriors you wish I rule I shall command; the enemies you wish vanquished I shall conquer; the nations who are unpermissible I shall ruin."

And it was then that his neural synapses roared in harmony, as if struck by lightning, a sense of accomplishment and gratitude, and all other positive emotions which he had discarded until now were reciprocated in one singular action.

A smile formed with elegance on the Emperor's lips, faint but filled with a warmth unrivaled by even the sun of Asteros, and a kindness which even the age of his childhood could not compare.

"Join me aboard the Bucephalus, son."

The words were like song, and the noise was near visibly golden; a charisma unlike any other, Veritas Res could not help but seem a child before the enormity of this individual who surely had no equal. He could do nothing but nod, for he could not possibly respond to words spoken with such perfection. All that he could do was action, and with that action he would surely deliver that which was wished of him.

And in that same moment, future returned, and the two of them moved to board the Bucephalus. In their wake, Custodes guarded the Emperor at every turn, the people whom Veritas Res would leave behind so dumbstruck by the magnificence as to not realize their own fates to come.

Legion Name: Formerly known as the Lightseekers Legion, a name borne by them in reverence of their yet unanointed Primarch and their loss without him. Upon his return, Veritas Res proclaimed the Legion as the "Truthlayers," for never again would they be lost within darkness and without vision, they would know truth and lay it down upon the soil of worlds if such was needed for the Imperium.

Legion Number: III.

Legion Strength: At the height of their numerical worth, the Truthlayers, then named the Lightseekers Legion, numbered in the 200,000s but dwindled at an urgent haste. With the return of their Primarch, Veritas Res, the strength has remained at an all-time low, but a near constant, 50,000 astartes.

The Legion maintains 5 organizational structures; 4 chapters (V, VII, IX, X. VII is reinforced), and the Ultima. The Ultima is the Primarch's senior command element composing of the legion's variety of ancients, praetorate, and banner-bearers.

The most common battlegroup utilized by the Truthlayers, is the Chapter Dulon. A Chapter Dulon battlegroup is two chapters, controlled by a member of the Praetorate, sent on campaign.

Warcry: "It is known!"

Before battle there were once two different war cries which would be heard depending on the Primarch.

"It is known! Victory!"
"It is known! Defeat!"

It has morphed over time into the more neutral version for perhaps obvious reasons.

Dramatis Personae: Important note to mention is that, within the Inner Court, their Primarch Veritas Res, does not speak unless he declares conflict. As such, most of the conversation is held by the Praetorate and various heads of their various regiments and intra-organizations; Grandmaster Apothecary and others of such stature. The removal their Primarch has on their exchanges allow the legion to maintain far less removed from the world at large, and as such, others, than their Primarch.

• PPRAETORUS ULTIMATUM Balisterus Stratama - Known to his legionaires as the "Owl." Chief of the Praetors, the legion's strategic and warrior upper-caste gathered within the Inner Sanctum, known as the interior organizational entity, the "Inner Court." And within this court of Six, seven including the Primarch who allows self-governance of the legion to be performed by these six individuals who have been within it far before him, and thus know it far more intimately. Balisterus Stratama is chief amongst the rest of the Praetorate. Blessed thrice with strength, thought, and truth, he carried the strongest divination within the legion, so powerful in fact that outside of battle, he is often found immobile upon the 2nd throne within the Inner Sanctum. As an ancient of the legion however, having known well from the hideous rule of a legion without Primarch, there is no one as learned in catastrophy, and how to thwart it, than he is. At this moment however, it seems an odd choice for such a quality to be so well represented within the upper-most echelon. Probably tradition.

• DOMINUS VINDEX SUPERBUS Achaelon Omnigus - The Primarch's Champion-Superior, Achaelon Omnigus is the arch-ancient of the chapter, and also its chief protector; it is his task to defend those sworn to leadership, and ensure their tasks may proceed uninterrupted. And it is for this that he bears their Primarch's own banner upon his armour into battle as his banner-bearer. It is his task to die so that those who matter more cannot. As an ancient of the legion blessed not by the visions of truth, he swore instead to rise to the task of ensuring that those with it may lead it into prosperity. It was with single-minded pursuit, and a degree of natural perseverence, that over many campaigns, untold battles, and hundreds of injuries, that this semi-crippled ancient still serves, forever hooked into the internals of his master-crafted Cataphractii-pattern terminator armour blessed to him by the good will of their otherwise far removed Primarch. Standing as a walking veneration to those besides him, he stands as an example that even the Primarch who drives forward for nothing but the ultimate destiny may be moved by the contributions of warriors under his thumb. And it is with this blessing that Achaelon still serves, and he serves with twice the perseverence of his supposed peak, and twice the devotion towards the light which the Lightseeker legion formerly sought, and has since acquired. Older and yet more acclaimed than many of the heroes embedded within the venerable dreadnoughts of the legion, even they must stand still in respect, if they had the presence of mind for it, at his coming across the battlefield.

• APOTHAECARIS DOMINUM SUPERBUS Sevyristus Hesteris - Master of the Apothecary lodge of the Truthlayers legion, and the attendant superior of Veritas Res, Sevyristus Hesteris is, perhaps, the second-most important member of the Truthlayers legion for logic beyond his own. He was scouted, by their Primarch, in M30.829, and was, with immediacy, appointed honours and banners far beyond his station under unrealized ambitions to come. He carries an aura of uncertainty at his side, for even his brothers view him with incredible oddity, and the burden of growing into a position, and surpassing it, ultimately becoming the Grandmaster Apothecary, was a task which came at unbridled ease to his own astonishment. Now, as a honourary ancient of the legion, he upholds its tenents, and maintains an unscrupulous work ethic beyond all comprehension. Rare is the time when the Grandmaster Apothecary does not perfect his skills within the numerous halls of the Apothecary lodge, be it on decommissioned servitors or creatures of other origin.

• AUGURUS-MACHINA SUPERBUS Olyrifex Olympaeron - The Mechanaugur, officially deigned the Augurus-Machina, are the Tech-Marines of the Truthlayers Legion, and foremost amongst them, their leader, is the Mechanaugur Superior, Olyrifex Olympaeron. Much like any other tech-marine and those others of their ilk, Olyrifex was sent to Mars, and there gained immensities of knowledge unparralleled by only the most superior, using his skill and sensations for the life of machinery and their unspoken word. As he returned, he grew in might and prowess, and has since eclipsed all whom were his former equals in the legion, and now lords over the Star-Harbour's interior assemblies with a ruthlessness otherwise unseen beyond the fields of battle. He is a face of terror and respect in equal platitudes to his lessers, and a source of good advice for those of his equals and superiors, often making it known to hold morei nformation than would otherwise be believed. An aspect perhaps attributed to his obsessive perfectionistic characteristic, an otherwise uncontrollable quality if it were not that he spoke with softness and delivered staunchness and complaints with gilded words. He is feared not because of might or unbridled anger, but for his perfection. Equipped with the heritage of his Primarch's geneseed, and the powerful and uncontrollable visions held therein, he maintains the litany of the cacophony of the Truthlayers' war machine.

• ARTISAN FORGE LORD VENERATUS TECHNICUS Obrix Palolennaeus - Whilst there are many, far more than any could possibly believe dwell beneath the ornate hallways and amidst the intricate complexities and machinery. Whilst Tech-priests spread through the entirety of the Star-Harbour, their service did not come without risk to the self of the legion. Forced to patrol their space for them, the Forgeworld Mortisimo performed the duties requested in adequate reciprocity. Built on the planet proper by the mightiest thinkers across the system assembled for its sole creation, Obrix Palolennaeus now stands as the sole servant of the single most powerful, and profoundly ruthless weapon known to him. He is the one who maintains this machine worthy of worship, and also serves as a potent enforcer. Though he has never seen the Seven Thrones to operate in tandem, he dreams that one day it could become reality.

• UMBRA-PRAETORIS Eulysseus Vaal - Veiled behind centuries of lies, misdirection, and blatant mistruths hide nefarious entities wrought forth by man and its ambition. Built from a black forge drawing strength from a dying star, armed by the knowledge and wisdom of the unallowed and questionable, and consisting of the most loyal yet extreme of perhaps any legion, that which is spoken of as such is the Shadow Lodge of the Truthlayers. Umbral masters of deceit and the arts of terror and fright, builders of strata and tactica inconcievable to the human mind, and lorded over by their night-lord, unbeknownst to all, standing second only to the Primarch, Eulysseus Vaal. To all but Veritas, they do not exist, instead hidden behind doors which do not exist and guarded by sentries who know not for which purpose they stand guard. The Shadow Lodge is the poison vial with which empires fall in torrents of stately autocannibalism, the unseen force which whispers death into the ears of the soon to perish.

Favored Tactics/Battlefield Role: "I arrive now, and see wroth, I see fury, anger, despair, misfortune, misbegotten warriors. I arrive now and what do you see in me? I am Absolute.

All you needed to acquire victory was me, and thus, with me, what you cannot do, you can now do."
- Veritas Res, meeting his legion.

Unlike most other legions, the Truthlayers do not operate in smaller groups, and instead only engage with smaller or greater army groups. This is because the flaw of their gene-seed is the same as their greatness. The modern strata was deviced immediately upon their Primarch's return, after having been told about their failures as the Lightseeker Legion. And whilst there are none who maintain the immense psychic divination prowess of their Primarch Veritas. But those of the Inner Council, those who are then by definition the uppermost commanders and leaders within the legion, do share comparable genetically derived psyker traits.

Because of this, the Legion focuses on large scale battles, preferably with as many of their own forces as possible partaking, so as to maximize the efficieny of their combined battle prowess. And multiplying their combat effectiveness.

If the battle does not include a great host of the entirety of the legion, then a praetor-equivalent will lead the army in a much similar fashion to what Veritas would, from the immediate front, but just behind it, surrounded by a cadre of honourguard and tech-marines to manage the intricate and delicate portable digital warmaps the legion brings along with them; capable of displaying information acquired from the mapping performed from orbit upon the battlefield.

Whilst these do not hold the same importance as they would with Veritas, capable of seeing the future movements of the enemies through it as medium, the Praetors' innate psyker heritage from him would allow them fervent divinations with sudden, and common onset, with which they would use to direct their forces through their mobile headquarters carried and maintained by hundreds of servitors and lesser mechanics, lorded over by the Mechanaugur; the chief Tech-Marine within the legion.

During any mission, the establishment of the forward headquarters is most paramount, and as such, over time, the process has been simplified to the point where every astartes in the legion are equipped with a closed-system communications network, a one-way speaker between every layer of the hierarchy; As a regular astartes you can only recieve orders and communication occurs only within your enclosed squad element. Your sergeant recieves orders from the one which rules that company, and so on it progresses further upwards until the final peak; Veritas Res.

However, when Veritas Res accompanies a battle, the aforementioned "mobile headquarters" is, per definition, necessary, to maximize his combat effectivesness and increase drastically the legion's combat effectiveness. As such, when he is the leader of a force, instead of maintaining an honour guard, the Praetors serve as both advisors and attendants on the field.

Should it be necessary for Veritas to take to the frontlines, the entire advisory becomes the Inner Council, and operates not dissimilarly from a war council, merely on the field of battle as opposed to far ways from it.

Notable Combat insight of the Truthlayers at present moment include::

• Vast Veteran numbers.
• Above-standard Terminator usage.
• Utilizes shock-based tactics.

Legion Characteristics/Ideology: Within the Star-Harbor they hold the only home that ever would belong to them, and the only one place they would defend with a zeal so magnifique as to even send the most nefarious entities as far away from it as possible. It is a city for which only the Astarte may gather, and a world for which nothing less is allowed entry or sanction to approach without the express permission of its master, Veritas Res. But should you be granted that extreme prvilege you would see, as you dock, a mighty harbour capable of maintaining a stellar armada too massive to comprehend, and ladened across all the piers, all the walls, and all surfaces truly, are the bones, regalia, and most venerable relics of those fallen for the true path.

As you delve future, you note the lack of sound nor thralls, servitors, or anything else which would make the location seem all the more inviting. You feel alone, and insignificant, but suddenly, it dawns on you, as you are being escorted deeper and ever deeper into the myriad labyrinthine passages, that there has never been a single word spoken, and instead, as you approach quarters and corridors far more occupied, that there is a lot of sound, merely none which is immediately comprehensible, instead they speak in signs, elaborate and circumstantial techniques with myriad meanings with an unlikely ease.

Even if you had experienced company with a mute, this was much unlike it, this seemed far more eleaborate, and far more coping in nature. I was a complex system indeed, you saw the same sign many times, between brothers sparring and cleaning the various remembrances laid across and decorating the many passages, but never did they seem to mean the same thing, or if there was a variance, you could not comprehend it.

No wonder then, that people call Star-Harbour the Ghost of Asteros.

As you enter into the royal hall, you see a gargantuan throne of steel, circuitry, and seven tech-marines, and an assortment of stationed tech-priests procuring, tending, and applying the necessary maintenance on the Legion's perhaps most important artifact; the Primarch, Veritas Res' throne, the Regis Dominatus Informatrix. You have heard rumors of it, traders love to gossip about space marines after all, so... This is where the elucidating Primarch joins his psychic mind with the eyes of the fortress, and sees through it.

"Hail, Trader," a voice boomed amidst the silence, a presence making itself known clearly, as he stood on the right of the massive machination.

"Your merchandise is validated, your cargo has been unloaded: leave."

You shiver at the tension, atmosphere, and legion of the place itself near overwhelms you, and then, another gargantuan angel of death made themselves known, but instead to force you back, it grasped your palm with relative warmth, and spoke, "You ought not spend time here, Trader. You have better places to be, better places to go, and more to gain beyond our meager system, do you not?"

...

"And that was how I, Adryminichy Akorov, of my fair vessel The Farjumper, were the only civilian vessel to ever deliver to the Barren Star Asteros. Jealous, eh?"

"Hogwash, no way that could have possibly happened!"

"It did, it did you senile drunk!"

"Then what did you deliver, eh? EH?"

"Ah, erm. Hm."

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"I can't tell you friend, I really can't,"

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An Example of a Truthlayer ritual.

The Truthlayer Legion maintains a strict, rigid, yet at some times loose, ritualistic lifestyle in a system which demands the use of your mouth as least as possible. All rites of invitation are done in carving, so that those newborn Astartes recieve their first shoulder plate, and before the Inner Sanctum, are told to validate that which is found carved within them. Usually to their surprise, the name of their human name is carved upon its interior, followed by the date of their arrival into this very chamber. They are then told to carve, atop their old name, their new name within the legion. And told that this ceremony was their birth. Little to their knowledge, the next four carvings within, dates, foretell their peak, promotion, and death, followed by the fourth, Date Ultima.

Relationships: "To The Emperor, Our Loyalty Sworn. His Truth is Absolute. To His Foes, We Vow Ruin."

Legion-Legion Dynamics: The Truthlayers are, truthfully, an group amongst the legiones astartes whom will perhaps partake in near-most conflicits which would demand the presence of more than one legion entity. And as such, has built up a strange repetoire of relationships amongst them. No true rival, no true allies. The reason primarily is Veritas Res, and the nature of his warfare, the nature of his presence, and the nature of walking at the wake of such an individual. Little thought is put towards the Truthlayers, they are merely the tool by which Veritas Res operates, and whilst he treats them properly, he shows no true compassion for any one identity, only a singular purpose. The myriad mysteries that he holds silenced from the world, the extent of his knowledge, makes legion diplomacy difficult in his presence, and as such, most would notably prefer to do as little of it as possible with him. Though his straight-forward approach in all things doesn't help many keep their distance for long, especially in times of war. As such, complicated is the best suited word.

Legion-Imperial Army Dynamics: The Legion does not hold any truly noteworthy relationships with the soldiers of men and the mortal in general. This being said, he treats all units under his wing with the same degree of respect unrelated to whether they be immortal or mortal. The Truthlayer warmachine is one which does not stop, and as such, to work, it maintains all elements of the engine with equal care. Apothecaries aiding humans is not unheard of, and melding of organization can occur if warranted. The battle stratagem of the Truthlayers put all things, living or dead, into equality. As such, he has become the saviour patron of some regiments, and the doomsayer of others, and even in the various corners of the Imperial Army barracks, he is a contested character for gossip.

Legion-Mechanicum Dynamics: The Truthlayer legion has strong ties with a major forgeworld in distant proximity from Star-Harbour and is supplied through it and its 8 serf-forgeworlds. Whilst Veritas Res and the Truthlayers may uphold the Imperial Truth and raze in its name, they have developed friendly relations over the past 150 years, now providing a worthwhile partnership. Thanks to the importance the legion places of information coordination technologies, and Terminator Armour variance, The Forgeworld of Mortisimo and its serf-planets are now valued equal in importance as Star-Harbour, and regularly patrol the region under the Planetary-Governor's personal requests. Though only with minor fleets, typically filled with the youngest of the legion, serving as a way for them to accustomize themselves to the culture and rituals of the legion on a 'final voyage' before being allowed into battle.

"The vileness of the Xeno is a plague which is allowed artificial life due to nonsensities."