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I'm a generally chill gremlin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.

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Your map's great! I can see the attention to detail. It looks great, and I can't wait to explore it and all the thought you've put into it.




Oooh~! Nice nice, I look forward to seeing it. Thanks a ton ahead of time!

Hmm, maybe I'll whip up a zero post at some point... For the benefit of others who want to read.

I did see a flood of people when I first opened up, so if any of those folks are still around, hello!

I suppose having at least some of the info handy right in the thread might be nice, too.
The New Terran council had heard and understood Lyra's concerns, regarding the galaxy at large. Without some kind of guidance, she couldn't find the belief in the rest of civilized space to not repeat its mistakes and shortcomings of an age past. For all the same reasons as before, life would be toppled, perhaps with no recovery to be made the second time around. However, before they could reach out to the rest of the galaxy, they needed the resources and manpower to do so. They also needed to secure their own space against the remnants of ancient evil still lurking amongst the stars, and the evils of civilization against itself. Evil would weaken their overall strength by turning that strength and dedication against others.
The powers of Terra watched the cosmos with a new material that powered a new way of life. A crystal formed from hardened, crystalized energy; the substance responded to the presence and the will of life, absorbing the ambient energies of life to grow. Some of the few satellites still in orbit from the old days were modified with crystalline arrays. These arrays, as they carefully scanned the sky, detected a voice come into being. The stellar seers on Terra traced the voice back to a planet in a nearby system that showed energy traces consistent with early civilization, so the decision was made to send Terra's yet burgeoning fleet to the area.
The primary objective would be to establish contact with the civilization on the planet in question, as well as update the fleet and Terra with local information. The name of their planet and other cultural information regarding nearby celestial bodies would be especially valued for navigational purposes; local culture itself would be interesting, but ultimately unimportant, unless major philosophical differences forced an issue. Hopefully, the operation to establish contact would be able to see agreeable local politics flourish to a leadership position. Their criteria were not strict; enable freedom, respect life, embrace diversity.

"So, basically, be chill." Lyra looked over the list Jesse had brought to her attention. Her finger flicked across a hologram display, dragging lines of a briefing summary across the display like one of those license agreements from some of Jesse's old games. She hadn't removed them to preserve authenticity, which Lyra could understand. "Don't culture shock them, don't be obnoxious, blah blah blah. Did they forget I have a tail, am I supposed to blend in? Maybe that's the point…" she knew she could handle herself, especially now, but it still irked her to get treated like an extra variable. "Jesse, would you remind me to drill the mission director about this later?" She received a positive chime in response.
Lyra's landing craft came in low over the ocean. She was supposed to land overnight, in the forest by the foot of the mountains. They'd traced the voice to a lake in the mountains, she was to hike her way through the mountains to find the source, likely in a settlement. The continent she was landing on had a temperate disposition, filled with plains, forests, and mountains, without any desert or tundra regions, though certain extreme mountain heights saw snow.
The craft itself was a large mass of energy crystal interwoven with living wood and some bits of old era ship, like the cockpit Lyra sat in. A lot of the old systems had been replaced with new equipment, but it felt familiar to look at, at least. The propulsion came from a flared crystal formation at the back of either side of the ship. Crystal grew over the metal nose of the cockpit, coming to a point at the front. The craft was a blend of old technology and this new crystal wizardry. She wasn't sure what to make of it herself, but Jesse understood the new stuff pretty well.
The combination of crystal, metal, and wood touched down in its predesignated forest clearing and began to undergo changes. It began working the large crystal mass into the ground, even as Lyra disembarked. Slowly, carefully. The living wood crawled over the surface of the crystal and into the ground, manipulating the dirt to guide the semi-translucent blue mass down into the roots below.
"That's pretty cool…" Lyra took a moment to appreciate the enchantments at work. The ship had been engineered specifically to plant a certain kind of tree in the location it landed. Afterward, there would be a personal craft left over for her to use. "Jesse." Certain branches had formed a descent ramp for Lyra, she turned and waited for her fairy companion to emerge from the crystal and join her as she descended them. She wore her denim sundress with her "summer cut" flight suit underneath, as well as one of the light tactical display visors she'd been provided. She had been given a certain amount of equipment she could share with a small group, if necessary, but she was supposed to avoid that. The single flight pack she'd been provided also sat on her back. It was a decently small, white, very rounded box with seams of exposed Aevon. The sides would open up and extend as rigid wings, feathered with crystalline channels for thrust.

"You're sure there's nobody around who's gonna shoot at me…?" Lyra folded her arms, someone back home had warned her about going into no-fly zones. Jesse conferred with the sensors in the ship, and the crystal it was still connected to, before giving Lyra HUD a thumbs up. "Cool."
Without further ado, the flight pack opened and the crystal feathers glowed before carrying Lyra up through a gap in the trees and toward the mountain. Jesse maintained a navigational waypoint for her, guiding her on her bounding path. She didn't want to push the pack too hard, they weren't engineered for someone past a metamorphosis. They were still figuring out how to engineer higher capacity.

She crested a mountain pass and found herself overlooking the lake in question. Her wing pack folded back up as she started descending into the valley, wondering how she was going to go about introducing herself to the local populace. "I can't just ask them 'hey, who's got one of these', can I?"
Unlikely.
Right. People were probably a little more guarded than that. She flicked her large fennec ears idly as she thought. They were fun to flick and flop around, and she felt really cute doing it…
You're having fun.
"Maybe, so what?" Lyra huffed playfully at Jesse, turning her chin up in mock scorn. "You're just jealous I'm so adorable now."
Jesse jingled bemusedly in response, sitting herself in the dusty brown fur of her companion.
It's good to hear you're feeling better. Keep taking care of yourself.
Trinity Algretto
Fenixtear Guild Hall



Well, the facade she put up on her way in was shakey at best, after all, of course Ria saw through it. "Yeah, I'll get a drink. Thanks." It would probably be best to talk about it with someone from the guild, anyway. As much as she really just wished that fatass would disappear, she knew he wouldn't.

Another voice, a greeting and an introduction, brought her out from her thoughts. "Ah, mornin', Ronan. I'm Trinity. I, uh... Damn, it's morning still? I feel a little weird getting a drink, but," she thought about it as she rolled behind the bar, giving a shudder and deciding, yes, she definitely wanted a drink. "Do you want anything while I'm back here?" She found herself a nice Kingdom Stout, strong and malty sweet, and whatever Ronan might have asked for, as she came back around.

Trinity plopped herself into a seat, letting the energy of her Roller Boots dissipate into nothing. She took a little bit if that energy to make the dremel she'd used to free herself earlier, staring at it. Bard's Legerdemain wouldn't have been able to free her from ropes. She should be grateful... She popped the bottle open with the dremel and extended the favor to Ronan before letting the dremel disappear, as well. She didn't need to pour her problems into the newest guild members, so maybe she should make some small talk, "I have a hard time telling who's new or not, but I know I haven't seen you around before. You just joined?" She sipped, taking a moment to savor the flavor of the beer she'd picked out. It was a good one.


Regan Hadou
Wolven Pure Guild Hall

@Lunarlord34@Cello@Raijinslayer


It had been some time since she'd worked in a proper kitchen like this. With extra hands all around her, even. "My guild master would love to meet you, madam Olga. He's a more skilled chef than I, though he also tends to be more... Orthodox." As she shut the oven with the baked goods inside. Zhulie was peering inside with all obvious enthusiasm, and Regan joined her for a moment. "Twenty minutes, or five more."

As Olga, Regan was interrupted by a certain, recently familiar stench entering the kitchen. For her, it was punctuated by the elder cook scolding the offender. She watched and appreciated the boy get reprimanded and fed in the same turn, before he retreated toward herself and Zhulie, probably to lick his social wounds in agreeable company.

Not that he would find it here. Gross indeed, Zhulie. "Get your stench out of the kitchen before it infests..." she trailed off, hearing the commotion from outside the kitchen. She moved to the door of the kitchen, just in time to hear a particular sentiment, "please, you have to get him back."

She listened through Meredith's briefing, glanced at Olga apologetically, and turned to Bullet, putting a hand on his shoulder, "hey. You're the type that would throw in, despite your injuries, right? Guess what, you need to rest. I'll go for you. Wash up before your stink ruins my baked goods and keep the darling company." Speaking of, Regan called over, "remember, Zhulie, twenty minutes, maybe five more." Really, she was just relieved that the only thing left to do was take them out. It would be best if they were fresh when eaten, though. Twenty four minutes, huh...? That might be tough.

As she left the kitchen, she was making a few adjustments to her equipment and person. She took her sword from its travel position on her back and moved it to her hip, easier to draw, and shortened her pony tail with a bun. She found a familiar face, and approached, "Lady Manami, I'm glad I could catch you. I will assist my gracious hosts, if you would allow me." She wasn't sure which squad she should fold in to. It sounded like either could benefit from her help, but perhaps they had mages that we better suited for one or the other? Then again, she'd have a hard time asking a direwolf for information, maybe she'd be better off beating up poachers for potential info.
I'm just sad we don't have any Goron or Zora friends in here.
Nabooru's face, even if she could be seen underneath the armor, wouldn't have betrayed much of anything. There was no expression. She could only do as commanded, and she resisted too much to be given room to think on her own. No, best to keep a tight leash until later, when more work can be done. The spirited woman would use any leeway she could.

The sight of a once prosperous town in flames hurt. She would have cried, had she the freedom. Why this destruction? There was no gain in this, not even a thief would be happy. But her orders were not to be disobeyed, she charged with her sisters into the town, cutting down the men that were only trying to protect something.

Her heart ached. She tried her best not to think about what her body was doing without her.

~~~

"My Liege! Fighting in the streets! Monsters and Gerudo march on the castle! The Gorons drum for war!"

"No... Evacuate the citizens! We must save as many lives as we can!" He felt so helpless, but it wasn't like he could do much, himself, anyway. Much too fat. Though, he could at least move closer...

Sploooooosh

The Zora King sloshed into the pool below him, making his way to the nearest cove, so he could see things himself. His messengers would not have to travel so far, either.

"It is true..."

~~~

Darunia had retrieved his drums and his hammer. Not the megaton, oh no. That was kept in the temple. This one was good, too, however. He didn't wait for his brothers as he drummed out an aggressive march. As he descended the mountain, more drums joined him, echoing out to their brothers down range. The first horn sounded. Some of his brothers rolled past him as he descended. And so the Goron came.

When he could feel the drums beneath his feet, he began to roll himself.

My Brother!

He would charge the gate himself! His blood told him to see his sworn brother! As he made his way to the head of the pack, he saw them begin to raise the drawbridge. That wouldn't stop him! He barreled through their front lines, stopping for nothing, as he launched himself off of the bridge guide, on the side. He spun his spikes through the chain and shattered it, causing the other chain on the bridge to overload and break, as well. With the bridge lowered permanently, he continued to charge toward the castle. He could hear the drums, even now. Why did they sound so forboding to him?

As he approached the castle, he saw something that shook him. He unfurled for a moment and turned to see... Impa, and little Zelda? Fleeing the castle? He went right back to rolling, ever more urgency behind him.

My Dear Brother!

~~~

Hilda lifted her head from her work. She heard something in the distance... Some kind of beat. Drums? The Goron's drums? She'd only heard them as a child, near the end of the last war... They didn't sound like this, then. All able hands were supposed to report to the checkpoint, so she left her work and went to report. She'd hitch a ride on somebody's wagon, on the way.

When she got there, things were chaos. She caught words like Gerudo, and Castle Town, and fire. None of that sat well, and nobody really seemed to know what to do. She could see the smoke from where she stood. After some hesitation, the young lady armed herself with a spear before leaving. The militia office had more of them, and they were cheaper to make, anyway. She kept the wrapping in the point, telling herself it was just a walking stick as she left. It'd be something she'd want anyway, for the mountain road to Castle Town.
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