Cyber Mama

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The Pantheon

Malathrack's throne is one of the last to be filled. It stands gloriously by itself, much larger than what one would consider average sized. This would be due to her features of abnormal size and design. Elaborate stonework is the base of the throne with glorious detailing featuring the head piece. Unfortunately for the admirers of the Pantheon the finer details are concealed beneath a very neat and tightly woven sheath of silk. Her throne has no life, no interpretations, just her comfort and taste in mind.
Time passes slowly and Malathrack descends from the Pantheon's abyssal ceiling from a rope of her own making. Her eight legs which wear plates of ever changing colours all meeting around the web and slowly lower her to her throne. Upside down and hands free, she suspends herself just above the afore mentioned throne and turns about before extending a hand to retrieve her harp. One of the passing angels hands it to her and allows her to settle into her throne. Her many eyes seek and locate all that gather before the Queen of underground.

"Ahh, yet again the Queen of Mud shows off her depraved body." Malathrack whispers to her instrument, strumming lightly the chords of her harp. The dress sense of the two goddesses were very different. Malathrack's dress sense was more lady-like in the sense that she often wore elaborate gowns tailored by herself or those she blessed as her servants. Out of politeness Malathrack allows Miralis to finish her speech. Quietly chuckling to herself at the arrogance and cockiness of the goddess who claims the underground as her domain. Only the insane would consider themselves more powerful than Maximus. To her, no one could surpass Maximus' abilities and the notion that a god could was so abstract. "So...if no one objects I will be the first to show you , the race that will dominate all others. I present you...The Unders!" Malathrack laughs once more. This time it's audible enough for the entire Pantheon to hear. "The Queen of filth proclaiming herself most successful? Now I've heard everyth-" however her mockery of Miralis is cut short as four conjured beasts appear before them all. The hideousness of these beasts from a goddess that prides herself on seduction. It not only repulses Malathrack but baffles her. How could she hold these abominations up to be her pride and joy? Regardless they must be stopped before they cause chaos. Her fingers ready upon the chords of her harp but find themselves pointlessly positioned as these glorified worms run into an invisible barrier.

Malathrack stands from her throne and calls out to Miralis, "You can't be serious! You bring mortal beasts to OUR domain?! Have you gone insane in Maximus' absence or are you obsessed with destroying everything for a second time?! Is there no place better that we can show them? Can we not design soil for their feet before we breathe life into them?" Her voice is wrought with rage at first but is quick to tone down as she strains to respect the purpose of their calling. Playing it off as disgust, she silently screams at the nerve of someone to not only imply that they and the other gods could be more powerful than their father but to then bring mortal beings into the presence of the pantheon.. Her clawed fingers tighten on the harp and all eight eyes cut through the air like daggers, sinking into the very essence that is Miralis.
@Ashevelendar

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@Ashevelendar Will other players be able to join in as the story/roleplay progresses or is this it for the entirety of the nation builds?

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Aaaaaaaaand done. I look forward to when this RP starts.

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Malathrack, She who inspires:

Malathrack, The Web Singer, The Inspirer

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Domain: Bravery, the Hunt, Obsession, Success

Alignment: Neutral-Evil
Personality: Goddess of the hunt and bestow-er of strength in all forms. She offers shelter to those blessed with her image. Arguably one of the most active gods in the realm, she believes there must be blood for blood and that what is taken must be given in time. In addition, her jealousy is unlike that of any other god in the sense that she desires all to worship her. Nothing may be wasted as it would offend her.

Method of Worship: Preferred patrons- The Web Singer is a primarily race worshipped goddess but has been worshipped by those of a more hungry appetite for success. Her blessings and presence range from all forms of bravery to all forms of strength. The bard that sings the best of songs or the chief that owns the most territory often are seen as her preferred subjects. That said, she isn't exclusive to those that are successful or blood thirsty. She is akin to a wish giver in the sense that she helps the obsessions of those that worship her to come true.
Offerings- Among those that worship her, prayer and sacrifices are proclaimed as vital. This is true to a degree. From every obsession taken from another in death, she can grow stronger. Like a goblet half full of wine, she always seems calm with what she has and yearns for more. By helping those that feed her she can obtain greater feeds and larger numbers. However, the sacrifices don't always extend directly to lives. If it were a successful hunt, her faithful must leave the heart behind for the earth to consume once more. If a bard created a beautiful melody, he must play it for her before anyone else or leave a portion of his earnings behind to help someone else's desires.
Places of worship- The Websinger's ideal shrine is within the heart of the greedy or the minds of the honourable. She requires no temple as all who worship her are in their own way a temple. Prayers consist of asking her for what it is you seek and thanking her without receiving your obsession.
Race she made: Arachine, light meddling in arachnids.

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Arachine

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Race Name: Arachine
Description of the race: The Arachine are a unique race in their outward appearance. The most eye catching feature of the Arachine would be their entirely different physiques from what the global norm may be. Rather than appearing as a solid flowing creature, one half abruptly ends where the other begins. They possess the torso and pelvic region of a human but their body branches of from where the average buttocks would be into the abdomen and thorax of a spider would be. This strange design is astonishing as it also means they possess both reproductive system of an average humanoid and the reproductive system of the average arachnid.
They come in a variety of colours which might astound the other races they come across. These colours are often dark and provide a form of camouflage to allow for easier hunting of their prey. The main colours of the Arachine's spider lower sections are often black or brown with a second colour combination. This does change however at a rapid rate if a member of the Arachine species is exposed to extremely cold or hot climates such as mountain peaks or desert plains. Their fur will go a paler colour in cold environments and will take a more golden wash in hotter environments. This allows them to achieve the best they can for hunting as many of them rely on ambush methods to successfully hunt.
The upper section of the average Arachine holds a grey skin but has occasionally been known to come in pale blues or dark browns. Again, their colouring all depends on their environment. They possess only two arms which seem mostly ineffective as they only reach comfortably mid way down the femur of their front two legs. Facial wise they only possess two eyes but hold them to be a much smaller size. These eyes also reflect light, making them seem a golden colour but giving them a form of night vision in exchange for a lack of colour.

Strengths: The Arachine have the most versatile reproductive system and thus would deem it to be their ultimate strength as they rely heavily on large numbers in combination with stealth tactics. In addition, the Arachine can climb near vertical surfaces with ease and naturally lay their own web snares to hunt prey easily. These web snares are naturally adhesive and rely on the prey to struggle which allows them to get themselves tangled more in the webs, making it impossible for an escape. (Not impossible to leave, just impossible for the common deer to struggle its way out.)

Weaknesses: The Arachine's greatest weakness is in their armour. They lack any form of natural armour short of skin/fur and thus are easily damaged in combat. Pinpoint pressure can cause serious amounts of damage. In addition, their complicated set of internal organs are more likely to cause fatal injuries if ruptured. Making them easier to kill in individual combat scenarios if the Arachine fails to achieve the drop on their target.

Economy/Industry: Arachine are an urban species that rely on tight compact areas. They delve more into the finer things in life than the requirements of life. They produce large amounts of silk and if trading with another group is a must, would offer instruments and silk fabrics for clothing.

Buildings:
The Webwork- The Webwork is the Queen's seat. The Arachine can be located in any region but the queen will always take a position underground where she can lay may series of webs for detection. The webwork is the web series that expands over the entire region of her hive/colony and when touched allows her to direct her hive. All structures of the hive/colony MUST be connected to the Queen's webwork. If they aren't, the structure can be confused as rival and may be torn down.
The Hatchery- As the name would imply, this is a 'building' where the eggs are nurtured and hatched. The design itself is unlike the other Arachine structures as this structure is placed on a ceiling surface. Often maintained by the lighter Arachine, web slings hang from the the ceiling web net and hold up to five bunches of eggs at one given time (7 eggs in a bunch). Once hatched they will either be fed and raised to full maturity or, if deformed, will be killed and used as food for the other hatchlings.
The Eyes- A strange structure of the Arachine, the eyes operate as both bunks for guarding Arachine and phone lines for hunters/gatherers. The eyes are located externally to the hive and usually find themselves in strange locations that are well concealed. These locations can be used to send web vibrations back and forth from Queen to guard or collectors to Queen.
Method of making more of their kind: The Arachine lay eggs in general but can produce live birth if they are the last of their species in a specific area. These half Arachine tend to be abnormal creatures and look nothing like either race but do possess many traits of both. The race they breed with has to be humanoid to some degree as they cannot breed with a common elk and expect a child.

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Wonderful! I'll begin to create a character sheet and once done, I'll run it by the GM to ensure it meets all standards.

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This seems interesting. You guys recruiting right now?

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

Dean Joseph Victoria Harbit

Dean flicks from the Jedi to the Spartan who called herself Savaymin. Striding up confidently in her armour was something he could respect even if she was a spartan. However, the moment her hands pried that helmet off he remembers why he dislikes her and most Spartans. Those eyes and their flamboyant, unruly behaviour. It almost made him sick. In Dean's mind, humans are only allowed to look one way. Savaymin was an exception to what his standard human was and thus she causes him to tick. She continues talking and Dean's eyes, as usual in her presence, become fixated on her teeth. Those unholy teeth. Dean shakes his head and returns to surveying.

Waiting for the admiral's arrival was a lengthy process but usually she made haste in a high pressure situation. The cogs of his mind begin to turn and a number of questions flow in and out like waves to a beach. As always with thought, he mumbles the questions to himself. He used the polite chatter of the Spartans he so greatly despises as a moment to calculate. "Is she not concerned by this?" the words slip under his breath. Though likely inaudible they were definitely in the air. Dean's eyes scan the area once more. He goes to listen back in on the conversation in time to hear Savaymin's final remark. "Not many people, even among our kind, are as dignified and well mannered as you are. But then again I live my life alongside a group of rowdy soldiers so what would I know?" Many of those rowdy soldiers were members of his security crew and he knew it. He offers a quiet growl before reaching a hand out to the Jedi's shoulder. He gives a light tap and a polite nod. "I do hope you enjoy your time here." He turns to Savaymin and speaks in a less polite tone but does try to keep it formal in the presence of the Jedi ambassadors. "Spartan, I'm heading to the bridge to retrieve the admiral. Please keep an eye on the ambassadors and ensure that their every need is met." His hand moves with speed up to his forehead in a salute and before she can reply he makes his way down the hall.

His boots make loud bangs as he storms his way to the bridge. His respect for the admiral was high but not high enough to justify her avoiding the ambassadors presence. These 'Jedi' were potentially dangerous and pairing them with the Spartans just struck Dean as a bad move. He begins to rehearse his conversation with the admiral on the way over. He waits until he's in the elevator to the next floor before starting however as he doesn't wish to be considered weird. "Pantera Faye, admiral of the UNSC Solar winds, your presence is needed in the mess hall. I am going to accompany your sorry ass down there because I can't trust you to do a damn thing on your own. Jesus Christ it's like you get a kick out of being late and sloppy!" The doors of the lift open and he returns to his march in order to recover the admiral for the meeting.

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

I believe it's a safe assumption to dub Nivi as a drop out for the rest of this RP (however long that may be). That said, I feel she should always be given the right the jump back in if she so wishes so killing the admiral may be a last resort if we can't figure out any other way to progress the plot. I will be posting a reply now that I can and I hope that this RP doesn't die as I've found it somewhat enjoyable up until this point.

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

I have told Nivi on Skype to reply to which I received the word "fine" as a response. So hopefully we should be able to get a reply sometime soon....

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

Hey guys. Since it's father's day weekend I won't be able to reply quickly or at all. I apologise if this inconveniences anyone but chances are that it won't since I don't reply often anyway.