For character creation I’m thinking of the following, you get to pick any three and I will pick the rest. Let me know if you think there should be any other headings or options.
So.... here’s the premise for an idea I might work on drumming up on further detail if I get a bit of interest.
4 or so characters awaken groggily onboard a spaceship. Standard alien abduction. Little to no memory of themselves or their past, just brief flashes which I will hand out. But!!! The big bit is that your oppressors/ captors are gone or dead. A few of you might recall some vague interactions with them but they are no more. You have an immensely huge and alien spacecraft all you yourselves with no idea how to pilot or control it, oh and it is still travelling through space.
There will be encounters and secrets both from within and from without the spaceship (aka your new home) as you slowly learn or redifine who you are.
Coincidentally born in Australia, most of his life was spent in the colonies. Growing up he traveled around a lot due to his fathers job and position in the U.N.S.C.
Like his father and his fathers father, Howell was born to serve and fly. He enlisted as soon as he could and with a natural talent he followed in the steps of his idols before him. He dedicated his life to the space core and aimed excessively high, reaching for every rank he could obtain as he followed the expectations laid out before him.
Suddenly he took a little veer to the path laid out before him, slowly having grown tired of the ever looming shadow cast by his families name he applied for an early promotion on an exploration mission.
He would go where his fathers had not. He would make his own name.
His family, including his grandad were all against the idea and scolded him for giving up the bright opportunity of following his fathers path. It was only his younger sister, studying to be a medical professional, who raised concern due to the worry of what might happen out there and if he should ever return. But his mind was made up. He was determined and nothing could stop him when his mind was made. He would take what ever position he could.
Oh’len felt pity for those around him who couldn’t see in the way he could. For all those that didn’t know the aura of this Artefact above them, this miniature sun, in the same way he could. There were patterns within patterns and colours of colours swelling from its core and emanating out brightly in the likes that even his eyes had never before seen and they burst forth to coalesce further in new ways of unfathomable brilliance. It held a wild harmony in its own completely unique and unpredictable way. A string of sorrow tugged on the man’s heart as Ohl’en realised he could never really truly talk about or share it with anyone. It would be like trying to discuss one of the most complex pieces produced by the greatest orchestra with a deaf man. For as far as he knew, no one else had eyes like him, which in times had caused him to question if what he sees is reality or pure insanity. It had definitely sounded like insanity to those of whom he tried to describe it too. But that wasn’t a conundrum to solve right now.
Realising he had lost time to the hypnotic light, Ohl’en quickly packed away his briefcase of high tech gadgets and sensors that he had been using to get some readings and research on the power core, then rushed off to meet Orion waiting nearby the entrance to the club.
”Guess it’s time to go meet Gnabik.” Oh’len told his acquaintance without apologising for his tardiness. His brows furrowed as he stepped towards the archway and was enveloped by the thudding bass and strobing lights.
Sorry it’s taking so long. Please feel free to have a look at my incomplete ramblings and let me know if anything needs to change.
Vel’Rahsia is a land primarily of thick forest’s and long winding rivers. Its southern most oceanic border consists of a natural raised rock face and jagged cliffs. Cutting through the middle of the land running three quarters of the way to its northern borderline is the great river Vel. The space beyond that is the dark swampy marshlands known as ‘the deep mist’. At its northern edges the land starts to rise and gives way to few hills.
Equal distance east and west two more smaller rivers run inland from the corner of its ocean border. The twins known as Skaya & Vuyk. These are just over half the length of Vel and more winding. Skaya on the west is shorter and ends in a fork.
For most part, the current land of Vel’Rahsia was considered part of Valencia. The exact border line sway back and forth over time but never receded back beyond the natural forming defence line of great river Vel until ....
The capital is located in the heart and center of the province. Once a fortified dock on the river it built naturally over time. None more than during the years when Valencia owned all to the west and Tollon Rahsia was granted that to the east. The river acting as a divider it sprouted into two seperate cities for a time, defending from even each other before eventually being reunited.
To the north east beyond the river Vuyk is Tohn. In times of war it acted as a rally point and forward war camp of Valencia. It still holds the tall lookout towers reaching out above the trees. After Sera withdrew and Valencia’s influence spread, it was less important and given to the tribesmen as a way of pushing them further away from the Holy empire of Valencia and the river Vel. It was named after Tollon and Sephia’s first son who died as a general fighting for Valencia.
136: Over 100 years after Gideon’s crucifixion, amongst the throws of war, a small alliance was born. The records are unclear if it was a marriage of passion and forbidden love or simply that of a political nature, needs and necessity. Unification.
For their own reasons, speculation states the sense of impending doom, rumours have it as a disagreement with the king of Caliphate.
Either way Tollon a leader of southern tribesman married the holy duchess Sephia, descendant of Gideon’s own disciples. His men were granted the forest land around the great river Vel. Not only did they bring great knowledge of ship building but also none other could defend the forest like them. It was a good trade. At the time.
137: first son was born 139: second son born 142 third son born still born 149: First son dies in war first daughter is born Sephia dies in childbirth 150: Caliphate withdraws
156: Tension grows around Vel as the tribesmen are no longer needed and Sephia isn’t present to rule them.
172: East of the great river Vel the forward camp is turned into a capital city, Named after Tollon’s first son, Tohn, and the tribesmen are pushed east of the river.
193:
200: Valencia spreads across the north
220: As Valencia cemented it’s hold on the Northen lands, it no longer needed
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Name: Vel’Rahsia RahVel - central Tohn- east camp Dehl’ru - deep mist Vicar - south wall
Oh’len nodded appreciatively back to Orion, both for his service and advice. He gave him that familiar yet friendly odd stare before speaking his decision on the matter, always proper he spoke elegantly with his formal diplomatic tongue. ”E-Rade’s lounge sounds like it could be either of those places that’s why I’d like you to come with me. It’s a risk but I have a small job there. While I could say I need the contacts and connections this opportunity offers, which is true if it holds such things, the truth is I am too curious to turn it down, even if I have a bad feeling about this.”
Oh’len whips open his jacket and in the brief flash that his hip holster was exposed, a gun flew straight into it from the table nearby before the fabric could fall back down in place and conceal its presence. Oh’len spoke once again as if his psychic display was mundane. Although he knew it was not.
”I don’t like such things and am not trained in their use.” He said speaking of the gun. ”but every negotiation has its tool. I would still appreciate your assistance. The payment is yours but if we get the chance, the relic is mine. Nothing can compromise our first mission though, my brother remains our priority.
Oh’len had given him a choice yet was speaking with a hefty confidence as if Orion had already given him an answer. Vaskians...
Oh’len would reply to the message and organise an approximate time for their meeting. He would quickly study up on the happenings around Jurroc III. (If told about it he will study the drive booster too.) Next he familiarises himself with local customs and searches for information on their meeting place and surrounding area. The whole process had a nostalgic familiarity of an old life and old job.
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