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Edwin of Britannia

Prince Edwin of Britannia

_{"Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."Alfred Tennyson}

Edwin Harold Drakewine

Nickname: Ed

Birth date and age: 26 April (17)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

In Depth Appearance:
Edwin stands at a 6', slightly shorter than his 6'1 father; He is not exceptionally strong though he is physically fit, courtesy of his training with the household guard, as is tradition for the heir. He has inherited the typical brown hair and eyes of the Drakewine family. His hair refused to be made neat and by this point he has pretty much given up on ever taming it, much to his fathers chagrin. Outside of occasions, he typically dresses 'smart casual', never dressing too casually. On special occasions however, such as when away on important affairs, he wears full military dress as is customary for male members of royal family, who typically have positions within the military. The bright colours of his uniform stand in stark contrast to his usually dull clothing and he has a strong air of authority around him on these occasions.
He has a deep scar along the back of his right hand that was caused by an accident while learning to ride a bike as a child, and has a small scar along his right shoulder which was caused by a fencing accident.

Personality:

• Curious • Stubborn • Intellectual • Ambitious •

Edwin is a scholarly man, as is the tradition of the British Emperor. He frequently visits the Imperial Library which spans many texts, with thousands of gigabytes worth of electronic documents filed. He has spent excessive amounts of time in this place, enjoying books and reading more than most.
Edwin was raised as a "true emperor of Britain", taught not to give in to the demands of others. Edwin has taken this somewhat to heart; He typically stands his ground firmly in arguments and negotiations. He is willing to concede defeat should his point be proven wrong in debate and is willing to forge agreements if need be, but typically he doesn't budge.
He is motivated primarily by his desire to be a great leader; Britannia has a very impressive history with many stand out Emperors and Empresses... And like any great nation, it also has a lot of mostly forgotten rulers. Edwin would far prefer to be the former.
Beneath this apparent confidence however, lies a fearful teenager. He is almost self loathing, thinking of himself as being incompetent and weak. This doubt drives him to overcompensate at everything his does; nothing he does is ever good enough, it always fall short of what he was aiming for. Truth be told, even when he achieves a goal, he always finds something wrong with the way he did it.

Likes:

• Books
• Order
• History
• Drawing
• Outsmarting or impressing other people
• Puzzles
• Politics

Dislikes:

• Alcohol
• Priests
• Cowards
• The Britannic Union Party
• The Press
• Disorder

Fears:

• Being publically humiliated
• Death
• Heights
• Failing at his duty as the future emperor
• Being forgotten
• Causing the death of someone he cares about

Biography: Heir to the throne of Britannia, the 'Kingdom of Heaven', Edwin's training began practically from the day he was born. His childhood was dominated by his royal status; Order and structure were the name of the game, the schedule being very much the same for the majority of his childhood. What free time he did have was often spent with the same few people, palace life being what it was.
His father was kept away by the demands of running the monolithic empire its self and his mother had died giving birth to his sister when he was only 6. It was inevitable that the boy would find a parental figure in his tutors, namely one Richard Gibbs. Richard was the captain of His Majesty's Household Guard, but doubled as the boys tutor for politics. It was Richard who gave Edwin the confidence he lacked, who taught him how to hold his own in an argument, who actually taught him about the value of responsibility rather than simply commanding him to take it, and showed the world to him.
Shortly before his 16th Birthday, Edwin started a relationship with a middle class girl he had met while spending the night out in the city. Initially, Edwin and Sara's relationship was tolerated by the royal family; Edwin had several short relationship with noble girls by this point and his father assumed that his interest would quickly wane within a few months as was typical for his age. The relationship appeared to be far more stable than any of his previous ones, however, as he had matured quickly as he had approached his coming of age (Ironically due to King Harold's own command to Richard to teach the boy to be more responsible), and as Sara and Edwin's relationship became public knowledge, opinion began to turn on her, seeing her as a social climber due to her lack of noble lineage. Their relationship was quickly broken up by Edwin's father and the two were forbidden from meeting. Naturally, this did little but increase their desire to see each other and the two began to meet in secret, often just outside the castle grounds. Richard humoured Edwin for a while, figuring it best to let the relationship run its natural course and end.
After less than a month had passed, however, the press managed to pick up on the secret relationship and once again there was public outrage about the relationship with a commoner. Sara's family had already been significantly affected by the power of public opinion and on May 11th, Sara reluctantly ended the relationship for the final time. On May 14th, a pair of right wing extremists broke into the family house and killed the entire family; Both daughters, the son, the mother and the father.
Overnight, public opinion did a u-turn. The King declared a period of mourning and initiated a manhunt for the extremists responsible upon there arrest had them prosecuted swiftly. They were sentenced to life imprisonment and are currently held in an undisclosed location.
Edwin was guilt stricken and inconsolable, blaming himself for Sara's death. It was the first time the cold hard reality of having ones life be almost entirely public truly hit him; He had known it would cause problems to be sure, but he never knew that it could have such severe consequences. He locked himself in his room and remained in there for three days before Richard finally convinced him to come back out to attend the funeral. He became something of a recluse, fearful of forming connections with others in order to protect himself from losing people. To this day he blames himself for the deaths of the family and is excessively cautious with his movements, distrusting the press above all else. Less than a few months after this tragic event, Edwin's father began to search for a potential betrothal for his son, entering talks with several prominent families within and without the kingdom. Edwin was understandably furious and left the palace entirely for two weeks before his sister convinced him to return and speak to his father. After a long conversation, Edwin finally agreed to go through with the plan.

Theme Song:
Way to Fall - Starsailor
_{Son
You'd better take it all
They'll tell you what is yours
But they'll take mine}
Face claim: Lyndon Davies

_{"Do I feel good about this meeting? No, I don't. Its not just nerves either. Its very complicated; I half feel like I am doing something wrong, to be honest." Prince Edwin Drakewine}

Empire of Britannia

The Empire Of Britannia

_{"Deus Vult." National Motto}

Kingdom Colors: White and Red
King and Queen:
Emperor Harold

The Tomb of Empress Juliana
What the Kingdom is Known For: Riches and fortune, Centuries of bloody history, an extremely long lived royal family, 'The Kingdom of Heaven'
Kingdom History: The Empire of Britannia is a long standing empire that spans vast tracts of land. Theirs is a proud history, filled with military conquests and defences against the odds, littered with great heroes such as Ealdwulf the Hammer ("Protector of the Faith", the monarch responsible for many of the initial holy wars against the Caliphates in the middle east, Ealdwulf had a remarkable record considering the muslim rulers typically had more soldiers than he did.) Harold the Conqueror ("Lord of the Three Empires", the first British King to claim land in India. Despite the title, Harold did not really conquer much territory when compared to other kings) and Catheryn the Wise (The queen who outwitted the Byzantine Emperor and put the final nail in the coffin of the Byzantine Empire, managed to end the near constant stream of rebellions within Arabia. Despite this, she is probably best known for a folk story of her winning a theological argument with the Pope in order to secure her daughter a divorce from an abusive Polish duke, a story which became immortalised in British folktales.)

How the Drakewine family came to the throne involves a political alliance between two houses and a bloody struggle for the throne in the wake of the Norman's unsuccessful invasion in 1066. Suffice it to say that the Drakewine family was on the throne by 1072.

The Empire has its origins in the crusades of the late 1000's, when the English joined Pope Innocent VII crusade to reclaim Jerusalem. For their efforts in the crusades, the English monarchy was rewarded with the Crown of Jerusalem. The English, however, must have half wished they had never received it; Almost annually, the muslim caliphs called Jihads against the occupying English, forces vast amounts to be spent on maintenance of the holy land. The English may have been pushed out entirely were it not for a second crusade; The Seljuk had seized Anatolia from the Byzantines, and the Christian world was once again up in arms. Once more, the English were rewarded greatly for their efforts, earning the crown of Anatolia. With their powerbase in the east effectively doubled, the English began a series of holy wars against the Muslims. Over the course of 180 years, the Islamic nations would be slowly pushed out of the middle east as the English and later the British expanded their eastern holdings into a full fledged Empire.
The Empire of Britannia its self formed in the 1100's. The English had seized control of Scotland and Wales and officially formed the empire. With a few well placed bribes, the majority of the Irish lords swore allegiance. Only Connacht resisted all efforts. In 1103, it would be invaded and seized by the British; The count was deposed and the second son of a duke from England was installed in his place.
By 1250, the British controlled an immense volume of land; The Byzantines had slowly been whittled down by the British and their Croatian allies until the British had finally seized total control in 1213. The Islamic middle east was slowly but surely giving way to Catholicism. The Seljuk and Fatimid were all but destroyed following the final major holy wars in 1233 and 1239 respectively. In 1242, the college of cardinals was over half British, though by 1261 the British presence in the college of Cardinals had shrunk dramatically. The British crossed blades with almost every neighbouring nation at some point during this period.
The years 1267-1294 were very calm by comparison; The ruler, Ealdulf, was a far less ambitious man than his predecessors and was more than content with what he had. It was only once his grandson ascended to the throne in 1294 that British expansion was again a reality; It was in this period of time that the British began to acquire sections of India; Most of these were only held for a few years at a time, though Punjab was taken by British forces in 1301 and remains held to this very day.
From the years 1337-1363 the Empire entered a period of decline under Henry IV, a controversial monarch who was completely unsuited to the burdens of leadership. He rarely made public appearances and he was generally a weak willed man who was easily manipulated by the nobles on his court. Slowly but surely, the selfish machinations of the nobility eroded away the integrity of the empire, and by Henry's death it had fractured into many parts. The French and Iberian holdings began to break away and the Scandinavian holdings were assaulted by the Norge. Though the French lands were eventually brought back under control and Britannia retained control of some of northern Spain, it's Western European powerbase was greatly diminished.
Henry's son, Richard II, was likewise a poor ruler. The new king, however, caught pneumonia two years into his reign and died. Had Richard continued to rule, many believe the Empire would have declined further still. Whatever the case, fourteen year old queen Edith inherited a nightmarish scenario when she came to the throne. By the time of her death some five decades later, the Empire had been mostly reunited; The remaining two independent duchies would be absorbed back into the empire around the year 1426
The colonialism that arose after this time proved to be a relatively lucrative venture for the Empire; Britannia spread its flags across the indian ocean and established a vast colonial empire in Indonesia, Australia and later East Africa. Though any major territories in the Americas have long since vanished, with the only remnants of the colonialism being a handful of islands in the Bahamas, the expansion eastwards has been more permanent, with Britannia retaining control over Australia by proxy (It is technically its own independent Kingdom, but its monarchs are from a cadet branch of the Drakewine family and typically acquiesce to their demands) and from there exercising considerably influence over the surrounding islands. Their abandonment of their most unprofitable African colonies during the late 19th century inadvertently sparked a period of decolonisation as colonised peoples realised that they could force out their colonial overlords through passive resistance; Before long, the British terminated the last of their colonies in Africa and instead focussed on the prosperity of their territories further to the east.
In the modern day, the Empire is a titanic first world county; Its vast supplies of oil have made it immensely rich. The nation broken down into many different administrative districts along ancient county and ducal lines, in an attempt to manage its vast size and population. This was an ongoing process over many decades; Earlier attempts at breaking the empire down into more manageable chunks created several de jure independent kingdoms such as the Kingdom of Australia, for all intents and purposes puppets of the Crown. With the advent of the internet and near instant communication, the empire has become far more manageable and efficient, a far cry from its 19th century counter part which was characterised by common breakdowns of communication (A common joke claimed that entire countries were lost during filing); though said problem has been fixed, it nonetheless caused considerable damaged the prestige of the nation and even now its commonly brought up to disparage the British.
The nation in the modern day is an economic power house. Its politics are generally left wing, however there is a small but very vocal far right group known as the Britannic Union Party who have become increasingly prominent in recent years, particularly following the increasing secularisation of the British government and monarchy which many conservatives feel to be a shift away from the roots of "The Kingdom of Heaven".
The Current Monarch of the nation is His Imperial Majesty Harold IV of House Drakewine.

Notes: King Harold's picture is Ian McKellen in King Lear. The effigy is of Queen Berengaria

Stardust: A Freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP

The Zap-hanz can eat any aristocrats and robot owners for you if you like. They taste like salt to the space snakes and you have to put some salt on your space fish and chips.

Not sure how stepfords machinery or space marines taste but we can try them if you like.

Also, would you like to buy something from the Erg Rottis astro emporium? Limited time offer; Buy a bulk of product and get an enemy eaten for free!

Are you sure there's no one you want eaten? Not even that annoying guy down the street?

You sure?

Okay then...

Stardust: A Freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP

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"Fucking Neo-Soviets. They're a bunch of revisionist LARPers who like the color red. I'll bet they even have markets!"
-Terran Union, probably.

"That goddamned revisionist Terran Union and their religious freedom! How can they call themselves if the willingly take the opiate of the masses? They're literally Social Democrats!"
-Neo-Soviets, probably.

"Fully automated luxury gay space communism is the only way to go."
-The Federation, Probably.

"Fucking lower races."
-Romans, probably.

"Fuck you, Romans."
-Everyone except for space North Korea, which is too busy incorporating quotes from the Roman emperor into their ideology to remember that communism isn't supposed to be fascism.

Now we just need some space Chinese who practice "socialism with galactic characteristics".

@Keyguyperson

"What are you doing in my swamp nebula?" - Zap-hanz

Stardust: A Freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP

Zap-hanz Erg Nakarz (WIP)

Name of nation: Zap-hanz Erg Nakarz

Species: Zap-hanz

The Zap-hanz are a strange species of aquatic origins that come from the world of Zap-Mkai - but more accurately inhabit the large nebulae (Zap-Var) surrounding it. They start off as small tadpole like creatures in the waters of Zap-Mkai that eventually become something resembling sea slugs once they reach their adolescent phase. Eventually, they grow to be about 6 metres long and a metre wide with four tentacles and at this point are able to respire using a massive range of gasses. They are able now to live independently within Zap-Var it's self and are also fully capable of surviving in many other nebulas and are also fully capable of breathing Oxygen and Carbon dioxide should they need too. They are able to survive extreme temperatures and can pass safely through the atmosphere of some planets. Most of these younger Adult Zap-hanz do not take to the stars independently and instead inhabit cities on Zap-Mkai or other such planets. Eventually, however, they will grow to be extremely large and have no choice but to take to Zap-Var. Elder Zap-Hanz are shockingly large creatures.
An Ancient Zap-hanz is a terrible sight indeed; These monolithic creatures that are many miles in size and 'swim' through space with surprising speed. They are capable of storing vast amounts of resources and thus travelling in the vacuum for extended periods of time and so pods of Ancent Zap-hanz can be found inhabiting a number of gas giants and nebulas 'near' to Zap-var. As they do not stop growing if they have sufficient resources, it is difficult to give accurate "size." The largest Zap-hanz ever recorded was nearly 112 miles long and 64 miles across however very few ancients ever come to be even half this size. Since ancients and elders are typically not standardised and vary wildly in size, armaments and capabilities it is usually best not to try and group them together and place a size label on them.
It is not uncommon for these elders and ancients to be biologically (and sometimes mechanically) altered and many serve as space transports for the younger Zap-hanz and carry both resources and people. Beings employed by the various Zap-hanz militaries typically have armour grafted into their skin and biomechanical weaponry implanted into them. There are many ancients who are several millennia old, if not older.
Despite their impressive size, their eyesight is terrible. Hailing from a world deep within a nebula, their vision was always a secondary sense at best. Likewise, the lack of sound in space meant that their sense of hearing is also very poor. They instead developed a low level psychic field that helps them to sense what is around them and respond with starting speed and accuracy.


A group of elders swarm in unison in a planets surface

Description of government: The Zap-hanz are governed by a council that is composed of the highest ranking members of the Erg Nakarz (Loosely translates to "Great Houses".) These Erg Nakarz govern their affairs with relative independence from each other and the Council rules only on matters deemed to be of extreme importance- Namely, threats to their species or way of life as a whole and various rules governing Nakarz interactions with each other and outsiders. As such, it is entirely possible to be at war with only part of the nation. The council maintains a section of Zap-Var consisting of Zap-Mkai as well as several surrounding systems as a neutral zone. The council employs a small but well trained and equipped elite military to maintain order in this section. This military is recruited directly from within the sector to ensure that they are truly impartial. The houses, great and small, have agreed to abide by restrictions when in this region. The council meets Elgo-Mkai, the massive capital city built in the centre the neutral zone. The council building is situation in the very centre of this city, which is shaped as a pentagon, and the Great Houses have a residence/embassy for their councillors in each of the corners of the city.
Erg Ur: The large house Ur control two fifths of Zap-Var, the most of any of the great houses, however they completely lack external holdings. They are very proud and value order highly and as such typically act as de facto enforcers of the Council's decisions and occasionally mediators in conflicts. It is because of this that they are unpopular with Innavlet and Zexalm, the former of which seeing them as interesting busy bodies and the latter seeing them as a rival.
Erg Innavlet: Regarded as being one of the more insular houses, they care very little for the affairs of others and are very isolationist, typically preferring to be left alone to pursue their own ambitions. Highly individualistic, it's elders bonds with each other is less born of loyalty and allegiance (Indeed, Innavlet's members are infamous for backstabbing each other to rise to prominence) and more simply a union to prevent others from poking their nose where it does not belong. It controls around a fifth of Zap-Var and several peripheral gas giants
Erg Zexalm: The warlike house Zaxalm hold a fifth of Zap-Var and much of the nearby smaller nebulas of Zap-Gnis and Zap-Thel. They advocate aggressive expansion and this is unsurprisingly the reason for their quick acquisition of nearby external nebulas. They are a proud and orthodox house, valuing bravery and loyalty over pragmatism and indeed sometimes even reason. They commonly butt heads with the rival house Ur whom they see as a competitor for the informal title of 'Military House'
Erg Morot: Another house which controls the remaining parts of Zap-Var and a number of nearby territories, such as the remaining parts of Zap-Gnis and Zap-Thel. Additionally, they control the gas giants of Zap-Fel, Zap-Sadri and Zap-Atel. They are relatively insular, although not to the extent of Innavlet, and are very conservative and opposed to change. They are particularly notorious for enslaving outsiders who stray into their territories.
Erg Rottis: The smallest of the great houses, Rottis controls the outlying territories of any of the houses and a holds handful of important trading posts within Zap-Var. They also own a number of business ventures within the territories of the other houses, although these are never allowed to grow too big. They are traders, merchants and diplomats as such are more receptive towards outsiders than the other great houses. However, morals always come second to business and profit and anything which is not profitable is usually discarded as a waste. They are extremely opportunistic and are quick to make unconventional allies should the occasion call for it.


A Zap-hanz chases down an intruder

Description of military: The Military of the Zap-hanz varies between its houses however for the most part it favours subversive tactics, emerging quickly and striking before fleeing back into the nebulas, well aware that other species typically have trouble navigating through them

Erg Ur: A balanced force.
Erg Innavlet: Very top heavy with powerful ancients supported by swarms of elders.
Erg Zexalm: Balanced
Erg Morot: Bottom heavy.
Erg Rottis: Bottom heavy with irregular mercenaries and privateers


Katat Mercenaries

Technological Overview: The Zap-hanz are fairly technologically advanced with a number of notable technologies; They are extremely advanced in biology and biotechnology with biomechanical augmentation being extremely common and indeed necessary to the their way of life. Rottis has been known to reward it's servants or sell its expertise to outsiders.
Their FTL method is wormhole based; The Zap-hanz in question temporarily opens a wormhole that they will then enter. This is a near instantaneous form of travel for external observers, although the individuals who entered the wormhole will experience the sensation of time passing (although they will not age) which can equate to up to several months. The wormhole is opened for a short time before it collapses. It has an effective range of 15 thousand light years per wordhole and as such trips across the galaxy must be done in multiple segments
They use Ion Weapons and Plasma Weapons as their primary attack method; They typically attempt to disrupt the shields and electronic systems of an enemy ship before using their plasma weaponry to destroy them. Finally, they will pick over the remains of the foe for anything they can consume. Powerful ancients also tend to have a Tachyon Lance mounted which allow them to deal immense amounts of damage to their chosen prey; These ancients commonly blitz attack unsuspecting enemies, skewering them with the faster than light articles before they realise they are being stalked and then closing in on the disabled enemy ships to finish them off.

Cultural Overview: The culture naturally varies between the great houses and the many different parts of Zap-Var. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the Zap-hanz as a whole are relatively insular and prefer to stay within their own borders rather than dealing with outsiders; They are almost all territorial, not taking transgressions by other houses (or by outsiders) lightly and regularly kill intruders for trespassing.
They are able to communicate through a low level psychic field and though they can make vocalisations, they typically prefer to communicate telepathically and this is reflected in their culture; Music and poetry are foreign concepts. They do not like to use the written word due to their generally poor eyesight although they do have a series of runic characters for writing should it be required (their carved nature also makes each one distinctive to the touch and thus is another measure to aid them. Naturally throughout their history, the written word was extremely importan with massive 'libraries' existing. It wasn't uncommon for Zap-hanz houses to destroy each other's libraries, greatly hindering progress. To get around the issue with the size disparity, smaller Zap-Hanz typically read and transcribed information for larger Zap-hanz.) Likewise, recordings are extremely rare.
Fortunately, their propensity for biomechanical modification has provided a much more effective solution; Biological information nodes are not scattered around the nebula and hidden on the surfaces of planets. Information can be retrieved directly from these nodes by Zap-hanz and serve as a sort of "interweb" for them and replacing the traditional libraries. The creation of these information nodes was crucial in the establishment of a true Zap-hanz state and information is typically stored on multiple nodes to ensure that it is not easily lost. Each great house typically maintains a large number of its own private nodes, although a special branch of the councils non-partisan forces also maintains a network of these nodes with each location being a closely guarded secret. The intentional destruction of an information node without prior permission from the council is considered to be a war crime.
The difference in size between them and many other species in the galaxy makes diplomatic communications to be fairly difficult; Indeed, the Katat/Zap-hanz relations have been rocky at times (There were cases of Zap-Hanz ancients consuming Katat ships, either intentionally or because they simply didn't realise due to the 'small' size of said ships). Rottis and the Council are generally the most likely to make efforts to maintain diplomatic relations with the other Houses generally being rather indifferent (Innavlet varies as some of its members will engage in diplomatic relations for their own ends.)

History: Life evolving within a nebula faced a unique set of challenges and the evolution of their society met similar unique challenges. How exactly they are to evolve the capability of operating within space (or indeed how most of what exists within the nebula developed this capability) is unknown even to them - Not that they have ever been particularly interested in uncovering this. They are not interested in questioning how it came to be so long as they understand how it works and that it works.
The earliest Zap-hanz were likely need based creatures travelling together through the gasses of the nebula. They were omnivorous and would have consumed the 'plantlife' as well as other creatures should an opportunity present itself. Eventually these herds developed to become more like tribes with their own cultures and histories. These would eventually develop into the Nakarz, the 'houses' of the Zap-hanz. These fought each other for dominance over fast expanses of the nebula and for control over the natural resources. As with all things, some of houses became more prominent while others sank into the abyss of history but it was not until after the Grand War that the need to regulate their own activities became apparent; Their technology was now making the wars far too destructive and the lack of rules governing battle between the houses led to destruction of the information nodes where their knowledge was stored. Decades or even centuries of knowledge were lost to this wanton destruction and resultantly the greatest of the houses banded together to form the council, a body for governing and regulating the Zap-hanz as a whole. Initially, it's only purpose was to place and enforce the rules of war, though over time it has become more and more like a state body and has passed laws and regulations on other issues, though the Nakarz remain mostly independent. Even today, the Nakarz conduct their foreign affairs individually and one of the first acts set in place by the council was to do with the Right of War; It is the right of the great houses to fight with whomsoever they please and to act however they please towards outsiders.

Other:
It is important to note that the Zap-hanz are not the only creature that inhabit the nebula of Zap-Var. There is a fully functioning ecosystem involving many different creatures and some plant like beings that anchor themselves to asteroids and debris and feed off the energy of the sun. The Zap-hanz happen to be the only sapient life.

Katat: The Katat are humanoid, bipedal simian aliens whose average height is just under 6'5. They destroyed their own world centuries ago and have since been a nomadic species, travelling around in flotillas. It is common for young men and women leave these flotillas and sign on as mercenaries, privateers or other freelancers in order to send the money back to their flotillas. Erg Rottis commonly snaps up these mercenaries to help guard their trade posts, trade routes, locate and recover smaller objects of immense value and to help transport or unload smaller amounts of supplies (particularly common for trade with outsiders due to the size disparity)


Katat Mercenary Cruiser

Zap-Var: Zap-Var is a nebula 800 light years in size. It has many stars within it and many small asteroid belts. What makes it unique is that it houses a massive ecosystem. Plant like growths cover asteroids or float loosely through nebula, some smaller creatures swarm together and form colonies, large predators stalk through the gaseous clouds. Of all these creatures, the Zap-hanz are the only sapient creatures. For outsiders it can be an extremely terrifying place; Electromagnetic waves and the constant presence of debris, asteroids and large alien creatures plays havoc with sensors and causes travelling through the nebula to be a paranoia inducing experience. Even the Katat flotillas which have been given garunteed of security and rights of access by the Zap-hanz do not enter without several Zap-hanz to escort them.

A Prized bride (The return)

I am still here. I would rather not do a full restart.

Stardust: A Freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP

Interested.

Haha.

Hahaha.

Muhahahhahahahaha.

Skyim: The Rebellion of the Blades

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You got that right.

By the way. I wouldlike you to pst between () the place your character is cuz well, you went from Whiterun to Dragon Brudgeand returned in the blink of an eye.

You guys didnt tellme fast travel was activated

@IronWill

That's a shame. Oh well.

Skyim: The Rebellion of the Blades

Hm. I don't often do free rp however I recently got back into Morrowind and have been in a general elder scrolls mood- And seriously, fuck the Blades for trying to get me to kill Paarthurnax. And forcing me to do all the work in Oblivions main quest. And for outright using me as a pawn in Morrowind...

Room for one more, per chance?

Though I was thinking of playing a Velehk Sain kind of character, an unbound Dremora who has been having far too fun a time marauding around Tamriel since he was able to get loose. I was very fascinated by the idea and the implications after that quest and there are other stories of Daedra managing to get themselves unbound. Rather than looking for riches like Sain, he has been keeping with Dremora culture and looking for challenging fights that will bring him honour. His current life goal is to find and fight a Dragon. He entered Skyrim in the guise of a Dark Elf refugee and joined the Companions out of a fascination with the Dragonborn and his deeds- and the hopes that association with said Dragonborn would give him the chance to find a Dragon. Now he naturally has a bit of an axe to grind with the Blades for his Lord's defeat in the Oblivion Crisis and would be more than happy to take up arms against them, especially since they have proven cowardly enough to stab their allies in the back rather than fight them fairly. I quickly threw together a sheet for it, it's relatively long as I got a little carried away but oh well

Xarxos

"You should not have fought me, mortal! Your life is forfeit, your flesh mine!"

Name: Xarxos

Age: Ageless

Class Type (Warrior, Archer, Assassin, Mage): Spellsword

Gear (weapons, armour, etc):
Dremora Longsword
Dremora Helmet
Dremora Cuirass
Dremora Gauntlets
Dremora Greaves
Dremora Boots
Dremora Shield

Bio?: Xarxos was the Kynmarcher at Ganonah during the Oblivion Crisis. His men sacked the city of Kvatch and he personally killed Count Ormellius Goldwine, a task which was regarded as extremely trivial given the lack of meaningful resistance put up by Kvatch. No sooner had he withdrew to the Blood Feast (Ganonah's Sigil Keep), the Hero of Kvatch arrived at Kvatch and entered through the gate. Despite the best efforts of Ganonah's garrison, the Hero of Kvatch cut their way through them and Xarxos finally engaged in combat with the Hero and Ilend Vonius in the Sigillum Sanguis. Although Xarxos was able to cut down Ilend and wound the Hero, the Hero's blade found its mark and decapitated him.

By the time he had reformed it was the closing days of the Oblivion Crisis. Having been shamed at Ganonah he was offered the chance to redeem himself during the attack on the Imperial City. He attempted to stop Martin from reaching the temple however was driven back by the Blades and become distracted fighting Baurus and some officers of the watch. When Mehrunes Dagon was defeated by the Avatar of Akatosh, Xarxos retreated from the city with a small host of lesser Dremora, approximately 80 in total.

With the Oblivion Crisis officially at an end and the defeat of Mehrunes Dagon, Xarxos and his band of warriors elected to remain in Tamriel. Following the example of the Dremora Pirate Velehk Sain, they raided merchant caravans and looted temples and marauded around Tamriel. Eventually, as the Oblivion crisis faded and was replaced by the chaotic stormcrown interregnums, they began to outsource their services to the highest bidder. Their services were valued highly by the Imperial Nobles, mostly because of the intimidation factor that the Dremora brought with them. Although they were hated by the peasants, they had wealth beyond measure due to their numerous contracts with well connected Nobles. The end of the stormcrown Interregnum spelled an end to this charade and they soon found themselves out of favour again. Without the need for these warriors and given the obvious connotations as the Oblivion Crisis was still fresh in people's minds, the Dremora went back to raiding and looting for over a century

Overtime, the number of Dremora dwindled as more were slain and forced back to oblivion. Xarxos took up conjuration in order to summon more Daedra to bolster their numbers but in time even that was not enough. They eventually began to recruit mortals to their ranks and by the end were mostly just another band of outlaws among many, only being notable for the race of their leader.

During the Great War, Xarxos' company fought as mercenaries for the Aldmeri Dominion. The band was all but destroyed during the battle of the red circle and the few survivors scattered. Xarxos' made off with all the gold and gems he could carry. He fled east to Morrowind.

Morrowind's now ash covered wastes reminded him a lot of the Deadlands; They were covered in thick layers of suffocating ash and the very air felt like it was on fire. Rivers of lava flowed down from the volcano on Vvardenfell into the sea. He lingered here for some time, trudging through the Ashland's and even climbing past the now ruined Ghost Fence and to the peak of the Red Mountain. He lingered on Morrowind and Solstheim for nearly two decades before setting sail for Skyrim after rumours of Dragons reached him. He hid his armour and horns under a hooded cloak and pretended to be a dark elf immigrant.

These Nords were a strange lot- though endearingly they had a warrior culture of their own and had a strong reverence for honour. Although it was naturally a lesser mortal culture, it was closer to that of the Kyn than anything he had yet encountered in 'Tamriel'. The frozen tundras of Skyrim were a stark contrast to the Ashland's of Morrowind and he wasn't sure whether he was fond of them.

Sure enough, the rumoured Dragons roamed the land. Alduin, first born of Akatosh and resultantly the child of his enemy, had returned and set about raising these wonderful creatures from the dead- It didn't take much to figure out that these Dragons were immortal Aedric beings. They would be a worthy challenge for one of the Kyn! And of course- his old enemy reared their heads again.

The Blades had apparently not all perished following the White-Gold Concordat, much to his annoyance. Initially, he had planned on exacting some revenge on the successors of his old foes however in time he learnt that these Blades had rallied behind this Dragonborn, a mortal body with the soul of a Dragon. They were hunting down the Dragons and worked to stop Alduin. Grudgingly, Xarxos put off his desire for personal revenge to a later date- If his Lord Mehrunes Dagon was not going to be the one to destroy this pathetic mortal realm then he wasn't about to enable some flying lizard to do so in his place.

Perhaps most frustrating about the entire experience, however, was that he had not yet been able to draw a Dragon into single combat. He had trekked all the way from Windhelm to Winterhold to Dawnstar and down to Whiterun and not a single blasted Dragon had challenged him. A handful had flown overhead as if to tease their presence to him and yet he could never goad it into landing and fighting him.

He was approaching Whiterun from the North, pursuing a Dragon south from the mountains when he came to cross the plains; Directly in his path up ahead was a small rocky gulch with a massive bonfire. There was the sound of yelling and the sound of something very big smashing into the ground! His first thought was that it was the Dragon he was tracking and he charged forwards into the gulch with his sword drawn, eager to fight it. Instead, he was greeted with the sight of three massive humanoids fighting two Nord warriors.

Although distressed that he had again failed to find a Dragon, he had instead happened across this little skirmish. He threw himself into the fray, on the side of the Nords, distracting one of the giants and being quick on his feet to avoid it's attacks while slowly wearing it down. He managed to trick it into trapping it's club in between some of the boulders and as the hunched over Giant struggled to get its weapon free, Xarxos charged it and slashed it along the chest, eviscerating it and causing it to keep over as it let out it's death rattle.

To his surprise, the two mortals had succeeded in slaying their marks without his assistance These beings were clearly surprised to see a Dremora and at first made ready to fight - However having realised that he was apparently not hostile, they engaged in a short conversation. He learnt that they were from the 'Companions', a Mercenary group for want of a better word.

He felt compelled to accompany them back to this "Mead Hall" and at least give them a look over- After all, he had steadily exhausted his money over the years and could do with some form of income. He donned his cloak again and was able to make it through Whiterun without anyone realising his true nature.

He met with the other companions and sensed something- Daedric hanging in the air. Old magic, powerful magic. A curse perhaps. Perhaps it was that he felt drawn to this or perhaps it was simply old habits dying hard (Or maybe a line of conversation he overheard about the Harbinger being a Dragon hunter..) but for whatever reason he found himself talking to the Harbinger and was allowed to join the Companions- an act which was understandably entirely unprecedented.

That was a couple of weeks ago. He, as with the other "New bloods" (Foolish Mortals! His blood is older than them all!) has spoken with the Dragonborn on several occasions . Unsurprisingly, Xarxos spent as much time as possible bothering the Dragonborn about Dragons- And has disappointingly not yet made any progress in this regard.

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Knows Flames, Healing, Conjure Flame Atronach, Conjure Dremora Lord and Expel Daedra

A Prized bride (The return)

Zakroti nodded to Kasari after she spoke, noting the fire in her eyes and realising it would be entirely pointless to argue. She seemed very determined to remain behind and nothing he said was going to dissuade her. "Very well. Qeynate; We should find our mail in case this becomes bloody." With that Zakroti turned and left the room, Qeynate cast a glance towards the Gems before leaving himself, shaking his head.

Vain watched them leave before approaching the Gem's. "A fine mess we have here." He reached around to his side and pulled his two daggers out of their sheaths, glancing to Kilio and texturing with his head. The blackguard sighed and drew his dagger, tossing it towards them so that it clattered on the floor. He placed his own blades beside them. "I trust you lot know how to stab someone, at least? Arm yourselves. The last thing Lugft and his ilk will be expecting is for the Brides to be armed."

Vain secretly doubted that they could do much but perhaps if they took them off guard they could kill. Even if they couldn't, it never hurt to have extra arms. In truth, he knew Zakroti wouldn't approve of this course of action. The ever paranoid young Muth would probably be terrified of the thought of giving blades to Gems who had every reason to direct hatred towards him. He would bear the lecture Zakroti would throw at him later, for now it was more important to stay alive.

Zakroti and Qeynate returned, clad in their Armour with their visors up. Vain stood and approached the pair. Zakroti looked back over towards Ayltam. He opened his mouth to speak but the girl preemptively shook her head. Zakroti sighed heavily and took a few steps towards her, placing his hand on her shoulder "Seru-wel, za wreeiz ien o- (Sibling-Child, as your protector I-)

"O zara veren. (I will remain)" Ayltam stated simply. Qeynate laughed for a moment before speaking

"Wre zan tyr, Ayltam. Zakroti, Zela geh veren (You are brave Ayltam. Zakroti, let her remain.)" Qeynate took a step forward and glanced towards Zakroti

"Kaan geh, Seru (Guard her, sibling)." Zakroti said to him and he nodded in response. Zakroti took a few steps out the door and muttered a curse to himself as he heard movement from Nastaki's room on the floor above. He quickly stepped back into the room and looked towards Aery and then to Qeynate with a decidedly grim look on his face. "An Muthseran runisze. (The Muthseran wakes.)"

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A Prized bride (The return)

"If you do that then believe me, your sister will be no better off with my brother. Lugft will get his brides arms and legs back; We need her womb but that's it. Do not press is." Qeynate replied menacingly, glaring down at them with a look that could cut

"Vivpre, vivpre. (Peace, peace.)" Zakroti said with a heavy sigh, turning towards Kilio "Runiszeew Kzaar a Vain. (Wake Kzaar and Vain)"

"Na wre gaiar, Muth. (As you desire, Muth)." Kilio replied before turning and dashing towards the door and down the hallway, calling out. Zakroti turned towards Aurien as the Drakken entered the room, casting a concerned glance towards the twins before looking to his lord

"Buro Za Mishaxi, shantaew dzi kaani e kaan an torzeivre a an regak. (Serjeant At Arms, take two guards and guard the bottom of the stairs)." Zakroti ordered. Aurien nodded and placed his hand against his chest before marching out of the room, gesturing to the two men patrolling the halls to follow him down the stairs and closing the rooms door behind him. The trio arrived at the bottom the two guardsmen with their two speeds flanking the entry way to the stairs with Aurien standing a few places behind them, blocking access to the stairs.

Qeynate gave Zakroti a disapproving look before taking a step forward towards the two twins and reaching out to seize Aery from her twin "Come on. This is not the Unalim Shelter for Run Away Brides."

"Give her a moment for pity's sake!" Ayltam cut in, stepping in front of her uncle and raising her arms in exasperation "The pair of you can't seriously give her back."

"What do you expect us to do, start a fight?" Qeynate said with a heavy sigh. The door opened behind him as Kilio reentered with Vain and Kzaar in tow, already wearing their armour as they observed the scene before them. They were deathly quiet as Vain shut the door behind them and approached Zakroti. Vain carried his helmet in his hand and although he was silent his face quite clearly read 'You have got to be taking the piss.'

"A niz... (Is this...)" Vain began, only to be cut off by Zakroti

"Aymiriaeiz seru. (Aymiria's sibling.) " Zakroti confirmed as he shrugged his shoulders and spoke again "Lugfteiz bride. (Lugft's bride.)""

"Vivarieiz varlas, gais zara wre jusla o roew? (Vivari's blood, what would you have me do?)" Vain asked as he placed his helmet over his head. Zakroti paused for a few moments before replying

"Zelaew doon kros. (Let time leave.)" Zakroti said. Vain nodded and stepped to the side, watching the other occupants of the room. With that he sighed and spoke again "Kilio, take Ayltam back to her room and bolt the door. There's no need for her to get caught up in this." He turned his head towards Kasari "Kasari, given that this is not your mess and that it could get bloody, if you wish to move as well, so be it."

"I am not leaving." Ayltam said defiantly, folding his arms and remaining rooted to the spot as the blackguard approached her. Zakroti let out a heavy sigh and shook his head, looking up to the twins and murmuring an expletive to himself.