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Nation

The Most Holy Empire of the Genteli, or the MHEG

What do they value?: The MHEG values purity and being devout to the cause above all else. In their mind they are a holy crusade sent to spread enlightenment to all corners of the Andromeda galaxy, and they will not fail their mission sent by God. Even if it means crushing heathens who oppose their zeal.

What do they despise?: Those who do not follow the one true faith, or more specifically those who actively work to oppose it. Many citizens are not the ‘saints’ they are painted to be and so accept that not everyone in the galaxy will follow their faith.

What kind of state are they?: The MHEG is a Military Theocracy. The Most Holy Divine is the supreme leader of the MHEP however he continues to reside on Earth and so this expedition is led by the Most Holy Knight Lord Commander who has complete impunity when making commands.

What is their population?: The MHEG is made up of genetically ‘pure’ humans who have arrived on the expedition. The Truth (That is the name of the faith followed.) teaches that people should not alter themselves and that true change can only be achieved through determination and hard work. As such humans are conceived totally naturally and body alteration is never heard of within the MHRG. However body armour and exo-suits are readily used, so bionics are readily develop so long as they have no lasting effect on the genotype or phenotype of the person.

How many 'people' do they have, if applicable?: There are roughly 27,500 citizens of a working age, not including those younger than the age of 10 and those older than 65. In total there are around 32,000 people in total.

How much infrastructure have they set up?: The MHEG was very late to arriving in the Andromeda galaxy, as such planetary infrastructure is developing quickly whilst space infrastructure is only very basic and isn’t being readily developed as of yet. A single hive city of high reaching skyscrapers has been built on the centre of largest continent. From there large estates and more cultural diversions are being constructed to help support the growing population and rebuild holy sites for worship. In space there is only a small space port built out of the shell of the MHEG Mothership that has been retrofitted to provide a location to build small transports and a place to load, and unload cargo. The station has been put into orbit so that it sits permanently above the centre of the capital hive city.

How much technology have they already salvaged or developed?: As relative new comers to the galaxy no technology has been developed in the time spent rebuilding. In regards to salvage, some technology was salvaged from the damaged files and items from the capital ship. As such the MHRG has no access to a physically functioning FTL drive, though the plans and technology to build one is available. And instead is using currently advanced technology to speed up the process of rebuilding.

Who leads them?: The Most Holy Knight Lord Commander Antonius Genteli. (All leaders must take the Republic name however it is not their true family name.)

What sort of bloke is s/he/it?: A bear of a man who is the veteran of many campaigns. He has dealt with traditional war as well as putting down rebels and ‘non believers’. At the same time he comes from a family of governors, and has some experience in running such a large group of people. However the man is a diehard traditionalist and so many of the more liberal leaders are worried his zeal will falter interstellar relations, if any are forged.

How does s/he/it actually command?: Knight Lord Commander Antonius

What does s/he/it have to deal with to do stuff?: Whilst still small and effective, as the system grows it becomes more and more tied up in bureaucratic red tape and difficulties in inter-department actions. Furthermore the Mothership came through very damaged and so much time that could be spent advancing, is simply spent catching up. Also the MHEG is quite militaristic in itself and so a lot of resources are also put into rebuilding a fighting force, rather than the infrastructure.

Mothership

What was it's name?: The Most Holy Vessel, Odyssey.

What type of ship was it (aside from being a colony ship)?: Like all Empire ships of a vast scale, it was a converted Battleship. Whilst many weapons were left in place, a lot more gun batteries, shield systems and armour plating was removed to make room for a vast amount of cargo and people.

What defended it?: Whilst many of the defence systems had been removed, many vital ones were left in place and it was through that, and some sheer luck, that the ship stayed in one piece after transit.

How advanced was it?: Average 23rd century technology. Whilst not the most advanced ship available, it was also not lacking in technology.

Do you think it should still have more to salvage from it?: No physical salvage is left at all as the ship is now the small space port, however large data servers brought on the trip were left slightly damaged and corrupted, meaning there should still be a fair amount of files that could be recovered once the servers, now in the capitol city, have been repaired.

How long do you reckon it should theoretically take to get it running again, after acquiring all of the relevant technologies?: The capital ship will no longer be used again, however once a better designed space port is constructed, the shell may be salvaged to aid in further construction.

Planet

What type of planet did they land on?: A jungle planet, with small interweaving seas that appear to look like huge rivers from space, separating large continents.

Aside from the "Star name: Number" designation, does it have a special name?: It is know by the HREG as Beacon.

Do you think it should have the remnants of any previous inhabitants?: There is a lot of fauna and feral wildlife o the planet that the Empire has systematically been destroying to create the perfect canvas to build the planet for every function they need it for.

Do you think it should've been already inhabited, and your Nation had to waste resources invading it?: Whilst not inhabited by an equally sentient species, resources are being wasted on destroying the current species that are present.

What sort of atmosphere does it have?: An atmosphere that has slightly less oxygen than Earth, since a lot of the fauna does not in fact go through photosynthesis. As such people outside of city limits or estates wear breathers.

How many continents?:3

How big is it?: Roughly 1.5 times the size of earth.

How bountiful do you think it should be, in terms of biomass and materials?: Very bountiful, the destroyed wildlife and fauna is all deconstructed in such a way that it can be used to expand the Empire.

Does it have any unusual materials or minerals in its' surface?: Not enough expeditions have been undertaken to find this.

Does it have any other unusual features?: No

Space Station

What sort of vessel is it?: It is a space station.

What sorta guns, if any?: There is a few operational rail gun batteries and point to point laser defence batteries.

What sorta defenses?: See above?

Hangers?: It has 3 medium sized construction pads and then 6 hanger bays for smaller craft.

How big is it?: Around 5km in length and the same in width.

What's it look like?: Like a giant metal plate that then has a number of crevices and and a few pads of smooth metal. Also a number of jutting out cabins and living space.

What sort of engines, 'real' and FTL?: The Station has no FTL engines and only basic thrusters to make slight adjustments too it’s orbit. There is one large Thruster that is mainly non-operational but could be brought online if all other systems were disabled, such as if the Station begun to fall towards the planet and it would be better to simply lose it, rather than let it fall onto the planet.

My Sheet, hope it's okay :)

Conquest of Andromeda: Absolutely Full!

Yeah, however you find your average joe actually doesn't care too much as they aren't like a mind controlled mass. Most people have enough common sense to understand not everybody in a galaxy can follow one faith, as such they are more bothered by people who oppose their faith. Rather than those who simply don't follow it.

Conquest of Andromeda: Absolutely Full!

No, not a race of jokers ;) A race of 'biologically pure' humans who live in a theocracy and value purity and being devout. Think Space Marines mixed with a cult and more biological racism.

Rask's Broken Horn Band

Conduit is an abstract idea, it's an ability that is given a physical form to aid in its study and description. Magic is accepted by some but hated by just as many and different schools of magic are viewed differently. It really depends on how much you flaunt your abilities and the culture you are around. Some embrace magic, and some lynch it.

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Claimed then...am working on a NS now.

Rask's Broken Horn Band

3 plus myself makes 4...I will take maybe 1 or 2 mor but I will start an OOC now :)

In regards to magic I can explain how that works (I am going to credit the Night Angel Trilogy by Brent Weeks for this as I love the trilogy and so this is actually of his design.)

Magic comes from the use of 'Talent'. For a mage to use their talent as they wish they need to have three components. The first is the Glore Vyrden, everyone has one of these and it is the store of magic within someone, so a mage will have a larger Glore Vyrden than your average Joe. The second is the ability to refill the Glore Vyrden either from sunlight or heat through their skin and eyes, and those who are not mages lack this ability. Meaning they may be able to access this power once or twice in their life, but that is it as they will use up their Talent. (EG. A mother who is trying to save her child from a burning building and smashes down a heavy door uses her Glore Vyrden without thinking, something she couldn't normally do.) Finally a mage needs a Conduit, this is the part of them that allows them to freely access their Glore Vyrden as they wish. Abuse of the Talent can lead to the Conduit becoming blocked or damaged, however regular use can enlarge it and allow for the control of more magic at once.

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Is there still space for me to create a NS???

Rask's Broken Horn Band

Bump...

Rask's Broken Horn Band

Dwarves will be a species that is around.

Rask's Broken Horn Band

Rask's Broken Horn Band

IC



Soft groans and the sound of flesh against flesh drove the demons of sleep from the head of most who stayed in the Farmer’s Daughter. Even the employees struggled to sleep until at least their third moon working there. The Farmer’s Daughter - or ‘Farm’, as it was known to the locals – sat snugly in the bend of the River Platt, making it only a short journey across Toll Man Bridge into Gothic-Maxima proper. Do not be fooled, however, and think that the Farm’s proximity to wealth makes it anything like the pretentious and classy establishments found within the city limits. The Farm came into being around twelve summers ago after two plots of dock space, among other vast swathes of the Hollows, were burnt to the ground in the Great Fire of 868 XIIA. Allowing the proprietor to pick up the land cheaply and give it a new purpose.

It was these soft groans that first awoke Rask, drawing his mind back to reality from the realm of dreams he had been enjoying. At first the only sight that greeted Rask was the gloom and shade of his room, nicknamed ‘a cell’ by the working girls for reasons plainly obvious to him. Quickly Rask’s eyes adjusted to the lack of light and he was able to pick out details close by. The splintered wooden walls were close either side of him and gave the impression of lying in a hallway, rather than on a bed. The hard wood of the cot could easily be felt through the stained sheet that counted as his mattress, and it had left him feeling stiff this morning as he attempted to sit up on his elbows. Rask normally slept in the nude, though as he put his elbows down and felt the crust of dried fluids left by the previous occupant; he remembered why he had elected to remain fully clothed. Swivelling ninety degrees on buttocks Rask sat upright and stretched upwards, letting his feet touch the floor and gently bump against his boots, which he had removed.

Slipping his feet into the boots and lacing them up was but a moment's work and Rask was taking a few short steps out of his cell before he knew it. His ‘door’ was actually a dark curtain on a rail just inside the frame and allowed for very little in the way of privacy, meaning Rask could simply shoulder his way out and into the actual hall on the top floor with little to no effort. His room was the furthest from the stairs and meant he had to walk past the rooms of the working girls before he could descend into the actual business. The girl’s rooms were exactly the same design to his, a small wooden cot at the far end, a solid looking chest at the foot of the cot, a curtain for a door and no window; only a small alcove in which a candle could be placed. Where the girl’s rooms differed was that many had thicker mattresses and cleaner sheets, as well as some personal decoration on the walls. Obviously bought using the wage they earned whoring, Rask thought. There were a few windows on the hallway allowing some light to pass in and a sprawled body of a working girl could be seen in some of the cots. Most had their curtains open as natural light was a commodity here; a commodity well worth allowing some of the other working girls seeing you sleep. Rask had tried on his first day to drag the latch on one of the windows up however the thing had rusted shut and so the smell of sweat, stale sex and cheap perfumes permeated the floor like a solid. Hunting down un-assaulted nostrils and invading quickly.

The usual thoughts on his accommodation killed the time from his room to the stairs and taking them two at a time, he climbed down into the Lounge, making sure to duck slightly so that his tall stature didn't cause him to strike his head on the frame of the way down. This floor was very different too the one above. Firstly there was far more windows that did actually open, allowing the room to feel fresher and more spacious immediately. Furthermore a majority of the space was openly planned, the fireplace being the centre, and then everything else built off of it. Making the entire floor feel even fresh. The fireplace had a number of long sofas around it and a small table in the middle of them, off to one side was a well varnished bar with stools, all of which backed onto the windows at the front of the establishment. Then the opposite side of the floor too Rask had two sets of doors. The first was a set of two doors, the owner’s room and office; and the girls’ lounge where they could get ready for the day and relax when off hours. Rask had no idea what was actually behind either of those doors though. The second set of doors numbered around eight and behind each of them was a room, about twice the size of a cell. These rooms had a larger bed, a mini bar and a chest with certain tools of the working girl’s trade. In his stay at the Farm Rask had frequented these rooms a number of times. This was where the girls took patrons who were after a certain type of entertainment. The vile aroma of the floor above seemed to rise and so this floor only smelt of the cheap perfumes and modestly priced spirits. It was early hours and so this floor was fairly empty, there was only one patron sitting at the bar, from his escort’s look he had been there since opening and looked to be more interested in talking and drinking, rather than whoring. The other girls who weren't upstairs would either be in their lounge, or out and about the Hollows; since the morning was probably the safest time to go out.

The previous floor always left a wry smile on Rask's face as he descended once more, a smile which once again appeared as he was arriving on the ground floor. This floor was your average tavern. A large bar occupied one side of the room and the rest was made up of tables and stools set up to accommodate both large parties and lone drinkers. The end opposite the bar was raised slightly and every night furniture was removed from the cheap plinth to allow for a bard or troupe to play. This floor was fairly dank and dark despite having as many windows as the floor above. This was mainly due to the much larger quantity of furniture on the floor and the position of four load bearing pillars, spaced apart equally around the floor. The barkeep, known only as Grin – most likely due to the fact that the man never smiled, who said those in poverty didn’t appreciate irony – was polishing glasses and gave the only paying tenant a passing nod. Rask returned the gesture and walked around the back of the stairs. Here a trap door had been permanently jammed open using a wooden block, allowing for people to freely use a set of quite steep stairs, leading to the basement.

The basement wasn't actually in use yet, it never was until the evening, and so the candle alcoves that seemed to give the whole room an almost church like feel, hadn't been lit. The basement was split into two sections by a thin rope rail, strung from one wall to its opposite. On one side there was a cloth matt covering bare stone, this was the ring. The Farm held a small fighting tourney here for residents of the Hollows and this allowed the owner of the Farm to make a lot of money off bookies and the other vices of patrons. The opposite section of the room was larger, with wooden plank, like the other floors and had a number of tables set up for both spectating the fights and playing card and dice games, another way for the owner to make money, as he took a percentage share of all winnings earned. Of course if you played a wager-less game, he would probably have the bouncers beat you and kick you out for being too poor, taking any money you had at the same time as well.
Now, according to Civitas law prostitution, gambling and serving drinks were all legal. However the law also stated that a licence was required by each location, for each of these services. This would mean that the owner of the Farm would need to purchase three licenses in total, none of which he had bought of course. The guards rarely ventured into the Hollows though, and those that did, did so in force and were paid off to stay clear of the Farmer’s Daughter. This gave Rask a great deal of safety and anonymity that he could not afford to lose. Making his way over to the bar Rask sat down on the stool closest to the stairs and hunched over the decrepit wood that was looked after not nearly as well as the bar upstairs, causing his long black hair to drop in front of his weathered face ever so slightly. Each wavy lock reached down far enough that from a distance it might look as if his hair actually fed right into his ragged beard, but you would of course be mistaken to think so.
There was a squelching of mud just outside the door before the wooden shutter was slammed almost off of its hinges. Standing in the doorframe, silhouetted by the light behind him, stood a short bald man who looked as if he had just been thrown from the stables. His outfit was the shit shade of brown and he looked as if he had never owned another set of rags, his features covered in a thin grime that accumulated on everything in the Hollows. Stumbling in the man rushed towards the bar, almost falling over, and proceeded to knock a number of glasses onto the floor. The shattering glass broke the silence Rask had been enjoying causing him to turn and stare daggers at the arrival. The man, seemingly unaware of his indiscretion, continued to pull out a worn coin purse and order a drink. Grin simply looked at the glass on the floor and then at the man, not once moving to fill a glass. Clearly the drunkard didn’t know when enough was enough, slamming his fists onto the bar in anger at having not been served.

“Why don't you piss off home? Nobody is going to serve you here, or anywhere, might as well save yourself a beating. This place won't take kindly to your attitude.” The drunkard turned to Rask, a disgusted look on his face, eying up Rask he looked at the man’s hunched posture and the edge of grey creeping into his black hair. Drunken bravery told the alcoholic that this was a fight he could win.
“Why don't you make me leave? I want another drink, damn it and I will get one here, no grumpy fuck is gonna’ change that.” Standing up Rask straightened his back and stood to face the drunk. Rask was at least a head taller than the drunk and was broader too. He certainly wasn’t immensely bulky but the lean muscle he did have was tough as nails. Suddenly the drunk didn't look quite so confident and, backing away slowly, tripped over his own feet. Falling onto the hardwood he yelped in pain, it sounded like he had fractured his wrist in the fall. Walking forward Rask grabbed the drunk by the scruff of his tunic and pulled him to the entrance where upon he used his foot to push the man out of the door. Turning back to the bar he got another nod from Grin who was now working to clean up the glass shards. Sighing Rask sat back on his stool and heard a mug pass over the rough wood. Looking up Grin had poured him out a milk for breakfast, he was willing to pay however he assumed it was his reward for clearing out some early rabble. Sipping at the milk Rask grimaced, pulling his thick jawline and deeply set features into a jagged portrait, it was warm. Though in truth he preferred something non-alcoholic in the morning and you could never trust the water in the Hollows.

Rask put his hand in his pocket and rolled the two items between his fingers gently. The first was a rusty key, for the chest in his room that held his gear, and the other was a dirtied gold coin. Both reminded him that his time in this hellhole was almost over. If all had gone according to plan his advertisement would draw some attention, then he could set out for his true goal, rather than sit around and fuck whores whilst drinking himself silly. Over the next few hours Rask sat and drank, chatting to some of the regulars, awaiting his party of adventurers to arrive.

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OOC

So, now you have a setting. This will be a High Casual/Low Advanced RP set in a fantasy realm of my own creation, called Trameria. I am looking for 3-5 dedicated RPers who can set aside time enough for at least 1 post every couple of days. I have given this the tag of Military, and Fantasy as all of these will appear. I expect my RPers to be mature with this and so am happy to have swearing, gore and some darkness however, again, don't go over the top.

Now those details are hashed out here is a VERY basic plot for you to mull over. My character is Rask Bloodletter, a disgraced noble who has chosen a new life of adventuring. He has come to a northern city of Gothic-Maxima in search of a band of mercenaries to help him hunt down treasure, take bounties and possibly etch their names into Trameria history. Your usual adventuring and what not. Due to the fantasy setting there will be a multitude of generic species (Rask is human) however I don't want people to create species as this will interfere with the creation of my world. In regards to back stories I will give an overview of the world and you can fill in minor details such as town names etc. that fit with the world, so you will have many freedoms in creation. In regards to magic it is VERY rare and does not work in the traditional way, though it is heard of and so it is definitely possible to have mages in this. I will expand on this if I get enough interest and will answer any questions people have. Obviously though I don't want to give you the whole OOC here so please don't ask me to produce maps, lore and CSs here.