Missy

Steam and Magic: The War

eemmtt said
Oh hazamat can I have my spieces refer to yours as 'thoses winged basters'?

''Those damn winged bastards! They ride on the wind on unnatural and unholy magic! ONLY THE ETERNAL EMPRESS SHALL RULE THEY SKY!''

Steam and Magic: The War

Hi, shove me in in the middle somewhere.

Steam and Magic

Nation

Name: The Theological Empire of Stellata

Capitol: Lucis caput: Home to the ebony council and the Empress herself. The city is a holy site for countless pilgrims that travel all across the empire every year to celebrate her birthday. The town itself is dominated by giant spires of glass that shine with a light so bright in the day that if focused could burn out a forest in mere moments

Capitol Population: 15000
Population: 50000

Major cities:
De quibus fecit cælum: A port city where most of the empires trading takes place. Also a busy industrial juggernaut that creates the fine goods the empire uses from muskets to plows

Flammae solis: The Empire's proud officers have trained in the military city of Flammae solis. Most of the city's population is high-class military personnel and several military boot camps are in the surrounding country side, its also the empires main storage for grain and other greens.

Qui exterminabat, et dolos: A town with a low population, because it made up entirely of the priesthood of Stellata. Its also here that several of these zealots join the devout sermons and extreme rituals

Racial demographics:
90%: Dragonkin
1%: Dragons
10% : Other races

Society: The Stellata empire is dominated in the worship of the immortal empress, the dragonkin show this through everyday of their life's from the cradle to the grave. Several of them are worshippers of the artistic kind, especially painting. Painting is a national pass time between the work hours.
Law: The law of the empire is divine right. The fools who go against the law is first of all ostracised from the rest of sociality, mocked and belittled. For petty crimes such as theft the offender must pay back a sum of coin and then may go free of any official charges. Heretical crimes are punished by death or by forced constriction in the Penal bands
Education: The education of the empire is heavily based on the faith of the immortal empress. Her words are the truth, and her wisdom guides all. Most dragonkin can read, and write. The public school system is from the age of 4 to 16. Afterwards the school-goer have to pay or borrow coin to keep reading.

Technology: Because of the strict religious tabu on advanced fire-arms (besides the holy flame-throwers) the empire mostly uses black power musket and bladed weapons. Otherwise of that it has a industrial sociality.

Tax: All but the Empress and her council pay tax. About 8% of the income of population is added each mouth.
Imports: Wooden boards, coal, diamonds, luxury goods
Exports: Black powder, fine swords, iron, food of many types, art works and holy paintings
Industries: Several factories in De quibus fecit cælum and region around it produce military and civil goods. Most of the said goods are ceap and of decent quality made often in iron (wood is a luxury good)
Renown Associations:
''In her name'': A grand art museum
''Spira stellarum'': Home of the immortal empress and where she takes on diplomats


Government: Theological dictatorship where all the council holds all the power spread in to tree seats that the Empress appoints.
Relations:
The Great Spirit of Azera: Tense peace
Important officials:

The Empress: She goes by no other name and she is eternal and powerful. Takes as much part as she can in her empires polities and has been a force of good (if only in the eyes of her several worshippers) for the entire empires lifetime. She usually sends herself on diplomatic missions and leaves Blackeye in charge until she comes back.

Johannes Blackeye: A veteran of the empirical civil war and a pragmatic commander. Currently holding military command of the state.

Prophet Judeus: The current speaker and leader of the organized religion around the immortal empress. Holds the main seat of religon

Khairi Coinsimth: Screwed trader and greedy too boot, Khairi now holds the seat of trade, organisation and other civil matters.

Currency: Iron coins

Military: The military of the empire is mostly made up willing citizens who wants to do their part in honour of their empress.

Swordsmen: Using often more then swords (the spear has become popular but axes, halberd and of course swords are still in big use) these low trained troops are the often the first to charge in. Mostly made up of fanatics they are often used as a willing meat shield by the commanders. They wear heavy but cheap iron armour and often trade in their shield for a heavy two handed weapon

Musketeers: Gun users who uses refined and high-quality gunpowder to launch barrages of cheap round balls of iron in to the enemy lines. Often the second biggest regiments besides the swordsmen these shots waste no time reloading (the process is however slow) and firing again. The muskets loud sound and booming noise hide the fact that gun is seldom accurate but this is compensated by the large regiment.

Penal: When a crime has been so hideous that only death could clean the soul of the offender, they are put often in to penal squads. These squads often have the thankless tasks of breaking lines, sneak attack on fortifications and planting signals for the troops. When used in regular battles, these regiments often use the newly discovered flame-thrower to great effect. To ensure loyalty these penal squads are always guided by a taskmaster.

Landscape: Most of the empire is green hills and grass spread wide broken up by fields of farmers working and several dragonic idols. There is close to no wood in the empire but several mines exist to mine coal and iron.

Wild life: The wild life is nothing out of the ordainer

History: The Theological Empire of Stellata (According to itself) was founded by the last of the eternal immortal dragons who know calls herself the empress several 1000 years ago around the hills. She birthed the first and the last ''Fristborn'' dragonkin who built her city before they died, leaving behind several brood-pits where the future generations would be born. The years have been coloured by fierce resistance to the divine rule of the empress as she subjected the other races around her territory and by one almost nation destroying civil war that only ended a few 100 years ago. Now however the empire stands united in the fact that the Divine rule is insurmountable and holy forever.

Strengths: A zealous and devoted population. Effective rule and industry

Weaknesses: Technological inferior and hive-bounded by their religion

Fashion/style: Most Dragon kin walks nude while at home or in the major cities. When meeting with other races however they tend to dress in easy and loose fitting garments that let the wind flow through them. The council members all bear the mark of their station by having a wing-like scar on their right breast.
Art: The art is mostly religious and heavily based on bright colours and otherworldly brush strokes to create a tapestry of strangeness. Statues of the empress with worshipping dragonkin at her feat is also prevalent in all the cities and the local towns.
Important dates:
Full moon the 7th time: The birthday of the eternal and immortal empress. She is celibrated across her empire and in the capital as a mother and a proud guardian.

Species

Race/species: Dragonkin
Description: Human sized reptiles
Natural abilities: Can see very good in the dark
Scaly skin makes skin-irritation rare
Has human sized hands with scarp claws
Lifespan: 150 years
History: Born as the children of the eternal dragons these dragon kin this race has long been under her banner. They seldom migrate and likes a cool fresh weather.
Primary Language: Their language is elegant and smooth reflecting their noble heritage.
Religion: The worship of the immortal empress

Strengths: United in worship
Weaknesses: Suspicious and judgemental

Name: The Immortal and eternal empress
Race: Dragon
Description: A massive beast with a huge wingspan and mighty leather wings.
Natural ability's: Immortal from ageing
Flying capabilities
Can spew fire (but it takes quite a bit of energy)
Lifespan: ???
History: The last guardian of the children of the dragons and the last eternal dragon she stands ever vigil against the other races.
Strengths: When roused she is a dangerous force of nature
Weakness: She is guardian and will seldom be a aggressive force

Steam and Magic

Seems cool...can i sign up?

To Hunt, or Be Hunted.[Always Open]

I am withdrawing.

Lords and Ladies of the Court (A medieval politics roleplay)

Miss.Anastasia called me here, and allowed me to make a CS hence i will!

CS

''In the name of our king''
Name/title: Sir. Apollinaris

Age: 45

Appearance (In armor): .

Appearance (without amror):

Bio: His home is in the east, in the old world mountains is no more. His castle was raided by filthy pagans, his wife and old child killed in the end, driving this knight to take up new vows. Before the collapse of his small voivodeship he was one of the many petty nobles of the east who thought himself indestructible. Raised by his father to be a lord, a champion and a axe master, he was learned from the age of 6 several ways to deface, kill, ruin or otherwise remove his foes from power. This was damn useful since his father had several bastards who tried several times to take his life. This, the constant warfare and drilling made Apollinaris in to a dangerous and slightly unhinged man. If not for the fact he was a honour bounded knight he would have indeed been a ravening madman. As the ages passed he married only once to a fair maiden (his father's final wish) and he did indeed bring one son in to this world.

That was some years ago...now he is a knight of the English court. Besides his strange sounding name and perhaps his ascent few things hit at his origin. He however dreams of becoming what he once was...then his vows weigh him down again, reminding him that his place is at the king's side...not in his place.

Personality: Several years of fighting has left Apollinaris tough. Very very tough and willing to exchange words of harsh tone. His world view is harsher then most, since he in his own eyes is a knight. Knights have vows to follow, honour to uphold and of course must be the example in all things. When he swears a oath he will die before breaking it. Its the only way he can cope with his fall from his old life. He speaks in slow methodical pace.

MLP:FIM To Save the Princesses.

This place is about as dead as my hummor

MLP:FIM To Save the Princesses.

Entertaining notion.
Name: Ksirafai

''I am the jolt of thunder''

apperance

Without hood

With hood

Age: 30
Race:Earth pony
Gender: Male
Background: Ksirafai (or Razor) was not a normal colt, he would and could never be a normal colt, since he wasn't born to be a run of the mill colt. No he was born in the cold north on the edge of the Equestria mountains, offspring of a master assassin (his father he would never come to know). She, almost as early as Ksirafai could walk, started to train in him the unsavoury business that was assassination. It was quite simple really, Celestia or Luna would send his mother a letter, and he would follow the institutions of that letter. It was not as horrible of a occupation as some might assume, since all the targets where on things like Changelings. The soulless vermin where at times everywhere and Ksirafai was hence also everywhere.

He enjoyed much success as a royal problem remover, and even had a few conversations with the two sisters themselves at a few points. In the great spires of canterlot however he could never feel at home, at peace or even be that calm. It was only when he was running, feeling the wind blowing through his mane and almost loosing his own breath, that he felt truly alive. Since his serves had been an intensive few years he was gifted something fairly unique from the blacksmiths of the two sisters. His mask a fairly simple construction, and a gesture of gratitude. He would forever come to wear it as a extension of his own skin, rarely removing it.

Those where the days of simplicity. Now not so much, the petrifaction of his two contract givers, the tragic and sad end of his own mother and of course his own decline in ''ignorance'' Ksirafai now is jobless and homeless, living on the road with his few possessions, making his living as a storyteller and bard. However he put even that aside now that he hears the call to serve again, this time to collect several trinkets and herbs to save the royalties. It would be a grand task....and it would be his final task

Extra: Can play the lute and sing rather decently. He is also a hooves to hooves master, preferring to disarm none-changeling foes instead of killing them, since killing is quite unhealthy for the mind. Quiet most of the time, often stands at the back of the crowd and almost always humming something unintelligible. He has yet taken of his mask to the rest of the group and when he talks through it his voice becomes muffled and strange.