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It was supposed to be the native viewpoint of the first post by Iso. I couldn't quite discern the nomenclature, and I didn't think 'Deep interior' was the name of the facility or the area. I made do with what I could work out, I suppose. I'll have to wait for him to get back online.
Aristo said
Spotted this and wanted to clear up - Canton isn't what they call their colonized region on Dacyira; Canton is the name of the planet the Canton Alliance is based on.
Blurg, sorry. I knew I was out of the loop somewhere. Names confused me ;) What should I be editing it to say?
SyrianHamster said
You faired okay. Both human forces stood, surprisingly. Lithuania is yours, but Germany still stands. Results:Germany/Poland BorderIsarimer = 2,200 losses, to be allocated to troops of your choosing, although you may as well replenish them. Humans = 5,400 losses. Withdrawn to Hamburg, where the Emperor is combing with his militia to either defend or counter attack.Lithuania:Isarimer = 625 losses, to be allocated to troops of your choosing. Humans = 3, 250. Remaining force has ceased to be combat effective.
Aw dang. I assume Otto survived the encounter?
So if I take 800 Lesser Breeds (to be replenished) and 1400 Isarimer (to be replenished) off of the Germany offensive group, the losses would essentially be mitigated this round? I think i'll leave the Bloodstalker warband as is. They don't need any reinforcing.
Summer starts today?
Well, I can kiss goodbye to my Berserkers. I can tell the rolls were bad. ;)
Well, I can kiss goodbye to my Berserkers. I can tell the rolls were bad. ;)
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Keyguyperson said
The VotS universe is completely free with species concept. The only limits in place are with power, and those are relaxed quite often. It's not like Fox is going to copy and paste his IC posts from the wiki, and the IC is kind of the entire point of this. Still accepted.
Fair enough, though as a frequent GM myself I would advise being cautious of things like that in the future. Obviously it's your call and all, and I wouldn't ever tell someone how to run their game, but there is always the risk of an original universe turning into a fanfic. I'd hate to see a pretty unique setting go down from something like that. Everything in moderation, right?
Even moderationDinh AaronMk said
Looking at the time line for human history I can see what I can imagine is an attempt to say "all things that happened irl have happened". Apart from a magical invasion of magical things, the middle-ages haven't changed much...But... Why does the map so otherwise so, so much. And I realize some territorial changes have been made in the course of the IC. But... Still...Where's the Angevian territories of France? The fiefs not even directly rules by the central French crown? Why's Normandy not British? Why is Belgium even independent, that shouldn't be a thing until much later. And where's the the HRE's third kingdom? The Kingdom of Burgundy? France seems to own that. Not to mention Catalonia doesn't seem to exist, nor Leon or Castille. And the Byzantine Empire is too present, if this is the 13th century it's one of two things: The Latin Empire or not, and would be bordered by the Empire of Nicea, itself bordered by the Seljuks.Really, this'd be the Greek and Balkans about around this time.The Most Serene Republics of Venice and Genoa are left out too. Venice at least was a very major power on account of its trade and navy, it's stunning it doesn't exist on the map.
Then again, a magical world of fantasy races did create massive portals across space and time to find themselves on earth, to which a faction of high elves fought and claimed Rome. I don't think historical accuracy is a prime concern in a role-play that obviously isn't trying to be historically accurate.
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Woah hold up. I've been away for like a week for other projects and stuff...
Somebody is playing Tyranids.. And... Chaos?
Blargh. Keyguy, I don't now how familiar with canon you are, but those NS apps are taken directly from the WH40k wiki. I don't... Like. Is the Void of the Stars universe a mashup? I knew it was all a little esoteric, buuuuuut is this a thing?
Somebody is playing Tyranids.. And... Chaos?
Blargh. Keyguy, I don't now how familiar with canon you are, but those NS apps are taken directly from the WH40k wiki. I don't... Like. Is the Void of the Stars universe a mashup? I knew it was all a little esoteric, buuuuuut is this a thing?
UreReode was just a hatchling when they came from the sky, blasting apart the clouds and bringing with them the falling of the stars and the crashing of the heavens. This world was never prepared or built for such intrusion, the Great Cycle was never intended to account for aliens from beyond the void wanting to claim the land as their own.
He had seen the first descent, looking upon the blazing streaks of fire as they carried down the first metal mountains to the surface — that verdant, once beautiful, sacred land. The mountains opened themselves beneath the sky that had been perversely scarred by the storm they had created, and the so-called “Humans” poured forth from the gaping maws. They soon decided that the world then, by virtue of their presence, belonged to them.
The Dacyirii had attempted to commune with their boisterous guests, treating them with caution, but open arms. Those who had tried to parley were gunned down on the spot under the pretense of being savage beasts; monsters, even. It was then, when UreReode witnessed the mindless slaughter of his entire hatchery that it became clear to him that the Humans left a lot to be desired in the mastery of their own minds, their own morality. The Dacyirii were not the true monsters here.
His kind fell into disarray in the weeks that followed, and a peaceful life of harmony was stolen from him and replaced by one of fear, fleeing, killing, and war. They were dark days, but because of the greed of one race from far, far away, UreReode and many like him grew not to be one with the Suns and Stars and Moons and Trees, but to be killers as cold and ruthless as those who drove them to their new life, simply in the name of survival.
— -X- —
— -X- —
CANTON/ASM, they called their land. The Dacyirii called it by it’s true name, AæklAkldrReode, The North Mountains. But Humans were stubborn in their ways, they assumed themselves the ultimate authority in every aspect of their existence. However, UreReode and his Dacyirii hunters watching the pathetic creatures drivel on about their lives in some alien tongue proved their true ignorance. They were hidden among the shadows, between the darkest of shapes cast by the titanic trees and the incandescent light cascading through the gaps in the canopy. The contrast was enough to obscure them from the limited visual capacity of these invaders; and they knew their home better than this cancerous race from above ever could. The silent flight of an arrow marked the start of the skirmish, striking a human in the eyeball and decimating his head instantly, his death throes acting as the war call of the hunters hidden from view. Some Humans ran like startled sheep, and some tried to fight; but they were fragile behind their moving metal boxes and walls, behind their mysterious armour and magical stringless bows. They were flesh and skin and bone, substances well suited to be rent by the Dacyirii’s mighty weapons. The night was long and filled with blood, the air thick with the screams of Humans and the death-calls of his own, those brave Dacyirii who would become immortalised in their sacrifice, martyrs for freedom and peace. The echoes could be heard across the valley, and the suns rose red that morning.
UreReode could not count the number that died that night: of his own, or of the Humans, but he knew the forest and the mountains would claim their bodies as the endless turning of the Great Cycle dictated. They had to, there had to have been harmony behind the madness, he had to sternly believe that there was a reason for any of this if he were to keep the Dacyirii hopeful for a future of their own. He knew the Humans were too advanced to keep fighting, despite all their shortcomings. He knew that no numbers could win them this struggle in the end. For every human killed, ten more would appear in their place, with the same foul sorcery wielded by the fallen.
The mountain air did not clear his mind, the endless sky and howling wind did not make him feel alive like it always did. Hope was fading, and the light of the Dacyirii faded with it. There was only one chance for the world to be what it should have been, a prospect so maddeningly improbable that it has never yet been achieved in all the history of his species. The clans would have to unite, come together and look at what matters most to them. Else everything that makes Dacyira special will fade.
He had seen the first descent, looking upon the blazing streaks of fire as they carried down the first metal mountains to the surface — that verdant, once beautiful, sacred land. The mountains opened themselves beneath the sky that had been perversely scarred by the storm they had created, and the so-called “Humans” poured forth from the gaping maws. They soon decided that the world then, by virtue of their presence, belonged to them.
The Dacyirii had attempted to commune with their boisterous guests, treating them with caution, but open arms. Those who had tried to parley were gunned down on the spot under the pretense of being savage beasts; monsters, even. It was then, when UreReode witnessed the mindless slaughter of his entire hatchery that it became clear to him that the Humans left a lot to be desired in the mastery of their own minds, their own morality. The Dacyirii were not the true monsters here.
His kind fell into disarray in the weeks that followed, and a peaceful life of harmony was stolen from him and replaced by one of fear, fleeing, killing, and war. They were dark days, but because of the greed of one race from far, far away, UreReode and many like him grew not to be one with the Suns and Stars and Moons and Trees, but to be killers as cold and ruthless as those who drove them to their new life, simply in the name of survival.
— -X- —
CANTON/ASM, they called their land. The Dacyirii called it by it’s true name, AæklAkldrReode, The North Mountains. But Humans were stubborn in their ways, they assumed themselves the ultimate authority in every aspect of their existence. However, UreReode and his Dacyirii hunters watching the pathetic creatures drivel on about their lives in some alien tongue proved their true ignorance. They were hidden among the shadows, between the darkest of shapes cast by the titanic trees and the incandescent light cascading through the gaps in the canopy. The contrast was enough to obscure them from the limited visual capacity of these invaders; and they knew their home better than this cancerous race from above ever could. The silent flight of an arrow marked the start of the skirmish, striking a human in the eyeball and decimating his head instantly, his death throes acting as the war call of the hunters hidden from view. Some Humans ran like startled sheep, and some tried to fight; but they were fragile behind their moving metal boxes and walls, behind their mysterious armour and magical stringless bows. They were flesh and skin and bone, substances well suited to be rent by the Dacyirii’s mighty weapons. The night was long and filled with blood, the air thick with the screams of Humans and the death-calls of his own, those brave Dacyirii who would become immortalised in their sacrifice, martyrs for freedom and peace. The echoes could be heard across the valley, and the suns rose red that morning.
UreReode could not count the number that died that night: of his own, or of the Humans, but he knew the forest and the mountains would claim their bodies as the endless turning of the Great Cycle dictated. They had to, there had to have been harmony behind the madness, he had to sternly believe that there was a reason for any of this if he were to keep the Dacyirii hopeful for a future of their own. He knew the Humans were too advanced to keep fighting, despite all their shortcomings. He knew that no numbers could win them this struggle in the end. For every human killed, ten more would appear in their place, with the same foul sorcery wielded by the fallen.
The mountain air did not clear his mind, the endless sky and howling wind did not make him feel alive like it always did. Hope was fading, and the light of the Dacyirii faded with it. There was only one chance for the world to be what it should have been, a prospect so maddeningly improbable that it has never yet been achieved in all the history of his species. The clans would have to unite, come together and look at what matters most to them. Else everything that makes Dacyira special will fade.
Raptorman said
And then there's Vel'Nardoc who is the 15 1/2 foot tall one.
On par with the representation of LesaLikl. The actual model is just tipping in at 15'1/2 because i'm extremely inaccurate with my 3d models.
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