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L'estasi di Crediti - A Star Wars Story

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L'estasi di Crediti - A Star Wars Story

L'estasi di Crediti

There's war in the galaxy. Battles between Imperial and Rebel forces are raging throughout hundreds of star systems, and no side seems eager to surrender. Life has been forever altered for billions of people on a thousand different worlds. But not here. Not on Tatooine.

Why, you ask? It's simple really. In the eyes of imperials and rebels alike, Tatooine is nothing more than a shithole. A remote shithole, at that, and full of sand. And they're right. There isn't much here to fight for, unless you have a craving for womp rats and bantha turds.

Or if you happen to, say, know of a crashed stolen ship that had something really valuable on it. Something valuable enough to kill for.

One way or another, you all find yourselves on this desolate rock in the middle of nothing, with only one goal in sight: to get your hands on that treasure, no matter what.

And may the force be with anyone who gets in your way.

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WANTED:

Players for a game of epic adventures in the Star Wars universe

Think Clint Eastwood on Tatooine. Think lonesome travellers from all across the galaxy, all looking for the same thing, and noone looking to share. Think speeder-chases over the sunscorched dunes, drop-dime blaster duels and perilious prowls through canyons infested with sandpeople. That's what this game is about.

What I'm looking for characterwise are scum and villains in all shapes and sizes. Bounty hunters, bandits, thieves and goons. You know the drill. I'll supply a simple sheet below that you can fill out if you're interested in playing. Format this sheet however you like. Protip: I kind of like fancy sheets.

I'll also answer any questions you might have as best I can.

Character Sheet

Name:
Picture: (voluntary)
Description: (age, gender, race, appearance, equipment, abilities, etc)
Background: (stuff your character's famous/infamous for having done)

Looking forward to playing with you!

Age of Iron - Reboot Edition

There it is. Sorry for the wait.

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Luukava

"What news from the east?" Nigul inquired of his advisors, "What's going on over there?"

He was a big man, Nigul, but not in the tall sense. He was often referred to as "the boulder" because of his build. It was a fitting description to his mind. He liked to think of himself as a rock not only in appearance, but in temper; hard to move, but harder still to stop once he got rolling. His advisors neither looked nor behaved anything like him. Some of them were big, but not from muscle. Where he was hard they were soft. Where he stood firm, they were always shifting. He despised them like the night hates the sun, but he recognized that they had their uses. For one, many of them were rich, and riches were always handy in a tight spot.

It was Tõnis that first braved an answer. "Honestly, Jarl, we don't know for sure." he said while spreading his fat hands apologetically, "It seems some hamlet or other was attacked or raided, but details are scarce."

"Probably the seal-folk." Mihkel mused in his raspy whisper of a voice, "They do love themselves a little raid or two in springtime." Some heads bobbed in agreement. Tõnis, however, didn't seem convinced.

"What do you think, old boar?" Nigul ventured.

"I don't know." he said, scratching the stubble on his chin, "But I do know that this is early for Seals to go hunting. A bit too early, actually."

"Who, then?" Mihkel rasped accusingly, apparently not keen on being second-guessed. "Can't be the Pale fuckers, Kinnisvara just bested them. Can't be Osai this far south. Can sure as sure not be northeners, they have their rivers to fight over." More heads bobbing now. "So who?"

Tõnis shot Nigul a glance. "Might be islanders." He suggested, shrugging.

“Preposterous!” Mihkel exclaimed, waving a hand at his fellow advisor as though his words were an unpleasant odor, “It’s been over twelve winters since we last heard of a Red Tide. They have left their old ways behind, that’s what their traders have been telling me all this time. Their last defeat taught them a lesson.”

“Still.” Nigul intervened, “It is possible.”

Mihkel eyed him angrily but nodded grudgingly in the end. “Aye, I suppose.”

The discussion was interrupted by a knock on the door. A guard entered, and Nigul saw a rather ragged man outside.

“Jarl Nigul,” the guard began, “Forgive my intrusion, but I believe I have news of importance to current affairs. We have a visitor from the bay. He claims to have been sent by the Seal King.”

A few eyebrows went up at that, and looks were traded throughout the room.

“He also brings a letter” the guard continued, “Supposedly from his liege.”

Nigul beckoned at the guard to hand him the letter, and read it quietly before relaying its contents to the rest of the room.

Mihkel was the first to speak. “Might be a trick.”

“Aye,” Tõnis replied, “But it might also be the truth.”

To quell further argument, Nigul held up his hand to call for silence. “In either case” he said, “We would do well to prepare. I will agree to the terms laid out in this letter and send the man on his way with his horses. Guard, you will find some in the stable. Kinnisvara will have to fend for themselves for the time being. In the meantime, we will post more sentries and evacuate the villages closest to the sea. If the letter is true and the islanders approach us, we will fall back and dig in further inland. Then we will see.”

Mihkel and Tõnis looked at each other for some time, and finally nodded in unison. “Aye, my Jarl.” Mihkel said, “So be it.”

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I'll start typing, then!

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Aaand there you go, post's up.

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Kinnisvara

The town was in a state of complete turmoil, and Paavo was in the midst of it. It shouldn't have come as a big surprise that news of an approaching enemy host of great proportions would send people into panic, but seeing it first hand could shock even the most hardened soul. He had spent the last few hours desperately trying to direct warriors and commoners to their appropriate places, but the fact of the matter was that things were in quite a sorry state. The other veterans did the best they could too, but without the authority that Kadri held over the populace things were looking grim.

"No, forget that!" he yelled at a passing man who for some reason had decided to try and bring a ridiculously large chest with him, "Leave it! Take only what you need and head towards the fort! There's no time!"

The man stopped in his tracks and stared at Paavo, his tunic turned dark from sweat, trying to find the right words to excuse his actions but looking more like a fish gulping for air. "But" he ventured, "My clothes... they're made from southern silk and-"

"By the dead, man!" Paavo interrupted, "Would you rather look poor alive or fancy as a corpse? There are warriors coming, and they won't care two shits about any of your-"

"Paavo!" Someone called, breaking Paavos rant off mid-sentence. He turned and saw Heino rushing towards him. Oh great. Just great. In the confusion, the man attempted to slip away with his oversized trunk. Paavo was just about to call out to him again when Heino reached him.

"Paavo." Heino wheezed, breathing hard, "I just got word; the sentries have spotted people coming this way. From the coast."

Shit. "How many? Were they mounted?"

"A company, the messenger wasn't specific. And aye, they were."

Well that's something, at least. "It must be the Jarl, then."

Heino looked more than releaved at that. "What do you reckon we should do?"

"Same as we're doing right now." Paavo said, "But better gather some warriors to meet her once she arrives. You go ahead and do that, Heino. I'll stay here and keep things moving."

"Good man." Henino replied and put a strong hand on Paavos shoulder, "Good man. I can see why Kadri likes you."

You don't know the half of it, Paavo thought and patted Kadris husband on the shoulder in return.

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Kadri gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath as she came into her hold. The cut in her leg shot spikes of pain through her body at every bump in the saddle, but all things considered she'd been lucky. The charge and the following battle had been rightous but bloody. It had gone smooth in the beginning, but once the invaders'd had time to form up properly the situation had changed. They had managed to kill a whole lot of them, sure, but they had lost a good few too. More than half, as it were. Still, they got a few survivors with them and, best of all, one of the enemy commanders. She hadn't been able to get much out of him on the way back, but he'd talk before long. Heated steel had that effect on men.

Kinnisvara was in a possibly even worse condition than her band. People were running to and fro, openly ignoring commands from the few veterans trying to organize them. She would have to do everything herself, it seemed. But I suppose that's the way of things. If you want something done right... A group of warriors came to meet them as they entered the square. She spotted Heino among them.

"I'm so glad you're safe!" he said as she dismounted, "When Paavo said he'd left you there alone, I thought-"

"He didn't leave me," she forced out through clenched teeth as pain shot through her leg when she tried to put weight on it, "I ordered him to. Where is he?"

"Paavo?" her husband replied, looking somewhat taken aback, "He's over there, but I-"

"I need to see him. Take care of the horses and the wounded, and get people going. We need to reach the fort before sundown."

"Yes, of course, but-"

"I will speak with you later."

She left him there and hobbled as fast as she could towards where Heino had pointed. It didn't take long before she spotted the bald veteran through the crowd, waving his arms shouting furiously at a man trying desperately to pick up what looked like a large quantity of fine clothing from an overturned trunk. She went up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"What now?" he shouted while turning, "Can't you see I'm- oh, it's you!"

"Indeed," she grunted, still struggling to speak properly through the haze of pain. "We need to speak, and quick. We hit them hard on the beach, but they're coming."

"That's what I reckoned." Paavo replied, "I got everyone working on getting to the fort as soon as I returned."

"Good, but that won't be enough. We can probably hold them there for some time, but we'll need reinforcement. I need you to go upriver and warn the Istung. Make them come here and fight these bastards off."

"What? I'm not going anywhere!" Paavo exclaimed, that same sickening worrying look that he'd had on the ridge above Külake, "Send someone else, send Heino! I'm staying with you."

"No." she began, slowly, "No, you're not. I need someone I can trust to do this. Do you understand? I need you to do this. Pick a handful of warriors and get moving. Every moment counts."

She looked him in the eyes, trying to get the message across. His face was filled with doubt and uncertainty, and she could see his mind was working furiously to find an excuse for him to stay. But she held his gaze, refused to let go, and slowly his resolve began to melt away. He sighed all of a sudden, shoulders going limp. "I suppose you're right." he conceded.

"I usually am. Now go."

But he didn't. Instead he kept looking at her, something else in his face now. She furred her brows. "What is it?"

"I just..." he croaked, "I suppose this is goodbye, then. I..." His voice trailed off.

She took hold of his collar then, as she had on the beach, and pulled him close.

"Aye, it is," she whispered, "But only for now." Then she kissed him. It wasn't deep or long, but hard and passionate. "Now do as I told you and go. We're depending on you. I'm depending on you."

He looked as though he was going to add something to that, but thought better of it. He turned and hurried off without looking back. That shut him up. And now, to clean up this mess... She turned to get back to her warriors so they could start organizing this debacle properly, and instantly met Heinos gaze. He had a strange expression on his face. She sighed. I guess I'll have to clean that mess up too, then. But first things first.

Age of Iron - Reboot Edition

I got a surprise vivist from an old friend over the weekend, so my post will be delayed until Sunday or Monday. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Age of Iron - Reboot Edition

Isn't Celand like an old imperial remnant? Maybe the suits of plate are very rare heirlooms or something. Anyway, I'm thinking that since this game isn't about statistics (and thus not about arms-races or OP militaries), maybe the plate isn't that important. It doesn't really fit the setting, but to me it's ok as long as it's the exception that confirms the rule.