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My WIP nation. Many of my characters will be explorers and mercenaries from the Commonwealth ranging out into the stars.

Official Name: The Interstellar Dominion of Mitran States
Unofficial Name(s): The Dominion
Demonym: Citizens, State’ers, Dominars
Capital System: Hearthstar
Capital Planet: Haven
Home Region: The Haven Sector
Head of State: Head Ministers Lady Athena and *Architect
Head of Government: Empress Helena Greywind
Head of Military: Grand Admiral of the Fleet Lord Markus Tyran
Population: Approx 10 billion Mithras, 35 billion biosynths and AI’s.
Type of Power: Size 5, Major Inter Stellar Power. Formerly a Size 6 prior to the civil war.

Mithras: A slender, elven species. On average standing around six feet tall. The prevailance of commercial body-modding means skin color, hair color, height, even apparent age skew wildly from individual to individual. In general, the longer the hair the older a person is, and the more elaborate the hairstyle the more senior they are.

Biosynths: Artificially created subspecies of Mithras or copycats of other minor species they have absorbed into the Dominion. Obedient and communal servants, soldiers, slaves, and laborers of a hundred kinds. They tend to be shorter and less elegant than the highborn natural Mithras.

AIs: Artificial Intelligence (although courts debate rebranding them as synthetic intelligence) make up a major minority of the Dominion’s servant population. Most are low-level entities focused on singular tasks, while a few are high-level minds spanning an entire star system. Or in the case of *Architect, the whole empire. Dominion AI’s add a (*) to the front of their names in text to clearly differentiate themselves from organics in text-comms. As a whole, they are highly intelligent, but tend to lack personal innovation or initiative with a few exceptions.

History: WIP

In a nutshell: a society of natural-born people ruling over a nation of artificial creations after a major civil war, now out to expand and explore the stars to further their own horizons to repair and replace their damaged empire.

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Swapping names to the Mitran Dominion then. I've got quite a bit more to write down, can't wait for this NRP to kick off.
I can rename my nation if you want.

And yes, I am taking quite a few ques from Harrington in some regards. And from a few other of my favorite settings too. ^_^
My WIP nation. Many of my characters will be explorers and mercenaries from the Commonwealth ranging out into the stars.

Official Name: The Interstellar Dominion of Mitran States
Unofficial Name(s): The Dominion
Demonym: Citizens, State’ers, Dominars
Capital System: Hearthstar
Capital Planet: Haven
Home Region: The Haven Sector
Head of State: Head Ministers Lady Athena and *Architect
Head of Government: Empress Helena Greywind
Head of Military: Grand Admiral of the Fleet Lord Markus Tyran
Population: Approx 5 billion Mithras, 20 billion biosynths and AI’s.

Mithras: A slender, elven species. On average standing around six feet tall. The prevailance of commercial body-modding means skin color, hair color, height, even apparent age skew wildly from individual to individual. In general, the longer the hair the older a person is, and the more elaborate the hairstyle the more senior they are.

Biosynths: Artificially created subspecies of Mithras or copycats of other minor species they have absorbed into the Dominion. Obedient and communal servants, soldiers, slaves, and laborers of a hundred kinds. They tend to be shorter and less elegant than the highborn natural Mithras.

AIs: Artificial Intelligence (although courts debate rebranding them as synthetic intelligence) make up a major minority of the Dominion’s servant population. Most are low-level entities focused on singular tasks, while a few are high-level minds spanning an entire star system. Or in the case of *Architect, the whole empire. Dominion AI’s add a (*) to the front of their names in text to clearly differentiate themselves from organics in text-comms. As a whole, they are highly intelligent, but tend to lack personal innovation or initiative with a few exceptions.

History: WIP

In a nutshell: a society of natural-born people ruling over a nation of artificial creations after a major civil war, now out to expand and explore the stars to further their own horizons to repair and replace their damaged empire.

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Styker just sighed at the sight of the player rushing in. "Bloody freaking heck. I'm never getting a seat in a shady corner again. I'm eating outside next time." He grumbled, before pulling out a deck of cards, his preferred from of summoning his Ironclads. Flipping through a couple cards, he decided on a ready hand of five and began charging them with MP. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but his instincts seemed to be guiding him along with his magic, so he rolled with it.

"Well, lets go be big damn heroes then." Commented Tanner as he stood up. "I got to do some long-term hunting on the outside to do myself, so I'd have to go through those guys anyway. I still not sure whether I'll stay with your guild, but for the moment I'll tag along and see if we can't do some good together. A summoner can't operate alone, even if I got this big metal bodyguard." He gave the ironclad a rap on the chest, before also fishing for a small purse of coins to give to the waitress for the meal and any disruption from the Ironclad.
Hydra said
As he walked toward the guild building he could not but notice the huge golem in town. It was not strange that people had their pets on follow but he figured he would go over and give some helpful advice. The guy (Landers) was sitting down looking ready to eat something. "Yo, nice golem you have there." Recca said as he walked up to and and took a seat with out even asking. The game is now running on voice command for all spells as I'm sure you know. so all you need to do is dismiss him and i am sure he will go away, unless you like the attention. By the way My name is Recca Heartseeker, and you are?"


"Call me Styker. Ironclad-marshal type summoner. And I know, I use voice-casting all the time." Grumbled the lion before turning to his golem. "Dismissal! Recall! Retreat! Dismiss!"

The Golem simply tilted its head at the orders, making Tanner shrug and turn back to his bland meal. "See? Can't get the guy to go away even if I want him to. I'll try again when I'm in the field hunting, but I have my doubts."

Phantomlink959 said
"Afternoon, Summoner-san"he bellowed, taking a seat at an adjacent table while he waited for his guild mates"I asume you are cluelss on this as well?"


"Yeah. Don't know what I did to warrant being dragged in here. Especially since none of my friends did either for some reason." Tanner commented. "By the way, have you tried the food here?"

Sawing off a some slices from his hunk of bread and meat, he pushed them over to his new table mates. "Give it a try. Something damn odd about the food here and I was wondering if it was just me or if its a larger problem. Go ahead, its edible, for what its worth."
Taverns did not have all the answers, Tanner grumbled, as he was sitting at the bar sipping at a drink without touching a plate of food he ordered from the waitress, after she got over her initial shock of having an active ironclad inside with the show of gold. He hadn't figured out how to make the giant metal golem go away yet, and the summon was attracting a lot of attention from both the Landers and the low-level players that were inside the tavern and evidently thought he was a guy worth asking advice. Did he seriously look like a NPC quest-giver?!

Well that was one downside of eating in a shady corner with a golem over your shoulder and a unique outfit, he supposed as he took another bite of the bread. Tasteless, odorless, like the mealbars he often bought for long raids. He could stomach the flavor, but he couldn't say the same for some of the other players in here. At this point, he was just glad for something in his stomach than to think about the whys of the matter.

More baffling to him was the Landers. They were acting a bit more like....people. And after her initial shock from the Ironclad, the waitress seemed to be walking over to refil his flagon a bit more often than norm to look at his ears and waving Lion's tail. Curious.

Hearing the door open, Tanner watched as a few new faces showed up. Higher-level players. Good, maybe they would have some answers, or at least distract the newbies away from him so he could eat in peace.
Yes, I'm online! Just a little hard to keep up in an RP without E-mail notifications. Post at tavern coming up soon!
Yo, I'm still in for this.
Wonder how to get Tanner in the guild chat. Perhaps he comes across it by accident while wandering with ironclad in tow?
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