The Captain

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP) [Now doing Pop. Rolls]

Heck, I'm a sucker for Mad Max. Can I get a set of rolls?

[Advanced] The Fall of an Empire: Space Opera NRP

Unless anyone has other designs for it, I think I'll make a decimated Almata into one of my faction's holdouts.

[Advanced] The Fall of an Empire: Space Opera NRP

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This is literally exactly the faction I was planning to make.

Damn.

@Pepperm1nts

Maybe we could make it work. Some sort of schism in the ranks? Or our delegated duties were different?

Maybe there's a debate behind the scenes about what the next step should be for the empire, and we're each playing divergent factions. Maybe one of us is playing the 'Imperial Military Forces' while the other is the 'Palace Guard' or something along those lines.

EDIT: If anything, I'm inclined towards being breakaway radicals. And you could be the main body. Or something.

[Advanced] The Fall of an Empire: Space Opera NRP

Alright, considering the glut of outsiders and aliens and insurrectionists I'm going to opt for a different concept. I'm intent on playing as the Empire's 'Praetorian Guard'. Their Sardaukar, if you will. Genetically engineered, eugenically pedigreed soldiers of the Emperor's household. Those that remain now occupy a precarious, awkward position. The throne is empty. The Emperor is dead or missing, even if the party line is that he's simply been spirited away to safety. So now, their duty is to find the Emperor, or find a replacement, and try to keep all the disparate 'loyalists' and more pliable parties from tearing the whole institution apart.

Their leadership has collectively abstained from any ambitions towards the throne, but they feel they have the privilege to deny 'unworthy' claimants their own place on it. After all, his majesty yet lives. The coup was a failure. The attempt on his life has failed.

They have to walk a fine line of denying that anything is wrong while simultaneously moving forwards.

And, you know, there's the fact that they failed to protect him in the first place. That must sting.

[Advanced] The Fall of an Empire: Space Opera NRP

Consider me very interested. I have a concept-in-progress! Space pirates and foreigners and insurrectionists, led by a 'civilized' Astrogoth (perhaps one who was taken as a hostage in an earlier conflict on the periphery of the empire and raised in an Arcturan household), who lured an Imperial fleet into a disastrous ambush in which they captured numerous vessels and essentially garnered enough strength for themselves by way of plundering military hardware in order to roll over a number of petty secessionists and regional governments and create something of a 'pirate republic'. They're simultaneously rejecting Imperial ideals (in particular the established social hierachy and humanocentric policies), and acting as inheritors of sorts.

Their leader, being Arcturan-educated, is very much inclined towards taking what he thinks 'works' and doing away with what he thinks doesn't. He's a larger-than-life figure, and there's all sorts of mystique swirling around him, and there's all these tales of his daring and bravado and his legendary victories. He's cultivated something of a cult of personality, but the future of the territory he's carved out for himself is all very much up in the air. He has no heir, and even if he did appoint one, what are the chances they'd survive the first year of their reign? He has the charisma and the history with these people to make it work, few others do. He's aware of this. So he wants to consolidate. He wants to put up a front of civility and be recognized by his intergalactic peers. He wants to whip the gangs and tribes that he has under his banner into shape.

Civil Space (More Space NRPs)

It's a single page.

Civil Space (More Space NRPs)

So it does have power, by way of being an institution that the major powers are intent on seeing perpetuated? A mandate put out by the AGR is going to be pressured into implementation by said states.

Plague of the North

Drusus leaned against the table they spoke at as he listened, crossing one booted foot over the other, shifting his weight from both to just one. He inclined his head, and the room's guttering light lent his features a severe quality. His gaze remained affixed to hers, and as she continued to speak of mages with such intimate knowledge his brow furrowed. Slow at first, a look of idle curiosity, but then his features betrayed something more urgent. He was scrutinizing her intently, her and her words both. It wasn't every day someone claimed to have slain a wizard, much less to his face. He wouldn't believe such drivel usually, but tonight he did.

She's not a braggart, intimidation or not, who here could say if it's true besides her? he mused, We of the curse are fallible. If anyone could do the job it'd be a cutthroat. Tsk.

His smile returned, his briefly stormy disposition clearing up as she finished the anecdote. He set his cup aside and laid his hand flat against the table, not far from the drink itself.

"You know ... it's not often someone has the courage to tell a wizard that they've killed wizards," he said, mirthful laughter on the edge of his words, "I most sincerely hope that it wasn't a threat." He was quiet for a few seconds, peering at her, smiling, though his gaze was intent, piercing even. "Either way. I'll take it as sound advice not to cross you. Not that I should have to, considering we're both here for the same thing."

For ourselves, if I could hazard a guess, he thought.

He shifted his weight, back to standing on both feet, and unfolded his arms. He stepped away from the table - and his wine - and made his way over to the idol of Skeitha. He examined it was a raised brow, with a curiosity that looked altogether irreverent. There was no religious solemnity, at least not outwardly.

"I always found the gods of other people to be so interesting," he murmured, changing the subject, "At the risk of sounding pretentious ... I feel a person's faith always says a great deal about them." He scoffed softly and pulled a Florine Sword-And-Sun Rosary from one of his pockets. "I am of the Light, myself. Every good Floriner is, or so it is said."

He pivoted on one heel, turning to face her with the gilded Sword-And-Sun icon displayed in an open, upturned palm. "What do you suppose, if you care to share? About the Light?"

True Vacuum - New Universe Space NRP

I've got a potential concept for a human state. Perhaps even Earth itself, depending on how things shape up.

Plague of the North

Intending on another post today. I should definitely be writing more frequently now, which is good.