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Both. Characters run the chance of space battles, anomalies, planets with high gravitational pulls, all this can leave you stranded on a planet where you have to survive the elements and npcs till you can find a way to escape. Outside of that you can run into npcs or other characters where combat is possible so yeah it has both.
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With each of you in your own pod you each choose where you want to go. Once you find a way off your starter planet you each choose where in the galaxy you want to go by way of star map and I'll create a post for all of you, everyone gets a unique adventure unless you all band together to follow the main questline.
With each of you in your own pod you each choose where you want to go. Once you find a way off your starter planet you each choose where in the galaxy you want to go by way of star map and I'll create a post for all of you, everyone gets a unique adventure unless you all band together to follow the main questline.
Shall we begin?
Your story does not unfold on a simple planet, nor a solar system. You are far too important for that. The decisions you make will echo across the galaxy for eons to come. Your journey begins on the planet Faren V, a prosperous world located in the Habira System.
Whatever your reasons for being on such a world were, you all have arrived at the same fate. Awoken within an escape pod hurtling through an unfamiliar solar system with no memory of what came before, you have mere minutes to examine the planets before you and choose where your journey truly begins. Will you survive and search for answers? Or was this all the perfect opportunity to start life anew?
A Meeting of Queens
a collab between TheDarkTemplar and @LadyRunic
It had not been long after Evelyn fell asleep was she woken by the sound of knocking upon her room door. Grabbing her sword she approached slowly, making sure her steps were as silent as possible. Gripping the handle she yanked her chamber door open and raised her blade only to hold back upon noticing her visitor's visage was shared with Alysse. She had expected that they would exchange words again but not so soon after their last. Lowering her sword she began to close the door while whispering, "One moment". Quickly changing back into her robe and veil she exited her chambers, leaving Bartuc behind to rest.
Clio, Alysse's Third, bowed respectfully. While it no doubt rankled the Ironteeth witch, her leader had spoken. It was not wise for any underling to defy their coven's leader. It could cost rank, coven and potentially life. Alysse was a reasonable witch, but even she had lines that should not be crossed. "Milady sends her regards, and resquests you to her chambers." Turning she gestured that the woman should proceed her. Speaking quietly as to not be over heard, Clio moved her head closer to whisper to the Prophet. "She does not wish for you to be taken a fool."
"The meaning of such I suppose will be revealed upon my arrival." Evelyn's eyes quickly scanned the halls checking to see of there were any interlopers before making her way through the halls with Clio. Plans had begun to formulate within the mind of the veiled mother. Schemes and conspiracies of such cunning she'd been taught to construct by her lord. All within this keep had a role to play, and she would see each properly compensated for their part.
Neither Norae nor Dorae appeared before the Vieled Mother. There was no need to stop the woman, their misson was to stop those without their leader's invite. Opening the door Clio, bowed the prophettess into the common room. Within ten women lounged about on various chairs, couches and lounges. Cat-esque eyes peering at the interloper in their domain, assessing the danger to their leader and not making a move to hide it. Anise turned her attention back to the window after a moment. The rest twisting about to relax in the luxurious requirements. Alysse longued in the largest and softest of chairs, her second in command, MIna, at her right hand. Several weapons lingering with easy and obvious reach of her. "Ah... Lady Evelyn." The lead witch purred. "Welcome to the abode Lancelot graciously appointed to us." She gestured about with a finely boned hand indicating her sister. "My coven- Blackwater- sisters." Clio poured a goblet of wine, offering it to the woman after taking a drink herself to prove it's trustworthiness. "There are two others of us, but they are making sure we are not overheard nor interrupted less we wish it." She quirked a eyebrow, with a inviting smile. "I did not wish for you to mistake one who might do you harm with one of us." She knew her sisters were feeling alarmed. They did not like her bringing a stranger so close. But her job was to look for the best of the coven. Enemy or foe. She wanted this woman close.
Evelyn's eyes went across the room as Alysse spoke, she could already feel the growing whispers within her mind as her lord began contemplating their next step. "I must admit my friend, I did not expect our next conversation until at least tomorrow. Nevertheless, it is a welcome surprise.", her words were gentle and to a degree sincere but the veiled mother was never one to trust fully on a first encounter. As she spoke her mind reached for Bartuc, imploring him to wake and come to her aid should she need him. "To be truthful, I did wish to discuss something of importance while we still had some semblance of privacy tonight", Evelyn took a step towards the window, peering out to inspect the status of her cultists outside the keep. It had been some time since she arrived and new armies gathered around Lancelot's castle, their numbers dwarfing her own.
Gesturing for Alysse to accompany here by the window, what exposed regions of her face gave a look of seriousness and concern. "Tell me, what do you see before you when you look down at the castle gates?", her voice void of the warmth it once had.
The Night Witch rose from her chair. Her Second following like a shadow. "Why take time waiting? Unexpected things tend to pop up, and I thought it might be the wiser notion to fly into the maelstorm with a firm plan." Anise moved to the side of the window, still a steady guard incase any threat appeared that way. Her gait was as graceful and sure as a cat. Casting her gaze down towards the armies, her frown grew slightly. "Those men, women. Whatever the race be." She flicked her fingers is a almost dismissive gesture and several of her sisters cackled softly in amusement. Their sort didn't overly care what they mated with to produce their daughters, only that they were strong and-generally- handsome. "I see those for the bleeding and the rutting. I also see problems. Threats to my coven and our hold on our lands." She raised a brow at the Veiled Mother. Careful keeping a serene look of concern upon her face. "What is it you see? Down there, and up here?" It was bold, perhaps a tad too much so. But this woman was in Alysse's domain, and her coven about her made her so. She could not relax her position unless her sisters questioned her. Not that they made a habit of that.
"Below us I see opportunity, same as here. The nature of these two vary greatly however. I cannot divulge much but be assured I am of no threat to your coven. Know that there are plans in place to see each of us to our deserved reward. Stick close to myself and Bartuc when this crusade begins, I would not have my ally far from my side", there was never a moment where Evelyn was not planning for the future, never a moment when her thoughts weren't focused on how to gain an advantage. Whatever everyone elses reasons for joining this crusade, Evelyn's were solely to regain the throne, eliminating any threats to it wherever they may be.
Raising a pale brow, the witch listened to her sisters shift restlessly. Oh, there were plans. The whorls of Fate that the Triple-Goddess whispered through. Gesturing sharply with a flick of her fingers she leaned against the sill of the window. "Nor would I. So long as the partnership is benefical, and respect is maintained." Alysse gave Evelyn a poliet smile, a geniune one. "Give us that along with continuation of our blood and our bloody wine." She inclined her head in a solemn nod. "I believe you will find what you lost." Her witches would bend to noone but her, nor would they accept anything less than a equal partnership. They were a prideful people. Though this woman, Alysse found herself very much wanting to seduce this woman and discover more about her. Though wisdom warned her not to.
"You have my word, as bride to our lord and heir to Tyrvald, when this is said and done, your kin shall find safe harbor in my kingdom", Evelyn bowed deeply, a smile on her face as she turned back towards the door with Clio and Serrafina as her escorts.
Alysse bowed just a deeply, and was far past sorely tempted to give wisdom the offending finger. Evelyn was a lovely woman, veiled and all.
posting tonight, @LadyRunic you wanna do a collab?
Here, working on stuff and was waiting for the timeskip to the mission but I'll post something now.
To say the evening went as expected would be a lie on Evelyn's part. Upon arrival she had expected to find a usurper sitting atop the throne of Camelot surrounded by military tacticians, treasurers, and perhaps a mage or two. Instead she found herself in the company of various oddities and abominations, some among them being nothing more than base creatures she would cut down had they not been a part of this fellowship. As of the moment, Alysse appeared to be the only one here of worth to The Veiled Mother. However, their crusade had only just begun and she was sure more potential allies would reveal themselves...as well as new threats. To her surprise, the voice of reason revealed itself among them. While she did agree with Ester that cooperation was to everyone's benefit, she did not share her sympathy towards the state of the realm. In truth, Evelyn cared very little about Camelot for it was not her home but rather outlander territory. In an ideal world she would prefer this land to remain in disarray, never to pose threat to Tyrvald. Unfortunately, in order to reclaim her throne her assistance in bringing order to this land was necessary. "Bartuc, could you please find our rooms for us?", with her gentle tone masking her true nature she then turned back towards her newfound friend. "I believe it is time for me to take to my chambers. It has been a pleasure, Alysse, should you happen to pass by my chambers, I implore you to pay a visit. There is much more I wish to discuss with you in confidence", without another word The Veiled Mother left the company of the hall with Bartuc, a low almost silent whispering becoming ever more faint as their presence exited the room.
Through the halls of her new home, Evelyn was plagued by the echoes of the restless souls tethered to this place. Vestiges of the damned calling out to a world no longer their own. 'If only you'd been born Tyrvaldi, perhaps your lives would still be your own', her somber thoughts leading her mind towards times she'd rather forget. Bartuc had entered the room first, searching for signs of intrusion before allowing his master to enter with a nod of approval. Evelyn's eyes slowly went across the room, not in search of danger but rather to simply take in what would be her home for the foreseeable future. "I can imagine we've much to look forward to come morning. Hopefully our lord provides further guidance in the coming days. For now rest well, my friend, much work lies ahead of us", Evelyn waited till Bartuc left before removing her veil. It wasn't that she felt uncomfortable around him, in truth it was quite the opposite. Something about removing her veil felt as if it required some level of privacy. With the veil removed, her true self was revealed. Her steely grey eyes appearing calm yet focused as she made her way behind the folding screen. Once out of her formal wear her long brown hair fell just a short way past her shoulders. Her fair skin marked with infrequent scars along the length of her body told the story of the warrior queen.
Her room was comprised of a small lounge at the entrance, a luxurious bedroom beyond it, and bathroom of equal quality to the bedroom. The last time she had spent a night in a room like this was prior to her leaving Tyrvald to prepare to inherit the throne. Once again her mind traveled back to times to painful to remember. Stepping into the bath she relaxed her body within the warm water, hoping to ease her mind and focus attention towards preparations for the future. She would follow the orders of Lancelot, despite being a foreign king he was the servant of her Lord whether he knew it or not. As for the others...time would tell where their loyalties lay. He came without warning, a sudden voice whose arrival Evelyn was more than familiar with.
Through the halls of her new home, Evelyn was plagued by the echoes of the restless souls tethered to this place. Vestiges of the damned calling out to a world no longer their own. 'If only you'd been born Tyrvaldi, perhaps your lives would still be your own', her somber thoughts leading her mind towards times she'd rather forget. Bartuc had entered the room first, searching for signs of intrusion before allowing his master to enter with a nod of approval. Evelyn's eyes slowly went across the room, not in search of danger but rather to simply take in what would be her home for the foreseeable future. "I can imagine we've much to look forward to come morning. Hopefully our lord provides further guidance in the coming days. For now rest well, my friend, much work lies ahead of us", Evelyn waited till Bartuc left before removing her veil. It wasn't that she felt uncomfortable around him, in truth it was quite the opposite. Something about removing her veil felt as if it required some level of privacy. With the veil removed, her true self was revealed. Her steely grey eyes appearing calm yet focused as she made her way behind the folding screen. Once out of her formal wear her long brown hair fell just a short way past her shoulders. Her fair skin marked with infrequent scars along the length of her body told the story of the warrior queen.
Her room was comprised of a small lounge at the entrance, a luxurious bedroom beyond it, and bathroom of equal quality to the bedroom. The last time she had spent a night in a room like this was prior to her leaving Tyrvald to prepare to inherit the throne. Once again her mind traveled back to times to painful to remember. Stepping into the bath she relaxed her body within the warm water, hoping to ease her mind and focus attention towards preparations for the future. She would follow the orders of Lancelot, despite being a foreign king he was the servant of her Lord whether he knew it or not. As for the others...time would tell where their loyalties lay. He came without warning, a sudden voice whose arrival Evelyn was more than familiar with.
Can vouch for Zel, best Co-gm a guy could ask for.
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