Windstormugly

A very ordinary place

Accidentally crashing onto a village killing everyone and becoming worshiped as gods by the neighbours O_O

@Silvir

That would certainly be a stereotypical order of events, let us see what happens.

Im debating with myself if you should have a prologue scene to the crash and thus a potential to direct your splash-zone.
Or if I should just roll dice and see where you end up... if I roll 6 6 6 I'm planning a subnautica play, only you arent equipped for deep sea excursion. Or maybe you are, we shall see ^_^

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@Sapphic Nunnery Hi there, no it has not started yet.
I'll be getting the ooc and stuff up and running when one or two more people have shown an interest in the idea. Then the rp itself will start maybe a week after, allowing for everyone to make characters and getting to know the premise better.

I'm guessing you are interested in the idea, so, anything I can elaborate :) ?

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@Wolvena Happy to have you with us :)

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@Rusalka Glad to hear that :)
I did not know what Elex was but after looking it up I understand what you mean with the vibes.
No problem if you are more familiar with fantasy, you won't need to be knee deep in hard sf to chrashland on Chralmede ;)

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Well, lovely to have you here @Silvir any questions as to what this crash will potentially entail for you and your crewmates?

A very ordinary place

The world of Chramlede is nothing special, a rocky planet and moon in an unassuming little starsystem with two sibling planets, a gas giant neighbor and a dim yellow star.
On its surface three continents lazily move about, too slow for anyone to notice, flora and fauna as you would expect. Flowering trees along with pines, fish and mammals on land, birds in the sky, dragons in caves.
Tribal groups of intelligent bipedals walking around trying to survive. Praying to their gods no plight or ill befall them. Taming their fear with tools and magic alike.

Chralmede is not the first or alone with its name, floating along in space in time and the astral sea.

A very ordinary place...

You just had to crashland, didn't you?

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Whello there!
If its not clear, Im thinking of starting a little simple scifi meets fantasy story, any interested?

The Redeemer Corps (Multiverse Villains to Heroes) - Be ressureccted today! [CLOSED]

Very interested, villainous adversery up within days :)

The Portal Opens

Whello there!

I have a generic story about a world wherein magic appeared first a century or so ago. Magic rocks, societal change, government secrecy, new strange creatures, the usual.

The plot will revolve around the sudden "opening" of the Gate, the "alien/otherworldly" object that brought magic. And with how those having adjusted to magic react.

Anyone interested in a little wilderness survival and modernish fantasy, just step right in and if not ask away and I'll hopefully make you ^^

Children of Plunder

Tserv Diaahk

Appearance:

Like all Va'che, Tserv is about 10 feet tall, but the biotech project had some lasting effects. His "rib-legs" are no more, and his tail became an abomination, that he had to part with.
He spends most of his time wearing his EVA-combat-suit, or a more relaxed travel-getup.


Without the armor Tserv has a slight bluish skin tone, a lot of scars cover his body and the exoskeleton plates can be seen in places.

approximation

Name: Tserv Diaahk
First Lieutenant Thirty-fourth Biotech-Squadron Nomad-Fleet Gehestl
Race: Nhlik
Age: 134
Gender: born Va'che (unstable false Chel'kiv)
Job: Gunner/"Pilot"/Engineer

Weapons:

First and foremost in Tserv's arsenal is his refitted EVA-battle-suit. It can withstand more abuse than a regular one and has more powerful energy cells. Likewise the suit has better navigational​ thrusters. Inbuilt weaponry is an electrical discharge and an EMP (the suit itself is shielded from weaker such). There are plasma-cells stored in the suit for emergency ammo or utility. The suit has a personal shield generator that sadly uses too much energy to be operational constantly.
There is a broad variety of weaponry stored on the runner, but Tserv prefers four heavy plasma assault rifles. He has also remade them for using different kinds of ammunition.

He can also attach his armored tail to the suit for short periods of time, until it overloads his nervous system.

Abilities: Skilled pilot. Trained soldier and squadron-leader. Quadextrous shooter. Nhliki martial artist. Survivalist. Decent engineer/mechanic. Nanobot-control (lets him perform self-maintenance under controlled circumstances).
Nanite-induced system-overcharge, giving him a physical and mental high, enhancing every capability, like enabling him the extended use of his tail as well as minor telepathic powers.

Personality: Tserv has no problem following orders, but he tends to do it his way, which might include ultraviolence. Nhliki culture is at lengths a very separated thing. The biological castes and the efficient way to direct tasks, survives into their space-faring society. Life as a soldier meant following orders, and when you're the one giving them, making sure they are quick, concise and produce results. Even after living among humans and other species for so long, Tserv still views most situations as such, which also includes the people.

Short bio:

Tserv grew up on one of the military-ships of the Gehestl fleet. He was born one among many Va'che to a Nil'che military mother. Their father, the Che'kiv captain of the ship demanded one thing from his Va'che children, that they become soldiers. And a soldier Tserv became.

Soon after he got to first lieutenant he among many others were chosen for a bio-enhancement project. A procedure that would finally break the barrier of the other Che from the Che'kiv. At first the experiment seemed a success. All participants started showing signs of a metamorphosis, but soon they started to die, their own bodies rejecting the changes. More than half of them very dead by the time anyone found a way to supress the "Shedding". A syntethic enzyme carried by biotech nanites.

Sadly, the nanite-treatments were more expensive than the potential profit from the false Chel'kiv. And they were deemed an acceptable loss. Some of them survived thanks to a degrading into Va'chel, but Tserv instead decided that if he wasn't wanted, then he would rather leave. So he rang in some favors, and made off the fleet with a ship and enough nanites to last him a lifetime.

That was 60 years ago, and during that time Tserv has made a living as a mercenary, smuggler and occasional pirate. He has learnt to stabilize his body better with a combination of the bio-nanites and nanobots of his own creation. Along the way he also had to amputate his tail, but he keeps it alive and well on his ship, as he can reattach it when he wants to.

Finding the flyer on a smuggler-station, however it had ended up there it caught his interest, and he ended up joining the crew of the Typhoon.

The Runner WIP

A small Berserker that Tserv borrowed from Gehestel when he was discarded.
She is a trustworthy vessel that has gotten him through more than one tough situation.

Class: Heavy Fighter (15m long, 5m wide, 5m high, 8*6*3m wings)
Armor: 1.0m tungsteel alloy.
Engine: 5 sub-light thrusters (max 25g) Manuvering thrusters aplenty (max 5g). Inertial dampeners 20g.
FTL: N/A
Energy reactor: H3 Fusion reactor, runtime of 1.000 hours (full yield). Emergency solar-panels (10% yield). Battery-crystals, runtime 10 hours (full yield, 80% charging efficiency).
Computer: Simple system interface, able to perform automatic control within set parameters. Remote controll possible. Quantum encryption.
Shields: Plasma shields. Full shielding of ship, activated use. Useful against energy-weapons, meager use against plasma- gravity- and kinetic weapons, all but useless against missiles, mines and drones. 2 generators for ship body, one generator for each wing.
Armaments: Energy-beam cannon mounted in ships prow, draws ship-energy. 5 kinetic turrets, 1 ship roof, 2 ship keel, 1 atop each wing. 6000 rounds per minute, 2km/sec velocity (30.000rounds/turret full load). Cruise-missiles, 10 kiloton yield (12 missiles full load).
Cargo: N/A
Crew: 1 minimum, 5 max. 58.5 cubic m "living space"
Misc: Tserv considers the Runner his home, and he generally treats her better than actual people.

Nhlik WIP

Simple info, insect-like-people. Have four "sexes".

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Jeremy Hart

The whole thing kept shoving his mind in the fact that it was so much more real than he had wanted to believe. Nevertheless, after having that embarrassment safely buried in his mind, Jeremy simply followed the group as it were.
The dormouse surprised him, not because it went out to fight things they were obviously not yet ready to, but because he felt something stir in him as he watched her walk to meet the shadows, something he couldn't remember feeling for a long time. If ever. The want to do what was right, simply because one should...
It was quickly turned into a feeling of needing to prove himself just as capable. Which the others beat him to. Some of them tearing into the things surrounding them with an abandon he could never see himself performing.

Persona the word was spoken quietly, As if he subconsciously mistrusted himself to manage it, his fundamental need to justify his own self-regard, his need of his actions to be impact and meaningful.

I am thou and thou art I, I am he who built the labyrinth, I am he who made wings to fly, Daedalus! a weathered man with wings risen from Jeremy's shadow. And the gist of wind propelled the teacher forward, a shining rapier cutting through the monster in front of him, the Maya fell with a deflating sound.