SerakHawk

Round 7 - Years 2052-2054 Illumined Utopian - [] - Region(s) 01, 10, 45 Diplomacy - Attend an Event! (Maybe!) Diplomacy - Encourage Settlement (01)! (2d6+4) Faith - Convert Anjahar (11) to Soul's Fascination Majority w Support (2d6+7-1+2) Faith - Convert Taumaru (19) to Soul's Fascination Minority w Support (2d6+7-1+2) Faith - Seek Aid on Encourage Settlement (01) (2d6+7) Console Antonius Drusus (He/Him) Dip: 4 || Mil: 5 S5 Eco: 3 || Fai: 7 S5 Int: 3 Unit Cap: 4 / 9 Treasure: 0 || Income: +0 Additional Items Non-Action: Resist all Conversion Attempts on Region 10 (2d6+7) Non-Action: Resist all Conversion Attempts beyond Minority on Region 1 and Region 45 (2d6+7) Non-Action: Resist all hostile actions against owned trade-posts. (10-TP1 & 11-TP2) Non-Action: The Reflective Gardens Embassy is being reopened for business with the de-escalation of hostilities. Non-Action: Accept the Merger of Soul's Expression and Fascination to Soul's Fascination! (Region 01, 10) Non-Action: Accept Faith Size Increases From Soul's Fascination Merger (Region 1 > Plurality if Encourage Settlement works?) Non-Action: Adopt Soul's Fascination as the new state faith. Non-Action: Arkhive Æternal Submissions (+6) The Life of a Jy'mar - Day One The Life of a Jy'mar citizen, by Cluatis Masiziou Dear reader, you may have heard much or little of the plight of the Jy'mar - I would not expect you to sympathize much but hear me out. For other Jy'mar know my fears and shiver at a life beyond the walls of the warrens of our home. For you see - for those not in the know, the Jy'mar are short compared to the Imperial Standard. Our tallest warriors only measure 4 inches from foot to head without their armor suits. I will regale to you the horrors of size in this ongoing series told from the point of view of an iterant Jy'mar out in the world sending their tale back to me as they risk their tail. Buckle up, I have edited and composed much of what they have sent back to position in a readable fashion. For security of my client I have changed all names within this work. I left Utopian early that morning, my path called for a journey - travels and knowledge of the world beyond the safe walls of the warrens. The Protectorate issued me a mask, two weeks of hard tact for sustenance and some Imperial credit to be able to charter an aero-ship or book passage on the wandering traders in the area. I was given the waiver I had to sign - to forsake return to the Utopian Warrens now that I had left of my own volition- I would either never return or have to join the Protectorate if I come back. I only thought about it for 10 seconds. There isn't anything more for me in the Warrens. First order of business was getting on an aero-ship, I managed to have a regular trader give me passage he said he "had room for a small thing like you". It took me thirty minutes to walk the length of his aero-ship. As I walked the ship I kept my eyes out for the list of things the Protectorate says are danger signs. Bug nests, eggs, rat droppings, those are the things the giant folk tend to overlook and not thing of when travelling as they don't cause problems for 'normal' sized people. In my excitement exploring the ship and climbing in its walls I was lax, I didn't check carefully enough. My main regret from my first day was irresponsibly sleeping in the bed the trader kindly provided me. I went to sleep unprepared that night for the horrors to come. The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Two The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Two, by Cluatis Masiziou I woke to a pressure on my leg, it was gentle - like a lovers' caress - but I was supposed to be alone. It was only my brief training with the Protectorate that saved me. Springing from my sleeping position away the spider came into full view, its front legs had begun wrapping my blankets up in a cocoon and its fangs had been above my leg poised to bite. I only had basic combat training, I was not prepared for a fight with a spider of this size, big even by giant standards the beast turned toward me, waving its front arms in warning while shuffling at me. I fled. I fled the whole night, people say they get rid of the pests... they just hide until you sleep. Running from hole to hole I discovered the deziens of the night, and they just considered me food. When Dawn finally cracked and the Captain could be talked to I had not slept any more. At least he apologized profusely for the poor quarters and guaranteed my safety, but I was awake now to my peril. I made my own quarters in the hull of the ship, I used the protectorate's guides on traps and fallback sleeping dens that I scoffed at while being taught them. Perhaps there was a point to all the warnings, maybe this was a failed outing, maybe I was just doomed to die beyond the walls of the warrens. When I rested that second night, I was on edge for anything - the skittering of night creatures and the sound of the traps working their magic eventually lulled me to a fitful sleep. The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Three The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Three, by Cluatis Masiziou It was the Captain who found me mid-afternoon on the third day. He was worried when I hadn't come out for breakfast and hadn't been seem by anyone. He said it took some time to find the trapped nook and was fairly impressed with the little piece I carved out for myself. Obviously I needed the sleep, and I only mildly shuttered at the quantity of bugs in my death trapped area. Other than concern for my wellbeing being a passenger on his vessel the captain was also informing me that we would be landing close to nightfall at the targeted port-of call. A middle of nowhere Badal waystation aerostat that traders frequented to transfer cargo and passengers. Reminding me that was as far as I paid for, he said he could keep me on for longer if I wanted to head toward Shiwa Yun - My eyes were set on Senkar - I wanted to see the magic of their lands. He said I could use the nook again tonight as they would be berthed overnight and leave in the morning. I guess tomorrow I will explore a waystation and try to find passage to Senkar. The Life of a Jy'mar - Day ??? Life of a Jy'mar Day ???, by Cluatis Masiziou I have lost track of time in this wider world as I strive to survive the waystations of Badal. Nothing would have prepared me for this, I thought my time on the Captain's aero-ship was fraught with danger, compared to the areas of the waystations it is nothing. Let me roll back, I believe I left off when I was going to search the waystation for passage to Senkar. That was my aim that day - but no Captains were willing to take me on - I had nothing of value to them or anything worth trading. The credits I had to my name could have been checked but they were not even willing to try. So I instead set to finding a place to stay until I could obtain passage. The Waystations of badal are a dismal affair, barely enough space to berth passengers as they wait days or weeks for the next aero-ship to cross and pick them up, no measures to reduce or remove the population of pests that build up from the toxic skies of Badal apart from some barely routine cleaning and inspections. If it doesn't break structural integrity then it doesn't concern the independent owners of the waystations. Its been perhaps weeks since I was dropped here. I've lost track of time fighting a war of attrition against the pests of this waystation. Now that I have finally carved a fortress in an old cupboard space unused by the inhabitants of this station I can now reflect on my situation. I hope this missive finds you - Please send it along to the Protectorate and inform them of this plight facing travelling Jy'mar so they can warn others. (+1) Culture's Literature (+1) Historical Work (+1) Philosophy & Others (+1) Join the Arkhive or librarian joins (+2) The Cata-Honeycombs ongoing hive contribution! Realm Tracking Economic: No Trade Routes Treasure: 0 Income: +0 Trade Posts: 10-TP1 (Exotic Heavy Metals) - DI for 1 and 45 11-TP2 (Synthetic Meats) - DI for 10 Debts: Owe the White Pawns 2 'Treasure Units' Diplomatic: Embassies: Reflective Gardens, Blue Zone of the North Way Cluster (BCC) Regions: Capital: Heights of Utopia (10), ILU Gov, Open Merc, ILU Media Fortress: The Labyrinthic Path Holy Order: Paragon's Primes GP5 ArkHive: Cata-Honeycombs Undeveloped Colony: <Unnamed> (01), Undeveloped Exclave: Wyrmlands (45), GLO Gov, Open Merc, Open Media Faction Supports: Region 8 - Government Arkhive Æternal Status: 10 (4+6) Faith: Official: Soul's Fascination <TBD> Size 5: +1 to buyouts Size 10: +1 to conversions Size 20: 2d8 resist conversions Organized Size 14 Sole (+4): None Majority (+3): 10, 50 Plurality (+2): 11 Minority (+1): 1, 2, 18, 46, 84 Holy Orders (+1): 10 Military: Admiral Legate Victolus (7) Rapid Redeployment Following a victory in the Space Combat forces are quickly redeployed to critical support infrastructure on the ground and aid landing forces on the attack. {+2 to Orbital Superiority Bonus} Unit Cap 4/9 Ground: The 101 Praetorians Space: Fleet of Equitable Footing Space: Merchant's Irregulars Ground: The Parvus Dragoons Time Sensitive EMP Coronal Catalogue of Duelists [1 / 3] End of Round 8 Next Round: Console: Dip 4+1 / Mil 5 / Eco 3 / Fai 7+1 / Int 3 Heir: Console-Elect Giovanni [5 Dip, 2 Mil, 2 Eco, 5 Fai, 2 Int]

Round 6 - Years 2049-2051 Illumined Utopian - [] - Region(s) 01, 10, 37, 45 Military - Defend The Illumined Utopian from Unprovoked Aggression The unprovoked aggression against the Illumined Utopian for proposed claims of slavery require the new Console to scramble diplomacy with nations that he thought had been friendly with Utopian. The aggression first approach to negotiations surprises him in regards to the Black Cloud Confederation who share an Embassy with the Illumined Utopian and he orders an immediate evacuation of the Reflective Gardens while tensions heighten as Illumined Utopian forces are mustered to deploy in defense. Illumined Utopian diplomats following discussions and talks with the Black Cloud Coalition and the Glorified Purifiers come to tenuous halt to aggression against the separate attacks. Future agreements are discussed on continued relations between the polities. This is not an Action but a Record of Events. Military Special 5 - Create The Labyrinthic Path Fortress in the Heights of Utopia (10) With the near aggression threatening the very livelihood of all Jy'mar living in the Warrens of the Heights of Utopia a great cry is put out by the people to the First Speaker for additional measures to defend their way of life from outside influence. First Speaker Paula directs August Iovita to create a defensive 'labyrinth' surrounding the Warrens itself to have attackers forced into the defensive properties of the fortress and confusing nature of the undersized tunnels. Iovita incorporated the Arkhive Hive bees in the defense of the Path, with their tunnels and hives intermingled with the added defensive structures dead-ends and confusing twists. Protectorate Jy'mar are taught the shotcuts, blind kill zones as well as trained with the Arkhive Bees to defend and protect the Warrens and by projection, the Heights of Utopia. Claiming Renown from Built to Last as ILU's first Fortress Faith Special 5 - Form the Prime's Paragon Holy Order With the attacks primed by the Black Cloud Coalition against the Heights of Utopia it is clear the pirates have lost their path as they target once allies on thin accusations. Jy'mar adherants muster at Prime Marcus' call and preach to the pirate captains of the North Way Cluster With the pirate withdrawal from aggression Prime Marcus calls back the adherents and redirects the Paragons into the formation of a Holy Order of Faithful. The Prime's Paragons. Claiming Renown from Built to Last as ILU's first Holy Order Prime's Paragons The Prime's Paragons are an order of Soul's Expression members focused on enacting the will of the Prime, the Leader of the Soul's Expression flock. They act as the investigative and militaristic branch of the faith and is traditionally made up of masters whose paths synchronized with that direction. After them being brought into the limelight following the Basu-Rahman Group's base destruction on Sansar Prime Marcus decided to allocate a dedicated space for them in the Warrens of the Heights of Utopian for them to reside on maintain their position. Faith - Work on the Arkhive Bee Hive [3/5] Faith - Work on the Arkhive Bee Hive [4/5] Faith - Finish the Cata-Honeycombs (Arkhive Bee Hive) [5/5] The close attack on the warrens worried the inhabitants and bee keepers in the Heights of Utopia and steeled them with determination to complete the work that they started so that the bees from the Arkhive had a chance to flourish in the Warrens. With Iovita's guidance the inhabitants started distributing the hive into the structure of the Labyrinthic Path instead of a single location as originally planned so that losses of some of the hive did not doom the rest of it. Console Antonius Drusus (He/Him) Dip: 4 || Mil: 5 Eco: 3 || Fai: 5 Int: 3 Unit Cap: 4 / 9 Treasure: 0 || Income: +0 Additional Items Non-Action: Resist all Conversion Attempts on Region 10 Non-Action: Resist all Conversion Attempts beyond Minority on Region 1 and Region 45 (I know I don't have media and can't actually resist right now) Non-Action: Resist all hostile actions against owned trade-posts. (10-TP1 & 11-TP2) Non-Action: The Reflective Gardens Embassy has been slated for evacuation and immediate closure. ILU's Embassy with BCC is being planned to be abandoned! With BCC backing off on the invasion the Embassies closure is temporary and reopens for business - security is heightened as the staff continue to be on edge from recent potential war. Non-Action: The Illumined Utopian has no stake on Region 37 and their purpose in the take-over is complete. The Illumined Utopian is abandoning Region 37 to its fate and will consider no reprisals for actions taken against the Region as the Prime's Paragons evacuate to complete their work elsewhere. Non-Action: Among his other Duties Antonius Drusus sends a delegate to the Mekhala races to observe and obtain information on the racers for potential future involvement. Non-Action: The deal made between the Glorified Purifiers and the Black Cloud Coalition over conflicts of region 8 and its custodianship by the Arkhive worry the Illumined Utopian. As a Local Charter member they file a Beedom of Information Act Request with the Arkhive for the terms regarding region 8 being held by the Arkhive for both GLO and BCC. Non-Action: Introduce a New Heir: Console-Elect Giovanni has been brought in from the wings of politics to fill in as the next Console should he be required! [5 Dip, 2 Military, 2 Economy, 5 Faith, 2 Intrigue] Non-Action: Coronal Catalogue of Duelists Submission: The Illumined Utopian receives the requests from the Imperial Court for information on duels and digs through the recent archives to obtain records of Console Prisca's recorded duels among the Protectorate Jy'mar forces and some of her duels in combat during the Wyrmlands campaigns. Console Prisca's fighting style led itself to a bombastic feat of agility and prowess of their own body to propel herself around the battlefield peppering foes from afar before getting in close to provide powerful strikes to disrupt and distract her foes from engaging. Against fellow Jy'mar her heightened abilities were more evenly matched as duels between masters took place more often in the air than on ground. Her fights against larger opponents varied on their ability to absorb hits and take concentrated powerful blows that centered on pressure points and weaknesses not normally accessible to someone of a similar size. Arkhive Æternal Submissions (+6) (+1) Culture's Literature The Life of a Jy'mar - Day One The Life of a Jy'mar citizen, by Cluatis Masiziou Dear reader, you may have heard much or little of the plight of the Jy'mar - I would not expect you to sympathize much but hear me out. For other Jy'mar know my fears and shiver at a life beyond the walls of the warrens of our home. For you see - for those not in the know, the Jy'mar are short compared to the Imperial Standard. Our tallest warriors only measure 4 inches from foot to head without their armor suits. I will regale to you the horrors of size in this ongoing series told from the point of view of an iterant Jy'mar out in the world sending their tale back to me as they risk their tail. Buckle up, I have edited and composed much of what they have sent back to position in a readable fashion. For security of my client I have changed all names within this work. I left Utopian early that morning, my path called for a journey - travels and knowledge of the world beyond the safe walls of the warrens. The Protectorate issued me a mask, two weeks of hard tact for sustenance and some Imperial credit to be able to charter an aero-ship or book passage on the wandering traders in the area. I was given the waiver I had to sign - to forsake return to the Utopian Warrens now that I had left of my own volition- I would either never return or have to join the Protectorate if I come back. I only thought about it for 10 seconds. There isn't anything more for me in the Warrens. First order of business was getting on an aero-ship, I managed to have a regular trader give me passage he said he "had room for a small thing like you". It took me thirty minutes to walk the length of his aero-ship. As I walked the ship I kept my eyes out for the list of things the Protectorate says are danger signs. Bug nests, eggs, rat droppings, those are the things the giant folk tend to overlook and not thing of when travelling as they don't cause problems for 'normal' sized people. In my excitement exploring the ship and climbing in its walls I was lax, I didn't check carefully enough. My main regret from my first day was irresponsibly sleeping in the bed the trader kindly provided me. I went to sleep unprepared that night for the horrors to come. The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Two The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Two, by Cluatis Masiziou I woke to a pressure on my leg, it was gentle - like a lovers' caress - but I was supposed to be alone. It was only my brief training with the Protectorate that saved me. Springing from my sleeping position away the spider came into full view, its front legs had begun wrapping my blankets up in a cocoon and its fangs had been above my leg poised to bite. I only had basic combat training, I was not prepared for a fight with a spider of this size, big even by giant standards the beast turned toward me, waving its front arms in warning while shuffling at me. I fled. I fled the whole night, people say they get rid of the pests... they just hide until you sleep. Running from hole to hole I discovered the deziens of the night, and they just considered me food. When Dawn finally cracked and the Captain could be talked to I had not slept any more. At least he apologized profusely for the poor quarters and guaranteed my safety, but I was awake now to my peril. I made my own quarters in the hull of the ship, I used the protectorate's guides on traps and fallback sleeping dens that I scoffed at while being taught them. Perhaps there was a point to all the warnings, maybe this was a failed outing, maybe I was just doomed to die beyond the walls of the warrens. When I rested that second night, I was on edge for anything - the skittering of night creatures and the sound of the traps working their magic eventually lulled me to a fitful sleep. The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Three The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Three, by Cluatis Masiziou It was the Captain who found me mid-afternoon on the third day. He was worried when I hadn't come out for breakfast and hadn't been seem by anyone. He said it took some time to find the trapped nook and was fairly impressed with the little piece I carved out for myself. Obviously I needed the sleep, and I only mildly shuttered at the quantity of bugs in my death trapped area. Other than concern for my wellbeing being a passenger on his vessel the captain was also informing me that we would be landing close to nightfall at the targeted port-of call. A middle of nowhere Badal waystation aerostat that traders frequented to transfer cargo and passengers. Reminding me that was as far as I paid for, he said he could keep me on for longer if I wanted to head toward Shiwa Yun - My eyes were set on Senkar - I wanted to see the magic of their lands. He said I could use the nook again tonight as they would be berthed overnight and leave in the morning. I guess tomorrow I will explore a waystation and try to find passage to Senkar. Life of a Jy'mar Day ???, by Cluatis Masiziou I have lost track of time in this wider world as I strive to survive the waystations of Badal. Nothing would have prepared me for this, I thought my time on the Captain's aero-ship was fraught with danger, compared to the areas of the waystations it is nothing. Let me roll back, I believe I left off when I was going to search the waystation for passage to Senkar. That was my aim that day - but no Captains were willing to take me on - I had nothing of value to them or anything worth trading. The credits I had to my name could have been checked but they were not even willing to try. So I instead set to finding a place to stay until I could obtain passage. The Waystations of badal are a dismal affair, barely enough space to berth passengers as they wait days or weeks for the next aero-ship to cross and pick them up, no measures to reduce or remove the population of pests that build up from the toxic skies of Badal apart from some barely routine cleaning and inspections. If it doesn't break structural integrity then it doesn't concern the independent owners of the waystations. Its been perhaps weeks since I was dropped here. I've lost track of time fighting a war of attrition against the pests of this waystation. Now that I have finally carved a fortress in an old cupboard space unused by the inhabitants of this station I can now reflect on my situation. I hope this missive finds you - Please send it along to the Protectorate and inform them of this plight facing travelling Jy'mar so they can warn others. (+1) Historical Work See Coronal Catalogue of Duelists Submission (+1) The Morality of In Vivo Modification - A Series of Papers on the Ethics and Usage With the introduction of In Vivo Modification to the Illumined Utopian the doctors and scientists of the Warrens took to investigating the potential uses while philosophers took to discussing the ethical impacts of the wide spread use of the technology and its potential. The discussions around the ability to modify future Jy'mar were hotly debated between two main camps, the ones who believe the tech hinders natural progression of the Jy'mar abilities while the other says this just helps accelerate them. These papers contained the dissertations and recordings of the debates held by both parties while the scientists and doctors completed clinical trials to confirm the practice would be safe to all involved. Through the debates Public opinion was swayed toward the wide-spread adaptation of In Vivo Modification when the tests proved that it could be completed safely and obtain good results toward allowing more complete gender re-assignment in addition to re-growing lost limbs and other injuries. Ethical implications of the potential usage of the technology to wipe a race out through a targeted retrovirus prompted additional security measures to be implemented on the Warrens' seal. (+1) Fa Rrow Dentialu {Arkhive Librarian 611.314} joins the Illumined Utopian as the caretaker of the Cata-Honeycombs Hive! With the distributed nature of the hive the previous caretaker requests additional aid from the Arkhive for a more distributed persona like the condition of the Hive being built. The Arkhive sent Fa Rrow DentialuSpeaker: Fa D'lanti Riamgr Entonla Rhagli Titae Oslyta Aborun Wypan Luram, a Durat Pod, to take over the primary custodial of the Cata-Honeycombs hive to ensure its health and wellbeing going forward. With the hive distributed through the fortress around the Warrens Fa Rrow Dentialu is well suited to being in multiple places at to ensure all the bees continue to grow in their new integrated environment. (+2) The Cata-Honeycombs ongoing hive contribution! Realm Tracking Economic: No Trade Routes Treasure: 0 Income: +0 Trade Posts: 10-TP1 (Exotic Heavy Metals) - DI for 45 11-TP2 (Synthetic Meats) - DI for 10 Debts: Owe the White Pawns 2 'Treasure Units' Diplomatic: Embassies: Reflective Gardens, Blue Zone of the North Way Cluster (BCC) Regions: Capital: Heights of Utopia (10), ILU Gov, Open Merc, ILU Media Fortress: The Labyrinthic Path Holy Order: Paragon's Primes GP5 ArkHive: Cata-Honeycombs Undeveloped Colony: <Unnamed> (01), Undeveloped Exclave: <Unnamed> (37), Open Gov, Open Merc, Open Media Exclave: Wyrmlands (45), GLO Gov, Open Merc, Open Media Faction Supports: Region 8 - Government Arkhive Æternal Status: 10 (4+6) Faith: Official: Size 5: +1 to buyouts Size 10: Not Set Organized Size 13 Sole (+4): None Majority (+3): 10, 50 Plurality (+2): 11 Minority (+1): 1, 2, 18, 46, 84 Holy Orders (+1): Military: Admiral Legate Victolus (7) Rapid Redeployment Following a victory in the Space Combat forces are quickly redeployed to critical support infrastructure on the ground and aid landing forces on the attack. {+2 to Orbital Superiority Bonus} Unit Cap 4/9 Ground: The 101 Praetorians Space: Fleet of Equitable Footing Space: Merchant's Irregulars Ground: The Parvus Dragoons Time Sensitive EMP Coronal Catalogue of Duelists [1 / 3] [EoR8] End of Round 8 Next Round: Console: Dip 4 / Mil 5 / Eco 3 / Fai 5 +2 / Int 3 Finish the Cata-Honeycomb ArkHive [5/5] Special M5 used - Create The Labyrinthic Path Fortress Claim Renown Special F5 used - Found the Prime's Paragons Holy Order Claim Renown

Should try the inline without being in a bullet point and without being in a table too. Just inline and a bunch of images. Cause it wasn't doing to all images either

I've tested this a few times and I've been able to reproduce it like this: Make a post with several images that are carried from existing attachments or are new to MW Save the post without any rolls Edit the post and add an inline roll. Save the Post and see that the links are broken Have someone else check that the images are broken - and generally this other person says they do not appear broken to them: Edit history says the images are there fine Edit the post to see if that fixes it Add text or anything while Editing - also remove the images and the attachments Save the post and it works. Sometimes saving the post here *doesn't* actually save the post but instead locks it into an empty post - if you refresh the post comes back as if you didn't edit anything. That occurs more frequently if you didn't remove the 'broken' image links and the attachments. Revert post to last version and suddenly the images are fixed. I'm not really sure what is causing this but I'm able to reproduce it on multiple computers.

Rolls Inline go here Inline Roll 1:2d6+6 Inline Roll 2:2d6+7 Images go here

The Illumined Utopian delegation was notably absent from the Arkhive Hexenniel, their seat as a former patron even empty as the discussions start. As Scorcha finishes her comments on the proposals in front of them the door to the conference room bursts open. Two Wyrmblessed in full utopian style battle armor fill the door way, the armor is covered in streaks of dirt and blast marks from recent fighting. They stand at attention toward the small form of Console Prisca Calpurnius striding into the room, her gait seeming to stretch longer than a Jy'mar stride would be expected to take. She was dressed in the Protectorate issued armor with the symbol of the Primes emblazoned on her helmet. Tucking the helmet under her arm she leapt onto the table where the Jy'mar sized prepared seat and desk for the Utopian delegation was set. "Apologies for being late, I had matters to attend to - and I have more matters to attend to following this. I was aware of this meeting and I will be providing the Illumined Utopians opinions on these matters as the First Patron of the Arkhive Æternal and then I will depart as my Path calls me to Mekhala." Prisca takes a breath and looks at the assembled Sansar representatives and the offworld representatives present in the room, locking eyes with each in turn before moving on for her eyes to finally rest on Queen Constance of Comment. Her gaze softens slightly and she gives Constance a small bow before continuing in a loud voice. "On the first order of interpretation. What is local, what is a resident. The tiers of membership are clear; a resident of Sansar is not. Is not a resident someone who lives in a place and calls it their home? Are we going to exclude all future residents of Sansar unless they meet specific thresholds and categories of 'residence'. Who will enforce and decide when someone is 'local' enough? A government can have multiple homes, a people can live in more than one place. What you assembled speak of is a restriction on the voting membership of the Arkhive Æternal, you might as well call it that. This path you head down is one that closes the Arkhive rather than opening it." Prisca pauses and waves to herself, and the Llort representative. "Look to your first two Patrons, we are not of Sansar. We choose to join hands with the Arkhive and we wish for the Arkhive to prosper. Who from Sansar has attempted Patronage? Who from Sansar wishes to see the Arkhive's goals advanced and prosper? Were not the secondary contenders for Patronage the Black Cloud Coalition and the Combined Commonwealth of Glix? And Yet. And Yet Sansar wishes to close off the people who can decide what the Arkhive can do. You wish to limit the voting to an even more Elite club of Sansar first. I vehemently oppose this interpretation of the Charter. I even would propose you go further. Why are the 'visiting' members denied a voice? Why are the Glix and the Coalition denied entry to this meeting? Are they somehow lesser than those on Sansar who have contributed little to the Arkhive when they have contributed much? Are they to have no voice until that time that they are 'granted access' to Sansar or obtain Patronage? Let the interpretation be friendly, let the interpretation be open, be generous not restrictive. Or if you are restrictive - take my warning on the path you walk down." Taking a deep breath Prisca centers herself to continue speaking on the other items. "On this amendment. Coedd has themselves stated they care not for what is beyond Coedd. I understand the Llort attempting to introduce something into the Arkhive that could prevent Patrons demanding 'hostile' conversion of those not protected by the Charter, non-members. Let me ask you something. Do you think that there could be a Patron that requests the Arkhive Æternal to act hostilely against a non-charter member? That is purely allowed by Charter. The Llort amendment seems to be attempting to foster welfare and assurances to non-members that their sacred faiths will be respected and not trampled on by the Arkhive - Coedd has made Coedd's plans on Sansar clear, I pray myself that this amendment means nothing and would have amounted to nothing as what restriction is it on Coedd in this case? Am I misunderstanding the aims of Coedd that it in fact wishes to be more than Coedd? If so then vote no, if not - why would we not vote Yes?" "As for Utopian's stance on the last point. Need you ask what we vote? Our actions speak for our conviction. We vote Yes." At her final statement Prisca again meets the eyes of all those assembled. One of the Wyrmblessed come close to her and whisper something. "My ship is here. I doubt I will return as I foresee my path ending. Utopian will hear of what is decided here today."

Caught on the backfoot with her ears ringing from the grenade explosion, the Pugliarch smashes down near her and she barely scuries off to set a fair distance. Attempting to belt the strange monster with her coilgun aiming for weak spots it all seems to be for naught. Defiant to the end she continues her harrassment as the enraged beast closes in... Prisca Defend

Reeling from the loss of her mech's caestuses on Belu's fists Prisa abandons the failing mech to fight as she traditionally does, only the coilgun left she attempts to make her shots count on the rapidly approaching Aki, aiming for the grenade in his hand hoping for a good shot... Prisca

Console Prisca sat in the mech provided by the organizers of the bloodsport, looking at the controls at the start of the battle she instead uses the seat of the mech as leverage to bound rapidly out and propel herself at the nearest competitor! Belu faced an onslaught of dense small coilgun shots before the bundle of fur and armor landed with force, trying to weave through the fighter's sword guard. Mechanics Console Prisca: 2d6+8 Weapons: Twin Caestus' and a Semi-auto coilgun Attacking contestant Belu! Prisca v Belu

Prisca arrives in the VIP booth when she obtained the invite, nodding to Eighbris she took Jy'mar sized drinks from the offered servers to toast with the fighter who had bested her in the Bironian Bash. "Perhaps fate will let us settle our scores. My path calls me to this contest - if it ends or not we will yet see, perhaps we will be the last two standing." Prisca has come to the fight in her Protectorate issued armor marked with the Paragon symbols and signs of fresh battle still marking them. Her twin Caestus are ready on hand for the fight to come and a Protectorate issued Jy'mar semi-automatic Coilgun. Mechanics This is my Current Ruler - She is rolling at a 2d6+8, no techs

Soul's Expression Exposé on the 'Slaves' of the Fiorid Principality <Empire 8: Year 2046 - Collaborative Writing by Moossabi & SerakHawk> [Prime Marcus has obtained permission from the Fiorid Principality to conduct a review and investigation of the conditions on which slaves are ‘owned’, ‘traded’, ‘purchased’ and treated in the Fiorid Principality. He additionally conducted interviews of slaves and slave-owners to inform his opinion in writing this piece for the adherents of Soul’s Expressions as an official Ruling from the Prime. Contained within are his opinions and attached are the transcripts of a few of the interviews with the videos available to download.] I am Prime Marcus, leader of the Soul’s Expression Faith and I spent two years among the Fiorid Principality. To understand why I conducted this investigation you must first learn a bit about what drives my faith. We respect and admire the expression of all people’s paths and the ability for them to carry out their freedom of expression within their lives while it doesn’t overly affect others' paths. There is always a fine line to navigate when nations openly or in secret through the laws of a nation clash against the personal freedoms of expression that should be granted to all intelligent beings. It is my function as Prime to investigate and navigate this line and inform the Soul’s Expression followers of my findings. As you will see in the interviews attached the ‘slavery’ that the Fiorid Principality practices is not one of extreme hardship or even worthy of the ‘traditional’ term of slavery. Traditional slavery involved violating the rights of freedom and intelligent life should be provided and robs them of their ability to express themselves. Children of ‘slaves’ are not born into ‘slavery’ but are given the freedom of choice while starting their lives. As a member of the Fiorid Nobility put, there are two kinds of ‘slavery’ in the Principality; Indentured and Penal. Indentured cannot be argued to be a restriction on a person’s ability to express themselves. It is akin to a highly socialist society where the state dictates where you work and for how long but grants you freedoms to express yourself outside of those boundaries. They are well treated, respected and their abilities used and paths fostered. It would be hypocritical for any nation ruled by kings, queens, ministers or others to say that the Fiorid Noble’s ‘control’ over their indentured servants is any better than their own control over their subjects. Most people who become indentured enter willingly with a known labor contract. Penal is akin to prison labor, while forced to sign a labor contract due to crimes or prisoners of war they are still treated well and their life maintained. This is better than nations who execute all prisoners or who imprison captives indefinitely. While restrictive this isn’t out of alignment with what would occur to people who break local laws and the fate of prisoners in general. I wish for more ability for those prisoners of war to be able to express themselves but this is not a harsh sentence and the Fiorid manage the moral mire of this situation better than others of the Elect of Tekhum. Look to yourself and your systems before you condemn another. Soul’s Expression is vehemently opposed to the buying and selling of people as if they are property - this fact still remains, and it is a Fact that the Fiorids do not sell either indentured or penal slaves. This is a cultural caste system better than other Elect that has been blown out of proportion by the meddling of the media and intentionally inflammatory advertisements that had no way of being fulfilled or based on the truth of the matter. As it Stands, as Prime of Soul’s Expression, I do not find egregious behavior completed by the Fiorid Principality that would require the intervention of the faithful. ~ Prime Marcus, Soul’s Expression Video Interview Transcripts are attached below, Video Files are made available: Interview #1: Brita Fabbro [A female Verdalf with long, thickly-braided green hair and green eyes, a pleasant smile on her face. Dressed in a short-cropped floral silk dress with rubber sandals at her feet. Bears the brass bracelets that denote her social status, hands folded comfortably in front of her. Prime Marcus’ voice comes from behind the camera as he asks the questions while the picture is focused on Brita] Marcus: Could you tell me your name, and a brief highlight of who you are and what you do? Brita: My name is Brita Fabbro, and I am a slave of the Fiorid household. I’ve worked at Radicefst for 27 years, my main job is gardening but I help out with cleaning or guest reception in times of particular need. Marcus: What was the series of events that led to becoming a slave? How did you end up here? Brita: Well, my mother and grandparents both worked for the family, she- my mother, I mean- had a relationship with a citizen from one of the local villages. They met at the theater, really hit it off, and when I came along they agreed that I would have the best possible upbringing in the royal household. It was a big communal thing, I got to eat and learn with all the other children- none of the Royal family, though; they were already fully grown by then- and when we were all of-age, we could choose whichever direction we wanted to go. Some went off to the military; one of my best friends, another daughter of one of the cleaning slaves, managed to become a Knight and now she serves in Lord Arni’s honor guard. A couple left to settle in with friends or potential business partners elsewhere, but at the end of the day most of us chose to stay and sign formalized labor contracts. Radicefst was our home, we knew everyone here already, I guess we all figured that the preservation of a familiar environment was worth the forfeiture of autonomy. They’d done so much for us, why not return the kindness? Marcus: Can you speak generally about the condition of your life? How you are treated and what you are allowed to and not allowed to do? Brita: At the fundamental level, it’s a transactional relationship; none of us would say otherwise. We’re assigned tasks according to whatever best suits our ability- usually limited to six or eight hour daily shifts depending on the task’s strenuousness- and in turn we receive a home, food, and security. The last principle was a bit vague, sorry- stuff like medical care and legal protection. Obviously we aren’t Nobles in our own right with our own Citadels and slaves, but from what I’ve read of other cultures even our humble lifestyle is far beyond the sort of desperation instilled by the apathy of less caring governments. Regarding treatment, I’d say that the Fiorid Household is like an extended family. Eventually you know everyone and everyone knows you- there are good people to get along with and annoyances to be avoided. The family itself is kind enough; we tend to stay out of each other's way, but every once in a while they’ll stop to chat about some business or frivolity of theirs. Outside of work hours we have essentially free reign- wandering the palace complex, catching theater performances, venturing out into surrounding villages- it’s a simple enough matter to report back and deliver updates on where we are. More lengthy trips require official permission and itineraries, but honestly none of us are all too pressed about it. The only major restrictions on movement are some of the lower catacombs of Radicefst and the private banquets hosted for the Nobles. Marcus: Do you think you are following a path of your choosing or is one being chosen for you? Do you harbor resentment for that? Brita: I believe I’ve already answered this previously, but I have a disagreement with the framing. Free will isn’t real, not truly- even in a total vacuum someone will still make decisions based on their preexisting motivations. Is that freedom, or merely one more step in a series of dominoes? Even one who makes a contrary decision does so out of their contrarian nature, and those who abstain from making a decision at all are also driven to do so. Not to get overly existential, these are just some basic philosophical quandaries I’ve encountered while reading in my spare time. Suffice to say, I don’t think that choice is a real thing. People are drawn to whatever calling suits them, and- not to brag- I’m quite satisfied with the quality of my gardening. Even if the lawn is owned by someone else- well, legally speaking, so am I, so it’s my lawn too. There’s a decent amount of dignity to be found in such a state of affairs, right? Marcus: If there is one thing you would change - what is it? Brita: More time spent with Lady Lilja would be nice. She may not recognize it, but she’s very… Well, pretty. [she chuckles slightly] Sorry. Serious answers… I know that some of the Nobles aren’t as beneficent patrons as the dei Fiori family. There are technically laws- well, principled understandings, really- to dictate proper treatment for slaves, but since the judiciary is composed of other Nobles it’s difficult for petitions for redress to see any success. Though, being realistic, I can’t think of any better option. The average citizen isn’t qualified- heck, they’d probably take it in the opposite direction and try to drag down the Nobility as a whole, so for the sake of stability… I guess nothing. Marcus: Do you have anything you want me to know or anything to say to Tekhum? Brita: Yeah, I uh… [she frowns slightly] I know there are some Elect out there that don’t… approve of my patrons… Just, for all of you, if you’re listening, please don’t do anything rash. We have a good thing going here, okay? I’m happy doing what I do. Thank you for your time. [Video Interview with Brita Fabbro Concludes after a few pleasantries are exchanged between Prime Marcus and Brita and chatting about nothing of consequence.] Interview #2: Joar d’Altosteinn [A male Grigialf with short, curly black hair and gray eyes, a disheartened scowl occupying his face. Dressed in a plain white shirt under dark green rubber overalls, themselves tucked into black rubber boots. Bears the brass bracelets that denote his social status, arms folded stoically in front of him. Prime Marcus’ voice filters from behind the camera as the image focuses on Joar] Marcus: Could you tell me your name, and a brief highlight of who you are and what you do? Joar: The name’s Joar, from Altosteinn. I don’t want to be talking to you but it’s worth a break from managing the oil taps. Marcus: What was the series of events that led to becoming a slave? How did you end up here? Jaor: [his countenance sours when Marcus says slave] I fought for Altosteinn in the war; not that “Grigialfheim” nonsense spun by the Greens. We were forced into a defensive pact with the other major states by a common enemy, and they’re the ones that elevated that First Fisherman. I knew he was incompetent from the start- never trust a Velafloan with a gun- but I was loyal enough to defend my homeland, for all the good it did. Our bunker got encircled by those damn mechs, the whole roof was torn off, the Greens had us dead to rights… but instead of pulling the trigger, they rounded us up and dumped us in a prison camp until the war ended. At least there’s something sacred to them, farcical as it was. They charged every prisoner of war- tens of thousands of us, probably- with treason against ‘elvenkind’, for which the punishment was mandatory forced labor. I swear, the only notion more absurd than a unified Grigialfheim is the Chancellor’s lofty ‘Alfheim’… Anyways, the contract got snatched up by an oil baron and now here I am. Marcus: Can you speak generally about the condition of your life? How you are treated and what you are allowed to and not allowed to do? Joar: Food, shelter, eight hour workdays. Might as well be a prison sentence by any other name. I haven’t even met my ‘patron’, and that’s by design; they know they can’t trust us not to slit their throats if brought anywhere near their home, so they send some more sycophantic slaves to supervise the work sites. They’re usually Greens as well, and just as bastardly as the others- Though some of my coworkers are Greens too, and they’re basically in the same camp as me… eh, watever. They’re all bastards in their own ways, but at least they don’t spare their own. Back on track, we aren’t permitted to leave the work site- not that we’d survive the jungle on our own. Provisions come in, oil ships out, we go nowhere. Marcus: Do you think you are following a path of your choosing or is one being chosen for you? Do you harbor resentment for that? Jaor: I made the choice to defend my home, my family chose not to. They’re now Citizens of the Principality while I’m stuck out here in Kinus-knows-where, Verdalfheim. Can’t say the Greens are making the consequences clear for everyone who defies them. [he grimaces] …Honestly, though, what’s the point of a homeland in the first place? I’m from Altosteinn, I thought I was willing to die to defend it, but for what? Freedom? The right to get invaded again in another few years? The Greens think they’re fighting for their own homeland, and the Chancellor is fighting to force a higher homeland into being. Of course I resent them, but they’re also the only force working to solve Altosteinn’s problems. Not even we could manage that, isolated as we were. This probably isn’t the sort of answer you want, but I guess I just don’t have one. Is a choice really worth anything if it’s wrong? It's not my job to think about that. Marcus: If there is one thing you would change - what is it? Jaor: About the past? Our defensive pact should’ve hired Colonel Beldhan instead of letting the stock companies get to him first. ‘First Fisherman’, what a joke… About the present, well, obviously I’d rather be doing literally anything else. If there was some sort of parole option it’d be somewhat worth it, but if I’m going to be stuck here for another century then what’s the point of doing anything but the bare minimum? Marcus: Do you have anything you want me to know or anything to say to Tekhum? Jaor: Eh, screw it. FREE ALTOSTEINN! [the video immediately cuts] [Video Interview with Jaor d’Altostienn abruptly concludes] Interview #3: Clemens della Palude [A male Verdalf with albinism, thin lips and a neutral expression. Bears a thin laurel wreath upon his long white hair, pulled back into a ponytail. Dressed in burgundy dress shirt with a high collar and sporting a green cravat, while his white pants end in dark leather boots, one of which is propped up on another knee as he sits to answer the questions. Prime Marcus’ voice is heard from offscreen while the camera is centered on Clemens] Marcus: Could you tell me your name, and a brief highlight of who you are and what you do? Clemens: Lord Clemens della Palude. I am one of the Principality’s lesser nobles, assigned to rubber harvesting and processing in the northeastern lowlands of Verdalfheim Proper. In addition to managing the logistics of such a large operation, I engage in a bit of writing every now and then. A pleasant pastime, even if my works are not particularly widespread. Marcus: What is your view on the ownership of slaves? What do you consider them as? Clemens: It seems to be the natural corollary to the fact that some are simply born into a worse position in life than others. We- elves broadly, not just Nobles- abhor death. None of us lived through the War of Eternal Bombardments, but its legacy looms as a specter over our entire culture. Death is nothing to us but a blight on existence, hated above all else, so it is not within our character to simply leave the unfortunate to die in poverty. This, ultimately, is where the modern paradigm began to take form. Slavery as a means of commanding labor predates us all by millenia- in all likelihood, it had a presence across the entire planet at one point or another- so the bedrock was in place, but our forebears came to recognize that this ultimately transactional relationship could serve the greater cultural project. It’s a guarantee that, no matter one’s misfortunes, there will always be some source of food and shelter to fall back on. The same thought goes towards violent criminals or opponents in warfare- our troops go out of their way to spare as many lives as possible, as is our way, but then what sort of penalty can be imposed on them? This is where the contractual arrangements become more enforced than voluntary; we do not want to kill anyone, so we induct them into the labor force and attach individuals to different work sites. The relationship between we patrons and each type of induction is markedly different- obviously we wouldn’t want former prisoners of war within our homes and thus our interpersonal ties are weaker- but in both cases it might be helpful to think of the system like military service. One’s individual will is subject to their commander, and the operating procedure of an average platoon is likely no different to a collection of slaves receiving their orders. Marcus: Can you speak generally about the condition of your slaves? How do you and your staff treat them and what do you allow them to do and not do? Clemens: I ensure that the available food and lodgings are high-quality. I have a decent rapport with most of my immediate Household, though some sternness is natural. I’m admittedly less acquainted with the work site crews; they’re overseen by intermediaries- other slaves whom I trust to conduct themselves fairly- so we have little direct interaction. They do their jobs well, though; I respect them greatly because of it. Obviously recent penal cases aren’t permitted to roam freely, but all are given substantial time off for recreation and other essential needs. I’m not so overmighty as to micromanage every detail of their doings, but they seem satisfied with their allowances. Marcus: Do you think you are choosing the path your slaves follow or do you think they have some say in their path? Do you believe your slaves resent you? Clemens: Again, there’s a critical distinction between the two varieties- Actually, with the increase in prisoners of war due to the recent conquests, I’ve been petitioning the Crown to choose a formalized terminological distinction between the two. For the sake of clarity, I’ll use “indentured” and “penal” to discern between the two camps. In the former case, a choice is made by the slave to indenture themselves to a Noble patron. Terms and conditions usually vary from case to case, but the core principle is a choice to allow others to choose for them- in exchange for the boons of stability, security, et cetera. I won’t pretend that the initial commitment is a fair choice, since it’s usually taken when other avenues have been cut off, but in management it’s always important to take the disposition of a slave into account- find something they’re good at, something they would theoretically choose to succeed in on their own if they had the guaranteed safety net. Penal slavery is a different case, since the entire point is that they chose poorly and are being forcibly reintegrated into society as a consequence, but I would contend that in their case the freedom of choice is not necessarily desirable. Having someone else make the choices for them, regardless of how they may feel, is objectively the best for the entire social fabric. They may resent their condition, I have no delusions to the contrary, but it is sincerely for the best. Marcus: If there is one thing you would change - what is it? Clemens: I’m well-versed in history, and if there’s one thing I can commend the Fiorid dynasty for it’s their total annihilation of the concept of landed nobility. No subversive power bases, no frenzied conflicts over territorial disputes, all power derives directly from the Crown and is measured in the number of people one can command- either as slaves or soldiers. Unfortunately, the system wasn’t exactly prepared to handle the colossal penal inflow from the eastern and southern conquests- Nobles still have the capacity to fight over power, and I was privy to more than a few backroom skirmishes over access to the new labor contracts. Therefore, my suggestion is this: greater bureaucratic transparency and accountability for Nobles who attempt to game the system. Marcus: Do you have anything you want me to know or anything to say to Tekhum? Clemens: That Basu-Rahman ad, though I feel sympathy for how apocalyptic the rest of the reaction has been, really should not have seen the light of day. Others can think what they may of our system, but we have no open market on which the lives of our people can be bought and sold. At the root of our system is responsibility, and in all things the safest hands with which to manage our people’s affairs will always be our own. [Video interview with Clemens ends after a formal goodbye from both Clemens and Marcus] Round 5 - Years 2046-2048 Illumined Utopian - [] - Region(s) 01, 10, 37, 45 Military - SNAKEING SNEWS - PRIME MARCUS BURNS THE BRG BASE IN REGION 37 - Destroy BRG Base 37 (16 with seek aid pass) See your for Updates live from the field. Utopian coffers are emptied to equip the Paragon's on their first debut. Soul's Expression members are focused on outfitting the Paragon's in their work. (+1 if seek aid passes) Faith - Seek Aid on Divining the Pipeworks - TN 12 - Soul's Expression faithful send the colonists exploring and divining the pipeworks of the polar region off with gifts and prayers, wishing them best on their paths and donating materials and tools for the explorers to perform at their best. Faith - Seek Aid on BRG Base Destruction - TN 12- Seek Aid on BRG Destruction (pass) An outpouring of support from the Soul's Expression members of Prime Marcus' flock come to his call and join the Paragon's action tearing out the roots of BRG presence on Sansar. Faith - Divining the Pipeworks in Region 01 - TN 12 - Unrolled The Utopian settlers who migrated from the Warrens to the region with the mysterious pipeworks rush to the new colony their paths all migrating them into the belly of the strange pipes. Exploration parties are dispatched with more regularity than establishing any real form of permanent settlement as the Jy'mar scientists, faithful and explorers all travel in roving camps through the region. Protectorate forces arrive on war footing, attacking and cleansing the region with vigor to clear infestations and allow Jy'mar to live in safety. Faith - Converting Uhra to Soul's Expression (18) - TN 12 - Uhra Conversion:2d6+6 Jy'mar life coaches arrive in Uhra facinated by Janovism and their focus on athleticism and the deeds of one man. Soul's Expressions paths are discussed with the people of the region on how everyone could obtain that same level of legend as the great Janov. Console Prisca Calpurnius (She/Her) Dip: 7 (S5) || Mil: 8 (S5) Eco: 3 || Fai: 6 (S5) Int: 5 Unit Cap: 4 / 9 Treasure: 1 || Income: +0 Additional Items Non-Action: Resist all Conversion Attempts on Region 10 Non-Action: Resist all Conversion Attempts beyond Minority on Region 45 (I know I don't have media and can't actually resist right now) Non-Action: Resist all hostile actions against owned trade-posts. (10-TP1 & 11-TP2) Non-Action: The Illumined Utopian reach out to the WTU for information on alternate loan repayment options. "The treasure was spent freely to distribute... we were unable to obtain returns in the form of liquid currency" Non-Action: Jy'mar with the Paragon markings are seen leaving Utopian on unmarked Jy'mar spacecraft into the void of space. Console Prisca's unexpected arrival at the Bloodsports and her death seem to coincide with the departure. Console Prisca Calpurnius Has Fallen, Console Antonius Drusus Rises! Console Antonius will lead the Illumined Utopian next round. Non-Action: > The Illumined Utopian shares Dust Hardening with BCC through their shared embassy! Arkhive Æternal Submissions (+0) (+0) Culture's Literature The Life of a Jy'mar - Day One The Life of a Jy'mar citizen, by Cluatis Masiziou Dear reader, you may have heard much or little of the plight of the Jy'mar - I would not expect you to sympathize much but hear me out. For other Jy'mar know my fears and shiver at a life beyond the walls of the warrens of our home. For you see - for those not in the know, the Jy'mar are short compared to the Imperial Standard. Our tallest warriors only measure 4 inches from foot to head without their armor suits. I will regale to you the horrors of size in this ongoing series told from the point of view of an iterant Jy'mar out in the world sending their tale back to me as they risk their tail. Buckle up, I have edited and composed much of what they have sent back to position in a readable fashion. For security of my client I have changed all names within this work. I left Utopian early that morning, my path called for a journey - travels and knowledge of the world beyond the safe walls of the warrens. The Protectorate issued me a mask, two weeks of hard tact for sustenance and some Imperial credit to be able to charter an aero-ship or book passage on the wandering traders in the area. I was given the waiver I had to sign - to forsake return to the Utopian Warrens now that I had left of my own volition- I would either never return or have to join the Protectorate if I come back. I only thought about it for 10 seconds. There isn't anything more for me in the Warrens. First order of business was getting on an aero-ship, I managed to have a regular trader give me passage he said he "had room for a small thing like you". It took me thirty minutes to walk the length of his aero-ship. As I walked the ship I kept my eyes out for the list of things the Protectorate says are danger signs. Bug nests, eggs, rat droppings, those are the things the giant folk tend to overlook and not thing of when travelling as they don't cause problems for 'normal' sized people. In my excitement exploring the ship and climbing in its walls I was lax, I didn't check carefully enough. My main regret from my first day was irresponsibly sleeping in the bed the trader kindly provided me. I went to sleep unprepared that night for the horrors to come. The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Two The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Two, by Cluatis Masiziou I woke to a pressure on my leg, it was gentle - like a lovers' caress - but I was supposed to be alone. It was only my brief training with the Protectorate that saved me. Springing from my sleeping position away the spider came into full view, its front legs had begun wrapping my blankets up in a cocoon and its fangs had been above my leg poised to bite. I only had basic combat training, I was not prepared for a fight with a spider of this size, big even by giant standards the beast turned toward me, waving its front arms in warning while shuffling at me. I fled. I fled the whole night, people say they get rid of the pests... they just hide until you sleep. Running from hole to hole I discovered the deziens of the night, and they just considered me food. When Dawn finally cracked and the Captain could be talked to I had not slept any more. At least he apologized profusely for the poor quarters and guaranteed my safety, but I was awake now to my peril. I made my own quarters in the hull of the ship, I used the protectorate's guides on traps and fallback sleeping dens that I scoffed at while being taught them. Perhaps there was a point to all the warnings, maybe this was a failed outing, maybe I was just doomed to die beyond the walls of the warrens. When I rested that second night, I was on edge for anything - the skittering of night creatures and the sound of the traps working their magic eventually lulled me to a fitful sleep. The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Three The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Three, by Cluatis Masiziou It was the Captain who found me mid-afternoon on the third day. He was worried when I hadn't come out for breakfast and hadn't been seem by anyone. He said it took some time to find the trapped nook and was fairly impressed with the little piece I carved out for myself. Obviously I needed the sleep, and I only mildly shuttered at the quantity of bugs in my death trapped area. Other than concern for my wellbeing being a passenger on his vessel the captain was also informing me that we would be landing close to nightfall at the targeted port-of call. A middle of nowhere Badal waystation aerostat that traders frequented to transfer cargo and passengers. Reminding me that was as far as I paid for, he said he could keep me on for longer if I wanted to head toward Shiwa Yun - My eyes were set on Senkar - I wanted to see the magic of their lands. He said I could use the nook again tonight as they would be berthed overnight and leave in the morning. I guess tomorrow I will explore a waystation and try to find passage to Senkar. Life of a Jy'mar Day Four, by Cluatis Masiziou <next round> (+0) Historical Work (+0) Philosophy or Faith Submission (+0) Person from Arkhive or Person from Utopian joining the arkhive Realm Tracking Economic: No Trade Routes Treasure: 1 Income: +0 Trade Posts: 10-TP1 (Exotic Heavy Metals) - DI for 45 11-TP2 (Synthetic Meats) - DI for 10 Debts: Owe the White Pawns 2 'Treasure Units' Diplomatic: Embassies: Reflective Gardens, Blue Zone of the North Way Cluster (BCC) Regions: Capital: Heights of Utopia (10), ILU Gov, Open Merc, ILU Media Undeveloped Colony: <Unnamed> (01), Undeveloped Exclave: <Unnamed> (37), Open Gov, Open Merc, BRG Media Exclave: Wyrmlands (45), GLO Gov, Open Merc, Open Media Faction Supports: Region 8 - Government Current Heir: Console-Elect AntoniusDip 4 / Mil 5 / Eco 3 / Fai 3 / Int 3 Arkhive Æternal Status: Faith: Official: Size 5: +1 to buyouts Size 10: Not Set Organized Size 11 Sole (+4): None Majority (+3): 10, 50 Plurality (+2): 11 Minority (+1): 2, 46, 84 Military: Admiral Legate Victolus (7) Rapid Redeployment Following a victory in the Space Combat forces are quickly redeployed to critical support infrastructure on the ground and aid landing forces on the attack. {+2 to Orbital Superiority Bonus} Unit Cap 4/9 Ground: The 101 Praetorians Space: Fleet of Equitable Footing Space: Merchant's Irregulars Ground: The Parvus Dragoons Time Sensitive By End of Round 3 - Mytho-Historical Data Gathering [2/3] By End of Round 3 - Pay 1 Treasure to EMP By End of Round 5 - Pay 3 Treasure to WTU < Unable to pay normally Next Round: NEW Console: Dip 4 / Mil 5 / Eco 3 / Fai 3 +2 / Int 3 Destroy the BRG Base in 37, Using 1 Treasure Divine the Pipeworks in Region 01 Convert the Wyrmlands (45)

From Tuahine's palm Antonius gives Alud a clap. "Well said! It is as Prime Marcus says, he sanctioned them for their actions and I read their apology, full of blame but none of responsibility. Many more feel the same as you do sir - I certainly look forward to discussing what you find among their files - it is no doubt more proof of their rot."

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Round 4 - Years 2043-2045 Illumined Utopian - [] - Region(s) 10, 45 Triumvirate Meeting Logs of 2043 Its so confusing, these logs just got lost. I don't know where they went? Maybe someone else had them. Instead lets talk rumors! Prime Marcus has disapeared following his letter regarding Soul's Expression and the Elven Conclave of 2044. Last seen in the Wyrmlands he chartered a boat to take him 'somewhere' August Iovita is scouring the Protectorate elite for a replacement, his fur is greying and he says he can't keep up with the young Console-Elect Antonius has been staying outside of the Illumined Utopian borders 'tutoring' the Eucrus Alliance Heir Tuahine in matters of diplomacy. They were spotted attending the Mekh Gala together First Speaker Paola coordinates the Imperial sanctioned Union inspections of the Heights of Utopia while also making overtures to the flailing government of the Merely Players. Economy - Colonize Region 1 TN12 - Use 1 Treasure -Colonize Region 1 Military - Raise an Army! The Parvus Dragoons! The Jy'mar control over the wyrmlands swell as military advertisements pull an unprecedented amount of wyrmblessed hopefuls to join the Utopian forces. Combining them with Jy'mar veterans the combined arms of the scaled humanoids and the diminutive Jy'mar allow for coordination and collaboration unheard of by Utopian tactics. The Parvus Dragoons was born. Military - Invade Region 37 Somethings need to happen to prove your path, some of these are hard. Console Prisca directs the 101 Praetorians to once again do the impossible. Prove their mettle. For Utopian! Admiral Legate Victolus (7) Leading the combined space front with TEA with 2 Space Units using Rapid Redeployment Tactic on Regions 22 and 37! (+7 tac doc || +8 Battle: +7 commander, +2 units, -1 distance) Console Prisca Calpurnius (7) Leading the combined ground front with 1 army from ILU and 2 armies from WTB travelling through region 49 with permission from TAV using Overwhelming Tempo Tatic! (+7 tac doc || +17 Battle: +7 commander, +3 units, +5 from orbital superiority if successful, +2 from overwhelming Tempo if successful) Intrigue - Steal Dust Hardening from CBC - Use 1 Treasure - Steal Tech CBC Jy'mar are small and oft unnoticed but the Emperor decrees repayment Tenfold in Blood, so it shall be done. Utopian charters a group of faithful runners to aid the cause using the Cultural Identity of Property Wrongs through the Reflective Garden Embassy with BCC! Roll Notes4 Intrigue - 2 distance Badal to Veehra + 1 treasure spent Intrigue - Secret Action With a box of suspicious 4-D games in their possession Console Prisca Calpurnius herself is last seen in possession of the padlocked suitcase that weighs almost ten times what she does. When she departs the Wyrmlands for the Heights of Utopia it is unclear if it remains in her possession or if others have taken custodianship of the suitcase. Console Prisca Calpurnius (She/Her) Dip: 7 (S5) || Mil: 7 (S5) Eco: 3 || Fai: 6 (S5) Int: 4 Unit Cap: 3 / 8 Treasure: 3 || Income: +0 Additional Items Non-Action: Resist all Conversion Attempts on Region 10 Non-Action: Resist all Conversion Attempts beyond Minority on Region 45 (I know I don't have media and can't actually resist right now) Non-Action: Resist all hostile actions against owned trade-posts. (10-TP1 & 11-TP2) Non-Action: With the proper forms the Illumined Utopian Grants access to the Worker's & Trader's Union to inspect the Warrens Non-Action: The Jy'mar of the Illumined Utopian provide Triumvirate Paola with a request for new plays and drama's from the Bard's workings of the populace of The Globe. With the Elect nation's region having dropped into silence Triumvirate Paola drafts a missive to be sent to Mekhalan Elect to discuss recourse in relation to the Globe while making overtures to the Merely Players. Non-Action: Arkhive Æternal Submissions (+4) (+1) Culture's Literature The Life of a Jy'mar - Day One The Life of a Jy'mar citizen, by Cluatis Masiziou Dear reader, you may have heard much or little of the plight of the Jy'mar - I would not expect you to sympathize much but hear me out. For other Jy'mar know my fears and shiver at a life beyond the walls of the warrens of our home. For you see - for those not in the know, the Jy'mar are short compared to the Imperial Standard. Our tallest warriors only measure 4 inches from foot to head without their armor suits. I will regale to you the horrors of size in this ongoing series told from the point of view of an iterant Jy'mar out in the world sending their tale back to me as they risk their tail. Buckle up, I have edited and composed much of what they have sent back to position in a readable fashion. For security of my client I have changed all names within this work. I left Utopian early that morning, my path called for a journey - travels and knowledge of the world beyond the safe walls of the warrens. The Protectorate issued me a mask, two weeks of hard tact for sustenance and some Imperial credit to be able to charter an aero-ship or book passage on the wandering traders in the area. I was given the waiver I had to sign - to forsake return to the Utopian Warrens now that I had left of my own volition- I would either never return or have to join the Protectorate if I come back. I only thought about it for 10 seconds. There isn't anything more for me in the Warrens. First order of business was getting on an aero-ship, I managed to have a regular trader give me passage he said he "had room for a small thing like you". It took me thirty minutes to walk the length of his aero-ship. As I walked the ship I kept my eyes out for the list of things the Protectorate says are danger signs. Bug nests, eggs, rat droppings, those are the things the giant folk tend to overlook and not thing of when travelling as they don't cause problems for 'normal' sized people. In my excitement exploring the ship and climbing in its walls I was lax, I didn't check carefully enough. My main regret from my first day was irresponsibly sleeping in the bed the trader kindly provided me. I went to sleep unprepared that night for the horrors to come. The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Two The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Two, by Cluatis Masiziou I woke to a pressure on my leg, it was gentle - like a lovers' caress - but I was supposed to be alone. It was only my brief training with the Protectorate that saved me. Springing from my sleeping position away the spider came into full view, its front legs had begun wrapping my blankets up in a cocoon and its fangs had been above my leg poised to bite. I only had basic combat training, I was not prepared for a fight with a spider of this size, big even by giant standards the beast turned toward me, waving its front arms in warning while shuffling at me. I fled. I fled the whole night, people say they get rid of the pests... they just hide until you sleep. Running from hole to hole I discovered the deziens of the night, and they just considered me food. When Dawn finally cracked and the Captain could be talked to I had not slept any more. At least he apologized profusely for the poor quarters and guaranteed my safety, but I was awake now to my peril. I made my own quarters in the hull of the ship, I used the protectorate's guides on traps and fallback sleeping dens that I scoffed at while being taught them. Perhaps there was a point to all the warnings, maybe this was a failed outing, maybe I was just doomed to die beyond the walls of the warrens. When I rested that second night, I was on edge for anything - the skittering of night creatures and the sound of the traps working their magic eventually lulled me to a fitful sleep. The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Three The Life of a Jy'mar - Day Three, by Cluatis Masiziou It was the Captain who found me mid-afternoon on the third day. He was worried when I hadn't come out for breakfast and hadn't been seem by anyone. He said it took some time to find the trapped nook and was fairly impressed with the little piece I carved out for myself. Obviously I needed the sleep, and I only mildly shuttered at the quantity of bugs in my death trapped area. Other than concern for my wellbeing being a passenger on his vessel the captain was also informing me that we would be landing close to nightfall at the targeted port-of call. A middle of nowhere Badal waystation aerostat that traders frequented to transfer cargo and passengers. Reminding me that was as far as I paid for, he said he could keep me on for longer if I wanted to head toward Shiwa Yun - My eyes were set on Senkar - I wanted to see the magic of their lands. He said I could use the nook again tonight as they would be berthed overnight and leave in the morning. I guess tomorrow I will explore a waystation and try to find passage to Senkar. Life of a Jy'mar Day Four, by Cluatis Masiziou <Text> (+1) Historical Work (+1) Philosophy or Faith Submission (+1) Person from Arkhive or Person from Utopian joining the arkhive Realm Tracking Economic: No Trade Routes Treasure: 3 Income: +0 Trade Posts: 10-TP1 (Exotic Heavy Metals) - DI for 45 11-TP2 (Synthetic Meats) - DI for 10 Diplomatic: Embassies: Reflective Gardens, Blue Zone of the North Way Cluster (BCC) Regions: Capital: Heights of Utopia (10), ILU Gov, Open Merc, ILU Media Exclave: Wyrmlands (45), GLO Gov, Open Merc, Open Media Faction Supports: Region 8 - Government Current Heir: Console-Elect AntoniusDip 4 / Mil 5 / Eco 3 / Fai 3 / Int 3 Arkhive Æternal Status: <Pending> Faith: Official: Size 5: +1 to buyouts Size 10: Not Set Organized Size 11 Sole (+4): None Majority (+3): 10, 50 Plurality (+2): 11 Minority (+1): 2, 46, 84 Military: Admiral Legate Victolus (7) Rapid Redeployment Following a victory in the Space Combat forces are quickly redeployed to critical support infrastructure on the ground and aid landing forces on the attack. {+2 to Orbital Superiority Bonus} Unit Cap 3/8 Ground: The 101 Praetorians Space: Fleet of Equitable Footing Space: Merchant's Irregulars Time Sensitive By End of Round 3 - Mytho-Historical Data Gathering [2/3] By End of Round 3 - Pay 1 Treasure to EMP By End of Round 5 - Pay 3 Treasure to WTU By End of Round 6 - Obtain DI resource for Open Merchants Next Round: Console: 7 Dip | 7 Mil +1 | 3 Eco | 5 Fai | 4 Int +1 Spend a Treasure on Colonize Attempt Spend a Treasure on Theft of Dust Hardening Gain Dust Hardening Raise a Ground Army, the Parvus Dragoons

Soom Room Mad Dash Reunion 18 hours ago, Stygian said: The sudden confluence of flashy, somewhat eccentric racers is enough to distract Tuahine from the conversation at hand—and honestly reminds the kanmarran of some of the stranger televised competitions of the Basu-Rahman Group. Were these people really playing at being heels and faces, as it were? Was she being pranked? Cameras might be getting broken, if so. The whispered cry of Antonius snaps her back to this world. She reaches up and gently pats Antonius, half-shielding him from the anaconda. “Easy, dear one. I will not let anyone make a meal of you. And do not diminish yourself so. They are right. And well-spoken." Tuahine gestures to Ani-Quin, who did not seem quite so caught up in... some manner of rivalry? "Racing through cramped, close quarters? Tests of agility as you navigate unfamiliar tunnels and try not to lose your way? Just because the arena is smaller, does not mean the victor is any less mighty." "As you may have heard, I am Tuahine Roa, Navarch of the Eucrusian Fleet. And this is Antonius, Console-Elect. It is ...good meet you." She offers to Ani-Quin. 1 hour ago, EmBark said: Ani-Quin offers an awkward bow to Tuahine, obviously unused to the maneuver. "It is an honour to meet you, Navarch. And you, Console-Elect. Truly, a race through tight passages and moving quickly through twists and turns is the most exhilirating and speaks highly to a racer's skill. Though I have participated in the Mad Dash more than once, I must say I admire my fellow racers here who, uh, proved very adept at it. Navigating the Mouth of the Emperor is no small feat." They looked--up--at the Jy'mar Console-Elect specifically. "Perhaps a future Mad Dash might be a narrow maze, so that your skills could be shown off to outshine us all." When Naqi'a joined them, Ani-Quin's face brightened. Here was now a royal who moved in these diplomatic scenes like all the others, but--like Alud--a fellow racer, someone they could understand. "Ah, Naqi'a! How good to see you again." They had last seen her after the Mekhala Mad Dash, but in all the celebrations and surrounding diplomatic affairs they had not been able to properly express their thanks for saving their life. Then again, how could they? To one whose family was so wealthy and powerful, a non-noble's thanks likely wasn't worth much, even from one famous and skilled. Perhaps she didn't even remember. 12 hours ago, TheDarkDM said: Inside... A flute of Ushere champagne in either hand, Naqi'a pierces the veil of fans and onlookers surrounding the impromptu reunion of Mad Dashers. "Don't sell yourself short, Velocipede. You Sansarites squirrel away nuclear ordnance in libraries - I'm sure if we put you on the spot you could at least manage a fission device." Moving next to Alud, she slides one of the champagne flutes into his empty hands. "Have you told the Console-Elect what else you can navigate by touch?" < RE Auld being involved in the conversation by ^ Naqi'a Antonius seems to calm as Tuahine strokes his head, smoothing the fur down that was beginning to stand on end. "Ap-apologies, While I like Snake News and it shows a fair amount of Sn-snakes on the channel it isn't the s-same as s-seeing one in person." Returning the bow from Ani-Quin for both himself and Tuahine when she introduces herself he continues. "It would be my honor to compete in some kind of maze event, perhaps I could navigate for My Shell here? She is the better pilot between us...." His voice trails off as he notices another person joining the conversation group with a snake on their person. This time however Tuahine's hand was already close and he elegantly made his escape into her palm, grabbing her fingers to shield him. He barely makes out that Naqi'a addressed him by Title, and his diplomatic training is enough for him to respond from the safety of His Shell. "The-they have not - but a - a Gentleman ne-never tells e-either."