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  1. paradigm

    [tfoc] reise, reise

    Richter Grievous’s flagship, the Heretic crested the skyline and played lead to a team of similarly sized command ships coasting into formation. Word traveled fast throughout the Provincial territories, carrying the message that Ocelot's brat was going to war against his own countrymen...a skewed way of looking at it, in Viktus' mind. They'd taken to calling Viktus' army the Unified Axis Forces, though the reasoning behind the name had yet to be explained to him. “Excellency,” a voice scratched over the comms “we’ve spotted a scouting party en route to the landing zone. They’re wearing Masonic colors.” Prince, Heir Apparent and Commander of the Unified Axis Forces Viktus P.C. Gallin sat still in the cold, dark, and silent embrace of an issued ALT-PM-00 Sovereign Assault type mobile soup, provided to him courtesy of the Order of the Valiant Sky. The machine hummed to life. Once active, the idle birthed a turbulent vibration that coursed through the chassis, heavy armor, weapons and metal appendages attached to them. Great care went into the Sovereigns redesign; fixed armaments like the Heat Lance replaced the factory Beam Saber. The ALT-50D 120mm Machine Gun would be utilized, and supported by the 880mmRB-T27 Raketen Bazooka and maduria alloy shield. He took stock of his weaponry, he took no pleasure in slaying his kinsmen, but insubordination among his Regents would not be tolerated. They would fall in line, or they would be replaced. "Hold formation," Viktus ordered, softly. "Heretic Squadron will eliminate the recon team and rendezvous with the asset." Stabilizers located across the frame twitched in a blur and performed omni-directional shifts as several tests were run. By the time the hatch opened and Viktus took his seat, the many and busy metal appendages would release The Sovereign and the sound of locks disengaging echoed. All harnesses fastened, Viktus’ hands found the cold shifters and levers. Vernier thrusters exploded from the Mobile Suits hips, skirt, and rear upon initiation, pressing Viktus deeper into his seat. As the bay doors inched open, sunlight shattered the darkness of the hold. The cold rush of atmosphere crept in, and with it, the violent roaring of the easterly winds. The orderly acoustics of the cockpit sang against the cacophonous gusting winds flooding the bay as the mech shuddered all around him. A vast arm mechanism clamped the Sovereign’s torso and spun the machine into place. The large mobile suits form laid against a stationary catapult that hung in the opening where the bay doors swung ajar. The Valorous’ command ships, and by extension Grievous’, were the epitome of utilitarian; suits launched stationary from the door. “Sovereign 00 launching.” After quite some time, Viktus finally grew accustomed the static sound of his voice against the glass and tight quarters of his helmet. Simultaneously, the foreign and unwelcoming, blended with the familiar. Briefly, Viktus fought the wavering in the back of his throat. He was in command now and could not afford to let something as inconsequential as fear bring the persona of the conquering prince crashing down. The maduria composite shell around him groaned under the abrupt shift of force at its back, as the rockets bursted forth and jettisoned the suit into the sky and towards the Setroth Province below. The tell tale sound of the Crystal reactor filled the cockpit and rang in his ears before stabilizers silenced it . Control sticks slammed forward in simultaneous conjunction with acceleration pedals, correcting and guiding the pristine Sovereign’s descent. Thrusters carried him forward, darting around the wind currents and towards his destiny. "Asset- Dominous, This is Heretic Squad Leader. We are en route to your location." Emerald eyes perused the wealth of date coursing across his screens. The recon team was small, no doubt dispatched by Regent Tyndall, upon notice of the assets entry into the Province. While the Masons as a whole agreed to remain neutral, the provincial chapter houses served at the Regent's pleasure unless so otherwise inclined. It seemed the Poor Sons commander for the Setroth Province had yet to fully commit himself, but was not prepared to openly defy the Regent. How else could Viktus justify the man sending a squad of two mobile suits towards the landing zone. As Viktus bore down on them, he was surprised to find them oblivious to his presence, the Heretic's radar jamming capabilities evidently doing their job. Fortunately, for Viktus the Sovereign patched directly into the Crystarium, ensuring that he had eyes even without radar. The neural network of the Crystal reactor coalesced throughout Viktus' brain allowing him to see as though the Soverign was his body and not the frame surrounding it. In one smooth motion, he raised the massive machine gun, took aim and let loose two heavy caliber rounds towards the unsuspecting pair of scouts. Their smaller Recon type mobile suits were not suited for a great deal of damage, let alone a great deal of damage aimed specifically at the mecha's vulnerable regions. The blue and white suits were knocked off course, jarred by the impact of the slugs and spun into one another before exploding in a cloud of dense black smoke. Pulling up, Viktus eased into his descent and landed with a relatively minor thud outside of the crater. A thin sheen of dust and debris clouded about the mobile suits lower limbs and when it cleared, Viktus was lowering himself down via a small utility cable. Removing his helmet, Viktus pressed his fist to his chest in a salute towards the asset down below. "Asset-Dominous," he called down. "I'm Viktus Gallin. Thank you for waiting."
  2. paradigm

    $-Hyde

    name: atkovian mason dollarhyde sobriquet: $, Note, your mother age: time is a construct height: fuck you...5’4 nationality: alterion ethnicity: traveler occupation: hh4h; hellhound for hire class: artificer, synergist
  3. paradigm

    The Fall of Cosanastre

    Cosanastre faced certain destruction. Well, not entirely, but Arch Mason Baert considered the great empire to be on the rain slick precipice of destruction, which was equally alarming. Whilst the Champions of the King’s Feast struggled with the necrotic beast, a coup was in the works. How many times had Baert warned the High Mason not to trust that half-breed. Regardless of his history, Richter Grievous still bore Renovatian blood. And allies or no, Renovatians (or any foreigner for that matter) could never truly feel the Crystal’s light within them. It was only a matter of time before Grievous betrayed them—the filthy mercenary. Many within the faith questioned the High Mason's decision in placing an outsider in such a favored position.Then again, Ocelot Royce was not a typical High Mason, hence his survival of the attempted coup. Baert was not present to witness Grievous’ attempt on the High Masons life, but it reports indicated that the First Sword cut his way through entire contingent of Poor Sons, a team of Justicar Inquisitors and a RioT First Class operative just to reach his target. How the High Mason and his guests managed to survive eluded him, but rumor held that Ocelot himself rammed a blade into Grievous' chest and that the Heretic vanished in a cloud of smoke. With his whereabouts unknown, Richter Grievous became a severe liability for all of Cosanastre. The Order of the Valiant Sky still served them under the direction of their Vice-Commander and the Minister of War, Vortian Cross. Could they be trusted? After his run in with Grievous, the High Mason locked himself in his throne room to commune with the Crystal and never returned. Baert himself tried lifting the alchemic sigils that barred entry, but it proved a fool's errand. There was no reason to believe the High Mason dead, given that the barriers held firm Ocelot was likely alive. The Masons, however, were bereft of a High Mason and the Daius Syndicate was absent its High King. Protocol dictated that Ocelot's heir take control in the event of his death, but the High Mason was in perfect health and within the Cathedral...the Masons...Baert...none of them possessed the legal authority to supplant Ocelot's position without risking excommunication. The entire debacle turned the Arch Mason's stomach. So it was that Baert stared down Viktus Gallin. Several long moments passed before Baert finally spoke, feeling his own gaze waver beneath the youth's intense glare. "As I said earlier, Lord Gallin, The Church cannot support your actions, but we will not condemn them." The youth said nothing, prompting Baert to continue after a pregnant pause. "The failure of the Regents to respond to your summons is not considered actionable by the clergy." "The High Mason would have their heads on spikes for failing to rally when called." Baert bit back the desire to remind young Gallin that he was not the High Mason and continued. "I do not disagree, but We have no legal authority to revoke Regencies. Even upon failure to pay their tax, a Regent cannot be removed without the High Mason's express consent." "You speak for the Church in Lot's absence, yes?" Viktus asked with some vehemence. "I do." The arch mason said, giving a nod of his head. "I can only command the Military in matters of public and national safety. In this case, control of the Military reverts to the High Marshall--the Heretic Grievous, and in his absence the Minister of War, Vortian Cross--who cannot be reached at this moment. Thus, we cannot authorize the Poor Sons or the Justicar to assist you. Perhaps the Daius Syndicate..." Viktus cut this suggestion short with a scoff. "Daius is no more prepared for Lot's absence than you people are. Nobody is willing to initiate proceedings as long as the possibility remains that he is alive." "He is alive, my prince." Baert insisted. "I know," Viktus snapped. "However, in his absence I should be named Regent of Cosanastre, at least in the interim. Once Lot returns from prayer I'll return to my post at Kageroth Academy, but this is mine by right. Ocelot named me his heir, he charged me with protecting Cosanastre in his absence...I believe Ocelot knew something like this was going to happen." Baert sniffed and sighed. This was going nowhere, but perhaps there existed a happy middle ground that solved two problems at once. Perhaps not quite killing two birds with one stone, but certainly taking them out of the sky for a while. "Your Grace, why not utilize the Order of the Valiant Sky. They are contracted to the Imperial Family, not through the Church or the Daius." Viktus pondered this for a moment. "They'd have the equipment I need, if nothing else." The broad youth steepled his fingers beneath the bridge of his brow and sighed. "Very well, if the Church will not sanction this endeavor then I must undertake it of my own accord."
  4. Winners announced. The following Notoriety points/Notes are available for use at the Hunter's Market. First Ranking: 1,000 Second Ranking: 750 Third Ranking: 500 Fourth Ranking: 250 In addition to your Notoriety you may choose two of the following: 1. Class IV or below Alterion Artifact 2. Tellus Seed 3. Custom Artifact/Prize (on par with a Class IV artifact) 4. Hunter's License -We never had a lot of time to flesh these out, but a Hunters License grants you access to the Hunter's Association which affords you a great deal of influence and protection on par with a Sector Regent. While there area few exceptions most Hunter's are only bound by the laws of the association with the Association agreeing to police their members, as necessary. 5. Familiar (any creature Class IV or below)
  5. paradigm

    The King's Feast [SS0]

    And so the mighty beast was felled. With an earth shattering roar, the creature flew backwards and exploded into a cloud of bloody mist. Whilst our heroes attack most certainly laid the beast low, the resulting wave of bloody mist was a direct result of security protocols activating. Regardless of the circumstances, the heroes of the day stood victorious. Yet, where the High Mason was intended to stand atop Cathedral and congratulate them another, stooped figure encroached. The elderly Mason raised a wavering hand in the air. "The High Mason is unwell, and thus unable to attend the final ceremony. In light of recent events and in honor of those whose determination brought them here, the Feast is hereby concluded and our champions named." Fumbling with a crystal datapad, the priest cleared his throat and gestured towards the streets below. "Our top hunters are: of the fourth ranking, Epheren Tempral; of the third ranking, The Daemonslayer; of the second ranking, Dazkar; and of the first ranking, Dan Palmer. The four Hunters shall make their way to the dais at the city center to receive their prize." /end Feast.
  6. paradigm

    Alterion Canon: Updates and Alterations

    home of the brave <Full Summary Located in thread> Summary Jericho, a member of Justice, organizes a raid with two locally sourced mercenaries, Will and Middy. The raid includes not only the destruction of a major brothel, but the displacement of its slave labor into greater Alterion, helping them find their way back home or safe passage and the potential for gainful employment. Notable Consequences A major brothel in Izral is destroyed and the slave workforce is set free, dealing a two-pronged blow to the business The displaced slave labor is given means to escape Izral and get back to their homes and families through a cult-like operation calling themselves the Brothers and Sisters Those servants and slaves without homes are given safe passage to Terrenus and connected to Justice satellite offices, as well as Middy's Black Head Opportunities Chase down the Brothers and Sisters of Justice Contact @supernal if this is taken up. Include @paradigm and I will add a bounty post with Notoriety and Monetary rewards. Build a new business in the area that the brothel was destroyed
  7. paradigm

    [hh4h;r] hellhounds for hire; redux

    The TKO was much more than just a pub. The center of the bar was double-tiered and had a perfect mesh of old-world and new-tech as they were a middle-ground of sorts. The bar served as a staple for the port work as it was in the middle of a massive walking path between other shops and the port itself, which entangled almost every bit of seaside space available. Only the rich still had beach access and few had resort spots along the western side that was more enclosed and secluded. Around the bar were stout tables which were often filled with sailors, travelers, and tourists eating and drinking from the full-serve kitchens which served primarily seafood—obviously. Other meats were often considered delicacies and thus were over-the-top expensive and rare at that. Surrounding this walk-through with a bar in the middle was an inn and lodging for groups which would include barracks, which included bathrooms and bedrooms, keeping it short and sweet for people who wanted to be in and out. A seaside, one-stop-shop for anyone passing through the area —TKO Informational Board— A board right inside either side of the walkthrough offer a vibrant LED menu and other options. The Oasis—Healthy and the Best … Alcohol Kitchen Sushi, Cod, Halibut Squid, Marlin Mahi Mahi, Shrimp Crab, Lobster, Clams (special orders accepted) Salads and Fruits of all nature Bar Alcohol You name it; we have it. We serve sailors, afterall. Oasis Tea—generational specialty Teas: Black, Green, All-fruit types Coffee, Water, Club soda Job Posting Full-time bartender/ bar manager Lodging Vessel Slip 1 bedroom, 1 bath 2 bedroom, 1 bath 3 bedroom, 1 bath 10 & 20 person rooms, two 3 bath sections More than the layout of the bar, the informational board caught Char's attention. Not only were the delicatessens items he was familiar with...but they were absent prices. Raising a brow at a dark haired man behind the bar, Char directed an extended finger at the menu. "How much?" He asked in Izrali. The man behind the bar paused long enough to perk an eyebrow at Char's accent and shook his head. Long dark hair billowed down the man's shoulders and a pair of spectacles rested upon the bride of his nose. "Those who find themselves at TKO have already paid a price. The refreshments are gratis, lodging--as well, pending our occupancy. Are you hungry?" The man asked, his tone one of mild interest. Char thought about it for a moment. Astonishingly, he wasn't. Not in the slightest. "Not at all," he answered, failing to hide his shock. "I'm not particularly tired either." The slender man nodded his head and returned to tending his bar. "Not surprising. You've the look of a Gatekeeper. Most humes we get, that have passed on, reek of death. You're clearly very much alive." "And I don't need to eat?" He said, confused. "You're in the Celestial Realm, but you are not truly a Celestial being. For the time being, the ambient Celestial energy is nourishing you. Once you start to utilize it and expend it, then you'll find hunger and fatigue." "Oh..." Char said, "Thanks. For explaining that, I mean." The man nodded. "I'm Luxian Fairfax, btw. Co-owner of the TKO. I'm also something of an arbiter for those who transcend the veil...you're very fortunate you ended up here and not Vast Gigante, or Soul Isle. The denizens there are less welcoming of Outsiders." Outsider. The term got thrown around a lot in Valucre to refer to interlopers from foreign worlds and in some cases was synonymous with Unnatural. It seemed an odd thing for the Outsiders to think Char an Outsider. Before he could speak, Luxian spoke up again. "Part of my charge is to ensure that denizens of your ilk are provided for, upon your arrival. There should be a room available in the back, last door on the left." A key appeared on the bar before Char. "You'll find something more suitable to wear and just some overall helpful items, in general." Char took the key, feeling numb. Luxian to his credit handled it all with an overly practiced grace. How many times had he given that speech, Char wondered, as he shuffled towards the back after murmuring a quiet 'thank you' under his breath. True, he may not have been tired, or hungry, but that didnt make his situation any less confusing.
  8. Tea Key Oasis He awoke to the sound of waves crashing against the shore and the general roar of wind rushing over the sea. The warmth of the sun was at his back, but the sand he lay in felt cool, almost refreshing. The sounds of civilization filled his ears, the quite hum of vehicles droning on, feet moving across wooden flooring...maybe a dock? The sound of gulls swooping overhead prompted Char to lift himself off of his sandy bed. Brushing his clothes off, while simultaneously wiping his hands free of any sand, Char peered about at what appeared to be a tropical island paradise. Gingerly rubbing the sand off his face, he wondered just where in the hell he was. The memory of the rift was still fresh in his mind. He’d been in the lab—no, Dojan’s office. Now he stood before a bustling resort? There was none of the vaulted architecture he’d grown to associate with Alterion. The buildings were fairly squat by comparison, but far from dilapidated and wide enough to house several businesses. Char turned to look out over the sea, in some vain hope of gaining his bearings and stared in dumbfounded awe at the horizon. The ocean that churned before him was not composed of water, but energy...that same coalescing radiance he’d seen in the rift. The vast sea of power thrummed in tune with the beat of his heart, only serving to further unnerve the erstwhile youth. Suddenly, he became aware of his hair marring his vision and moved to sweep the blonde locks clear...wait...blonde? For as long as he could remember, Char'd had black hair...pitch black. His journey must have changed him? There was still so much he was trying and failing to understand. His gaze moved to the buildings just beyond the shore and Char resolved to at least figure out where in the shit he was before he absolutely lost his fucking mind. A small sign clung to the dock, simplistic if not adequately carved. It bore three words of varying capitalization: " TeY KeY OaSiS " Shrugging his shoulders, Char felt his pockets searching for the weight of a coin purse and finding little more than some wadded up and rumpled Alterion bills. "Better than nothing, I suppose." With a sigh, Char made his way towards the dock and civilization beyond.
  9. paradigm

    LEGEND | Xaengri-La (WIP)

    Tea Key Oasis In the northern reaches of Xaengri-La lay a large tropical island floating amidst the glacier-laced seas to the east. Due to the warm tides that came from the north clashing with the areas mountainous winters, a perpetual fog lingers along the northwestern banks of the mainland which left most sailors to steer clear of the treacherous rocky cliffs and seemingly always to stumble upon a tropical island with such sights and beauty that some stopped in for supplies and ended up never leaving. With the perpetual tourism and constant traffic of vessels in and out of the ports, the small island of Tey Key, often referred to as TKO or TK (mostly because the travelers struggled so much with trying to pronounce the odd grouping of letters), there seemed to be a lack of government in the area. Xaengri-la had enough trouble on the mainland that the island of seafarers didn't even cause a blip on the map for Soul Isle and they seemed to manage themselves quite nicely at that. If you asked anyone though, the would tell you that the business of import and export was in a helix-union with the dominance of a single family and one establishment: the Tea Key Oasis. It is often asked how the TKO got it's name by the celestial tourists that come in and out of the ports and stop in needing to quench a thirst or were looking for a bed beyond compare—especially on a cold, hard board in a ship on a rocky ocean. A lively bartender often would reply—the TKO is a hand-me-down through three generations of Fairfax; their great-great grandfather used to have a small home and tiki hut on the small harbor back when the island was nubile. He often served warm tea to the sea-worn spirits that seemed to have some sort of magical or healing properties, which kept bringing more and more travelers around—hearing of the great assistance and friendliness that came of the island. Because it is an island, it took to the name of travelers: the Tea key. The rest is history as the establishment grew through the generations, it kept the ideals of prosperity and care for the travelers. Sirus Fairfax was one such family member that often could be found moving about the bar with a finesse that left patrons curious of a gender. He was often confused for a woman, hit on by men, and found himself in the most curious of praises only to be scolded or yelled at by leary seamen and their yearning for flesh. Nevertheless, Sirus acted as not only a proprietor of the TKO, but also as a server and host to newcomers. Their business was dependant upon their attitudes, so he maintained the cute, boyish looks as best as he could, being something far prettier than most of the nasty sea lizards that lurked the ports looking for a quick lay and a sliver of coin. The TKO was much more than just a pub. The center of the bar was double-tiered and had a perfect mech of old-world and new-tech as they were a middle-ground of sorts. The bar served as a staple for the port work as it was in the middle of a massive walking path between other shops and the port itself, which entangled almost every bit of seaside space available. Only the rich still had beach access and few had resort spots along the western side that was more enclosed and secluded. Around the bar were stout tables which were often filled with sailors, travelers, and tourists eating and drinking from the full-serve kitchens which served primarily seafood—obviously. Other meats were often considered delicacies and thus were over-the-top expensive and rare at that. Surrounding this walk-through with a bar in the middle was an inn and lodging for groups which would include barracks, which included bathrooms and bedrooms, keeping it short and sweet for people who wanted to be in and out. A seaside, one-stop-shop for anyone passing through the area —TKO Informational Board— A board right inside either side of the walkthrough offer a vibrant LED menu and other options. The Oasis—Healthy and the Best … Alcohol Kitchen Sushi, Cod, Halibut Squid, Marlin Mahi Mahi, Shrimp Crab, Lobster, Clams (special orders accepted) Salads and Fruits of all nature Bar Alcohol You name it; we have it. We serve sailors, afterall. Oasis Tea—generational specialty Teas: Black, Green, All-fruit types Coffee, Water, Club soda Job Posting Full-time bartender/ bar manager Lodging Vessel Slip 1 bedroom, 1 bath 2 bedroom, 1 bath 3 bedroom, 1 bath 10 & 20 person rooms, two 3 bath sections
  10. paradigm

    Dice Rolling Thread

    Rolling d6 for Char's location once exiting the Rift. Pending the results, he'll arrive in the general vicinity of one of these locations in Xaengri-La. 1- Vast Gigante; 2- One of the Demon King's Territories; 3- Jaakuna Keimusho - Prison of the Damned; 4- Soul Isle; 5- Taurus; 6- Tea Key Oasis
  11. paradigm

    the black sky blues [D1E]

    Feyd's lack of a response resonated with Char. Following his elder brother's line of sight, Char's eyes widened. The MaGNUS tech seemed less than impressive held up alongside the display before him. Radiant beams of light poured from the wall and coursed out and back into themselves, flowing into what Char could only fathom to be a rift of some sort. A rift of space/time? A portal? He'd heard of technologically advanced places in Alterion that possessed teleportation devices and gates to the celestial realm, but he never expected to witness anything of the sort in his lifetime. The dark haired youth, ran an anxious hand through his hair. His nerves were beyond frayed, the facility wasn't secure, they needed to leave soon and everything they needed a whole new life was right here waiting for them to grab it. With Dojan's funds and the MaGNUS equipment they could be whatever they wanted to be. All thoughts of leaving the Rebellion vanished from his mind, the energy of the Tellus Seed coursing through him seemed to resonate with that rift. If Char closed his eyes he could hear a dim humming coming from the rift and it only just occurred to him that it sounded in tune with the coursing light within him. Not entirely of his own accord, Char moved across the room and stepped through the Rift. /exit Char?
  12. paradigm

    Tavern of Legend Season 3

    Today was a glorious day. A day enraptured by the ephemeral glow of wonder that was his presence. His journey had been a long and arduous one, but the rabble would not know this—for he carried himself as a king. Obligations being obligations, necessitated this discomfort upon his person. Thus, if he was forced to subsist upon lukewarm tea throughout the entirety of his airship ride, the his sacrifice was a worthy cause. It was for the people. They needed, above all else to hear tell of his legend. Though not the largest sentient being in the world, he stood an illustrious four and a half feet, thanks in no small part to the dapper top hat that sat upon his ivory crown. His elongated nose curved outward and upwards in the facsimile of a large beak, no doubt the source of his legendary name--whispered across all of Valucre. He was the beacon of Alterion, the scourge of Tellus Mater, the King of Kings, the powerful, the pleasurable, the indestructable, Sir Beak. Waddling in, bold as you please, Sir Beak spun his cane whilst humming a jaunty tune and alighted himself atop the bar with an easily accomplished hop. Spinning about he gestured towards the aptly named Tavern of Legend and tapped his cane atop the counter top. "Fret not, gentlefolk...for your savior is here. I bring tales of wonder and awe, mysteries from the southernlands and daring quests for daring do gooders. I also bring an assortment of Alterion's finest Blood Orange ale, and cannisters of Jump Cola...whatever your heart desires...I, the illustrious Sir Beak, can provide." "My name, you ask? Why, that's a story for another time..." The wide dead eyes blinked in surprise. "Unless you'd care to hear it now? My legend begins in the 12th century, you see and can only accurately be unfolded in the 15 hour storytelling party."
  13. paradigm

    What are you watching? [TV edition]

    Been rewatching My Hero Academia with my wife (her first viewing) and been working my way through the One Piece dub because I've been behind on that for yeeeeears. I'm also thinking about giving that Netflix Series "Troy: Fall of a City" a shot.
  14. paradigm

    Which places in Valucre have slavery?

    Lands of Alterion is home to all the 'Unaffiliated' Kingdoms and Villages and it's probably most prevalent there, because the Church largely ignores those territories. The Izral Region is pretty bad with it, as well. Especially areas controlled by Merchant Princes and their ilk.
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