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  1. V.C.F Hub Landing page Valucrean Containment Foundation; Home page Valucrean Containment Foundation; Hierarchal and ranking system Valucrean Containment Foundation; Special Agents profiles Valucrean Containment Foundation; Resources and task forces Valucrean Containment Foundation; Containment Subjects
  2. On a beautiful day in Athentha. The floating islands were casually floating like they usually would. Suddenly there was a bright trail being seen in the sky if anybody were to be nearby. It emerged from the beginning and disappeared like a shooting star would.. It was somehow very fast but people can see it for about 5 seconds before disappearing into nothing. Meanwhile Nesy was in the sky with a blackbird looking-spacecraft that zipped through the clouds of the area and as the spacecraft did it's gradual decent towards the planet. The aerodynamic effects of the space-craft was almost powerful but it's metalic structure prevented it from blowing up while it was zipping through the thin air like a bullet. It appeared as a shooting star in the sky and the spacecraft's trail disappeared from sight. There was a black dot in the sky trailing closer to the floating island in the distance. Eventually the flying thing would disappear out of sight as it landed on the floating island and the spacecraft went idle. Suddenly the airlock of the spacecraft flung open and Nesy would walk up to the roof of the space-craft and he eventually slided down the front and hit the ground on his 2 feet. Who is this being? Nobody knows. It is time to find out who this multiversal being wants. Once in for all.
  3. Important Links Cult of Power (CoP) Group Page The Commander's Character Sheet The Cult's Public OOC PM to officially join and be added to the Club OOC Information This thread will act as the Cult of Power's official hub thread. I won't promise it'll last forever, but should last for a good long time. The start of this Hub Thread is after the Cult's adventures in Genesaris and Renovatio are momentarily over (after the obtainment of Asteria's Crown, the Cornerstones, etc). As any hub thread, your characters can come and go. Some cool things might develop in this thread and require a storyline, or it'll just roll with the punches. Who knows! There is no required post length or posting order. Location: Delcore, Terrenus. Delcore is a medium sized city a few miles east of Hell's Gate. The Cult has a Lunar Castle taken from another group they absorbed called the Fallen which is another few miles east in the Forbidding Hills. We might go there but this thread will start in Delcore. The city itself is controlled and regulated by Paragons, but it's down in a shadow mannerism where Lilith is not involved. Many of the ruling Paragons don't even know she's in the city. What Lilith is doing in Delcore is anyone's guess. It was a weird sort of feeling, being back in Terrenus after so many months in Genesaris and Renovatio. For so long she'd been focused on accumulating power. Clawing and climbing her way to the top of the world. To a place where no one could so much as reach to the top of her toes, metaphorically speaking of course. Now, however, she was there. More or less. It didn't matter what continent she was on her what foe stood in her way; she was the peak. In a way she always had been but now she absolutely was. The gauntlet of Zengi. The soul cornerstone. The crown of Asteria. The millions of Paragons bearing her mark. The raw, bottomless well of energy constantly stirring through her very being. She'd reached the goal. Now what? Get rid of my past lives? Perhaps. Easier said than done though, or at least one of the previous Lunar Daughters would have already done it. Instead it was almost like they feared the possibility that she'd break the link. As if they had never even considered doing it. Which was probably true. Lilith was a monster even among monsters. Leaning back she crossed one leg over the other and released a sigh, tapping her index finger on the rim of "her" beer mug. One of the men in the tavern had brought her a drink. If she understood correctly, he was hitting on her. It was almost funny, really. Put a whole new meaning on flirting with death. The large man had taken a seat next to her, not put off even a little by the red gleam of her eyes or the stink of death that stuck to her like bad karma. Probably that she was a vampire. Or some sort of undead. Maybe he even knew she was a necromancer and just didn't particularly care. He certainly didn't know who she was though. What she was and who she was, though intrinsically linked, tended to have much different impacts on people. Still... maybe this was what was next for her? Now that was a funny idea. Even the voices of her past lives chuckled in the depths of her mind. Yeah. Right. "So pretty lady," the man slurred, reaching out to sling a hand around her shoulder. "What can I do you for?" A question. A fucking question. Why did mortals ask so many questions? "You are either an absolute fucking moron," Lilith answer with such venom that the man blinked and nearly physically recoiled, "or your inebriation makes you an extremely horrible judge of character."
  4. Source: https://www.valucre.com/topic/40402-lost-house-of-dali/?do=findComment&comment=725522 For aesthetic purposes; not an inflexible representation
  5. OOC notice (March 3, 2019): This is a hub thread for the base being set up at the Furthest Point, a hill in the middle of the Broken Plains. For now it serves as an interaction point for the players involved in the Furthest Point battle threads, but it will eventually become an open thread for anyone who stops by the fort after it is built. They had survived. The night was deceptively calming, the crackling of the fires driving away the unnatural silence of Yh’mi. Normally, adventurers in Yh’mi would avoid building numerous fires, in case they drew dangerous creatures from far and wide. However, this time round, Yh’mi already knew where they were. Cutting down their own visibility would only make it more difficult to spot enemies. At least the fires would keep the Wispered at bay. Those tiny insects invaded the bodies of unwary travellers, devouring them from the inside out. Under the warm glowing light, the two surviving wagons were being unloaded. The dry rations and first aid materials came off first, then the tents and sleeping bags, the group needing to replenish themselves and rest up before the hostile land made their next move against them. The Order of the White Hand had made sure that each wagon carried a variety of food, medicine and building materials, to maximize their survivability if they got attacked. They had a routine of hoping for the best and planning for the worst. Fidelitas portioned out the food, just barely enough to keep the fighters from going hungry. If they had managed to keep even one more wagon from falling, their resources would not be so tight, and perhaps they could even have stripped the Saevion meat and barbecued that for a satisfying meal. They were all going to suffer for their failure, but he would tolerate no complaints. When the next morning came, they had to start to build the foundations of the base, basic walls and traps to fend off any hostile creatures. The next dispatch of warriors from Inns’th would bring the mercenaries their gold for completing the mission, if they survived till then. The silver lining was that the group had felled one of the most dangerous creatures known in Yh’mi, the Chhitten Magnus. That was telling of the battle prowess of the team that was amassed. By a stroke of luck, the colossal creature’s foul gut spilled a variety of sturdy weapons and armour from previous unfortunate adventurers. Fidelitas himself had picked up a fine spear that had not been too damaged by the Magnus’ acid, and had wrapped it with cloth. It with this package that he now headed towards one of the fires, and took a seat beside a dark knight. “That was impressive fighting,” Fidelitas told Gormaric, while unwrapping the spear and starting to clean it up. “Your blade, can I take a look at it?” The obsidian-coloured sword had stood out among the rest, and it intrigued the paladin. @EpicRome23
  6. NOTICE ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Where the neon lights are as bright as the hope for the future is dim. LOCATIONS DISTRICTS LIST OF DISTRICTS The Core The heart of Martial Town, its most central area, is called the Core. Here is where the Martial Town Government is based, as well as some of the most prominent and most wealthy residents of the city. Crime rate is at an all time low within the Core, at least depending on a particular interpretation of the word "crime". While the Core is quite the opposite of the Peripherals, the outer city limits overrun with organized crime groups, anarchic syndicates and street gangs, the government employs its own full-standing military force to police the city's center. This comes with a price. Crimes against the citizens are still committed. Unsanctioned home invasions. Random street inspections. Abuse of evidence and general abuse. It is all contained enough to minimize the threat of riots, but everyone knows it happens. It is something of an accepted reality. Nonetheless, such actions are largely limited to those residents of the Core who make up the general population of the militarized district, versus it's higher class citizens. One need not be particularly esteemed or rich to live here. Maybe you have a particular trade or skill that almost forced you to be relocated. Often, it is just a matter of behaving well enough to remain, or proving so and heading through the gates from the Buffer. A number of people do so gladly. Given the tradeoff, they would rather live under the eyes of a camera and listen to boots marching the streets, wondering if a knock would come on their door and a soldier would show up, compared to a knock on their door and thief or a murderer showing up who was not kept in check. Additionally, residents of the Core have an opportunity to work their way up to better living standards, including within the ginormous skyscrapers at the heart of the heart itself. While some of these great towers are owned by and dedicated to the government and the most powerful corporations, others are self-sustainable complexes that provide the greatest security, sustenance and seclusion from the rest of the city. Living in the Core really boils down to a matter of preference and permission. As long as the city government allows you to, you are allowed to. As long as you would rather live under the thumb of the government and its military than the MTPD, the corporate paramilitary forces or criminal elements of the Buffer, or worse, the endless gangs, rebel groups and crime groups that overrun the Peripherals, then the Core just might be for you. ZONES LIST OF ZONES GRAFT Center (Genetic Research, Augmentation, Fortification and Transformation) The GRAFT Center is the headquarters of the GRAFT Corporation. "GRAFT" stands for "Genetic Research, Augmentation, Fortification and Transformation", a broad series of terms that cover a broad variety of functions. While GRAFT clinics are spread throughout the city of Martial Town, from the Core to its suburbs, the GRAFT Center contains the most sophisticated and state of the art technology to service its clients. It fulfills a variety of needs for cybernetic limb and organ replacements, and cybernetic enhancements, such as infrared eyesight. However, GRAFT is not limited to just 'technology', as with mechanized or digitized features. The former is its primary identity, but it also supports a full-fledged magical enhancement program; a nice alternative to any technophobes, though the reverse also applies. Additionally, the GRAFT Center, located in the militarized heart of Martial Town, is where the bulk of the corporation's research is spearheaded, among all levels, including both magic and technology. The Purple Penguin Amid the night life of Martial Town, where the streets are lit up by neon dancers merely in the way the advertisement signs blink and flash and glow, The Purple Penguin represents the pinnacle of that night life. Located on the 'border' between the Core, the militarized heart of Martial Town, and the far less policed areas that serve as its outskirts, the nightclub receives a diversity of visitors, from regulars to newcomers looking for a good night out after a hard day's work. Amid its trademark purple lightning that basks the entire building, inside and out, day and night, The Purple Penguin boasts three public floors and a fourth VIP floor that includes management. The floors beneath this one cater to a wide variety of music, with soundproof walls offering additional sections and bars. The Purple Penguin offers more than music and drink, however. It is almost impossible to forget or forgive the drug scene running rampant, though this in turn provides any would be do-gooders with a morally questionable source of intel. The CyberFunk Cafe Located nearer the Core, amid its most lively shopping centers, The CyberFunk Cafe is a cybercafe said to always be filled, but always having an empty seat available. This paradox of a statement is in part due to the ear-splitting arcades located beneath the soundproof floor of the main cafe. On the main floor, guests can enjoy a latte spiked with caffeine to see their eyes through a deep dive into their favorite VR program, or simply a soothing cup of tea while they surf the web on a laptop for a fine leather trenchcoat on sale. Whatever the customer's desire, the cafe itself can probably cater to it, with cakes and scones aplenty. In its own parallel, however, the arcade rooms below ground have a much quicker pace. Down here, gamers of all kinds can sit back and relax, or sit forward in highway-racing tension, as they play video games of all types. Sometimes that may mean looking at a screen from feet, or inches, away. Other times, it may mean plugging a cable into the back of your head and closing your eyes while your mind enters a world like in one of those Sword Art Online games. KAWAAIII!! However, what most people are not aware of is that The CyberFunk Cafe has a third level—one beneath the arcade floor, accessed only by a secret door and express permission. This is where an underground hacker club, called ILLusive, plays a whole different game, one with real stakes, and real thrills. Pal's Guard Pal's Guard, obviously a play on "Palgard", is not at all anyone's idea of a playful bar. This drinking establishment is owned by the well established Vilad Circle, one of Martial Town's most ruthless and powerful organized crime groups. Headed by the elven Vilad Family rumored to hail from Palgard since around its inception, the Vilad Circle, as the overall crime syndicate, has since employed other species of all kinds to do its bidding and dirty work. Thieves, assassins, hackers, black market merchants, drug dealers, prostitutes and other colorful careerists come here already under the Vilad Circle's ring or as fresh folk looking for a new career path. Whatever the case, whatever the face, the Vilad Family usually doesn't care who, how or why. They are only concerned with profit and power, two paramount aspects that are inseparable as far as they believe. However, probably not a good idea to come to Pal's Guard for a beer and nothing else. There are nicer, friendlier, cleaner bars out there. Enter at your own risk, and remember where the nearest GRAFT clinic is! MTPD Headquarters (Martial Town Police Department) Where the Core of Martial Town is chiefly policed by the government's military force, along with the private military companies of certain corporations, it falls to the Martial Town Police Department (MTPD) to keep the greater extent of the city in check. As with many things in life, however, that is a task that is easier to write than to carry out. Only the bravest, finest and most able and capable souls sign up for the MTPD, or else those with a death wish, a low IQ or a streak of psychopathy as they seek to abuse the badge and beat the victims being repressed by it. Meanwhile, the farthest suburbs of the city would be hard pressed to find an officer on patrol, unless they're really just strolling toward some crime lord so that they can receive their bribe money. There are, though, those who firmly believe in the badge and what it represents. Then there are those hired by the badge, bounty hunters and private detectives, because, when it comes to Martial Town, the MTPD needs all the help that it can get.
  7. The City of Ebony-Yahera, Athentha It was a Wednesday, mid afternoon in the small city of Ebony-Yahera. The city bustled with life, business going on as usual as the citizens carried on their lives despite the fact of war breaking out among the islands. But that's another problem for another day. This tale is about gathering back a dangerous artifact made by the house of Sakimura itself. The Otherworld Sword and Shield. Though there were about six or seven, this one had bern abandoned in the underdepths of Ebony-Yahera. The demoness, Liú had wanted this set to help her battle the cult that seemed to rise above the lands of Athentha and Talia. She wanted to destroy the cult. Not allowing it to flourish. Walking down the cobblestone street, she watched the townsfolk run here and there. Some carrying the day's grocery runs, others carrying the errands of the day. Children playing child games of tag and hide and seek. It made her sadly smile. These people would never get to be at peace. Not if the islands lost their heroes. Her, Sayndar, Atlas... even Rheumial and Garnet. Yes, the stubborn first seed. His organization was less dangerous than the black heart mirror organization. She sighed as the rain lightly fell. Liú knew the dangers of getting a weapon tied to the family of the monster known as the Dark Winged Beast. Yet, she grabbed ahold of her courage, and ventured to the end of the street. A sign sat there written with Ebony-Yahera underdepths 12mi, east. Absolon 40mi west. It was the beginning of things, that she would brave the Underdepths to try and bring a better tomorrow for Athentha's citizens. With a lift of her right foot, she walked down the right side of the sign, to the east, to the underdepths. Liú knew it wouldn't be easy, it was Athentha. And it housed temptations to keep you from your goal. I hope I'm strong enough... Liú thought as she walked.
  8. Owner: Dali estate Business manager: Merida Spidervalley Context The Dali vineyard has been in the family for centuries and, from historical record, was often used as a private vacation home for various bloodline members of the house. It was forgotten and neglected for a time, but recently discovered by Ampelos Spiderwalker, renovated for new enterprise, and outfitted with a stock of genetically modified, fast-growing grape vines, which have come about as a result of collaboration between Dali transmutation guildmembers and the botanists of Floracle. Dali makes expert use of the volcanic ash settled all across Biazo Isle to bring a unique and bold flavor to their wines which cannot be replicated outside of the Isle without considerable cost. Purpose Although once for the exclusive use of Dali members, Ampelos has put the vineyard in the hands of Merida Spidervalley (cousin; member of the transmutation guild; junior associate on the aforementioned botanical project), who yields executive management power in all things relating to the vineyard. She has been given a charter to see the vineyard turned into public vacation hotspot and its wines sold commercially across the nation. Although the exact details remain a mystery, the Dali estate has announced its working on expanding its transgenic manipulation method to food crops. If they can get yields to anticipated levels, they will ship 10% of their food product to Aspyn to help feed the refugees. Products Una Estoria: Dali-Floracle Syrah wine. Certain vintages now available in major retailers; special vintages available only on premise Book|Ends scones Floracle herbal teas
  9. Being a Gilchrist was not an easy task. Ferghas knew first hand of all his father's and grandfather's deeds. How his family fought in the early wars, serving the Demon King and all that glory junk. However, Ferghas wondered about his brother Alastair. He disappeared during the undercover study of the Black Heart Mirror Organization. Ferghas sighed as he had acquired his new position in the knights. They made him a knight commander of the Plutonium knights. And he was stationed at the base in Serphus Aluminium. And he was now tasked with finding the last location of the cult, the black heart mirror cult that was written off dead. And he heard rumors of it being revived. And he grumbled standing up from the small castle like base. A young vampire named Rhamados-Ashulur stood beside him. She was a good soldier to be his second in command, a good foil to him. And another chance to not mess things up, like he did with Yuma. Which still loomed over him. Rhama tilted her head as she looked at Ferghas not liking the new assignment. Black Heart Mirror artifacts were not something to merely trifle with. And you had to be careful not to be cursed. "Rhama, you sure about wanting to come? It's a long distance to the Azura-Dawn temple. And with your other business attending--" "It's fine. Father knows that business with house Ja'Guthra will be my top priority. But I want to help locate the artifact and make sure its safely retrieved." Rhama replied as she looked at Ferghas not liking the new assignment and she was wanting to get this over with quickly. Ferghas nodded as they walked down the cobblestone steps. They would be walking to the small fishing city of Hydra to get a carriage to Serphus Aluminium and begin their assignment. It was a long silent walk. Well it would have been if Rhama wasn't there. She knew Ferghas's lineage, of his father. How being a Gilchrist meant not failing. Yet, he had failed his last mission. Failed saving a key that was needed. Does it bother you that you couldn't save Yuma? I mean, we have something better in place." Rhama asked as they walked. Ferghas eyed her softly. "As tragic as it was, I'm sorry it happened." "It's complicated." Came the gruff voice of the knight. "I could have done better to be honest. I just didn't think Yuma would fall. What do you mean? You're saying the girl wasn't important?" Rhama said norhing for a moment. His eyes bearing down upon her didn't help either. But it was weird he didn't know what plan of action was taken. Plus now their assignment of finding the cult and Ferghas's missing brother added to the list of annoyances.
  10. 3, January 1678AY Ebony-Azura, Hub of Ebony-Yahera, Athentha Wednesday, Midday Esben sighed as she stood there. It seemed that the artifacts of the Black Heart Mirror were being uncovered so fast. And no one knew what they could truly do. The Black Heart Mirror Organization hadn't been seen in five decades. Yet the rumors she heard didn't make it easy. Looking down at the bounty paper, she saw the picture of a familiar face. Her own brother, Esben Eden. She sighed so softly. When would she be rid of this nusiance in her life? When would she have Marquis imprison this stain upon her life? Esben was a disgrace to her family, taking after their own father. Yet she felt that finding at least one artifact could let her have the lead against him. Esben hoped. Hoped that her twin brother had no idea she was back here in Ebony-Azura to find the Black Heart Mirror Sword and Shield. She worried that the organization was growing. Swallowing pitiful souls to make their true mirror selves. In truth it scared her. Walking down the path, Esben Djinn kept quiet as she didn't want to have his spies find her. She didn't want to alert the ones on his side. Not until she found the artifact. In truth, Esben scared her. He was exactly like their father in every way and shape. This beginning didn't bode well for Esben at all.
  11. WELCOME TO THE REVERIE BALL! On the night of December 25th the castle of Andelusia opens its doors to all citizens of Valucre, far and wide, to come mingle and dance! The floor of the castle and the courtyard outside are all available for public usage. In all rooms there is music playing, each room playing a different song. Perhaps even a different type of music. Spectacular food is served in every room, though the Dining Room is where the most magnificent food rests. From snacks to full meals, everything someone would want lays upon the table. Despite the main food on the table is from Ursa Madeum and Taen, the side food comes from throughout Valucre. Those who participated in the ANT conferences would recognize the castle. However, this time, every room was decked in blue and green decorations. At least one unlit cauldron had been put in each room, some surrounded by wrapped presents without labels. The same day an announcement was sent out to the public and to those allied with Taen Empire. It stated that starting from the 25th of December, the Taen Empire would no longer be referred to as the Taen Empire. As of now, the Empire is switching to the name Veluriyam Empire. Although not known to the public, those with connections in Veluriyam Empire might discover the Veluriyam is a Mork'Outh word for Open Sky. Within the hour of opening the castle filled. Emperor Titus stands in the Sun Room, a glass of wine in his hands as he leans against the wall while he speaks to some Renovation dignitaries. The Ballroom is where Princess Teresa finds herself, dancing with one of her guards but keeping an eye out for someone not on her father's payroll. Someone not lame. Green means open; red means closed. @Tyler @Eternity @supernal @KittyvonCupcake @notmuch_23 @vielle @LikelyMissFortune @danzilla3 @Sleepy Seal @Grubbistch @Alexei @Witches Brew @Praetorian
  12. This is the Mil Dot Lunaris: a firearm store that the kind of items that Americans could only dream of, and ammunition types most people don't even think are possible. Outside, there is a switchback staircase in the front leading up to the front covered porch, which continues to the left and right sides beyond the trees. Wooden tables and chairs provide places for people to sit and eat. The front wall is mostly wood-framed windows, surrounded by profiled trim and cedar shakes. Suspended rope walkways also connect to the porch at different places.The windows themselves are triple-pane ballistic polycarbonate, three inches combined, with argon pockets. There is a ramp to a freight elevator on the loading dock for people who can't or won't ascend the stairs, as well as deliveries. A large sign stands on the front roof, with the Mil Dot logo (and name) laid in very white oak with dark ebony. The inside has two areas; the public area, and the private area. The public area takes up 70% of the volume and reaches through the supports all the way up to the underside of the roof decking. The back roof has the same windows as the front wall, and the same density. During most days, the only light needed is in the cases. All of the walls have cedar paneling, all of the lights are warm white LEDs connected to a direct current system, and rock maple covers the floor of the store portion. The eatery is separated only by the line where the maple flooring meets the yellow cedar. The same wooden furniture sits in this area that sits outside, and a wall from floor to ceiling separates the public and private sections. The freight elevator opens up from the "private" area on this wall in a way that does not allow the public free access. Restrooms flank the elevator shaft. The cases that line the back and left sides are heavy, with teak-covered metal frames holding heavy ballistic polycarbonate panes. Rifle racks and heavy cabinets sit behind them, with register terminals between banks of cases. Sharp-eyed observers may even notice the ample tinted camera domes, the Browning M2 and Mark 19 emplacements and firing slots up on the walls and roof sections. The private area is just for people who work here, which includes the kitchen, storage areas, office, utility spaces, and where Thurgood and Aveline live. The only coatings applied to any of the wooden surfaces, inside or out, are clear varnishes and resins, all designed to show the wood's natural beauty. Overall the structure is actually stronger than the trees supporting it. Inside the non-window walls is not just insulation and wiring, but heavy ballistic fiberglass and polycarbonate panels that combined can stop a .50 BMG full-metal jacket round. There is a full inside-outside water deluge system and chemical foam nozzles for fire supression (as well as flame-retardant varnishes and resins), large-scale greensand and DE filters and UV disenfection for water with two cisterns in the "private" area of the roof underside. A 10,000-gallon septic system with integrated grease trap remove waste from drainwater before returning it to the jungle. 80 individual 100-watt solar panels stick above the canopy to charge forklift cells in the utility area (that has ventilation to prevent hydrogen buildup). The forklift cells then power everything else either directly, or through a three-phase pure sine inverter. The Mil Dot accepts lots of different currencies, but the most prominent is this metal exchange: 1 oz of Tin = .25 USD 1 oz of Copper = 2 USD 1 oz of Silver = 10 USD 1 oz of Gold = 50 USD 1 oz of Platinum = 100 USD 1 oz of Rhodium = 500 USD. These do not reflect prices in the real OOC world. Now with Out Of Cartridges (OOC) thread!
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