Multiple Settings BoN Act 3: Modern Age

[Wew the Polymath]

CSRA
Scarlet felt the adrenaline rush as her friend was peppered with bullets by a CSRA consecrator. He dropped to the ground with a meaty thud, and Scarlet yelped in fear and ran faster, searching for cover. She could hear the consecrator reloading his battle rifle, the mechanical clicks a grim reminder of her dwindling time. The maw of a dark warehouse faced Scarlet and offered refuge from the soldiers. She sprinted in and ran behind some barrels. Her hands fumbled for her holstered pistol- an ornate elven piece gifted to her by an emissary of the World Tree. With a click, she dropped the magazine and checked if she had ammo left. Three rounds smiled back at her, plus one in the chamber.

This was such a stupid idea she cursed to herself. Perhaps surrender was the best option. Her compatriots were bleeding out on the concrete, and she didn’t stand much of a chance against a squad of consecrators. Those fuckers probably had thermal sights anyways, the darkness would offer no respite.

Movement resounded from the factory floor around her. Time was up. Scarlet’s mind raced with contemplation. Should she try and take one of the goons with her? Blow her brains out? Or was her life worth rotting in the concrete cell of a state terrorist?

With shaking hands, she pressed the warm barrel to the underside of her jaw. The faint smell of carbon and gun lube wafted into her face. She tried pulling the trigger, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She cursed herself once again and looked around like a panicked animal. She could hear the voices of the consecrators talking to one another, discussing potential hiding spots.

She rummaged in her bag and pulled out the object of the heist- a small piece of elkhorn. It faintly pulsed with a green energy, and almost felt as though it was moving in her hand. Part of her wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it. Five of her friends dead over such a stupid little thing. Her now-dead boyfriend claimed it was some kind of mythical artifact from a dead god.

A hail of gunfire pulled her out of her train of thought. Scarlet curled up into a ball, ready to die. To her surprise, every single shot missed. She glanced up at the barrels and saw a perfect outline of her body traced around her. Were the consecrators toying with her? Another deafening salvo of gunfire barked through the dilapidated warehouse. This time, the shots were more deliberate. Small chunks of concrete peppered Scarlet’s face as bullets ricocheted off the ground. Again, every single shot missed.

On the other side of the barrels, a squad of four consecrators stood perplexed by the situation. “We’re dealing with something anomalous,” said the Praetor to his subordinates. “Keep this bitch pinned down and I’ll radio a magus.”

Gallant Rovan turned to his Praetor with a worried look on his face. “They breached the vault, sir. I think she’s the carrier of the horn. M-makes sense right? Last one standing?”

The Praetor’s first instinct was to laugh at this suggestion. Fae artifacts didn’t tend to function for humans- in fact it was basically unheard of. But this situation was strange, so he opted to take the suggestion seriously. He strained his ears and heard shuffling coming from outside. Wordlessly, he grabbed his datapad to check the vitals of the other squads in the area. Nothing. All dead. The Praetor’s eyes went wide and chills ran down his spine. The other men glanced nervously at one another, noting the Praetor's change in demeanor. He gave the hand sign for the squad to lower their weapons and spoke in a low tone so the girl couldn’t hear.

“Alright so here is what we’re going to do,” he said in a confident manner, as though he’d been through this situation a million times. “The other squads got knocked off somehow and our weapons are now worthless. We should sneak out the back and radio for help.”

“Why didn’t we have a plan for this?” Gallant Rovan hissed. “Why didn’t we have people who could handle magic posted here?”

The Paretor looked apprehensively at the dancing shadows from outside. “We’re supposed to be able to deal with magic. I don’t think the boys up top realized how powerful this artifact was. Coulda fooled me too. I thought it was just a hunk of horn that makes you win at cards.”

To be continued...


ACTIONS
- use all my actions recruit more consecrators because im big scary military man :3

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Gecliko​

the answer to the question presented to them was simple one technology could always be rediscovered by not lives the old vaults power was diverted to bringing forth those geckliko from stasis and allowing them to once again serve the legion whatever tech dead and buried could be recovered another time but these lives where more important for both them as a whole and moral they where not the last around with time they could dig out all the vault and reunite all the legions

upgrade base camp level 4
upgrade base camp level 4
upgrade base camp level 4

settlement	structures
base camp lv3	- radar array: +1/0 against enemies while fighting in their Capital Tile - processing plant: eco-building trade depot: mechanical processing plant: allows an additional keyword on templates
forward operations lv2	Memorial: Decreases the chances of units or settlements rebelling should Order or Happiness drop below 0

units being constructed

military

1X gunner -2X Grimold -1xranger --------------------------------------------------------------------- civilian 2x processing plant mechanicals --------------------------------------------------------------------- Hero unit: Chaos Squad HP 4 Movement 1 Attack 3 Offense 3 Defense 3 (Guerrillas)(Heavy)(Robust)Arcturus Hero HP 4 Attack 3 Movement 1 Offense 4 Defense 2 (Robust)(Meatshield)(Massive Frame- Should this unit be destroyed, it instead has its maximum HP reduced by 1. This can only be done as long as the HP does not hit 0 when doing so) Mondo The Extra Small Gecklicko Hero HP 3 Movement 3 Attack 3 Offense 1 Defense 4 (Light)(Hatred- Vehicles)(Tiny- If attacked by any other unit other than a Hero, they must be enemy must succeed on a second roll to hit)

current	income	expenses	upkeep	turn final
88	120	-60	-27	121

 

[LadyOfStars]

The World Tree
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The disappearances occurring in the western city of Gondolin were now a top priority of the elven king now that the troubles of Amnonicus were being put far from thought. With Ellario’s permission the Sea Elves were given authority to do whatever it took to uncover the mystery.Averual, First Mate of the Admiral’s fleet was put in charge of the task force responsible for finding their missing people and the culprit. “We will commit ourselves to discovering the truth and with the help of our allies in the International Union and expertise of the ocean, we will prevail over this unseen threat.” Averual declared.

In the capital, politics were the hot topic in every household and in every garden. The Wardens had gathered at the King’s request with Lady Gihu’nan participating through video call while still away and marching home. The discussion was heated as insults and slurs were thrown about by everyone present and even threats made their way onto the table. Hours were spent bickering and deliberating until finally the Wardens agreed to the King’s proposal. “We can no longer ignore the outside world and we cannot move forward with it without fully understanding those who inhabit it. The World Tree will always be our focus, but we must give some energy to coexisting with our neighbors and learning to understand them. From this day forth we shall be the Elven Empire. The great tree’s place is not in politics, it has its role to play and I now understand mine more clearly. You will each be given your own territory to govern and be permitted to act with limited autonomy, even interacting with the mortal races if you so choose. Our differences are what will protect that World Tree and by this change we will permit our people to grow.” When done, the King dismissed his Wardens.

Actions

Paid Actions:

Investigate disappearances in coastal city

Construct Barrier Stone in Halamshiral

Enact Policy: The Elven Empire

Free Actions

Army 6 moves to Halamshiral and joins Army 1

Army 5 moves North 1 Tile

Treasury

Reserves	Income	Expenses	Next Turn
84	60 (Cities) 20 (Tribute)	33 (Upkeep) 50 (Construction)

Military

Armies	Locations/Actions
Crawler (Ranged)	Overwatch in Halamshiral
Crawler (Ranged)	Overwatch in Gondolin
Wyrwood x1	Overwatch in Talsyn
World Gardener x1	Terraforming
Exemplar Sentinels x4	Teleporting to Dexerus
Exemplar Sentinels x2	Moves to Capital

Infrastructure

Cities	Buildings	Effects	Happiness	Order
Halamshiral Lvl 2 (2/5 Building Slots)
	Radio Jammer	Against the Empire of Hate has been built and gives a roll of an 8+ as a defense against their own faction being taken in by the dangerous levels of hypnosis and hype that can convert others to their cause.
	Quartermaster’s Office	Five units stationed within the city will have upkeep waived.
Talsyn Lvl 1 (2/5 Building Slots)	Quartermaster’s Office	Five units stationed within the city will have upkeep waived.
	Barracks	Able to train an additional troop for every troop training action that is taken
Gondolin Lvl 1 (0/5 Building Slots)

Items

Name	Description	Character
Purple Wand	Vibrates	None

 

[Trektek]

BoN Act 3: Modern Age


The War was over. Amonicus was fallen, its people captured, its armies destroyed by the combined forces of The Fafrium Empire, The Eternal Legion and the support of the ETO.

It wasn’t common knowledge what happened to the prisoners of war, but rumors ran amok that they ended up in CRSA Blacksites. At least on message boards within the DEEP NET. Of course, nothing could be confirmed in the slightest. And that was just the way it should be.

The strange and alien creatures of the Amonicus would be a major note in history, resulting in a major war that almost ignited a much worse catastrophic fight between two world blocks of power.

But another war continues to be fought in the West between the Empire of Hate and The Galmorean Empire with members of both the IU and the ETO moving to engage for the benefit of the rest of the world. But would it be for the increase of power within their own Power Block? Or merely just to help safeguard one of the oldest powers remaining in the world?

And does the ETO have their eyes set on The World Tree, now renamed The Elven Empire, next?

Will peace reign? Or will wars continue to raise its ugly head with conflict?

Turn 11, Month 12, Spring, Year 2301

Rangnar Republic


The Cult of Excess was a powerful foe, even in some ways more terrifying than when they had been the previous enemy of the Ragnar Republic. Their flagrant excesses extended to the way that they now tolerated pain on an unprecedented scale.

But that could only sustain a man for so long in the face of unrelenting firepower. Even after wave and wave of volleys fell from the sky, The Monster of The Cult of Excess stood, almost mocking them.

It was at this point that it managed to charge the enemy lines, causing death by trampling, ripping soldiers to pieces and some even being eaten before it was brought down by a massive Battle Fortress which rained down large amounts of heavy fire before it finally collapsed in a heap of bloody mess.

All that remained was the small army that guarded the home of The Cult of Excess now that its Vanguard of Defenders were wiped out…..



Empire of Hate


The Galmorian Empire finally fell as its last Queensguard managed to be brought down after another month of the fighting. It managed to bring down the remaining Spectres that had been in the fight on its way out.

It had taken GREAT effort of motivation from Fargus. But it was accomplished at last. Another nation brought into the fold to become free as part of the Empire of Hate.

But now, the capital of an Ancient Empire was finally theirs. All that remained was to track down the leader of Empire who seemed to have disappeared during the conflict along with a handful of loyal retainers.

But now that the fighting overseas was dealt with, they could deal with the attacks on the homefront from the Sunset Kingdom who were already launching airstrikes from an aircraft carrier off the coast on the homeland as well as directly assaulting the capital with long range firepower.

It seems that it would be difficult for the Empire of Hate to truly sustain Peace with such aggressive neighbors.

But at least it gave them plenty of targets to HATE.


Followers of Hel’Copin



The S.S. Sireneensis was filled with various construction and anomalous facilities to help improve the lot and life of the Followers.

But as advanced as they had been in the waters, there was something more out there. Someone more advanced. But were they Friendly? Or were they sinister in their intent?

It came out of nowhere as a large underwater vessel of strange long and cylindrical design came from the deep depths and contacted the capital.

They introduced themselves as The Scholari League, the true successors of Coghaven. They offered advanced genetics research in exchange for their assistance in securing the seas against those who dwell upon the land.

If the offer was rejected, they said that The Followers would not see them again.

The Sunset Kingdom



The Sunset Kingdom made good on their promise to intervene should the fighting not stop in the Galmorian Empire. With the Empire of Hate taking the capital of the Old Empire, they launched their own strikes on the Capital of the Empire of HATE.

It seemed only fitting to strike them hard and fast, especially while some of their army was away overseas. A sea that The Sunset Kingdom was already in the process of fully controlling. At least upon the surface.

The strikes were already hitting the White City hard. But no matter how hard it was hit, without boots on the ground, they’d never be able to take the city.

That would have to be the next step.

The Autonomous Collective of Melka



The massive army of Melka made its incredible and speedy march up to the North. The world at large was surprised by not just the quickness that they had moved, but also that they were coming to intervene in the conflict with the Empire of Hate.

A bear that had been poked was claimed as the cause of the action. The member of the IU was spurred into action by the actions of The Sunset Kingdom, a member of the ETO.

But with its massive army, they could take the White City should they not be stopped before its pearly gates. Though without the Kingdom having any boots on the ground, its actions would have to be of the long range variety.

Would they risk open warfare between the two Power Blocks in the attempted acquisition of the White City?

Magistrati


Their projects into a space based network of satellites and and orbital fortress would be completed in a much shorter time frame then originally supposed due to the assembly of parts in the various enclaves that were situated across the globe.

They would be a force to be reckoned with. But not the only force, of course.

Their enclave also gave information as to the other matter that was being investigated. A group calling themselves the Scolari League and announced themselves as the true successors of Coghaven had emerged from the deep depths and contacted the Followers of Heli’Copin. Informants had discussed that they offered advanced genetics research in exchange for assistance in securing the seas against the land dwellers.

They must be the ones responsible for the disappearances around the globe.

The Consecrated Socialist Republic of Arrana


The army continues to grow and grow as the CRSA gains the largest army in the world. As the World Tree, now the Elven Empire seems to be strengthening its borders, it seems that the CRSA is doing the same.

In the aftermath of the war with Amonicus, it seems that any survivors of those people that did not escape into the unknown, managed to find their way to CRSA Blacksites to be experimented on in horrible ways as was all those that were deemed enemies of the CRSA people.

With the growing animosity of the CRSA and the Elven Empire over their role in attempting to shield Amonicus from their fate, would it be a matter of time until their two forces collide? Whether they are both given the support of their Power Blocks or not.

6th Legion



Base Camp continued to grow and spread further and wider than ever before, attracting the attention of more and more Gecklickos to their cause. Their ranks swelled with new recruits and those that had great pride in their homeland and people.

The memorial was frequented by many, adding to the care that was shown by the government.


The Elven Empire


The now Elven Empire has sprung into existence. The elven people were overjoyed, but some members of the ETO were not only not impressed, but also outright offended by their original stance on attacking a new member of the ETO, The Fafrium Empire, in defense of the Amonicus who were deemed the aggressors in the battle.

With the buildup of forces in the Elven Empire, their seemed to be a large buildup of their neighbor in the CRSA as well. Was this just part of a normal military buildup? Or was it to be a vanguard against the World Tree?

What mattered more to the Elven Empire was that now each of their leaders were given new governances.​

 

[CaptainSully]

The Ragnar RepublicA nation bound for the stars...or death...​

With the local threats to Ragnar dealt with, peace once again reigned over that part of the world. Amnonicus mightiest had fallen to the power of the earthshaker, reduced to nothingness by their awesome power. Elsewhere, the greater demon worshiped by the Cult of Excess was finally defeated as Judge Rutger unleashed the might of his cerebrum weaponry. The demon's head exploded in a fountain of gore and with it the hopes of the Cult of Excess.

Peace could not be allowed to give way to complacency and so the Ragnar pushed forward with the development of the Hydra. War efforts had meant that it had remained in the development phase for several months longer than intended, yet this only helped to identify a more focused operational focus for the project.

While the Magistrati had begun their own projects in space, rumours of a defensive fortification and observation network, for Ragnar they would go much further. Entire newly built city sectors of Koenig were initially devoted to launching satellites before becoming launch pads for military vessels. It would not take long for the satellites of Ragnar to fill the sky, a combination of both observational military and civilian providing a lot of use for the people. However, it was the expedient creation of Project Hydra that began to raise eyebrows across the world and draw attention.

A large military space station, Project Hydra provided an orbital launching platform for weapons and armies alike. Armed with numerous batteries of heavy weapons and defensive batteries, Project Hydra could lay waste to targets both on the planet below and in orbit. In addition, the development of orbital drop pods meant that the armies of Ragnar could deploy to any corner of the world. Rapid reaction forces had never been so true to their name. Yet, while these functions of Project Hydra were impressive in their own right, it was the unknown secret of the project that gave it true power. The station was only the showpiece of the project, the truth of it was that it was not even necessary.

The truth of Project Hydra was hidden in the thousands of satellites that had been launched into orbit. Each contained a warhead capable of devastating cities, whether nuclear or chemical in origin, they could be sent hurtling to the ground below to unleash death on unfortunate victims. Even their allies in the ETO were unaware of the true purpose of the satellites.

Ragnar wanted to ensure their own safety and each satellite sent a signal that needed to receive a response from a console within Koenig. If this response was ever not received then it would assume that Koenig had fallen and as a result each satellite would impact the planet with its payload, reducing it to an uninhabitable rock floating through space. This signal also worked the other way, if a satellite's signal was ever not received or overdue, it would raise an immediate alarm. Autarch Victor Ulbricht did not want this course of action to ever take place but they had to be prepared for every eventuality.

The final part of Project Hydra was the development of interstellar travel. The creation of cryostasis meant that people could be frozen for centuries without aging, allowing them to traverse the cosmos. Numerous of these ships were launched to ensure the long term survivability of the Ragnar, sent out into space to colonise distant worlds. Some were lost while others had varying degrees of success colonising lands. Regardless, the Ragnar were now a galactic nation.

The Ragnar wanted peace, it is all they ever wanted, but the trauma from years ago still haunted them. Projection of military might was the only way they could perceive it coming to pass, yet the build up of such military might often have others the opposite impression, regardless of intention. Even so, the Ragnar would stick to their word, defending their allies and protecting their home while avoiding wars of offensive means. What would happen in the future was down to the fates to decide, but if Ragnar was not going to be part of it…nobody would.


The Ragnar were fun to play and if it wasn't for balancing reasons, this plan would have already come to fruition. Although it wouldn't have been fair having this in place turn five...obviously.

They're a hardworking and honest people but they are greatly flawed, wanting to avoid a repeat of the life eater virus. Their survival is paramount and it will come at all costs.

So that's it, thank you to everyone who took part and made it enjoyable. Also thank you to the other Council guys for helping the game run. Roll on the Stone Age.

 

[Crocodile]

Magistrati
Magi of the Stars​

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The Magistrati installations would be completed shortly and the launches would commence. The Ragnar Republic had beaten them to space, but it did not matter. Any satellite entering Atlas Station territory would be destroyed, hacked or otherwise sabotaged and de-orbited above Magistrata. They had little care if the same was done to their own over nations like Ragnar whom they had little expectation of recovering data or archives from.

The deeper truth was the Magistrati had given up on this world and its peoples. The wars and expansionism hinted at darker times. The militarization of space by Ragnar, which they had internally predicted, had only made them feel confirmed in their efforts to fully push ahead on Project Astronomicon. The true debate had been on if they should bother in the development of a orbital weapon to try to facilitate bringing about peace. The Colleges voted against this after days of debate as the Praetor weighed all options.

The revelation of the Elven Empire no longer surprised them. More expansionism veiled in Elven xenophobia. A depressing outcome. They would remain silent on their true intent as they attempted to hold the IU together and fend off war with the ETO. Moving so far as to remove the Elven Empire from the IU if need be to let the ETO have their bloodbath if they so craved it. All of it to buy time.

Few nations save Ragnar would understand fully why Magistrata would slip on into the ocean and lock itself permanently into the position of a major equatorial zone. All of it to facilitate space operations and potentially a space elevator to accelerate their space work more.

More launches would come from the Astral Sea Facilities. Project Astronomicon would become the sole purpose of the Magistrati. Planar scouting and orbital research would build up towards the endgame of the powerful city-state leaving the planet. All the while as they prepared for this, the Magistrati would build up their Archives through asking for the works and knowledge of others. Where it was not freely traded, their elite network of operatives would take it. Reparations paid if discovered but otherwise, their rapid cataloging of the peoples of the world would keep the Colleges busy who weren't directly focused on the completion of the true goal of Project Astronomicon.

They found it annoying to face the reality of harassment by the Ragnar beyond this world but simply remained silent and focused upon their work even as the College of War began planning for such issues. The Ragnar and the others could have this world. They would leave it to them and their Scolari League kin. They would attempt some outreach to them, but in the end, it wasn't really important. The Scolari were likely the kidnappers of all those innocents. Their time would come or this world would annihilate itself somehow with all the saber rattlers.

All that was left, was for Magistrata to take to the stars. Their Enclaves active one day and dead silent the next come the day of departure. Each Enclave left fully functional for their partners to pillage with a letter thanking those who had been their allies, but informing them they had elected to depart the planet. This world was not theirs, but the knowledge must be preserved perhaps beyond this era for others. They wished this world luck and peace, even as they expressed doubts about the latter.

To the stars and a brighter future...​

 

[LadyOfStars]

The Elven Empire

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With the changes occurring under the boughs of the World Tree, the newly appointed Emperor oversaw the growth of infrastructure as his Wardens, some newly appointed as well, looked outward for growth.

Under the the leadership of Warden Aurum, the Sun Elves reached out to the world with technology old and new. Their Queen revisited old friends and nations whom her people had been partners with in the past. They were returning to their friendly nature and looking to experience the parts of the world they had not seen in centuries beyond counting.

The passing of Lady Gihu'nan marked the death of one of the oldest living elves and with her passing, a trove of knowledge returned to the Great Tree. But the Wood Elves were strong and in their late leader's place rose a new Queen. Her primary goal was the defense of the World Tree and the Elven Emperor. She followed in her predecessor's footsteps and would raise a mighty army combining nature, elves, and technology. The Standing army of the empire would never leave the forests again under her watch, but they would be ready for anything.

Once an Admiral, now a King, Tial and his fleet set sail to the open seas once more and in doing so they bridged the gap between the elves and other seafaring nations. Their exploration efforts were focused on locating relics of their old kingdom and keeping track of the demon threat. Averual, once the First Mate is rising officer in the empire's navy and the Sea Elves thrive once more on the ocean.

Ravennar, now officially recognized as Queen of the Moon Elves, settled her people in the mountains to the east of the World Tree. There she and her archmages worked tirelessly to produce a barrier spell that would defend the World Tree. But from their mountain perch the Moon Elves continue to scheme and plot ways to advance their magical prowess.

Emperor Ellario, aided by Lucian his Ambassador to the mortal races, began his mission of world peace in earnest. He resigned from the International Union as he always intended to. The coalition, while full of well-meaning members, was only meant to assist in putting an end to certain threats, but the inactivity of its members proved to be its greatest weakness. Much of his attention went to building bridges with foreign powers. While the elves would not be leaving their forests for expansion purposes, Ellario wanted to be able to lend aide to the world and the people who inhabited it without incident and that meant knowing the people.

The Elven Empire would continue to work together, adhering to the Emperor's wish to propagate peace and destroy demonkind.​

Trektek ​

 

[LucasGhost]

LOG# A012

LOG OF: THE FOLLOWERS OF HEL'COPIN
POSITION: UNKNOWN
DATE: XXX DAYS SINCE THE SINKING OF THE S.S. DAVISII

LOG START...

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The Scholari League had the attention the Inner Circle, but more importantly, they held the attention of the head researcher, Heitris. Though initial contact was struck with the S.S. Davisii, it was the S.S. Sireneensis that took up the conversation, as Hel’copin covered the research station in an aura to keep prying ears at bay. It was demanded that those who had gone missing in the waters surrounding the Follower’s ships be returned in one piece, and in exchange an agreement would be struck between the Followers of Hel’copin, the Scholari League, and the Kingdom of Agua. One of equal benefit and protection against those on land. While harsh against those who had showed them kindness, or pity, on land, Heitris could not let go of the chance to keep Venir alive with their research, and to extend the lives of the other Followers as well.

The S.S. Sireneesis had a skeleton crew to begin with, and the Shiver was quickly dismissed. Except for, that is, Elza. She was the only other person privy to the exact nature of working with the Scholari, and headed the project that would keep it that way. Drones once used to find the cause of their missing people were repurposed to keep all activity far away from the research station. And when technology failed, a wereshark in the waters proved to be more than efficient. Hel’copin, for one, seemed pleased, as even when an increase of offerings began aboard the station to speed up the destruction of the island, the aura would not recede from over the S.S. Sireneesis. As the ship expanded rapidly, the research that the Scholari provided was put to quick use.

Venir made a full recovery, much to the joy of the Inner Circle, and picked up where he left off, as the heart of the Davisii. He maintained the act of a doddering old man in the presence of the IU, mostly to maintain the notion that the Followers were not a threat, though he was sharper than he had ever been before in the aftermath of his recovery. As tensions mounted, it was clear to him that the Followers should not be long for this world, lest they be forced to witness the destructions of a second world by the acts of mortal hands. As such, he focused on placating the IU and the world at large until their plans were complete, and Hel’copin returned for them.

Pressure from those who looked towards the ocean with greed spurred precautions from the Followers. As well as, of course, the threat of demons as brought to their attention by the Elven Empire. In order to protect themselves and their new allies, Whelan was entrusted with overseeing construction of their armies. Months of hard work was able to be displayed in an instant, as impressive vehicles were finally constructed en mass aboard the S.S. Davisii to protect their ocean without suffering the loss of life of their people. If their oceans were invaded by those that walked upon land, they would find the sea teeming with mechanical life, and the Davisii impossible to approach lest they become swarmed by the gigantic mechanical monstrosities.

[I.S.I.N.A.P.S. UNITS FROM LEFT TO RIGHT: UNIT#2-X, UNIT#SC, UNIT#RE]
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As the Call of the Leviathan resumed with the last of the volcanic island falling into the sea, the Followers received instructions from their god to make preparations to leave once again. As tensions neared a breaking point on land, Agua and the Scholari were given everything they desired as the Followers silently made their ships mobile. The process was quicker than before, the Followers had never intended to stay after all, and leaving their home world almost served as a trial run to leaving this one. As a last request before the onset of the storm, delivered to the Scholari from Heitris, the last of his I.S.I.N.A.P.S. units at his personal disposal were gifted to them with the wish that they give CLS, the polluters of the sea and shadow of all that was vile from their home, hell for killing their first Scouts. Then, the storm broke.

When the impossibly violent winds and waves settled, nothing was left of the Followers of Hel’copin, except for the plants that were so beloved in the sea, and the weapons of war they had made of whole cloth. No ships, no final letter to explain their actions, only, if one were inquisitive enough to find the first resting place of the S.S. Davisii, one would find two items resting on the sea floor. A long and thin spike made out of old metal, and a radio that refuses to turn off, playing only a single song.

END LOGS

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[General Deth Glitch]

The Sunset Empire

In my stars I am above thee but be not afraid of greatness!
"A new Era dawns! The ETO never had the ambition or proactivity needed to ensure world peace. While Galmorion burned they sat back and did nothing. When Fafrium, now in need of the help of those they tried to oppress, were under their protection and under assault from eldritch forces, Whose fleet was found swiftly at their side?" The Prime minister continued shouting over the clamor of the assembled audience "IT WAS THE CRIMSON FLEET OF THE SUNSET EMPIRE! Thats who. We have brought peace to every corner of this world. We aligned ourselves with the ETO because we saw allies who shared our ambition. Our Desire. OUR HOPE FOR A BRIGHTER FUTURE. Even still the IU sits idly as its nations fall to chaos. We hope the ETO will remain our friends and allies going forwards but from today we stand alone." This caused the gathered mass to an eerie quiet. "Alone atop a mountain of our own making. Not long ago our isolation resulted in this quiet island being but a footnote on the stories of other nations but today we stand as the global trendsetters! We are wealthy! We are strong! We are illuminated! The wealth we have brought to this island will ensure we ride out the coming darkness in comfort and stalwart strength! Today we will no longer be at the whims of the ETO and their calls to war. We and our many allies stand strong under a new banner! The Pact of the Dragon Flame! We will bring the illumination of the Dragon flame to every corner of the world. We will heed every call to the protection of peace and trade and we will bring a brighter future to all!" His cabinet, sat behind him stood and began to rile up the crowd yet more as he continued. "The Sunset Empire, yes I said Empire! Not in the hushed tones of accusation or the proud bragging of a dreamer but as a statement of FACT! Caledon is the heart of global trade. Caledon is a melting pot of a million wonderous cultures. Caledon is truly, unequivocally and undeniably the seat of an empire. Let all those fleeing the horrors of the world look to the beacon we light today and see a bastion of sanctuary for all to seek shelter under! We are establishing ports at all reaches of the Sunset sea. We have mastered the waves. We are investing in the security of this island and our empire beyond the horizon. Today we can truly say that the Sun will forever constantly be setting somewhere within out empire. We will never forget that darkness to come and now we will no longer shun those left in the dark when it does. When they track their way through the darkness of the final Sunset to our bright lights. WE WILL EMBRACE OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS! No longer can we only provide a future for us, but for all! Let all mark today as the dawn of a new era, an era when all are safe from the finally setting of the sun! You, you that have worked toward this. YOU ARE THE ENGINE OF EMPIRE! You are heroes one and all. From the shepherds in the hills and sailors on ships to the factory workers and candlestick makers! We are the Great Sunset Empire and today we remove our last shackle. A shackle we imposed on ourselves with our isolated past. Today we stand tall, above all others as a model for all nations to follow, a flame to light the way. Today, let all revel in their greatness for today everyone is a king!" The crowd erupted into a wall of noise that felt like it could knock the Prime Minister on to his back with its ferocity. Who could argue with his words? The Sunset Kingdom, once a small collection of islands alone and unassuming was growing day on day.

Some are born great
Days after the now well known 'Empire Day Speech', following an announcement of the government her Majesty, Queen Guinevere VII, was crowned again. This crown, far more ornate and encompassing a wade array of cultural traditions then the stuffy old Crown of the Sunset Kingdom, was a crown fit for an Empress. Empress Guinevere the First left her coronation to a crowd enough to envy a god. "Today I accept a great honour. An honour bestowed on me by you. My loyal citizens. Those of you born on this soil are no strangers to the kindness we share on this isle. Those of you who find yourselves in a new land after fleeing oppression or merely seeking a better life, welcome. Both of you are equal in your citizenship of this empire. We stand as the first nation. Whether we want to accept this responsibility or not, this new change, this new, albeit heavy, crown" as she said it, much of the crowd could be heard chuckling at her offhand remark "comes with additional responsibilities. We are now custodians of a world so full of strife and hatred. We must share this kindness with our brothers and sisters beyond the sea. I do not believe myself an empress of this world, but my people, you. My, no, your government. Together, all of us, must work to bring our generosity to the world! I may have a new title to add to a long, outdated and tiresome list, but we have a new responsibility. Yesterday we needed only worry for our own safety but this is a symbol of more. Today and in the coming tomorrows, we will protect all those that seek it. You have worked hard and you have made this possible. I am but a symbol for your majesty. Thank you for making this EMPIRE, something we all can truly, wholly and morally scream to the heavens about with PRIDE. PRIDE FOR THE PEOPLE!" She ended her speech and stepped into her ornate carriage, but as she processed through the streets of Caledon the chant continued, steady and strong. "PRIDE FOR THE PEOPLE!" Many at the back of the crowd didn't hear her speech, but that one line echoed across the sea to every corner of the Empire and to many lands beyond. The sunset Empress stood not just as the leader of its people but as the biggest supporter of all the worlds people.

Some achieve greatness
The Princess met up with First Lady of the Sea, Alice Worson of Albagate. The Siege of the White city raged on, unaffected by the speeches and politics of home. This war would be a symbol of the future being promised at home and ships and soldiers were being dedicated to the task while colonies continued to sprout up throughout the world. "Theres titles in this for everyone, Alice, not just us. Those that achieve great feats will find themselves championed to the, well, its Empress now isn't it. Wonder if that changes my titles? Regardless. We must find victory, a defeat would mark a failure of the Flame Pact at its inception, which we cannot allow. A swift victory is desired though we will take what we can. The collective marches with us and with our new airforce and yet more ships being sent under your flag we should be able to liberate people from this hateful oppression with ease. We can then work with the Collective to establish a new government in this city. Perhaps they will become our allies, but regardless hate must be stemmed. Our air and sea forces are at your beck and call, when the time is at hand we shall march forth into the city as liberators. For the Empire, eh?

and some have greatness thrust upon 'em
Millions flocked to the Empires ports after the prime minsters speech. Many came hopeful but suspicious, expecting his words to be little more then just that but the promise was too great for some to pass up even so. When they arrived at the edges of the new empire and, instead of being turned away, were sent off for passports they were overjoyed. Some who found themselves suddenly under the Sunset flag as their ancestral homes became part of an empire they knew little about were distrustful but the empire made pains to not destroy their ways of life, only providing new opportunities of thrive. Trade flowed freely and wealth seemed to only increase. Especially for those on the home islands. While travel to the home islands was common, the new acceptance of all people resulted in some increase precautions to maintain the islands strict security, especially on Caledonia, the Island home of Caledon. As new ideas flowed into the empire it only seemed to rise from the strength to strength. As people flocked to its borders, the borders expanded to let them in, new colonies to house them, new land to feed them, new mountains to provide the factories with resources to employ them. Yesterday they were nobodies for foreign governments but today they are Great. Great cogs in the machine that is the Sunset Empire.


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[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Geckliko
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it seems things where now stable on there little slice of world wars and strife and passed over the 6th legion and its charged with a new vault and new members of other legions slowly filtering in a greater bunker complex and slowly began to be unearthed it was months before they found another vault but like before it was opened and who they could save became first priority as their ranks swelled with more engineers and technicians available the civil war however brief was not forgotten and many bunker where slowly reconnected through a previously disused tunnel network, each legion found having more information and more intact equipment allowing them to piece things back together slowly but surely, perhaps they'd eventually all reunite? even build their great factory but no matter what they'd still remain in this strange military structure for they found comfort in it comfort in the huge bunkers and complexes and their massive machines.. for now only time would tell where the legion went prehaps to a good more quiet future and not a repeat of the past.

 

[Eliasdagood]

New Avalon


All of Haven is abuzz today. It's been so long since there was a proper contest, especially of this magnitude. An entire nation has staked one of their best against one of the most infamous types of unseelie that lives here! It's very clear from the different dress and attitudes of those that show up that some are treating this as a concert, where others are here for a Gladiator fight. And there are a few that look like they're present for medical attention for the losing side.

Corrina is fussing over her champion's makeup, something she made herself to be oil based and waterproof. "Oh don't you look stunning, Lilith. Surely no Mortal can compare to you in beauty." Jacob is at work brushing her long hair, having carefully washed and dried it an hour before.

Lilith smirks. "I know, my lady. Thank you for choosing me for this task, I am truly honored."

Corrina smiles, setting her brush down, and waiting for Jacob to do the same.

"Alright then, dear. The horn will sound any moment. Have fun out there!" Corrina says, as she and Jacob head outside to address the crowd with Noh.

The game begins!

Actions:
Challenge New Yong against a Hypnotic Lorelei for mutual entertainment and celebration of their alliance.​

 

[Scatterbrain]

Empire of Hate
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With Galmoria, and by extension its vassal state Cyberlink Solutions, finally under it's thumb, the Empire of Hate had grown immensely. While the Avenging Blade and General Mojo led the fight against the armies of the Sunset Kingdom, Fargus held a lavish gala in the Galmorion capital to mingle with the lords and ladies of the defeated empire and they all quickly fell under his sway.

With Galmoria now his willing servants, the CLS had little option but to fall in line and Adrienne quickly made herself comfortable in their labs and archives. She was very interested in perfecting her own experiments into reanimating the dead and the information she gleamed from their vast resources allowed her to finally create an army of the dead driven by the sheer power of hate.

Fargus also commissioned Tagara Corp to construct jet tubes for his infantry as well as a massive airship. The jet tubes would afford his men short range flight capabilities, providing them unmatched manoeuvrability in combat, while the airship would act as a mobile fortress from which the Empire of Hate could spread their message of unity across the globe. Within a few months, both projects met fruition and, alongside Adrienne's grave-born ghouls, would prove instrumental in turning back the Sunset Kingdom from the shores of the Great White City.

However, the Sunset Kingdom's assault on the capital would end up having unexpected side effects that wouldn't be seen until the next generation. One of their ships artillery strikes landed near the Arrowshaft Nuclear Plant, rocking the plant and damaging the plant's inferior electrical systems, exposing the technicians to massive doses of radiation from the exposed nuclear pile. The staff of the nuclear plant would manage to survive the incident without serious injury but is was more than enough to alter the structure of their genes, causing their children in the years to come to be born mutants. Some of these children were born with physical abnormalities, while others changes were more subtle, but when it was discovered these mutated children possessed superhuman powers, the Empire of Hate wasted no time assembling them into a mutant force for their cause.

Like some of the other nations, the Empire of Hate also dabbled in space travel but their efforts met with little success. Sending up their best astronaut on a test flight of their new hyperspace capable starship, the pilot was forced to abort the flight and return to Earth after the ship's shielding proved inadequate against the intense cosmic radiation of space. With the ship's controls wrecked by the radiation and the pilot irradiated, the starship was forced to make a crash landing and was completely wrecked as a result. The pilot managed to survive the crash but exposure to cosmic radiation ended up turning him into a lumpy, grotesque thing, more monster then man. With billions of EH dollars and years of work gone up in smoke, the Empire decided to cut their losses and put an end to their space program.

And for those closest to Fargus, life went on, sometimes developing in unexpected ways...

During her forays into the CLS, Adrienne met and fell madly in love with a notorious figure of Gaalvax's underworld known as the Grim Reaper, a powerful gangster who had replaced his right hand with a cybernetic scythe. The man fancied himself the "son of darkness" and a "master of death" so it was no surprise he and Adrienne immediately hit it off. Fargus was not too pleased with their relationship and kept a watchful eye on the gangster, more than willing to step in and dispose of him should he ever harm Adrienne, but his overprotective attitude caused a rift to develop between the two siblings.

The Avenging Blade would find himself eventually released from the personal service of Fargus, his father's debt to him finally considered repaid, but Tagara was kept on retainer should the Empire ever require his services in future. Ishiro would continue operating as a mercenary for many years and eventually fathered a son named Shin. Shin was an all-round different man than his father, lacking Ishiro's sense of honour and tradition, in its place was a desire for respect and power. When he eventually succeeded his father as head of the Tagara Clan and Tagara Corp, he immediately set about modernising them with his engineering genius. While the clan grew in power by descending into crime, the corporation grew in influence through cutting-edge scientific developments. With both the clan and company turning huge profits, Shin himself would subsequently become one of the ten richest people on the planet.

Laura Matthers, better known as Deathjump, an unwilling servant of the Empire of Hate for so long, finally managed to break free of Fargus' indoctrination after an encounter with a horn-headed devil dredged up powerful memories from her past and shook her back to her senses. Seeking to complete her original assignment, and more importantly put an end to Fargus' mad schemes, she allied herself with two of his inner circle who had become disenchanted with the Empire's ideals; Dr. O'Hara and Patrick McShane, head of the Empire of Hate's civil service. After weeks of planning, their plot culminated in a climatic showdown between Fargus and Laura in the Presidential Palace and the cambion plummeting headfirst from the building's roof to his death on the lawn below.

With their leader seemingly dead, the Empire of Hate was thrown into chaos but for all of Laura's efforts, Fargus soon returned to plague the world again. The exact circumstances of his apparent resurrection were unclear but the Cult of Hatred declared their Monyet Dukun had conquered death through the unstoppable power of hate. This announcement sent thousands of people flocking to the Empire's borders, all eager to learn the secrets of hate and the Empire's numbers quickly swelled, eventually expanding to encompass almost the entirety of the western continent.

 

[Twist]

New Yong

Clifton scrolled through the latest diplomatic report, looking through the proposed terms of merging the IU and ETO into one organisation under a few key states, New Yong included. With the IU lacking leadership and the ever more prevalent agenda of the ETO coming to the forefront, Dae - Un, their diplomat in both organisations had sent a proposal to counteract and steady the motions of one by bringing in the other. A laudable ideal though seemingly costly, all Clifton could do for now was send it to Ms Seoung who waited avidly for his and their champion's arrival in New Avalon.

Looking up as the attendant informed him of the Private Plane's progress in refuelling, Clifton thanked her before affording a quick look beside him. Opposite him sat the increasingly famous Dre Gon who simply stared out the window, content in his own company. Clifton could see from his own window, the crew of the Party Boat busily running around below them, as they quickly went up getting the plane airborne. Dre's gaze however sat steadily on the horizon.

The chosen champion in Ms Seoung's contest with the Fae, and the reason for Clifton's return, the young man was to duel the Lorelei of New Avalon as a means to strengthen ties with the secretive nation. However this lyrical contest came with certain risks, ones Clifton had shared with the Presidents picks. Having an imitate knowledge of each of New Yong's stars thanks to his position which granted him unfettered access to every dossier, file, video, report, interview the stars ever had, Clifton had approached Mr Gon first. Practicing his choreography on the flight deck, Clifton's stomach dropped as the talented performer easily and simply replied with a yes despite the risks of imprisonment and permanent residence within the Fae world.

Despite a heavy heart, Clifton knew that Dre was going to agree hence approaching him first. With all the information Clifton had at his finger tips Mr Gon was the best, and perhaps, only choice. Though the boy was unbelievably skilled and a sheer natural talent, it wasn't for these reasons he was the obvious candidate, it was for what lay beyond the mask, the real reasons for his apathy and aloofness.

The Idol life was not what the young man wanted, it never had been.

Gleamed from various sources, Clifton had surmised early on that expectation and familial pride had put young Gon on his current path. For a triple talented Idol like Dre there was only up and up for him in this business and though the boy was certainly strong, should he have to endure the busy, hectic and demanding life of an Idol if his heart was not in it?

And so, now, in this contest with the Fae, Dre Gon had been giving an out. Though it wasn't in the best of circumstances, undoubtedly, there could be no contention with the results. Glancing at him from the corner of his eye, Clifton could see the young man more visibly relaxed than others would be in such a situation as if perhaps coming to the same conclusions.

With a rumble and a surge of activity below as the Party's boat crew rushed off every which way, the plane was on it's way to New Avalon, the shores of Faifrum, the first step in the World Tour, slowly disappearing behind them. With countless more countries to follow, the music and protection of New Yong would soon reach millions of people across the world and in doing so drive back the SONG for a whole new generation. Clifton however, couldn't help but wonder if the young man he now shared a plane with was to be part of this world changing future....

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[Wew the Polymath]

CSRA

Orchid strode through the sacred halls of the Synod, brushing the walls gently with their synthetic fingers. It had been so long since they ventured into the land now known as the CSRA. The journey to this point had been long, filled with nonstop planning and engineering. Orchid didn’t think it was possible, but the Archivist was almost always right. It was saddening- like a comforting sitcom finally coming to an end.

The footsteps of the Greenwarden echoed through the halls. Dead TV monitors hung from the walls, hissing with the static. The Archivist made sure to shut anything down that could reveal fae presence. Orchid popped their masked visage through each door, looking for their quarry.

Eventually, they found the man of the hour sitting in his grand office hall, swirling liquor in a glass. He was facing the doorway and looked at Orchid with a slight smile. He poured a glass of liquor and slid it across the long mahogany table. It awkwardly ended about halfway where the PM intended, and he chuckled. Orchid strode to the midpoint of the desk and picked the glass up, gazing at the liquid. It smelled like some kind of aged wine. It reminded them of the olden days before the goblins came.

“You know I can’t drink right now, darling,” the lithe fae said. “Aren’t you going to ask who I am? Why I’m here? Why I’m made from technology far beyond your primitive human brain?”

The old man twirled his gnarled cane in his hand. “I presume you’re here to kill me,” he said with a slight shrug. “You shut down the TV and cleared all the staff from a very active building. I have no idea how you did that, but props. I’ve yet to see an assassin as diligent as you!”

“This has to happen. I don’t want to do this. I’ve enjoyed this little journey so much. Your aversion to violence? Ruling THIS empire? It feels supremely ironic, fae playwrights couldn’t even beg-”

The PM groaned and cut off Orchid’s rant. “I wish whatever band of terrorists you’re from sent someone less childish. You speak like my 14-year-old granddaughter.” He stood up and gazed out of the bay window. The barren desert of the capital stared back. “You speak of some grand plan. What is it?”

“We’ve been pulling the strings all along, Todorevic. We used bribes, revealed technology to engineers, and invented a fake religion to mold this country to what we wanted.”

PM Todorevic took a slow sip from his cognac. “You’re insane. Zephyrism is real, our country self-determined, and I shall fly on the winds when you kill me.”

A twinge of sorrow shot through Orchid’s chest. They forgot that the PM genuinely believed the centuries of lies. “You were a good man. I’m sure the winds will be kind to you.” With that, the fae lunged forward and impaled the PM’s head with a rapier. He fell to the ground with a thud. Orchid frowned at the small spot of blood left on the carpet.

Meanwhile, a reserve force of resurrected masked zealots stormed through the CLS black site in a faraway country. Corporations slaughtering one another was nothing new in this hyper-capitalist empire, so bystanders knew to scatter and not take pictures. A massive, grotesque anthropomorphic hippo placed a shaped charge on important structural points of the imposing steel door barring their advance. It stepped back and blasted the door open. A hail of gunfire retorted from the inside of the building. The cybernetically enhanced soldiers were screaming for backup. Bullets ricocheted off the hippos’ energy shields, and they chuckled while hefting machine guns originally intended for vehicles. The next few minutes were a bloodbath. .50 cal rounds ripped through the defenders, causing a crimson pool to ooze from the building like a red carpet.
The hippos wordlessly stomped through the interior, their footsteps smashing corpses and grinding them into the ground. Terrified scientists huddled against the wall, begging for their lives. A masked zealot approached them, each footstep causing them to shrink against the wall even harder. He held his massive machine gun with one hand and leveled it at the group. Fleks of gore peppered the barrel of the gun, and the heat from the barrel was beginning to cook it, producing a horrible smell. It was an ironic fate. The cruel scientists of the black site were terrified by the scent of cooked viscera.

“What do you want?” A dragonborn woman pleaded.

The zealot responded with a voice like rocks grinding against a sea bed. “Where is your research?”

She handed them a written map of the building with shaking hands. The hippo tossed the clipboard to his allies with a grunt. He gunned the scientists down while they bargained and groveled on the ground. Brains, bone flecks, and chunks of flesh splattered against the wall forming macabre graffiti. Pink mist hung in the air and clung to the zealots like warpaint.

Haste made waste. The squad stormed through the building. Occasional ambushes slowed them down, but they were seemingly immune to bullets and had an almost comical supply of high-caliber ammunition. Terrified black site operators fruitlessly tried to slow the advance to no avail. The hippos were a blood-stained iceberg, and they approached with the ferocity of barbarians. Killing stragglers was an afterthought.

Eventually, they reached the goblin-holding cells. The carnage that ensued was a mercy. A .50 caliber bullet was far better than slowly succumbing to experimental diseases. The hippos felt no emotion either way. Pregnant goblins, goblins suffering from acute necrosis, children, men, and anything else were now oozing out of the cage or lying in a bloody heap.

The head dragonborn scientist was hiding in the final research room, her mind racing. Each salvo of gunfire was a thunderstorm that harkened her end. It kept getting closer and closer until eventually, the squad reached her. She said nothing. A zealot threw her to the ground and used his hulking weight to pulverize both of her kneecaps. She let out a ragged scream and curled into a ball.

Zealots traipsed through the room, using high-tech equipment to scan all of the paper disease-research documents. One of them scooped her body up and hefted it over his shoulder while she twitched from shock. The grim brigade burnt the research and exited the building. When they reached the light, a zealot radioed Orchid. “It’s done.”
From the Synod of the CSRA, Orchid sat on a chair sipping whiskey. They used a metamorph potion to clone the PM, except it was completely subservient to the fae. When they received the message, they stole into the night. Everything was coming together.

The gears of the fae war machine lurched forward. The CSRA, with many of its government officials, replaced with clones, voted to begin an aggressive space program. The scores of troops it trained on its own free will would be put to good use. Back at the underground fae base, they perfected the genophage. Now it could be used against any species and could be rapidly bred.

Revenge was finally on the horizon. Rockets would steal into the sky and pour an endless stream of CSRA soldiers on the moon. The goblins that genocided the fae long ago would pay, and the fae’s new empire would conquer the stars.

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[Dest]

The Eternal Legion​

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TW: Death and mentions of blood/Suicidal thoughts​

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"Ten-Hut! At attention!" Colonel Gripus' voice echoed across the forming grounds, the clatter of the entirety of the remaining Legion forces joining it. "Before you are the shrouds of all those who fell to the creatures of the Amnonicus! We salute them today and send them to their final rests with their honor!"

Andrea stared with blank eyes across the dozens of pieces of cloth, all of the shrouds little more than dog tags. Dog tags that she had retrieved, that she had taken back to the Legion with her in a desperate flight. Dog tags that Lieutenant Colonel Eliza had pressed into her hands as she died.

"Gunners at the ready! Aim! Fire!" A pair of men followed the commands, the two raiding their weapons and firing a blank into the air.

Andrea whirled around and fired once, killing the final Amnonicus soldier that had attempted to attack her and her. The fighting was thick in the sector and blood was flowing freely on both sides. Already Andrea could see one of the men in her command was dead and another pair were injured. That was not good, for they had few medical supplies and even fewer men who knew how to use them. With a sigh she glanced at the tired and ragged remains of her once proud squad of nine, now reduced to only four. They had been fighting for months now, the siege of Dexrus taking far longer than she had ever hoped it would. With another grimace she ordered the men on, taking only a moment to retrieve the fallen man's ammunition and dog tags as they continued deeper into the city.

"Aim! Fire!"

Another ambush, another dead soldier, and they were now three. But, they had been lucky, for the rendezvous point was in sight and already Andrea could see Eliza. She was quick to order her men on, a smile on all their faces and hands raised in greeting. And then the shooting began, and all that Andrea knew was the roar of gunfire and the feeling of splashing blood.

"Aim! Fire!"

"I'm dead Anrea, the bastard got me in the stomach," Eliza grimaced up at her from her position leaned against a bit of rubble. The duo were the only living Legion soldiers in the city now, the rest having been cut down by a final, likely desperate, attack which had finally done what the remains of the Amnonicus troops had been attempting for months. They had broken the Legion Infantry. "Take the dog tags Andrea, take them back to Rupes and tell the Colonel what happened here today. And when you leave? I'm having the artillery flatten this damned city. No matter the cost."

"Men and women of the Eternal Legion! Those who have given your lives in its service! Be released from your oaths and rest! Legion! You are dismissed!" As the men around her began to disperse Andrea shook herself from her memories, knowing in her heart that they would never leave her. That she would drag the memories of that horrible battle in her mind forever. That her friends had died for little more than minor profit to their commanders. And it was with a sad smile that she wandered back to her bunk, her pair of silver bars flashing in the light and the single round in her weapon calling at her to rest.​

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Final Actions
1. The Legion will 'join' the ETO as previously offered by the Ragnor Republic
2. The Legion will continue to build its forces in an effort to rival even the largest of militaries in the world, be it land, air, or sea
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[Trektek]

BoN Act 3: Modern Age Epilogue

A middle aged woman wearing a fashionable purple dress with a Red Belt and an Orange Shoulder based coat walked slowly into the auditorium, her multicolored wings lightly brushed through the wind in the air, matched only by her eyes that were the same multicolored aura.

They changed in color with each swish of her hips as she walked up to the podium in the filled college auditorium style classroom. Most of the students already had their holorecorders prepared or for those who preferred using their hands, keyboards to write things down as they were spoken.

She smiled at the wide variety of those students, eager to learn what had been assembled. In her mind, history was a very important subject that needed to be learnt by all those that dwell within the world, lest they make the same sort of mistakes as those that doomed other civilizations in the past.

“Thank you all for coming. As all of you who have signed up for this course know, I am professor Rebekka Fairchilde and yes, before you ask, I am Avalonian from New Avalon and not the colonies on or off world.

Now, in this course, we will be discussing the rise and fall of many civilizations during the “Modern Age” or what is also known as The Age of Strife and Calamity. The nations of that era went from one war to another, endless posturing from opposite power blocks and in some cases, the complete loss of entire cultures from massive upheaval or even the assimilation by greater powers.

So buckle up boys and girls, it's time to take you on a wild ride…..”

She pushes a button and the lights go dark before the room is filled with holographic images of various major events which she begins to explain.





Rangnar Republic

The Ragnar Republic or as they were later renamed during their space conquests, The Ragnar Imperium began as one of the leading nations of the ETO. It was through their strength and power over long range missile strikes that helped put them ahead, leading to part of the annihilation of the Amonicus threat on the mainland.

But one of the true prizes that they had created was a widespread deployment system of troops and nuclear warheads that they were prepared to use should their enemies rise again to threaten them from the ashes.

This would come to a head when the nation known as the Peace League had caused the corruption of the Elven Empire to a disastrous plague known as The SONG.

The SONG, now having a major foothold in the mainland, began to invade the minds of millions, only truly offset by the aforementioned rapid deployment system and nuclear armament satellites.

With the true Power of The Ragnar Imperium brought to bare, it was decided that their matters would focus on the stars as they became more insular and less focused on terrestrial matters. The realm of the heavens was far more interesting to the formerly landbound nation.

Within the next few hundred years, the Ragnar Imperium settled world after world, all in the name of peace. Even if this peace came at the front end of a gun.

Their very culture had been altered by their years forced underground and only became more and more reinforced as they moved further and further out into the universe.

These days, the heart of the Ragnar Imperium isn't even on our world, but a much more far flung one. Here, only an outpost remains as recruitment for their soldiers and a museum of their humble beginnings.

The Ragnar Imperium controls many solar systems and employs a large navy of Starships backed by an even larger Army of Ground Forces.

If you wish to join the front lines of The Ragnar Imperium, make sure you sign up at their main recruitment office today. See the universe and make it a safer place for all species. Make The Ragnar Emperor proud boys and girls.


Magistrati

The Magistrati was a nation that bore greatness on their origins. They were all descendants of the mythical Coghaven. Which by all accounts did in fact exist and had fought against the Great Enemies of the Dark Forests and even Barbarian hordes.

They did not as a matter of fact fight their evil counterparts, The Scholari League. Though evidence shows that those dastardly men and women had slowly begun to show their presence at the time, it wasn’t until well after The Magistrati had left this world before they fully showed themselves.

Was this due to a fear of their Good Counterpart? Or was it merely careful planning? History unfortunately only gives speculation in this regard. So students, I leave those wonderful arguments up to each and every one of you to decide.

All records show that they attempted to keep the International Union together as long as they could. But it was a Union that was destined to fail, unfortunately. Plagued from its very inception as full of overpromises and under deliverances. It had been an organization that talked and talked, but never followed through.

In the end, it had only lasted a few years past when the elves had left its graces, if they had ever truly been a part of it at all.

One day, all of the Magistrati Enclaves had been left empty. It was only once the launch of a giant city sized station of immense size was launched, breaking through the Ragnar defense systems with ease, that people knew.

The Magistrati had left the planet and on their own terms.

They did the good work out in the universe, preserving cultures throughout. Learning their ways and doing research on them as they went. They became a catalog of data. A veritable library of knowledge on many races, both advanced and primitive.

Seen as saviors to some and distant Gods to others. But always in some way, leaving their mark.

There were times that they came into conflict with both the Ragnar Imperium and the CRSA in their travels.

But they had been both powerful enough, at least on a small elite scale and cautious enough, that this did not happen too often.

New recruits to their cause are often given rigorous testing in both mind and body, with only a 40% pass rate.

They became known as the Protectors of Knowledge in their Flying Library, traveling through the stars and it is a great honor to be able to gain an audience with their Headmaster.

I once managed to secure such an audience. It was most illuminating.

The Elven Empire

The elves of the now Eleven Empire were at a new junction in their lives. Their king had now made himself an emperor as they left the alliance of the International Union and they wished to interact more with the world at large.

They wished to promote peace and destroy demon kind.

And at first, their new expanded civilization flourished. Elves from all over the world traveled to this new land of the Elves, this Elven Empire. It was almost like a mesmerizing call had been sent forth to bring them to the World Tree.

A glowing beacon of everything that was Elven and right for Elvenkind.

There was a period of unprecedented growth and cultural renaissance. One that had not been seen for thousands of thousands of years. New works of art, sculptures grown out of wood, plays written and songs sung by the most incredibly gifted auraters of the age.

But unfortunately it had been one big trap.

The Peace League had, unknown to the elves, been infected by THE SONG and when they had claimed the elven DNA for their collection, it was for a darker purpose. It was for a better assimilation of the Elves, by THE SONG.

The infiltration started slowly, almost so slowly that by the time it was noticed, it was far too late to actually do something about it. Decades had easily passed before even a sliver could have been heard of a whiff.

With its fallen overtures towards the Empire of Hate and the blocking of the open recruitment in New Yong, secrecy was decided as the best way to spread the great work.

Even the Elven Emperor fell to its corruption.

They waged war against the entire world in The Name of The Song. They had started to fight the CRSA, showing the true might of the Elven Empire bolstered by THE SONG, but before too long, the Ragnar Republic launched their nuclear warheads at the Elven Forests, sending in their rapidly deployed troops to finish off any remaining of the corrupted from THE SONG.

Though the Forests themselves burned, The World Tree itself had not been destroyed and had instead created a stronger outer shell around itself. It actually seemed to be purified from the flames of its corruption by THE SONG.

The Elven Empire is now mostly remembered through the survivors and descendants of The Legion of The World Tree who managed to escape The Song and what art, music, and plays that were able to be recovered from bunkers and ruins.

I, myself have seen “The Tale of 6 Kings” many times in the theater. The best time was absolutely when it was performed by actual elves. They are able to hit certain notes that the rest of us can’t and that in fact makes it even more exquisite.

Followers of Hel’Copin

The Alliance between the Followers, The Agua and the Scholari League proved most fruitful. It led towards entire areas of the open ocean becoming unable to be crossed by the dwellers of the land on their boats, lest they be crushed and pulled beneath the waves.

The Sunset Empire, the most powerful of the naval forces of those that dwelled upon the land, had found this out the hard way when they attempted to free those waters from the Iron Grip of the Water Alliance.

The League, true to their word, shared great genetic riches with The Followers, allowing them to adapt themselves to all sorts of underwater environments.

From the oral history of The Aguans, we were able to gleam great insight into what actually happened to the Followers and the League. Both of them being highly secretive. And even this oral account was only obtained in the last hundred years or so.

After the Water Wars, the time when those who swam beneath the waves and those who trotted about the land, The Followers left in their ships to the holy lands in another realm. Now whether this is hyperbole or not has been greatly contested, but I know from my own research that they had in their time here, talked to many individuals and nations about being brought by their god from a dying world and that this one was only a stop on the way to their salvation.

I for one like to imagine that they arrived safely and experienced the true bliss of their holy lands with their benevolent God that had saved them from destruction time and time again.

As for the Scholari, there is still a gash in the waters, a never ending whirlpool that was left in the wake of them escaping this world to elsewhere. Rumors have often spread of them on other worlds and perhaps they are enacting a darker version of what the Magistrati are doing out there.


The Sunset Empire

The now newly rebirthed Sunset Empire was truly an Empire. As the other members of the ETO turned their attention to the stars, The Sunset Empire never took its eyes off of what they viewed as their prize, every corner of the world that they viewed as their own.

The waters were claimed in completion after the inevitable collapse of The Water Alliance once the Scholari League and the Followers had left their whereabouts unknown.

Even the Empire of Hate eventually retreated into its new holdings in the heart of what had been the Galmorian Empire, solidifying its hold on that one bit of continent.

But this Empire truly went far and wide to every corner of the realm. It was always sunset somewhere in the Empire became a very common saying.

With Greater Titania crushed through the efforts of the ETO and the Elven menace backed by THE SONG dealt with, there wasn’t much that could stand in the way of the Empire.

Though the initial two waves had been pushed back, eventually The Empire of Hate’s capital had fallen to the combined assault of The Sunset Empire and Melka. The Great White City had been divided between the invading forces of The Sunset Empire and Melka. Each discovering separate freedoms and relearning how to live life outside of the mind control of Fargus. Each parting their own path towards the future. As the Great White City had originally been made up of three cities combined together, one went to each of the nations involved and the third was split down the middle and given to each.

At least until the incident.

The Sunset Empire finally achieved their goal of having an empire that was larger than both Greater Titania and The Fafrium Empire. Especially having subsumed the ruins of one and more or less made the other subservient.

Even still to this day, you can visit any museum to gather their history and see their long line of monarchs. Each one posing before more and more impressive warships as was the custom at the time.

I’ve actually been able to visit the current Queen on more than one occasion. Which as you might gather from their rich and interesting history, made for such an entertaining conversation over tea.


6th Legion

The Gecklickos had never truly left the lands that they had emerged from their bunker in, nor had they made much contact with the outside world, whether it be their nearest neighbors or even those outside the continent that they were on.

They did not get involved in outside politics of the ETO or the IU and only hunkered down in their homeland, improving their bunkers and rediscovering their lost technology.

However, even if you try to hide from things around you, it would eventually find you. And this was the case with the 6th Legion.

The 6th Legion ended up coming into conflict with The Eternal Legion when the 6th Legion discovered something incredibly precious. A large lode of Gold.

The battle raged on and eventually The 6th Legion was defeated, retreating to their Great Bunker.

It was decided by their Great and Glorious leader that they would once again go underground and emerge again in the future when the world was more favorable for them again.

Currently the Gecklicko 6th Legion Vault is under lock and key with a full platoon of Eternal Legion soldiers guarding it. Perhaps one day they will emerge in our glorious new world.

New Avalon

The competition between Avalon and New Yong was a great success. Millions of people from all over the world had tuned in to see it. And with Loreli actually winning the competition, it helped bring New Avalon to the forefront of the hearts and minds of the people.

Whereas before they had been a country that had been far away from all politics, victory against New Yong in their own arena, in their very own type of musical combat, had been mind blowing to many people.

Attention was suddenly flocked to them as sponsorships were given out and contracts being written up.

The Fae were suddenly inundated with many people coming to their country, to their lands. It wasn’t long before New Avalon became one of the biggest tourist locations on the entire planet. Something that they did not attempt to dissuade nor discourage from the minds and hearts of the populace.

In fact, they continued to propagate this over the many years as they expanded their reach over more parts of the continent and with it, many vacation locations or tourist traps.

Some of the fae did not like this new attention, forming new colonies on different continents or islands and once Space Travel became available, others fled to the stars to found new homes there.

But, the allure of the Fae was too strong for many who had already taken a bite.

Tourism was simultaneously the best and worst thing that happened to the fae. But it let their people and their culture survive well into the future. After all, I am very much proof of that.

We New Avalonians have embraced our destinies of being entertainers, educators and lovers of the world. And it is nothing to be ashamed of.

Empire of Hate

The Empire of Hate was one that had a complicated history in the world. Peddlers of HATE which made them strong. It seemed easily enough that the world would band together to wipe them out. Especially after they began their near constant war of the CLS.

One would have thought that the IU or even the more aggressive ETO would have struck out and done something, anything. But no. It wasn’t until after the eventual war with Amonicus that anyone began to make their moves.

Both Melka and the Sunset Empire, separately of their alliances, struck out towards the Empire of Hate. Without communication and without a proper plan.

Their first two assaults ended in the victory of the Empire of Hate, leading to more years of HATE and them to strengthen their holdings over the Galmorian Empire and the CLS. The HATRED grew stronger, even as the leadership became more and more divisive. This division and taking away resources and defenses from the Capital in favor of defending their new lands across the water led to the eventual collapse of The White City to the invading forces of Melka and the Sunset Empire in their third eventual Waved attack.

Many that were able to, fled to the new capital, including those that had been infected by the radiation of the Power Plant which would lead to much more powerful mutants that would be recruited to the cause of HATE.

After building a massive budget rivaling that of even the Sunset Empire, they had finished construction on a large, nearly impenetrable wall around the new continent that they had claimed for their homeland.

For hundreds of years, The Empire of Hate stood strong, recruiting from all over the world with its never ending broadcasts that were bolstered by the CLS with their advanced technologies.

The Cult of Hatred, seemingly separate from the country itself had spread throughout the world and has been seen in some population centers on other worlds.

Tagara Clan had easily become the richest family on the entire planet, launching their company into Space and spreading it towards the Stars. Even now, they are a household name throughout the Ragnar Imperium and Beyond.

About three hundred years ago, The Galmorian City as the capital of The Empire of Hate, they had constructed an impenetrable shield over the wall to fully isolate themselves from the rest of the world.

In recent years, some refugees had emerged from beyond the IRON WALL and spoke of a massive civil war that led to the deaths of millions and the rise of a massive undead horde. Some controlled and others not.

But both the CLS and the Empire of HATE no longer existed in the form that they had once been. At least inside the Dome.

It is said to be the realm of the Liches, the Dead, and those caught in between


Amonicus

The strange people of Amonicus were difficult to understand. It was never entirely understood how much of this world and its people they truly comprehended with their very alien mannerisms and ways.

Were they Evil? Doubtful. Were they misunderstood? Oh, most definitely. Did they cause a massive war that led to their eventual destruction? Absolutely.

Over the many ages, we have not managed to learn much of these people as rather short sighted individuals destroyed everything that could have told us anything, including the very people of Amonicus as well.

Most of what we have are records from the very countries that had destroyed them. The Eternal Legion, The Ragnar Republic, The Fafrium Empire and those need to be taken with a grain of salt as they would make sure that their enemy would sound as horrible as possible.

It is a shame that we can’t learn more from these strange picture people. But I do know at least that they have some exhibits in The Fafrium Empire, the Eternal Legion and The Ragnar Imperium.

New Yong

The battle between New Yong and New Avalon was marked as the true beginning of the multimedia empire emerging from the country and spreading outrageously fast throughout the entire world.

Viewership was easily in the millions. It was a stunning spectacle that even though the representative of New Yong had lost, it brought in viewers along for the remainder of the tour.

The tour had been one of great effect, helping to provide protection from THE SONG as well as entertainment as they hit each and every one of the major cities in the world.

The only place it did not protect was the Elven Empire due in no small part to the Peace League who had allowed all magical defenses to be bypassed through the eleven DNA that had been earlier collected willingly from the Elves.

New Yong was not able to do anything to stop this harsh takeover, but their protections of their own music managed to ensure that the other nations that had fought against them, The CRSA and the Ragnar Republic, did not also fall to the evil lyrical disaster that was THE SONG.

As some nations spread out into space, so too did New Yong. Their entertainment industry and musical culture catapulted out to the stars. After all, what were they but STARS themselves on a journey to new horizons?

Over the centuries, many New Yong backed record labels popped up, discovering new sounds and types of music throughout the galaxy.

Even now, most of the music that you listen to would have come from a New Yong music company, helping you to experience that new form of sensory stimulation.

Thank them and enjoy the next time you listen to your favorite song or artist.

The Consecrated Socialist Republic of Arrana

The CRSA after working to defeat the Elven Empire along with the Ragnar Republic due to their infiltration by THE SONG. It helped to have something to gnash the teeth of the ever growing army that had been expanding over the years, lest they grow bored with border patrol.

But with that war over and the continued ignoring of the Empire of Hate, the CRSA turned their eyes towards space. Such as Ragnar and The Magistrati had done before them. They knew that they had to go forth into space. It was their next frontier and they were not to miss it.

It wasn’t long before they had boots on the moon. Their first stop to the stars. The previous space dwellers had all by passed stopping at the moon to continue onwards.

But, The CRSA had decided it was an important step.

Historians tell of the corpses of strange goblins on the moon similar to very strange goblins that appeared and then disappeared during the Age of Colonization.

The CRSA believed that from their ancient texts that there were in fact more out there and these were just scouts preparing to strike everyone on the planet.

Recruitment for the new CRSA space program immediately rose through the roof to combat the threat whether real or just perceived.

In the coming centuries, The CRSA grew into a vast Space Dominating Empire with living spaceships that were in a similar vein, though on a much larger scale to their living airships. Their main ally and constant rival became the Ragnar Imperium as both parties were growing larger with much more military.

From time to time, they would find large pockets of the strange mushroom like goblins, but there always seemed to be more. Like the mushrooms that they were grown from, it seemed impossible to permanently snuff them out.

These days, the CRSA stand strong out in space with a thriving Democratic Empire

The Eternal Legion

The Eternal Legion had joined the ETO, aiding in the many, many battles that had still to be raged, becoming one of the absolute largest military forces on the planet, only rivaled by the CRSA, The Ragnar Republic and The Sunset Empire.

They fought against the corrupted Elves, they fought against the Empire of Hate, they fought against the Water Alliance. All successful campaigns in one way or another and of course they got what they had wanted out of it.

They had even been hired by New Yong to defend themselves and fight back against the Bloodbrood Swarms.

But it wasn’t long before they too had grown bored of what there was on one planet. At this point, all had been said and done. They had fought many of the major powers that were not aligned with their own cause and won.

So once the CRSA, Ragnar and the Magistrati had all left for the stars, it was only natural that the Legion was to join them. Using the scientists of the members of the ETO, their space program took off and brought them to the stars.

For the Eternal Legion, it was an entirely new canvas for which to ply their craft and it wasn’t long before they took back to their mercenary ways.

Sometimes they were hired by the Ragnar Imperium against the CRSA. Sometimes they were hired by the CRSA against the Ragnar imperium. Sometimes they were hired to fight others for them. And sometimes they were even hired by other Space Empires as well.

There was no limit for them and soon enough, they became one of the most premiere and sought after mercenary organizations in the galaxy. Which still stands as such to this day.

They are expensive, but with their grueling training regiment, they are well worth the pay. I should know, I’ve seen both their training and actual combat in action, from a respectable distance, of course.

Bloodbrood Swarms

After the major wars of the Modern Age, the Bloodbrood Swarms were in a state of flux. They were a people that thrived on blood, death and violence. But they had not been able to participate in any of the major wars. And in fact had explicitly not been included.

This had brought their blood to a boil and it wasn’t too long before they had decided that it was time to strike out. In this case, at their closest neighbor, New Yong.

Now, they were lovers and not fighters. They fought with music against The Song. But the Bloodbrood Swarm was strong and they were empowered by a Greater Darkness.

An ancient machine, piloted by the ghost of an even more ancient woman, now commanded them. And she commanded them to throw themselves at their enemies. Not that they had needed much prompting.

After the first city had fallen to the fighting, New Yong hired The Eternal Legion to protect them. Which they had done with true power and skill. This only incentivized the Swarms even more as they threw wave after wave after wave at the mercenaries.

It wasn’t long until they defeated the invading army and all it did was lead to infighting between the Swarm. No one knows of the fate of this mysterious ghost woman, but legends tell that she slinked away during the fighting.

What is known is that The Bloodbrood Swarm tore themselves apart. Their entire civilization gone in the span of a week. Tales emerged from explorers and looters after then fact and the massive odor of death and decay could be smelled from miles away.

They had ended how they had lived, violently.

The Autonomous Collective of Melka

Melka and the Sunset Kingdom had over time conquered The White City, freeing the inhabitants from the rule of the Empire of Hatred. It was on the third wave over the course of many years that they had accomplished that. Each nation took one of the three cities that made it up, with the third split down the middle.

They had been unable to pursue the Empire of Hatred which had taken up residence in the Galmorian Capital and the CLS, fortifying the lands against invasions.

So Melka went about what it did best, construct more of their constellation among the ground. This had proceeded quite rapidly compared to the spread of other nations, which had bothered some since they were a people that dwelled in darkness.

But soon enough, almost the entire Western Continent had resided under the control of Melka. It was bathed in the darkness and the hidden light.

But even these things did not bother everyone. What did bother everyone was the change that was attempted to be forced upon the actual sun that the planet revolved around.

Attempted to use forbidden magics, their massive spell backfired, causing the ground to rip, tear and then explode. This happened all along the main path of the constellations.

Mass death occurred as almost the entire Western Continent had exploded, turned to ash and sank beneath the waves. All that remained was the Top of the Western Continent containing the White City and the Hardwires with the rest of the continent, just gone. Even today, it stands out as an almost missing portion of map.

The upside for the Sunset Kingdom was that it allowed greater traversal across the waters for them to control.

However, this act of flagrant terrorism turned the world against the Melka. They were given a choice, banishment into Space or Imprisonment.

And so it was, that they had taken what was left of their people, their culture, their sun into specially designed spaceships and left to the great unknown.

Through my contacts in the Magistrati, I can say that they eventually settled on a new world, one that was covered in darkness and are thriving there. Hopefully they won’t make the same mistakes that they had made on this world on their new one.

Legion of The World Tree

The Legion of the World Tree had always been outsiders of the World Tree culture. And especially when they became the Elven Empire, they were more on the outskirts of society more than ever before.

But they were stalwart defenders of the physical World Tree itself. And in their own, much more militaristic way, managed to continue to keep it safe.

They continued their genetic projects, delving more and more into perfecting the cause, using the already finished products that had become a part of the ranks as a basis for going further and further than ever before.

Doing so had allowed them to soon enough notice that something had been wrong with the Elven Empire. They realized that it was being infiltrated from the outside and that it had even reached the highest levels of the government.

This prompted them to build more bunkers and settle deep inside them, allowing them to survive the purge of the Elven Empire that eventually followed.

When they had emerged millennia later, they had found new forests that had replaced the old, but the World Tree had survived it all.

Though they had mourned the lost lives of the Eleven Empire, they knew that they would continue onwards.

The remaining nations were at first wary of the emerged elves, but after being thoroughly cleared by New Yong and their anti-SONG ways, they were allowed to resettle around The World Tree as its new Defenders.

To this day, the LEWT- Legion of the Eternal World Tree, have grand cathedrals and military palaces to defend the World Tree. Their Soldiers have taken oaths of protection and take it seriously.

I, myself had watched a LEWT soldier stand at attention near the World Tree for several hours without moving. It was quite the sight.


Cyberlink Solutions

The CLS has a strange history. Being a major corporation that was as powerful and influential as any nation in the world, they held their mark above many. The Empire of Hate had struck them hard and fast, repeatedly over the course of many months, prompting them to ask for aid from the Northern Galmorian Empire.

This worked for some time to keep them at bay, until that is, The Galmorian Empire fell to a few major strikes from the Empire of Hate, becoming their new capital in the following years after the eventual fall and capture of The White City.

The influence of the Empire of Hate was felt practically immediately and the leaders of the CLS continued to use this to their advantage for as long as they could.

As long as they kept on making money and more money than the other guy, everything else was secondary.

Even when the EoH built a massive wall along the continent. Secondary. Even when the Melka blew up their own continent, secondary. Even when the CRSA, Magistrati and Ragnar went into Space, secondary.

It was only once a corporation from the EoH began making more money that the problems began. Assassinations became the order of the day. And many days that was.

Eventually, the Iron Dome was erected around the continent and what could be pieced together from survivors, a massive civil war had erupted between the CLS and the EoH. The realm under the Iron Dome is now a wasteland filled with undead and liches that are in constant warfare.

But of those that had been in charge? Well, they had left well before the Iron Dome had been completed after seeing which way the winds were blowing.

Eskazander Zal took to the stars with only the most loyal and skilled of his organization to begin the CLS anew. Like him, it would never die, only be reborn and continue on in perpetuity.


Meera finally got what she wanted, to move up in the organization, now as the second in command of Zal, himself. This would allow her to change things around, eventually maneuvering things enough that she was able to push the old man out, becoming the top dog, herself.

Surprisingly, he didn’t take this personally. Though when she eventually died decades later in a mysterious lab accident, Zal quietly took back the reins as though he had never been gone.

As for Andromeda, she managed to leave the CLS, fleeing to New Yong where they helped her kick her drug habit and managed to become a VidTube star in New Yong far greater than she had ever been. Taking this newfound stardome, Andromeda herself took to the Stars, showing off colony life, high stakes battles from a distance and even wild and strange alien cultures.



The Order of Lepolia

The Order of Lepolia were members of the Book Keepers Confederation, themselves a small nation, one which The Order was always far more powerful than in the grand scheme of things.

They were a group that had grand ideas and the actual power to achieve them, but were often bogged down by red tape and indecision which marked much of their tenure, especially into their creation of the International Union.

They created the IU as a direct response to the ETO, but was never able to achieve the same heights, even though they had been at their highest point, able to attract much more members.

Their military was strong and highly maneuverable. They had even taken in goblins that had been displaced from all the fighting, something that was especially important as at the time, the CRSA was violently anti-goblin in nature, killing them on sight.

At the time of the war in Amonicus, The Order began to back away from politics, allowing others such as the Magistrati to take more of the center stage. However, their backing off eventually led to the collapse and dissolution of the International Union.

As it had turned out, the Book Keepers Confederation did not enjoy the levels of freedom that The Order had and cut back on their funding as well as blocking them with additional red tape than they could afford.

In the end, The Order fell back into merely being a peacekeeping organization along the borders of their homeland.

Many became disillusioned with what had happened, leaving into space. Some joined up with The Eternal Legion, but others formed their own group, The Order of The Ages where they had no one to answer to but themselves. Where they would no longer be hampered by Red Tape and rules that made no sense, where they could be masters of their own destiny.


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“And thank you class. This has been an interesting semester to say the least. Especially that very well written song about New Yong and the Swarm written by Xavier that I think I will be keeping for my personal collection.

I hope that I will see some of your for my advanced history class next semester as we will go into greater depths of the hows, whys and whos as well as what led up to various conflicts in the early Space Age.

Especially the conflict with The Espers.

Good luck and Happy Summer to you all.

Rebekka Fairchilde turned out to the nearly empty room as she smiled. Bright young minds have been filled with the lessons of the past. And hopefully they will take those lessons to heart.

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Thank you to all those players and readers of BoN. This game has been fun to run and I am happy to keep running these as I have since I first joined RPNation. I hope to see many of you in the next game or just watching it, BoN Stone Age.​