Technological Ascension- Age of Magical Resurgence - Roleplay Thread

[Andraus]

~~Storm wrecked Coast of Amberjack~~

Lightning wreaked havoc across the sky. The oceans were dotted with the broken remnants of ships, caught during the hurricane. A sound, like a howl from the bowels of hell, echoed across the ocean waves, as a great light emitted in the center of the sky. Halintar, spawn of the father's of dragons and monsters, descended from the sky. Armor tougher than the strongest steel, more massive than any ship. It would let out a bestial roar, the sound travelling across the wind. It scales bore the signs of numerous battles. Armies had tried to stop this great creature, but all fell to it's unstoppable might. It's sheer power in it's strikes were enough to collapse entire buildings, and it's fire, was the coming of death. It had set it's eyes on the last stronghold of Yunakai, Amberjack, before it's gaze would travel downward, eyes lighting up with amusement at the sight.

Standing before the massive dragon was a man, wounded and out of breath. The rain stuck his skin to the armor, as he held tightly on the sword in his hand. This was Edward Theron, Knight of Yunakai, Order of the Black Dragon. The sword in his hand, used to cut down the Mad King Demetrius Maichetus, or Demetrius the Cannibal, for his crimes against Yunakai. The Sword King-Slayer was made of Dragon Glass, or as now known as Obsidian, and was one of the few things that could hurt the creature. He stood panting at he saw the creature look down at him, before his jaw would clench, as he spoke.

"I do not forgive.....and I don't forget!"

The destruction that would play in his mind would haunt him forever- Quar'an burning to the ground, his brother slain by this foul beasts followers. He would have vengeance for them- For the lies spoken, and the lives stolen, they would regret attacking Yunakai!

"Now and forever, I will remember those who take from me, til the end of time!" Edward yelled, as he charged forward, using magic to send him flying upwards. Gripping the blade in both hands, he lunged forward and slashed at the creatures bone-like hide. The flesh hissed at it touched the blade, creating a large gap in it's armor. Halintar would roar as pain set it, before slashing down at Edward. Before they connected, a barrier was erected around the wounded knight. Edward would see his fellow knight, Kalinda Astapori, Order of the White Dragon.

As she arrived, others would as well- the other knights from their respective orders were joining in. Two knights in particular stuck out- Damian Audino Silverspire, Knight of the Silver Dragon, and Jivenia Azar, Knight of the Ice Dragon, both historic figures of their time.

Damian would hold out his hand as he shouted a spell. "The Chains of Hell bind no dead!" As Chains would wrap around the creatures neck. Damian would grab onto this chains, as he would grunt. "You stupid overgrown lizard.....this is the strength of the Silverspire family! Your skull will mount the others on my throne!" He yelled, as he used magic to support his already immense strength. The Chains would pull Halintar down, as it's head would slam into the rocky crags of the sea. Damian would then yell out. "Azar!"

"On it!" Jivenia would fly into the sky, burning wings of blue flame on her back, as she floated above the stunned dragon. She would then hold out her hand as a magic seal appeared, before she began writing in the air. "Write! There exists purgatory in the netherworld and fields of fire in the corporeal world. Fire discriminates not against good nor evil as it burns and purifies with ferocious mercy. All must die and return to bone. God has forsaken humanity. The world of the decadent is eternal. The trumpets must blare and bring the moment of judgement."

Jivenia would raise up her hand, as a large magic seal appeared behind her. "Let the cremation begin! Pyroclasm!" She yelled, as balls of fire poured from the seal, like cannons firing from a ship, as they struck at the backn of the creature, scorching it's scales and burning it's wings,

The Knights were keeping the creature down, but it had to be finished once and for all- Using the blade, Edward would proceed to cut into the creatures flesh, but his movements had purpose- Soon, carved into his scales, as a massive magic seal. Edward Theron would then place his hand on the blade, as it glew with a violet light, before he opened his eyes. "This is the price you pay, for all those you've enslaved!" He said to himself, before charging forward, and planting his sword into the heart of the creature, a large spell-field erupting on impact....

-End of Demo-

~~~Vera Convention Center, Yunakai~~~

The crowds erupted in cheers at the reveal of the latest game devised by Renegade Dragon Gaming, supported by using the DIVE system from Azar Futuristic's. Charles would step forward as they all cheered, before holding up his hands.Though public events were not his forte anymore, he still had to maintain them. "Hello, fellow DIVER's, and welcome to the RDG-Sponsored Gaming Convention." He said, earning another set of cheers, before they'd quiet down. "Glad you all could make it to our unveiling of Renegade Dragon's first DIVE supported game- Age of Wolves." He said.

He would then hold up his hand to the screen. "Going into it- AOW is a Virtual Reality game set in the distant histories of our peoples past- The Capitol of Yunakai has fallen, the Royal Family lies dead, and monsters of various horrors run rampant. You play as a member of one of the Fifteen Knight Orders, the precursors to the future ruling families of Yunakai- Your goal is to reunite the Holy Orders and reconquer the lands that had been lost, ultimately fighting the father of monsters himself." He said, as it showed on a screen a basic looking knight, which would switch between various armors.

"I don't want to spoil too much, but each Knight Order will have something special for your Knight- For example, as the Order of the Black Dragon was headed by Grand-Master Edward Theron, the rumored bastard son of the former King, you gain access to an increased pool of wealth and your followers, depending on their opinion of the former monarchy, may follow you or hinder you because of it." He said, pointing towards the screen, as they would see Edward Theron knighting a player.

"Likewise, if you join the Silverspire, You'll gain access to better combat equipment, cheaper training, more followers, and unique unarmed training for this Order." He said, as they would watch a player, with a silver gauntlets, begin infusing magic with their body, using it to compliment where their natural strength failed, as they fought against a group of undead.

"If you've done your history homework, you'll notice many things will be accurate with this game- For example, if you side with the Theron, you can play a special mission which retells the battle between the Order of the Ice Dragon and the Order of the Black Dragon, where Edward Theron brought the order to heel, in service to him." He said, as a cinematic would play in the background, where the Edward Theron faced off against Jivenia Azar. "Or- Change history in your favor, and have the Order of the Ice Dragon win. Each ending will be unique, depending on who you ultimately serve. You can serve from beginning to end for a United Yunakai, betray your master for a better deal in a different knight order, become disillusioned with their methods and look for a better way.....or simply be a mercenary and fight for whoever pays you the most."

He would then check his watch. "Now, I'd love to stay and chat some more, but duty calls- See you in the skies, Renegades!" He said, saying the companies slogan, as the crowds cheered, before his hologram would fade.

~~~Amberjack, Theron Administration Building, Yunakai~~~

Charles would sigh as he closed the hologram projector. While he was glad that his greatest invention had brought so much joy to many, it was exhausting to deal with such excitement nowadays- He left that to younger ones like his nephew. Charles was here to introduce the newest member of the Plutocracy- Andrew Silverspire. For all intents and purposes, Andrew inherited his ancestors genius as a military leader, and his charisma as a public leader, but he was (in Charles opinion) too reckless- He believed that through clever manipulation of the playing field, things would come easily.

The Boy had skill, but that skill had to be tempered with wisdom, and thus Charles and the Theron head were going to meet with him for the first time.

Now, that wasn't to say he got along with the Theron Head too much- Quite the contrary, the two were bitter rivals, but the good of Yunakai had to be put first. As Charles sat waiting, he brought up the design on their crowning achievement- The New Horizon. It would be the colony ship that would let them escape the confines of their dying world, and head to a new one, unpolluted by a bygone generation. Charles had eagerly awaited it's construction, and he had finally been giving an estimated date- One more year.

Just one more year, and finally, they'd be away from this nightmare.

Needless to say, this bit of information was kept secret- Today would be the unveiling of the project, to finally show that they were just in reach of their end goal. The Colony ship would take five years to reach Israfil, but Charles was hoping that his research on Ion Thrusters panned out before then, to cut time in half. It had been a long road, especially given that the Azar didn't have really a good reputation for this sort of thing, since New Morganna didn't pan out.

New Morganna was their first disastrous attempt at placing a colony on Morganna's moon, Maeve. Charles father poured an obscene amount of money into trying to terraform the atmosphere of the moon. It ended in failure, a large cost of resources, and public image of the Azar was in shambles after that. It was why Charles was so focused on ensuring nothing could go wrong with the New Horizon project- The future of his family, and his people, was at stake.

Charles was going to bring it to attention to the Theron and Silverspire Families today, as well as having to select a pilot who would be willing to take the ship to Israfil with an elite crew, while the rest of the colonists went into cryo-sleep. Charles himself already had the perfect pilot selected, one he knew the Silverspire would agree on....

~~~Oromis Orbital Platform~~~

Cyrus was outside of his Lynx, refueling the fighter with fuel, enjoying the weightless feel of space. He was scheduled to return home today- He would leave the Orbital Platform and touch down at the Junil Space Center. He honestly didn't want to leave space- He was comfortable with the rest of his team on the Orbital Platform, but duty calls. He already was here longer than expected, since he took on an extra shift maintaining the platform. For his dedication to duty, the General he served under was awarding him a Legion of Merit medal. On top of his Aerial Achievement Medal, Yunakai Air Force Commendation, his Purple Heart, and Defense Superior Service medal, this would be his fifth.

It wasn't that he didn't appreciate being....well, appreciated in the line of duty, he just didn't like the publicity schwme. Cyrus didn't swear an oath to protect Yunakai, just to be paraded like some pampered peacock. Though he could honestly say he's earned every single commendation, he had the scars to prove it, he felt they were a little excessive.

Cyrus would say goodbye to his wing, they had just started their maintenance shift on the Platform and would be on there for a couple of months, before he entered his Lynx. Taking the time to feel the engine purr, letting out a sigh as the seas of space called to him, he gripped from the controls and punched forward. He would do a spin around the station, sending a wave towards everyone on it, before he began flying towards Morganna. Pressing a couple of buttons, he turned on his microphone.

"Control, this Silver Leader inbound. Initiating Orbital re-entry on your mark."

"Copy Silver Leader, Orbital Re-entry cleared in three...two...one....mark!"

Cyrus held on tight as the re-entry thruster gamble engaged. The shake of the fighter brought the reality that he was re-entering, as he called it, the suffocating gravity of Morganna. It was not that he didn't love his home, it was just....boring to him. He wanted to go to new places no-one has been too before, meet new people, discover new races- Being on Morganna just held no appeal. He was a dutiful soldier on-duty, any of his commanding officers could attest to that, they just wish he remained so off-duty.

Why would that be? Because....he had a tendency to not really care.....about anything. He did whatever flight of fancy his mind took him too. He was responsible when he had to be, but outside of that, he just did whatever he so pleased, so long as he didn't break the law or hurt people. His mother was, more often than not, exasperated. He really didn't have that close of a relationship with her- She had threaten to disown him when he signed on with the military, but when she tried to turn it back to the Azar Public Favor, he just...rebuffed her.

He took his dedication and devotion to protecting Yunakai seriously, that was it- Everything else could kiss his ass. He had no interest in politics, and honestly, they gave him a headache. He much preferred flying than talking. No Grey area bullshit.

As he finally touched down at the Space Center, Cyrus would let out a sigh as he spoke up. "Control, this is Wing Commander Cyrus J. Azar. I have touched down, no issues- Send someone to polish my Bird, and if I find a scratch, I'm scalping the whole maintenance team." He said, as he unbuckled himself from his chair and jumped out.

"Copy that, Silver Leader- Welcome back sir."

Cyrus would stretch as he looked around- He was on the station for six months, and yet, everything was more or less the same. He would then pull out his phone. Now, you'd think a decorated soldier returning home would contact his family, yes?

Not the case with Cyrus- He was calling his friend Tabitha. He had been smitten with her for years, to his mothers disapproval, and though it never evolved much, he thought he made it clear he was interested- Still, Tabitha was the type of person that everything had to be done HER WAY. He would have to wait until she was approached him, otherwise she'd just rebuff him (as she had done numerous times before to others).

Still didn't stop him from messing with her.

Standing atop his bird, he would use telekinesis magic, one of the few forms that had managed to survive, to lift up his phone as he made a video call to Tabitha. When she answered, he would wave. "Guess whose back, Tabby?" He said, knowing she hated being called by the childhod nickname. Unfortunately, she would get the last laugh- His ship was still hot from orbital re-entry, so his shoes started melting, causing him to....fall off.

"Waugh!.....I'm okay...."

Typical Cyrus.


Spacing Out Inheritance

 

[Inheritance]

Andrew Silverspire​

He whistled to himself as he adjusted his tie in the mirror-the silver bringing out a certain coldness in his eyes; one that was no doubt inherited from Oromis. He silently scoffed at the thought that him and Oromis had anything in common, besides perhaps spirit. Certainly the intelligence had hopped up a few tiers, as did the charisma...how on earth did he ever get to ruling anything? Still, it was a question if he even inherited anything, as there was no hard proof he was even related to Oromis. A common theory he tossed around (with himself, never to anyone else) was that he was some illegitimate heir, perhaps some affair gone wrong. Of course it was possible he was distantly related, but really...he didn't see much resemblance in how they thought. Looks? Maybe, but that was probably coincidence-it had been a long time since Oromis walked the lands.

Well it was this train of thought that gave him confidence for the upcoming meeting. He knew the other houses had talented folks running them, but they were nothing but the same competition that he had wiped out in ascending to where he was. In 8 months, he had stirred up the entire system of the Silverspire household, the entire order of power. It had always been an almost presidential power, with the head of the family having executive decisions, but of course would have to run ideas by the Order of the Spire, a group that ran most of the Silverspire line, that made sure only pure bloods of Oromis would ascend, with 3 head representatives (hidden from public of course). Powerful in magic and the growing technological age, this Order ran the family from the inside, using the President as a figurehead (though often the President was a part of the Order). The Silverspires were fine with this though, as they were kept in a solid position, and things were alright. Of course, the head of the family made all the public appearances and decisions, yet could be removed from power. Not actually removed of course, but they would be sent on a "vacation" of sorts, and when he, or she, came back, it seemed they got along with the Order of the Spire famously.

Andrew had put an end to this, infiltrating the Order first, and using various talents and strings, shook it apart, and made his ascension to the head of the family as not only the "president", but the head of the Order as well, knocking it down to only one representative. With his craftiness and political mastery, he was able to takeover the entire family, and somehow did it without piling up masses of enemies within his own house. Of course, with all this, he was unable to really appear to the public much, and now he had to make his debut. Of course the other families probably wouldn't like him, which was fine, he would make them suffer if they tried to directly attack him. With such a powerful position, his new goal was to take the entire government.

After putting on his wristwatch, which of course was a bit more than that, he sighed. It was time. This could be an important beginning, or a tragic end; or both. Of course, he didn't plan on being the one to fall, there were plenty of others who would grudgingly take that for him.
Spacing Out Andraus
(I'll wait to post the Raven Boy till l8r)

 

[Trombone Geek]

Riveliur buttoned his jacket's collar up and tucked his chin into it, pulling the hood over his face, mostly concealing his identity. He wasn't interested in the Yunakaian Plutocracy's interest in his homeland, the Dead Zones, and didn't care for some weird detainment and following interrogation he was sure would happen, either. He had seen too much human cruelty over thirty-four years to hold much trust or faith in them. Even the children, before they can even read, learn simply by watching their friends and families mistreat others. At this point, humanity's hatefulness might as well be genetic.

As it was, Riveliur's hair--which had beads in it, today, and a feather charm given to him by his mother that he only wore on nice days--like today--drew attention, even from underneath the hood, and the demon hunched his shoulders and bowed his head underneath the weight of the crowd around him, willing them not to look at him, to come after him in a mob. He'd heard many stories in his younger days about the deliberate genocide by vengeful human groups enacted upon members of his species. It wasn't his generation that committed the atrocities of either of the Demon Crises, but here they all were anyways, paying for it with their lives, their families, their homes.

You might even say that Riveliur outright hated humanity. Not that he could really bring himself to do that, but he would much rather be left alone, thanks.

The demon paused in his stride, moving out of the street and to a sidewalk to look up at the city all around him. It really wasn't something he was used to, although all the metal and concrete and glass did provide a good shelter from the otherwise wintry world around him. Well. Maybe it was warm for the rest of them--spring-ish weather. But Riveliur was usually freezing his ass off.

Now that he was actually here, Riveliur wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. Yunakai didn't seem to pride itself heavily on being a tourist attraction, so he didn't have as much information on where he could visit, and unlike Sinthenun's icy walls of acceptance, Yunakai gave him chills. Many surviving Bathelonians had come to Yunakai, while others had filtered their way to the Roselands pre-isolation. Yunakaians didn't generally favor demons anyways, since they had been betrayed by the reigning clans during the Second Demon Crisis.

There. Someone was approaching him with an angry stance, shoulders tense, fists balled, and Riveliur ducked his head and skittered into an alleyway, hoping to find a shortcut away.

"Don't think I don't know what you are, demon scum!" the man shouted as he charged into the alleyway, drawing the attention (and interest) of several members in the crowds, with a few departing to follow the now-mob-leader and others simply continuing on their way without a care.

Riveliur came to a dead end, cursed quietly to himself, and whirled to face the group of five who had hounded him down. A scrawny orphan bearing a wicked knife and feral snarl, a few soldiers, a city guard, for fuck's sake, and the original, huge brawler that had started it all. Forcing himself to relax, Riveliur rose to his full height of 6'4'', which was taller than everyone besides the ringleader, and tilted his head regally. "Can I help you?" he asked the motley crew, putting on his best impression of an unaffected, apathetic man.

"Ye, ya c'n," said the orphan in butchered words. "Hand ove' tha fancy belongins, first of all," she offered.

"Maybe lay down and die fast, too," snarled the ringleader. Riveliur rose an eyebrow, his seaglass gaze shattering into sharp shards.

"I don't think I'm going to let a pack of mutts scrabble over my things and my life," the demon said archly, reaching into an inner coat pocket and grabbing his knife.

As expected, the orphan hung back, street-smart; but one of the soldiers rushed forwards, sword drawn but shield forgotten at his side. "Even I can fight better than that!" Riveliur taunted, dodging the attempted slash and flipping his butterfly knife open, turning and slashing across the guard's unprotected cheek. The sudden, unexpected weapon led the other soldier and city guard to advance as well, neither of them aiming for detainment, but for cold-blooded murder.

Less confident, Riveliur shrunk back slightly, his heel hitting the wall behind him. Cornered, heavily outnumbered, in a city that hated him. Absolutely lovely place to die, he thinks.

"I've survived going through the few human towns in the Bathelonian Dead Zone, and this is where I die?" he muttered, voice taught like barbed wire, grabbing the guard's shield bash and thrusting him back into the soldier. The brawler sidesteps the two falling men, and Riveliur takes the gap into his advantage, rushing the men as they try to get up and slashing one shallowly across the forehead, more to freak him out (head wounds bleed a lot) than to kill him, and proceeding to stomp on the kneecap of the other one.

The brawler snags Riveliur's hood, yanking it down and the demon back into a headlock in the same motion, and Riveliur's hand drops as his grip on the knife flips and he stabs the blade into the brawler's leg, forcing him to let him go but losing his weapon in the process. There's still another soldier, but the orphan is only watching keenly from the alleyway entrance. What a shitshow.

"I'm not here to bother any of you. I just want to be left alone." As he says this, his foot flies out to kick the stumbling brawler in the stomach, incapitating him for long enough to retrieve his knife, wipe it on his dark pants, fold it up. "I'm leaving." He yanks his collar as high on his face as it will go, pulls his hood up again, and leaves.

They know what he looks like now, and he'll probably be detained and put in a courtroom with an unfair jury where he'll be charged for assault, not self-defense, but he doesn't care right now. His visit to Yunakai has been ruined, and he just wants to leave.

@ Anyone, I just caused a huge commotion in the streets, enjoy

 

[DemetrioMachete]

From the ashes, our Messiah established his order: the Gray Clergy. His dreams of sainthood, godhood, were snuffed out by a single split second decision. We of the Clergy do not believe so strongly in luck or karma, and so the rumors of Klaus and his foolishness will not be tolerated.
​

Jasper knelt in respect as he listened to his elders. Today, they said, would yield a particularly special occassion. He was to leave the deadlands, to seek the key to Resurrection. His eyes remained closed across his face, speckled with dirt and ash, which seeped into his beard and across his long hair. The floral shirt he wore had fading colors, remarkably wiped clean of ash, though the white trousers he wore would surely have pitch grey knees, as he knelt upon the ashes which his people tread and slept upon. His breathing, deep and steady, persisted in keeping him alive as he found himself surrounded by the elders; men and women in solid grey robes and hoods obscuring their faces. They reached down, gently brushing their withered hands across Jasper's back.

"When Messiah Klaus is restored, we may resume his work in this new world, so alien from his time. It is into this world, Prophet Jasper, you must traverse. Find those willing to serve our cause, unearth the lost secrets of the old magic, find a way to restore the flesh, soul, and free will of Heinrich Klaus. Fulfill this great burden, and you may be fortunate enough to be blessed with the scars: scars across your mouth. Like our master and his unflattering grin the scars shall bestow the boast and brag of your true transcendence. Now go, young Jasper. A world beyond our ashes await you."

Jasper did as told, with no words escaping his lips as he rose, and, after being pointed in the right direction, began to wander off, towards the developed cities of Morganna. The demons that inhabited the Alethean Deadlands never dared to cross the Gray Clergy. They still remembered Klaus. They remembered his fearless assault against the Infernal King. They feared that one day he may return and let his wrath be known, and that murdering his followers would make that day come ever swifter. This was not their realm, and they could not banish Klaus from it.

Minutes turned into hours as Jasper trekked on, unimpeded by exhaustion, so formidable was his stamina. Even as his round belly jiggled with harsher movements, it did little to slow him down. The man moved like a hungry creature, calmly stalking its panicking prey, preserving its energy while it awaited its food's exhaustion.

Soon, though, he saw it. The lights of modern civilization. As he looked upon it, he fell to his knees. He looked to the bleak, dark skies above and began to laugh. His cheeks puffed up and his eyes shut, his lips curling up to reveal his yellow teeth as his high pitch voice expressed its elation in the form of has, hehs, chuckles and guffaws. When finally, he stopped laughing, he spoke. Seemingly, to himself.

"My, my, my, my my my my! What a truly euphoric day which has befallen me! I dare say my mission is only halfway done. Battles at are merely half of a war, and knowing is half of the battle while the brain makes up only half of knowing. My dear, dear Ahhrekken, wouldn't you agree...?" There was a long silence, as Jasper rose from his knees, seeming to look down as he listened to... The gentle wisps of the wind rustling through his beard.

"Aheheheheheh... perhaps you are right, my guardian spirit. Only in the days of desperation will the sheeple seek true knowledge. I will make my fair wager that today is ever so desperate for the spread of information. Behold these lights upon these buildings which scrape the sky! No man or woman of Messiah's day could take such an architectural feat! But with knowledge comes power, and with power comes greed. And to satiate that greed, they turn back to knowledge to receive more power-THEREFORE! The people of this new world need me." The man stood still upon the transition of ash, dirt and grass, before he merely nodded to himself, advancing further forward.

The ash gave way to dirt. The dirt gave way to grass. Jasper was here. He was! So many portions of the day spent just getting there, he would not waste it. The first thing he found was a lake; unpopulated by peepers. Staring into the waters made Jasper feel and despair against the crusted filth he had been coated with for what seemed like all his life. Seeking to cleanse himself he disrobed, and tossed himself into the lake with a large splash. When he surfaced, he tilted his head toward the sky and laughed again. The freezing chill of the water, what elation! The way the dirt and ash left his skin and beard and hair, it was not like anything Jasper had felt or experienced. When the time came to leave the lake and dry himself, he had never felt so absolved and clean. He dressed himself, back into his ashen clothes, and began to truly make his way into the City of the new age Yunakai...

Andraus Inheritance Trombone Geek (aka best hat ever)

 

[Inheritance]

Ferul Soulscar​

The storms had been...harsh on him. His frail body constantly racked with coughing, as his already low constitution continued to dwindle. It had been a long road, and a harsh one indeed; nobody seemed to like someone who fed on life and soul...of course. Still, he had been discovered more times than he had intended, and still didn't get any closer to achieving any sort of goal. He had began to read up on his own life, who he was, how he came to be. It seems he was lied to, that there was a bit more than he would have thought about who he was. Still, it would be far too late to change anything. The lords of the dark were far too intertwined with him, and his---

He perked up as he saw a figure in the distance speeding towards him on a motorcycle. There were 2 others behind him, firing guns into the air like idiots. He could hear the whooping and hollering from where he was, but was too tired to laugh or even smirk. He needed to feed, and these 3 idiots would have to do it.

Pushing the last bit of strength he had into his staff, a silent prayer to the Dark brought a shadowy orb around him, one that would hopefully protect him from any gunshots. He prepared his mind again for another spell...he needed to get one of them down.
"Arith...jarvi....kazu" He breathed, seeing into the dark. The visions of the lords of the dark swarmed his mind, and he was filled with the unholy power of the Groth-Lakkar. Looking up, he saw the gang coming in close, their weapons tearing apart his shield. He pointed his talons forward, and watched as rays of crimson and shadow launched through his arm and into the heart of the ringleader. His cycle continued forward as he flew off, hitting the ground hard. The cycle sped towards him, but came to a half a mere few feet from Ferul. The other two skidded to a halt, watching their leader slowly stand up, eyes blazing with a shadowy light. Ferul stared at the 3, as the leader raised his gun, aimed, and fired...into the forehead of one of his friends. He turned to the second, but the hardened criminal had already seen enough, and fired back. After a series of bullets, the leader lay dead, and his little hype man bleeding out. Ferul slowly crept up to him, and swiped the gun away. The bleeding man tried to get up, but Ferul was on him, pinning him to the ground with his claws.

"Inher draz boros" He hissed, and began flooding the man's life energy into his own. A few of his wounds healed (including one rather annoying bullet hole), and his strength began to return. Within minutes, the man fell down, a shell of whatever life he had, shriveled, stiff, and very dead. Ferul went around absorbing the other 3, though a live victim was much better. He stood, feeling much better. Wounds gone, and his strength regained, he continued towards Yunakai. The place had to have been better than here...

DemetrioMachete Trombone Geek Andraus Spacing Out

 

[Spacing Out]

Tabitha Theron
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"Well done, Charles." Tabitha commented after he signed off from the hologram projector, offering the older man a small round of applause. "I'm sure that the game will be a hit." Though, Some might consider her action of calling the Azar head by his first name to be inappropriate and rude, But in her opinion it gave her a sense of equality. Despite the rivalry between Theron and Azars that stayed aflame since the dawn of time, She liked to give credit when credit was do. Azars were known for being intectual when it came to all things technological and no one has dared to challenge it for good reason.

Stuffing her hands in the front pocket of her rouge business suit with her matching purse slung acrossed her shoulder, her legs proceeded to unconsciously twist the chair back and forth out of boredom. It was the first meeting of the month, which was dreadful in her opinion. As much as she loved having a say in the government and the wellbeing of Yunakai. The method of it was dunting. It always went by the routine; Someone would present an a idea or conflict that dwelled within their nation, The heads will debate iver it for some time, They vote, and the cycle renewed itself for the next discussion. However, She had a feeling that this meeting will be more entertaining especially since they were to meet the newest head of the Silverspire house, Andrew.

Though she didn't know him personally, His reputation presided him and using public appeal to sniff out a few rumors didn't hurt either. He was the prodigal member of the family with the brain of a military leader, the charisma of a political, and the wit of a conman; Managing gain favor and placing himself as head in four short years. It was clear to her that he already was a threat before he even arrived. Of course she would play the role of a conservative until the time was right.

A light buzz vibrated her purse causing her to scramble through it in an effort to detect who was calling. To her delight, she discovered the ID to be from her longest and dearest friend, Cyrus. She quickly answered and gave the man a wave whilst her nose flared in disapproval of the nickname bestowed upon her. "You know I hate it when you call me that." She complained. However, to her suddenly contentment, karma caused Cyrus to fall as a result of his shoes melting. Tabitha snickered. "I'm glad you made it back home Cy, Morganna hasn't been the same without you. Congrats on your fifth medal! Seems like you're always coming back with something now-a-days. Other than you haven't changed a bit. Wait...Hold on..." Suddenly, She leaned closer to the phone with her eyes squinting. "Is that a peach fuzz on your chin? Ha! I thought you'd never be able to beard!" She teased.

"I won't be able to be on the phone for long. I'm at a meeting right now with your uncle Charles." She flipped the camera so that her fellow plutocrat was on the screen before flipping it back to her. "We're waiting for the newest member, Andrew Silverspire to arrive. I don't know how long we will take. Either way I think we should celebrate. I know you don't like parties so why don't we keep it simply. A ride around town maybe at 8 tonight? Should give you enough time to contact your mother, I'm sure she'll appreciate it." Tabitha knew Cyrus long enough to know that speaking to his mother was the last thing on his mind. They never seen eye to eye but she always that keeping some relationship between them would be beneficial.

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[Inheritance]

Andrew Silverspire​

"Are uh.... are you going to go in?" One of his guards asked over his shoulder. Andrew had been standing right in the blindspot of the security cameras outside the door to the conference room for about 15 minutes. "If you're nervous I can like... give you a pep talk? My cousin was a therapist and-"

"Shut up." Andrew cut in. "Don't be a moron. I restructured the entire Silverspire composition, and smacked the Order in the mouth. All this, I did in less than a decade. You think I'm nervous now?!" Though his tone was harsh, his voice was calm and quiet, enough so his point was made and nobody could hear him through the door.

He wasn't nervous. Not at all. Or at least, no more than he had ever been. He was keeping them waiting, because he wanted them to wait. He wanted to insert himself immediately as the one they would wait on, not the other way around. They would wait on him, and soon would obey him. He looked at his watch. They could wait a bit longer. They wouldn't start without him, especially not on day one. This would be a great day to start.

After another 10 minutes, he stretched, started whistling, and casually sauntered in. He made sure it was apparent that he was in no hurry, and that he either didn't care or didn't even know he was almost 30 minutes late. He flung open the doors, and strolled into a chair. Slowly turning on his own projector, he arrived into the conference.

He waited for a second, and looked as though he might apologize for his tardiness, then leaned back in his chair. He said nothing, just stared at his newest enemies...or "allies". He didn't like this, he wanted to meet in person, and was quite disappointed when he found out it wouldn't be the case. He found it so much less professional, and in general less fun. Still, he continued to stare without saying anything. He didn't need to speak. He didn't feel the need to say anything until they presented a nice opertunity.
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[Inheritance]

Andrew Silverspire​

"Are uh.... are you going to go in?" One of his guards asked over his shoulder. Andrew had been standing right in the blindspot of the security cameras outside the door to the conference room for about 15 minutes. "If you're nervous I can like... give you a pep talk? My cousin was a therapist and-"

"Shut up." Andrew cut in. "Don't be a moron. I restructured the entire Silverspire composition, and smacked the Order in the mouth. All this, I did in less than a decade. You think I'm nervous now?!" Though his tone was harsh, his voice was calm and quiet, enough so his point was made and nobody could hear him through the door.

He wasn't nervous. Not at all. Or at least, no more than he had ever been. He was keeping them waiting, because he wanted them to wait. He wanted to insert himself immediately as the one they would wait on, not the other way around. They would wait on him, and soon would obey him. He looked at his watch. They could wait a bit longer. They wouldn't start without him, especially not on day one. This would be a great day to start.

After another 10 minutes, he stretched, started whistling, and casually sauntered in. He made sure it was apparent that he was in no hurry, and that he either didn't care or didn't even know he was almost 30 minutes late. He flung open the doors, and strolled into a chair. Slowly checking his phone and adjusting his watch, he settled down and looked at them all.

He waited for a second, and looked as though he might apologize for his tardiness, then leaned back in his chair. He said nothing, just stared at his newest enemies...or "allies". Still, he continued to stare without saying anything. He didn't need to speak. He didn't feel the need to say anything until they presented a nice opertunity.
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[Andraus]

Cyrus would let out a laugh. "Hey, I tried to shave! This stuff is uncomfortable, but shaving is space is like trying to clean yourself with wet paper towels- It just doesn't work." He said. When she mentioned going around town for a drive, the grin on his face turn into a full blown smile. "Then it's a date, Kitty-Kat! Get to see those claws move on the dance floor or in a game of pool! I'll pick you up." He said, before clicking the phone off. He didn't comment on his relationship with his mother, because there wasn't one- Cyrus wasn't who she wanted him to be, and he never would be, so why should he bother try?

Cyrus himself had nothing really planned- After getting new shoes, he had to think of ways to occupy himself, but his mind constantly.switched to his (not)date with Tabitha. He was smitten with the girl, it was true, but she played by her tune- Had to play along with it. As this was going through his mind, he almost failed to notice the sounds of a scuffle. Peering into an ally way, he saw some random street thugs being handily beaten by a single individual, who looked like he was hurt. Cyrus let out a noise of disgust- Picking on random individuals for no reason? That he wouldn't let fly.

Hell, the guy wasn't even doing anything serious! He was walking away, when most (he assumed that he was a demon, given how he was dressed and covered up) would do worse. He saw one of the goons get up and start running for him, but Cyrus would pick up a rock and, using telekinesis to apply the appropriate force, launched it at the guy's head with the force of a brick. Cyrus would then walk over towards the man, before placing a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" He asked, genuinely concern.

The thugs likely knew he was an Azar- It wasn't like he could escape public attention, so they'd likely know to back off.

Cyrus would walk towards the man, before holding up his hand. "I am no trained healer, but I know a spell that should fix you up a bit. "He said, before placing his hand on him, and used his magical reserves to begin healing him. Magic wasn't as effective as it used to be, even with his Infernal Blood, but he should still be able to fix up some of the damage. When done, Cyrus would offer the man a hand. "Sorry about that- I hope it doesn't give you a bad idea about the rest of my home, it's really not that bad. Names Cyrus, nice to meet you." He said, trying to be friendly.

He would then see the man looked like hell- He wondered how long he had been like this, and how much he suffered, before looking back and seeing, to his utter disgust, one of their own guards were apart of this! His gaze would harden, before he turned to the man. "One Moment." He said, before walking towards the guard, and slamming him into a wall. He would apply force to the mans arm, as strain from the bone could be heard, Cyrus glaring at the guard. "It is the duty of the Police to serve and protect those who come to our city, even demons, so if you fail in that duty, what does that make you?" He said, before dropping him.

"Be lucky, I am not in charge of the police, or I would have you executed on the spot."

Well, he inherited SOME of his aggression from his ancestor. Military training helped.

Cyrus would look towards the other thugs, staring at him, before putting out his machine gun, and shooting at their feet, causing them to flee. Cyrus would then spit on the ground, before walking back towards the man, all coldness lost and replaced by an awkward smile. "Again, sorry about that- I'll need to talk to General Silverspire about this. In the meantime, how about I buy you something to eat? You look like you could use the food." Cyrus said, trying to be polite to the man who obviously had a bad first time in his home city.

No-one deserved to be treated badly, just because of who they were. Hadn't history already proven that as a bad thing?

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~~~~~

Charles would look towards Tabitha, and give a polite bow of his head, as he saw her give applause. When he saw that she was talking to his nephew, he gave a low sigh- The two had been thick as thieves for as long as he had been Head of House Azar. No doubt she had his nephew snared in her little web, she was a clever political, and a dangerous rival, so he had to be careful around her. "It is good to see my Nephew home, though I wished he would talk to my sister a bit more- She misses being close to her son. "He said. His sister always was a handful, but she had the best intentions had heart.

When Andrew finally made himself known, Charles pinched the bridge of his nose. FINALLY they could get things going, he had to get this underway. "Alright....I am sorry that I had to call this meeting so abruptly, but I am sure you'll both agree that this is a matter of absolute importance." Charles said, before leaning back. "I am sure you all remember my father's reckless attempt for the New Morganna project- It cost quite a bit to come back after all that was done. But ten years ago, I asked for time- for faith in that I could succeed where my father failed."

Charles would then finally reveal the New Horizon on his tablet, as he would look up. "That faith, is finally being rewarded."

He would press a button, which would activate all the info logs and displays on the massive colony ship. "Powered by our most powerful engine feasibly possible, massive in size, and outfitted with the best technology I can craft- This Colony Ship shall reach Israfil in a mere five years, in which a majority of the people will be in cryogenic stasis, to minimize impact and protect them until they reach the planet. The ship can be dismantled, to allow for prefabricated housing and other utilities to be built on the planet, and within an estimation of 25 years, it will be fully possible to send a new wave of colonists, and bring resources back from Israfil to repair our dying world. "

Charles would lean back, as he watched the diagram. "I have poured twenty years of my life into this ship- I refused to allow a magrin for error. Every possible scenario, every possible failure, I've gone through and corrected- To the limit of my mind, this cannot fail. I have done everything in my power to ensure that. If nothing fails, it shall be ready to launch by the end of the year." He said. Was there still a possibility it could fail? Yes, but Charles was no god- He couldn't make it perfect, he could only ensure everything he had done so far would prevent it. "Now we need to deal with the next step- Who shall settle the new world?"

Charles would bring up dossiers on their most outstanding citizens, as well as their families, and place them on the list. "We cannot just send anyone, at least not yet- Israfil will need the best we can afford, to ensure that this colony survives. We will need a strong military presence, to protect the colonists and our interests, and to keep order on the planet. Not to mention, we need to outfit the New Horizon with defensive capabilities, on the off chance we come under attack."

Charles would then sigh. "We also must choose who shall be apart of the active crew during the travel to Israfil- Those that will be piloting the ship and bringing those we choose to this new world- For the pilot.....I vote my nephew, Cyrus Azar." He said, pointing to his dossier. "Experienced Military Leader, strong leadership capabilities, several commendations on his piloting skills, and his own love for space added into one, he is the literally best I can think of to pilot the New Horizon."

Charles would finally stop. "I have said what I needed to- Say what you need."

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[Spacing Out]

Tabitha rubbed her left brow with her index finger in slight annoyance from the constant nicknames that were bestowed upon her. With the click of her phone she stole a quick glance of Charles before stuffing the phone back into her bag. Cyrus relationship with his family was both wretched and somewhat relatable to her. Probably a reason why the bonded in the first place.

Her lips parted slightly to produce a response to Charles that never fully formed. The creaking of the door directed her attention to the young man that waltzed in. Seemingly uncaring of the bad appeal that he was already setting. Half an hour late, walking in as if he had all the time in the world. When she expected an apology to slip out of his mouth, the Silverspire leaned back in his chair and merely stared. At least he was dressed appropriately. She cleared her throat prior to forming a polite, closed smile and shifting her attention back to Charles.

As the older man commenced in his lecture, Tabitha pulled out a notepad and clicked her fountain pen. Scribbling notes down as he spoke like an a child in grade school. It's a quirk that she developed in her first year as a member of the council. It was a bit old-fashioned, However, It was usual for recalling important information from meeting while not seeming as rude as she would be if she typed on her cellular device. Her eyes shifted from the diagram to the plutocrat whilst she wrote, only taking quick glances at her paper to make sure that everything was done effectively.

Hearing Cyrus' name be announced for the position as pilot made Tabitha hand halt from writing much further. She didn't know why she was so surprised, he was obviously the best choice for a leader. From the numerous medals he earned, the position he currently held... Though something inside her was reluctant to admit it. Her mind gradually shifting off into the abyss of her thoughts as a result. After a few moments of daydreaming she pulled herself back to the situation at hand.

When Charles was finished and offered the stage to the other members. She finally spoke up. "Well, first I would like to say that your presentation was quite... Ambitious. Colonizing another planet is something that I know your family had been seeking to accomplish for a long time and you are ensuring that Yunakai is steps closer to achieving it. The ship seems sound in every way and your choice for a pilot is one that I can say is someone that has the respect of every house in this room.... Yet, With this comes some critical questions as well."

She flipped a page of her notes whilst the bottom of the pen was lightly pressed against her jaw. When she found what she was looking for she read it aloud. " Despite how 'detailed' your presentation was, You have not told us anything about this planet. The vegetation, sources of water, can our produce grew there, possible life forms haven't been addressed. Moreover, How do you know if this planet is even worth colonizing? I would assume that you have performed unmaned missions and had willing men scout the planet but you have provided me with no evidence of that."

She looked down at the notepad once more. " You also bring up an important question as you state it 'Who shall settle the new world?'. How many people can the ship contain and what is amount of people you plan on taking. You are right, We can't take everyone but only taking the wealthy and elite, our approval rating will decrease tremendously. So how would your process be for selecting individuals."
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[Inheritance]

Andrew Siverspire
​

While he was glad his presence had an effect, he certainly would have liked to have more of an impact. Whatever, he made himself known, and if they had any idea what he was doing they didn't do anything to stop it, or even address it. Listening in on this new proposal, he continued to look upon the two with increasing disdain, until it grew to solid loathing. Admittedly, Tabitha didn't piss him off near as much as Charles-at least she was at least partially against Charles' game. Of course he was trying to colonize a new planet so that he may be the savior of it, the great Charles Azar, his efforts colonizing the new world. That would throw far too much power into his hands, something that would be hard for even Andrew to come back from. So at least Tabitha wasn't that daft, and could see through some lies (though she was undoubtedly thinking the same as he, and was only calling him out for selfish reasons...which he admired). Even so, he noticed she was writing things down that was said, and he almost laughed out loud. Obviously couldn't remember this stuff herself, and therefore hardly a rival...though she still needed to be removed. However, as a bit of a...well to be honest, he was just trying to get a reaction. He clicked his own pen on and off as she spoke, but as soon as she was done, so was he. Why did he do it? Who knows- he was young.

Even so, he hated the idea entirely. WHY leave? Why go to another planet at all? Sure, getting supplies is great and all, but why populate other planets, when they hadn't conquered this one. He hadn't even conquered his own nation yet, a third of it sure, but that wasn't near enough. He couldn't let this plan go through, there was just far too many negatives, and little to none positive. The question was now, was how aggressively he wanted to attack this.

"I have to agree with some of the points she makes." He said, waving a hand at her, the little sign trying to show a superiority. "I think there are just way too many problems with this. For one, after the catastrophic failure you just mentioned, how could we possibly send a bunch of civilians up to some unknown planet? You can't expect us to take your word and your word alone-that's a good way to repeat your families' destruction." HIS family. Distancing Charles from them, hopefully. "Besides, how could we be so happy on moving along when this planet isn't fully taken? I think we should have our home world down before we try and go somewhere else...I mean what if we wake something up that shouldn't be AWAKE?"

He stopped for a moment, glancing back and fourth between the two. For a brief moment, he felt a moment of...fear? Was it really fear? Were these the two that would bring him fear? An old man and his handmaid? THESE two? After all he had faced, at such a young age, why was he afraid now. For the first time, he actually felt his youth, and envied the wisdom the other two had.

But the pause was only for a moment, for after that, he was back to his old self. "And I'm not sure who you think you're dealing with, but of course your NEPHEW would be the choice to captain it." He wasn't all too familiar with the guy, considering he spent most of his life taking over his family, but there was no way it was a good idea. "I can find someone better within a few days, and that's only if I can begin to appreciate the..."plan" you've proposed. If you want to leave so badly, why don't you just pack the family bags and go? Then you can send us postcards from your new lovely planet. But if not, I must say, your plan is a cowardly one that assumes that the people of Yunakai would rather run from their problems then solve them." He said this last line, glaring directly at Charles. He could take it as he wanted, as Andrew was certain he had kept a calm and almost quiet tone, enough so he wouldn't look like the aggressor.

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[Trombone Geek]

Riveliur growled in irritation when he heard more footsteps, and whirled around just as some other person's hand touched his shoulder, knife blade bared towards the other man's throat. He paused for a moment, observing the stance and genuine concern in his voice, before flipping the knife shut and pocketing it. "Fine," was his curt reply. He turned to leave, hunching slightly to favor his bruised ribs, but the newcomer's offer of healing wasn't one he would easily refuse. Maybe this city did have something redeeming to it.

The spell burned slightly--even good intentions didn't spare a demon from the burn of holy magic, only lessening it--but the bruise mottling Riveliur's side faded. His posture straightened to his full height, unhindered by pain or any attempt to disguise himself. "Thank you." He cocked his head at the man's response. Cyrus--Azarus? Surprising, a higher-up paying attention to a lowly street scuffle. Riveliur tried not to let this new information color his impression of the man.

The demon rocked back and forth on his heels as he watched Cyrus deal with the guard who had taken part in the battle, disciplining him rather harshly. Riveliur wasn't a fan of revenge, having seen how it twisted people who got lost in the violence, but man did it feel good to watch the guard squirm. Cyrus's cold attitude vanished with the thugs, and in a surprising--probably bipolar--shift of mood Cyrus had offered to feed him.

Riveliur tested a slight smile in return, close-lipped in a subconscious attempt to hide his sharp teeth. "I would gladly take up an offer for food, but are you sure you want your public image to be caught with a demon? You have done quite enough already--if you are unwilling to go through with that, I understand completely." Well, no, Riveliur actually didn't, but he wouldn't be caught dead with a shallow man if he could help it anyways. Cyrus seemed real enough, but Riveliur's observances weren't concrete, and he had been tricked before.

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[Andraus]

Cyrus would wave his hand. "Nah, I quit caring about my public image a long time ago, that's for my uncle and woman who gave birth to me to deal with. It's actually kinda common to be around the public and commoners, no offense meant, so I am probably around non-humans and tieflings more than I am around humans. " Cyrus said. Cyrus saw the mans attire, looking and matching much of the ragged outfitting that he saw in the Dead Zones. He would then hold out his hand. "Only offering, but if you need some new clothes, I can hook you up with a store that sells to your people- The girl I know isn't a bigot, her father is though, so you'll need to go on her time if you don't wanna be charged exorbitantly. Or, I could just order you some- no big deal." He said, flippantly.

Cyrus would finally lead him to the ocean side restaurant known as the 'Aqua-View Barbecue', as they'd immediately usher Cyrus and Riveliur in. Stepping into their room, Cyrus would sit down and let out a sigh. "Be glad I met ya when I did- I just got back to earth, was going to grab a bite to eat when I stepped on by. Curious why you didn't kill them, but it takes real strength not just outright destroy a problem." Cyrus said, he would hand Riveliur a menu, before looking inside himself. "The fact that you could've killed them, but didn't, spoke a lot about you, so I wanted to help out." He said. The man was obviously examining him for hidden blades, so the best Cyrus could do was be honest.

Cyrus would watch as the waitress brought Quesadillas on a plate, before Cyrus would try to strike up pleasant conversation. "So what brought you to Yunakai, stranger?" He asked. The only demons he actually knew anything about were the ones who worked on his farms at New Aizen, so his knowledge of interacting with them was quite limited. He met travelers, sure, but everyone was different. Hell, he didn't even know this guys name!

Had to start somewhere...

Trombone Geek

~~~~~

Instead of looking perturbed at the questioning, Charles actually looked like a spider would to it's meal- that they were caught in a trap. "Funny you two should mention that- I happen to have images from the planets surface." Charles said, slightly smug.

Wait....He's been sending unmanned missions, WITHOUT council knowledge?! How?! He'd need resources the Azar family didn't have to even BEGIN to send probes!

Charles would press a couple of buttons, before images of Israfil's surface would appear. "Recorded videos of the rover's travel on the surface show the vegetation similar to Morganna- Image 1 shows a grassland with growing forests, very much similar to the Wraeclest Forest. The planet has a Nitrogen-Oxygen atmosphere from scans we've done, the composition is almost exact to our own. " He said, before pressing the button on the side of the device. "Image 2 shows the chosen landing site for the New Horizon- A plateau of rivers and grassland, perfect for irrigation, next to hills and forests to sustain a growing population. We're calling it 'Kilmorph's Glade', in honor of the dead god. May his will be done."

Charles felt he had the upper hand, for once- He played a card he knew none of them expected, and he was pressing the attack. "I have more, but of course, you want more solid evidence- Perfect, I can show you." He said, before picking up his briefcase. Opening it, he'd reach into it, before pulling out several things- a nugget of platinum, two medical bottles of water, and a set of unknown berries. The water and the berries were preserved in cyrostasis, but Charles would gesture to them. "These were taken near Kilmorph's Glade. The water was matched with ours, it's 100% healthy to drink, once purified, I have lab results right here. The Berries, which we've taken to calling them Yunk Berries, are safe for human consumption and there are many different species on the planet." Charles said.

Leave it to the Azar to do lab work on simple things like this- They were no joke when it came to technical stuff.

Charles would then hold up a nugget. "But this might interest you the most- This is a platinum nugget, found near a cave system on the planet, and it matches the composition of Morganna's almost exactly. This little thing, with the shortage of precious metals as I am SURE you are aware of, Councilor Silverspire, is worth quite a bit." He said, handing it to both of them to prove it's authenticity. "This little thing is about 14 ounces- that's almost thirteen thousand credits worth of platinum in that little nugget." Charles said.

He would then let out a sigh. "I don't think I need to remind either of you about our resource shortages- No-one has stuck an ore rich mine in the last year, we've had terrible harvests the last five years, disease is spreading among our livestock rapidly,we're losing rain forests by the dozens, and the water levels are rising, Amberjack was completely flooded last year, and water hasn't gone down! Millions are homeless! We need to face facts- Morganna is dying. We can mourn it, but we cannot die with it." Charles said, a tone of finality in his voice.

It was common belief among Azar and their supporters that Morganna was failing- Lack of resources, illness, natural disasters, and civilian unrest made many people lose faith that it could be saved, and thus, most would likely jump at the chance to flee before they died with it.

When Andrew mentioned him going, Charles would just....smile sadly, before leaning back. "If it were up to me, Andrew, I would love nothing more than to see the Yunakai Flag flying proudly over Kilmorph's Glade, claiming Israfil as our own, for I have poured twenty years of my life to see this succeed....but that is not my fate..." Cyrus said, before sitting straight. "Now for the bad news...Despite my best efforts, and that of the doctors, I am afraid it is finally coming to pass- I am dying." Charles said.

It was last year- Charles was diagnosed with Leukemia, otherwise known as Blood Cancer, and he had been growing weaker. He had tried to fight it, and it was clear on Charle's face that he was losing.

"The doctors give me, at best, two years- more than enough time to set my affairs in order." Charle's said, waving his hand. One thing you could give the Azar was dedication to their land. Even if he was dying, he was doing what he thought was best for their survival. Charle's would then look over. "But that also brings another order, and why I am having my nephew pilot the New Horizon- I am declaring Cyrus Azar as my Heir, so when I pass on, he shall inherit the title as Plutarch for the Azar Family. He shall be informed during the Festival of Unification" Charles said. The Festival of Unification celebrated the founding of the Plutocracy, when the three families united to protect Yunakai.

This put the Azar in a POWERFUL position- If this gamble paid off, and a colony is set up on Israfil by the Azar familly, they would have neigh-unstoppable power. They'd control the mineral trade, food, exotic exports...not to mention the idea of what would happen if the Azar went through with this, but the other families did not- They'd be able to build something on Israfil, and that might lead to resentment among the colonists, who'd likely oppose Morganna-based rule. Since the leader would technically be the Captain of the ship heading to Israfil, that would Cyrus in charge of the entire planet.

Leave it to the Azar to pull a dagger like this out, but it didn't seem like he was done.

Charles would finally speak up about the one curious question- Colonists. "As for Colonists....well, I have plenty of eager volunteers, but like you said Tabitha, this is a mission meant for the most capable- Engineers, Scientists, Soldiers, and Doctors of the highest caliber...which is why I am sure you'll be happy to know our people will not be at risk, except for my own Nephew." He said, before leaning back. "The Synthenun Federation was more than willing to devote their most capable to this noble cause."

The Synthenun....That was a low blow, even for the Azar. The Federation and the Plutocracy had been ancient enemies since the dawn of the Kingdoms. The Synthenun Federation was currently the world's superpower, but they were also a people who believed in pragmatic thinking- They likely knew that something needed to be done, before Morganna was truly lost, and this mission was likely their attempt at repairing the damage. This would ensure that the Federation remained unchallenged.

The Azar were known to be slippery when it came to situations where they were pressed against a wall, but Charles had pulled a fast one this time- Working with their ancient enemies was as much a sign of progress as a publicity stunt- Doing this made it seem as though the Azar were willing to work to repair the damaged bridges between the two powers, and if the other families tried to oppose this, it would make them seem like they were trapped in the pasts. He got some of the best people on this project, and in doing so, the resources that made it possible.

The Infernal Blood in their veins made them clever at manipulating the game of politics.

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[Trombone Geek]

"Um.. I've enough money from various exploits that I can take care of myself in terms of clothing. But thank you for that offer." He follows Cyrus--the man knows these streets much better than Riveliur himself. He hesitated slightly, hunching on himself again before entering the restaurant that Cyrus had led him to, letting the man's casual conversation ground him slightly. "I didn't kill the out of a selfish reason. I don't want stigma or the law held to my throat like a knife.. So. What's outer space like?" he asked, taking a seat and a distraction.

"I appreciate this, Cyrus. It means a lot to see kindness from someone who walked into an alleyway and saw an unscathed demon surrounded by injured humans. Most would have leaped to less-than-pleasant conclusions with that, and would have attacked me." He let the pilot order for him, not really caring what he ate (or knowing, in some cases, what a lot of the items were).

"I came to Yunakai for--" He paused. Stranger? Oh. He'd forgotten to introduce himself. "I'm Riveliur, by the way. You may call me Rivel if you wish. Anyways--I'm just traveling Morganna. Not really doing anything specific, just observing the world. Seeing how the Crises have changed people, and just how humanity has evolved in general." He ate his food to halt the conversation for a moment, considering.

"Some of the things I have seen are... unpleasant. Much more unpleasant than back-alley assaults. I would not suggest traveling to anyone weak of heart."

Andraus (Sorry for the short post)

 

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The chair made a soft sound as Tabitha leaned her back against the leather seat. The planet seemed so primitive, untouched by the hands of evolution and technology. Israfil possessed the same characteristics of Morganna on what she imagined to be in its purest state. Her eyes veered towards the materials set before them by Charles. He looked rather pleased with his presentation, speaking about his findings with such confidence. She lifted up the Platinum nugget and examined it closely.

Charles did leave some valid points. Citizens of Yunakai were being to lose faith in Morganna abilities to remain viable. The effects of the occurrences crafted by the various species in the planet were beginning to take a toll. Tabitha couldn't deny the fact that the country needed a second option. However, There was one that she found unappealing.

Tabitha was about to speak until she seen Charles expression become saddened. What she heard next wasn't anything that she anticipated. She remained silent when he told the news. Her emotions weren't distinctive except being flustered. She could only imagine what Cyrus would feel when the time comes around. It left her to wonder who else knew about his condition.

What she knew now was that everything regarding the mission has changed in her mind, for better or worse was still to be determined. Especially when the councilman mentioned that the Synthenun Federation was apart of the operation, one of Yunakai's rivals.

"My deepest sympathy to you, Charles. I had no knowledge of your condition..." Tabitha finally said in concern. "In fact, That is one of the many things that I was not aware of. "Tabitha's face become more stern. "First and foremost, Your administration has sent unmanned mission to this planet without the authorization of the council, Which I must remind you is a serious offense. It takes five years to reach the planet correct? Which means that for five years you have been working under our noses. Not to mention The Synthenun Federation, a enemy of the state, that you have conducted negotiations with. It is beginning to make sense why you had so much funing for your "noble cause". How long have you been working with them hm? Because I'm guessing you've been doing this from the start. What did you offer them? Resources, land? Though, We may not like each other this Plutocracy can only function with some layer of trust and respect for eachother. Right now, you are losing it."

A sigh managed to come out prior to her continuing on. "I agree that Morganna as a whole is concerning in a regards of how long it may be able to sustain life for. The Mission does leave promise: Yunakaian will have something to depend on of things don't last, We can be seen as a force to beckoned with once again or cowards by foreign nations, and it will cover our need to expand our horizons beyond this planet. However, Even if I did turn my cheek on the offenses that you have down there are still holes in your plan."

"How do you know that the Federation could be trusted, they have been our enemies for centuries? There is no official decree between our two nations sicne you have went behind our backs nor do we know what you have offered to them. Not only that think of how they may perceive us now. Because of your actions, We do not appear to be a united front.

"Not only that, My options on Cyrus know has doubts. You naming him heir to your house makes him a conflict of interest. Therefore I am giving you a few options: Cyrus can be the captain of the ship or WE as a council find someone that we find to be a more qualified person for the position as Captain. Though, I doubt that we will find another who has received 7 Medals, commander of a fleet, and is at the ripe age of 23." Her last statement was directed towards Andrew. She knew that Cyrus was the best in Yunakai and no one could compare, Yet, She didn't want to prevent the sastifaction of Andrew admitting that she was right. "Due to the lack of certainty that I have that you will not pull another one of these offenses again. I require there be representatives for all three houses on both planets to keep a watchful eye on the progression and make decisions as they see fit."

She cleared her throat as she went down to her last two points. "If this plan gets approved, I believe that some of our finest men and women should be able to venture off for the benefit of our countries. However to my knowledge of public affairs, Civilians will be more open minded and enthusiastic if you let people of their stature go as well. Take some school teacher, aspiring college graduates, whoever seem fit for the journey. Only a few, Have a application for the mission open to the public but select them with discernment. You can take a kid from the fight but you can't take the fight from the kid. I also don't want the same things to happen on Israfil that occurred because of the ignorance of our creations. I want everything that you plan of utilitizing to be environmentally efficient and friendly."


She adjust her outfit. "Just to be clear, I am not completely sold on this yet and I believe that Morganna Perservation can still work. It is nice to have a backup plan when Morganna is truly deemed too far gone to be saved." She turned her attention to Andrew. "Councilman Silverspire, is there something that you would like to add?"

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