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The Federation of Aerlanica | "It's not so much a celebration more than it is an impromptu gathering. Most you'd get is a large crowd of civilians and soldiers on furlough, but nothing in the way of a twenty-one gun salute, or a medal being offered to you." He sighed. He let out a laugh. They entered the hangar and the scent of...well...something having burned was still somewhat fresh, and a layer of smoke remained. Still though, the Aerlanican soldiers who came with the repurposed freighter looked with shock, surprise, amazement and awe at the dragon before them. One of them, a "goat-person" that Kas'kalor deduced to be a Shakar, bowed very deeply so as to point their horns towards the ground, while the other soldiers simply gazed wide eyed at what was, quite literally, a dragon. "Hello there chaps! This is the esteemed Kas'kalor, they are the politician in question." One Aerlanican soldier, who was about the same height as Jonathan (that is, dwarfed by the dragon) managed a meek wave and a silent murmur of "Hello", however there was otherwise no response from the stunned Aerlanicans. Jonathan looked to Kas'kalor and smiled. "You must forgive us, we don't interact with dragons what so ever, sorry." | |
The Magical Islands of Fivalia | "I would expect no such honors. Afterall, it is not like we've swooped in at some pivotal moment in a crisis and saved your entire nation. To be honest I'm a little surprised we're getting as much media attention as we are. I'd assumed this would be a strictly military matter, and therefore not immediately open to the public." "I'm more than happy to answer questions, but if it's all the same to you I'll be provided vague answers to any questions on where exactly I come from. While I trust you, I can't say I trust everyone in your nation with the location of my home." As the two entered the hangar, Kas'kalor quickly examined the soldiers. They suppressed a smug grin at seeing the Shakar bow, it was certainly satisfying to see that even those who never interacted with the dragons of Vauhine, and by extension Fivalia, still understood the species prominent stature. Despite this inward satisfaction, Kas'kalor maintained an outward appearance of a cordial smile, this was not the time for public smugness." Kas'kalor's gaze locked on the Aerlanican who'd waved. They stared unblinkingly for a few moments before dipping their head as a sign of respect. "Hello to you as well," they turned to look over the soldiers as a group. "I must say, I'm not surprised at your, how shall I say, stunned reaction. If you have never interacted with dragons before then of course I would be a confusing sight. But worry not, I do not take offense at your stares. I'm well aware that my kind are unusual compared to the myriad of sapient species making up this universe. I would also like to apologize for indirectly kidnapping your leader. As you can see, he has been returned not only unharmed, but bearing a new potential ally. Now, shall we depart for the surface?" | |
The Intergalactic Federation of Roxium | The agent pondered for a moment. "I know the Op-CO wants to keep this under wraps until we've entered hyperwarp, but given that you seem cooperative..." The agent pauses. Some of the other agents start looking at the agent that was speaking to No’akly with a kind of "Are you seriously about to break protocol?" look. "The Celestial that has our employers riled up has been a problem since he first became known to us. He first became known during a... 'Crisis' involving an ally of our employers and another, hostile, nation on this world. We were tasked with finding some method of neutralizing him after it became clear that he posed an existential threat to our employers should they intervene in that 'Crisis'." "Our Op CO was chosen to head an Anti-Celestial Initiative due to his success in other... deicidal projects in collaboration with another organization similar to this one. This project you're about to be part of is the third of the Anti-Celestial Initiative projects. And before you ask, the first two projects never made it past the prototyping and testing phases. The Rangti-Jo are not exactly fond of our Op-CO due to those failures." "That Celestial that started this whole mess... is Iblion." | |
The Magical Islands of Fivalia | The whole time the agent was talking No’akly was smiling happily… right up until it was confirmed that the celestial in question was Iblion. As soon as that name was uttered she took on a much more somber, almost fearful tone. She remained silent for several minutes before finally speaking. “You mean to neutralize Iblion? That is… not the celestial I was expecting. This… complicates things. You see…” she paused and stared at the agent. “I have half a mind to kill myself for the good of Fivalia, but I do not think I have the mental strength to do that,” she paused again. “You said this was the third attempt? How confident are you that it will succeed. Be honest with me or I swear upon the lives of all who came before me that you will need to kidnap a new dragon.” | |
The Empire of Tyramon | "No, not really. Not too many unusual visitors like that." ****** Vara leaned her head against Erwin, who felt as the side of her horns pressed slightly against his head. ****** The wizard nodded. ****** "I...I suppose I cannot blame you for that...I, too, must do what I have to in order to protect my crew. Very well...the best thing you can do is to remove the propulsion core. It isn't small, but it is the key to the ship's movement, and without it the ship will not move." (Yes, I believe so.) Dje nodded. Kania was in shock at her sudden transformation, but nodded reluctantly. She was a bit uncomfortable - unsurprising for a non-shapeshifter - but did not voice a complaint. Before Kania could even finish that sentence, Dje had teleported the three of them to the underground room full of various treasures - gold bars, silver bars, jewels and jems. There were also old artworks and sculptures, and some other items that didn't look so valuable - random metal pieces, vials of liquid, and boxes of papers, to name a few. ~~~~~~~ (We can skip ahead.) | |
The Intergalactic Federation of Roxium | "The Rangti-Jo have next to no confidence this will work, and I share that same sentiment. In all honesty, I see our employer's other scheme as having a higher success chance." "As for what happened with the first two attempts, the first one, a bomb with the power to wipe out entire solar systems, was scrapped after the first prototype was tested over concerns of 'Too much collateral damage'. The second attempt was initially taking the bomb and converting it into some kind of beam weapon, but the Op-CO got some strange idea while that was still on the drawing board. I don't know the exact details, but the second attempt would become some... giant biomechanical mech. | |
The Intergalactic Federation of Roxium | (Decided to push the Galliadurm stuff forward a bit along with spinning up some new stuff...) Galliadurm, Planet Augusta, Solar System Amaterasu-Gamma 3, Roxium Galactic District Volkron, Solania Galaxy, Galactic Union Sector Trigon, Augusta's Universe Some time has passed since "The Incident". The Roxium United Armed Force people Eauen spoke to, along with their kewsub, have returned to Augusta, but are still keeping the body over concerns of potential Fel corruption. The body itself is still giving off a "Concerning amount of Fel", enough to kill off any plant life within a few meters of it and induce increased aggression in any animals within that same distance. The site of the "Incident" still has a large RUAF presence, and they're refusing to let anyone enter said site. Eauen now knows what was responsible for that tourist's violent death: The DDR, formally known as the Democratic Demon's Republic. She was told that they're a faction of demons that were formed from the remnants of an older demon faction called the Burning Legion. (https://warcraft.wiki.gg/wiki/Burning_Legion) Eauen is now fully aware of the damage the DDR could do to Galliadurm, and the danger they pose to not only the rest of Augusta, but also other worlds... Should the DDR invade Galliadurm and gain control of the Interworld Array, Earth and any other inhabited planet in that universe could be in great danger... Meanwhile, a Perädu Torq somewhere on Augusta has somehow vanished without a trace, and quite suddenly too. Any attempts at retrieving it are also somehow failing... It's as if that Perädu Torq has been removed from reality itself along with whoever was wearing it... Elsewhere on Augusta... Something happened... Something sinister... As quickly as it started, it ended... A lone Galliadurm in some out-of-the-way place out of public view has an... unfortunate encounter... One moment the tourist was doing... what ever... The next moment, reality itself is torn asunder as the unfortunate Galliadurman tourist suddenly "Falls" into a rift that leads out of Augusta's plane of reality... That tourist suddenly sees a black sky with ethereal bands of green light snaking their way across it. Also in view are landmasses that defy gravity and ominous black metal structures. The unfortunate Galliadurman tourist is no longer on Augusta... They have been suddenly transported to another plane of reality... A place of Fel and Demons... A place of chaotic energies... The Twisting Nether. The rift closes before the tourist can even turn around, completely cutting them (and their Perädu Torq) off from Galliadurm and Augusta... Demonic beings start closing in... | |
The Meso-islander Polity of Galliadurm | ||
The Intergalactic Federation of Roxium | Galliadurm, Planet Augusta, Solar System Amaterasu-Gamma 3, Roxium Galactic District Volkron, Solania Galaxy, Galactic Union Sector Trigon, Augusta's Universe As of now, the Information Coterie has no means of reaching the Twisting Nether, making any hopes of rescuing that tourist a pipe dream. As for retrieving the body of the other tourist... In response to the "Incident", the Roxium Federation has started work to establish diplomatic ties with Galliadurm. Some adjustments are made to the QRS.NET node satellites closest to the island to allow direct Roxium-Galliadurman communications, with the side-effect of enabling ghosrims to receive Roxium civilian radio broadcasts and... "See" the Roxium internet. A Galliadurman tourist has been afflicted with a... peculiar ailment, or rather, curse, after visiting the Roxium Federation Augusta (Cape of Good Hope) Territory. And no, this has nothing to do with the DDR. That tourist is of course not alone, as a handful of Roxium citizens got "Infected" at around the same time. As of now, greyish fur is slowly spreading across that tourist's body... Paradise Beach, Roxium Federation Augusta (Cape of Good Hope) Territory, Planet Augusta, Solar System Amaterasu-Gamma 3, Roxium Galactic District Volkron, Solania Galaxy, Galactic Union Sector Trigon, Augusta's Universe A "Bio/Arcane Terrorism" incident has happened, leading to an outbreak of Transmu-AA1-Azeroth-Worgen-B7. An investigation into the outbreak quickly lead to the discovery of a vending machine that was tampered with, leading to it being labelled as an act of "Bio/Arcane Terrorism". This latest incident has been linked to a string of other similar incidents that have occurred over the last few years. So far the identity of the perpetrator behind these incidents is still a mystery. ???, Twisting Nether The tourist is unable to get very far. The orange floating rock he finds himself on isn't all that large, with almost all its edges leading to a bottomless black void below. The only side of the rock that doesn't drop to a bottomless abyss is swarming with demons, mostly Terrorguards (https://warcraft.wiki.gg/wiki/Terrorguard). Some time later, intensive studies and nightmarish experiments are being done to the helpless tourist, all while he's still awake and being pumped full of "Healing" magic to keep him alive... The DDR is trying to study and reverse-engineer his Anasvapti, Perädu Torq, and Uqera node... | |
The Meso-islander Polity of Galliadurm | The DDR in their lofty pursuits will only be able to reverse engineer the Perädu Torq for the functions of that device may come across as something simple. Wafertech only meant to keep chronological data on the tourist's human body they have in their possession. The Uqera node on the other hand? No. That interphasic microorganism was engineered to work against these types of endeavors. Nothing bad will come of trying to find the node, they won't even know its there. Such is not the case with the tourist's unused Anasvapti though, but that too won't be "reverse-engineered". Not because of any particular difficulty or backlash, mind you, but because of the oxymoronic nature of trying to augment something with origins tethering the quantum energy-laced mana (not used as a buzzword) to Aioant Cri, a quantum meso-dimension neighboring the lowest point of the universe(s). A similar experience pertains to how you can train and ride a horse, but never train and ride a zebra. They won't allow it due to centuries of trauma of being preyed upon by feline predators and other predatory animals. Speaking of animals, those afflicted people along with the third tourist to come under threat of a foreign force, though this time not by the hand of the Fel demons, may come across a blessing. A blessing in the form of a sorcerous agent who could provide the means to effectively deal with the Transmu disease. Should they give the agent the reigns to make use of Galliadurm's next level medicines. That agent won't force their hand in order to do this so worry not. Again, their purpose is only to retrieve the third tourist who found themselves in Roxium's Augustan territory. This agent, along with the other agents that have already been deployed to other unrelated areas on their Earth and on Augusta, will only use legal means to enter their territory under a civil name. Without the pomp and circumstance of being a Gallianese official, that won't matter on foreign land. The agent will not attack as long as they aren't unreasonably threatened, Roxium is presumably filled with civilized folk so that shouldn't be a problem. In order to reach the tourist they came for, the agent will likely negotiate. It'll be one less body they'll have to deal with or maybe the whole who has been afflicted. Being an arbrúl sorcerer, this agent will be with the means to quell the threat of this disease in a timely manner; without formulaic spells, again if they are given a chance. Seeing as they are now with the intent to establish diplomatic ties with the much smaller island nation, giving the agent that chance might open up a way to achieve that goal. Though as with how it happened with Tyramon's diplomats and the Primaeri, the only alliance above one that is temporary will be a trade of convenience. Unless they provide a good enough reason that'll persuade Galliadurm's officials to extend that branch. Same with the island's citizens who'll also voice their desires, that which unlike in other nations are actually heard and acted upon. Without delay. Speaking of actions being delayed, the progress of that greyish fur permeating the skin of the third tourist's body isn't moving along as fast as it is with the other afflicted. Gallianese immune systems are a different beast compared to theirs. Given all those years of living under higher quality genomic medicine and the country's "prized" soma carols~. (More about that here> Although the art of cloning exists all over the world in many forms, one would only really witness such a feat take place within a military, brought on by the brightest minds who serve their nation. In Galliadurm however, "generational cloning", brought to the light with the aid of picotechnology, has been made available for civil use. Diligent progression over the years has turned the delicate process of cloning into one which requires little energy, and allows an indefinite amount of cloning. In order to avoid guaranteed legal complications born from having more than one clone to a person, only one clone per person can exist at a time. Furthermore, Galliadurm's cloned citizens prefer not to refer to themselves as a clone, rather a continuation of themselves who are now able to live more fruitfully without worry thanks to their newfound pseudo-immortality. And for just clarification, gallianese citizens are naturally reborn through their own personal vat wombs. The age-old natural process of mammalian reproduction is still a treasured staple. Mothers can choose to forego natural pregnancy, albeit a rare decision. Gallianese women view the tribulations of pregnancy as a way to embrace the pain Emä endures on a daily basis. The first family who would partake in the act of cloning happened to be a family of four who lived near the western coast. Thanks to this family, and a whole wave of people to come, the upsides and downsides of cloning were realized. Boons — ⁃ The soul and one's own consciousness is safely transferred into the clone body through the nodes. ⁃ The lazarus serum in the vat wombs are able to cure physical malformations and genetic disorders a person is born with. ⁃ The Uqera Node in the spinal column sends a signal to registered vat wombs in hospitals upon death to start the cloning process. ⁃ Due to the placement of the Uqera Node, traces of the same serum in the vat wombs can be found within the body's cerebrospinal fluid. ⁃ This signal also pings, and accurately pinpoints the location of death to the Police Wing of the Dracele, allowing for quicker dispatch. ⁃ The Uqera Nodes are severely difficult to damage due to their relative small size and constitution. ⁃ Since they exist in an interphasic state, Uqera Nodes have been rendered invisible and intangible. ⁃ Naturally, citizens possess two Uqera Nodes. One located in the lumbar spine in the spinal column, and the other inside of the vat womb from which the next body will form. ⁃ Deep within the node lies the personification of the individual's will, they who are only visible during periods of disrupted sleep, daydreams and dreams, and when you concentrate on them. ⁃ In the form of a euthanasia switch, only by the demand of the person in question, a clone body can be shut down from the senses and systematically end itself. ⁃ That which is incorporated in the former body will be carried onwards into the next body. The Uqera Node stores this biological data and transfers it over to the individual's personal vat womb. ⁃ Through using the serum inside of the vat wombs in a similar method that is performed within the wæterian repositories, memories could be recorded and developed as a sadegram(s) in order to bring better aid to criminal investigations. Drawbacks — ⁃ Interrupting the cloning process may lead to the development of detrimental physical malformations. ⁃ Citizens are required to be three years old in order to receive the node without complications. ⁃ Activating the euthanasia switch shuts down the Uqera Node, leading to permanent death. ⁃ Once the euthanasia has been initiated with the person being put to rest, the process cannot be reversed. ⁃ Destroying a citizen's vat womb will leave them vulnerable until either the damaged one is repaired or a new one is created. ⁃ It takes time to become familiar with the next body. Learning how to walk after being bedridden in a hospital is equivalent to this. ⁃ There is a chance the person awakening to the new body will be fairly famished. ⁃ Children newly introduced to the cloning process are more "vulnerable" than older citizens. This is due to the fact that it takes time for the two Uqera Nodes to adjust to what's been dubbed the "Demphe Factor". ⁃ Dreadful experiences after death may trigger the creation of another personality that will take its place next to the original. ⁃ Some carcasses, due to the effects of the serum within the vat wombs, may be stricken with a case of incorruptibility. Thus turning them into "perfect mummies", something the Harmäsi craves. With death still relevant as a choice and an outcome, click here to see how the deceased are handled. The Treasured Donjons; a vat womb's safe haven, the donjons. — The Treasured Donjons II; what are the vat wombs? — The Treasured Donjons III; disposal of the culture media waste. — The Treasured Donjons IV; birthplace of the geltué, the vivariums. — The Augmentation Catalyst; True Body Sculpting — *This means people within Galliadurm are altering themselves to be all sorts of things, from eternal adults (citizens who were altering themselves to become eternally neotenous), bearded women (commonly observed as a wild mane reminiscent of a lion's), and "true furries" to biochemistry alterers (citizens who were mad enough to render themselves no longer a carbon-based lifeform), humanoid chimeras, and "cthulhu lites" (citizens who were altering themselves to resemble the various races of lovecraftian works). All this, as one would imagine, inevitably rendered cosmetic adjustments such as wigs, traditional tattoos, make-up, nail polish, face and body paint, and hair dye obsolete in the traditional sense. Cosmetics of today are usually permanent or at least long lasting. Free from the bodily ailments those modern practices used to bring, like wrinkles when you get older.⫸ The Augmentation Catalyst II; Soma Carols — Beginning of the procedure. ⫸ "The Soma Carols begins with a careful selection of the desired genetic traits and modifications. Examples of which can be found below. The Gallianese people, under the guidance of the Soma Choir Counselors, choose from a range of available genetic enhancements, physical traits, and biological foible prevention measures for themselves. Their choices on the matter are made based on a blend of professional and personal preferences and medical consideration." In the middle of the procedure. ⫸ "Once the genetic modifications are chosen, the process moves on to the actual implementation. Our Soma Carols, as stated above, employs a "lesser"—in measure of scale, e.g. macrocosmic alterations and microcosmic alterations—form of cymatic sound, which involves manipulating those special sound waves in a precise and controlled manner with five steps. The first step, the preliminary assessment, involves the person undergoing a thorough medical evaluation to ensure they are in good health and that there aren't any potential complications that need to be addressed before proceeding. The second step, soundwave mapping, involves the Soma Choir Counselors using the biological map taken from the Perädu Torqs. An extremely detailed map of the entire body with information on the most miniscule of details to the largest of them. For the sake of time, these details include but are not limited to the person's genetic structure, their physical development, and again their overall health. The third step, cymatic modulation, involves the activation of the tempered, pico-scaled sonic therapy devices that emit cymatic sound waves which are finely tuned to only interact with the designated areas of the body at the genetic level. The fourth step involves using the sound waves to subtly modify the genetic code in a way that convinces the body to believe whatever is changed is completely natural, incorporating the chosen enhancements and corrections. Corrections that'll ensure only the desired genetic changes are made. Lastly, the fifth step involves closely monitoring the individual in the hospital rooms they are kept in during the recovery period, after the deactivation of the devices. With the person's consent, will be done to ensure that the genetic augmentations made onto the body have settled without hiccups. Any necessary adjustments will be made to maintain the health and well-being of the individual during their recovery period." End of the procedure. ⫸ "As the procedure reaches its end, the individual will be released from the hospital with an follow-up update notice that can be viewed via their Perädu Torqs. Depending on the magnitude of their augmentation through the Soma Carol procedure and the length of time it takes for the person to get use to the augmented part of their body, among other notable factors, they will either have to stay for a couple hours up to a few days in the hospital." (Optional) Default Augmentation: Quirk Zero, Bestiary Clade — Default Augmentation: First Quirk, Hermetic Metabolism — Default Augmentation: Second Quirk, Marsupialised Womb — *The womb now has two entrances, one from the vagina where fertilization occurs, and a significantly larger opening at the roof that gives pouch-like access to the womb. The baby developing inside of the womb still gets to grow in an amniotic sac (fed by a placenta) like they did before this modification. The opening at the roof of the womb remains sealed as the walls of the womb grows dense to support the growing baby, in that way letting the mother bypass any issues with ectopic pregnancies or endometriosis occuring in the same passage. As the baby approaches maturity, the interior of the womb and the exterior of the placenta morphs from mucous membranes to skin, the amniotic fluid drains, and the roof of the womb weakens. The movement of the fully developed baby opens the pouch which allows in an inrush of air that will trigger breathing and also seal off and safely detach the umbilical cord. Also the inrush of air after the baby is removed will trigger the body to begin reabsorbing the placenta and returning the womb to its non-pregnant state. Reverting it back to its smaller and thinner state. During this, the newborn baby can be removed so that he or she will be able to begin life as an independent individual. Default Augmentation: Third Quirk, Immortalized Memory — Default Augmentation: Fourth Quirk, Passeriformed Waste — Default Augmentation: Fifth Quirk, Somatic Diapause — Default Augmentation: Sixth Quirk, Equipollic Dimorphism — Default Augmentation: Seventh Quirk, Chnad System — Default Augmentation: Eighth Quirk, Endoxygenic Lungs — Default Augmentation: Ninth Quirk, Osseous Dentition — Default Augmentation: Tenth Quirk, Nacreoskeletal Integration — Additional information here. The integration of an intricate nerve and vascular network within this implant is yet another wonderful aspect of this augmentation. This integrated network enables moderately heightened sensory feedback, elevating the perception of touch, temperature, pressure, and other sensory stimuli. The connection between the skeletal system and the nervous system of the body thus is enhanced as well. Moreover this augmentation employs a controlled bone remodeling process. This implant releases specific signals and growth factors that stimulate the body's natural bone cells, which will gradually lead to the original bone being replaced with the nacre-infused bone. This process mimics the natural process of bone growth and regeneration, ensuring a seamless transition and long-term stability of the augmented skeletal system. More importantly above all and last but not least, this augmentation has returned a sense of "hygienic normalcy" the people of Galliadurm were temporarily deprived of. As with most folk, they got used to the teeth (or in this case bony ridge) being white. A sign of cleanliness. Default Augmentation: Eleventh Quirk, Sun-guarded Ocularization — Additional information here. Through enhanced muscle control and responsiveness, the eyes due in part to this augmentation can rapidly adjust their aperture to accommodate sudden changes in light intensity, affording proficient comfortability. However in spite of this, extreme conditions which include prolonged exposure to direct sunlight or extremely high-energy light sources are still a significant problem under normal circumstances. One may look, but one may not look for too long without protective eyewear. But further onto the good side of things, the potential problems that could crop up from dealing with individual variances and long-term effects have long since been approached and handled. So factors such as existing eye conditions, individual sensitivities, and genetic variations will not negatively affect this quirk's proficiency. As with all of the augmentations afforded to the Gallianese people, by default this augmentation comes tailored to each individual's unique requirements. Ensured it is to naturally fit with the body, due in part to the Soma Carols mentioned above. Default Augmentation: Twelfth Quirk, Phallic Snuggery — 2021, July 2nd revival XVI Since 1788 (Next post will come tomorrow.)) | |
The Intergalactic Federation of Roxium | Paradise Beach, Roxium Federation Augusta (Cape of Good Hope) Territory, Planet Augusta, Solar System Amaterasu-Gamma 3, Roxium Galactic District Volkron, Solania Galaxy, Galactic Union Sector Trigon, Augusta's Universe With all their legal documents, ID, and passport valid and in order, the agent is allowed through Roxium border control. The port of entry they used, a port in Paradise Beach, has a strange mixture of Japanese and tropical paradise vibes. People of various nationalities go about their days, many carrying souvenirs that a number of Roxium locals may find "tacky". Paradise Beach is a very tourist-oriented coastal city that was founded by some eccentric business man over 100 years ago. It was originally intended to cater to mainly foreign tourists, but things happened and Paradise Beach was forced to shift its priorities a bit. The port of entry used by the agent is towards the far-western edge of town, crammed between a large cargo/container port and the western end of the city's so-called "Caribbea Ward", a district/ward that was modeled after an "Idyllic Atlantis Caribbea Clan town" (Mixture of various Caribbean nations, mostly Cuba). Even within the port, a variety of alien races are present, as are numerous examples of Roxium products and culture. A nearby TV is showing a trailer for some anime movie, shops are selling stuff that ranges from fairly mundane/normal to bizarre (Even by Roxium standards), music that sounds a lot like traditional Chinese music but with some modern instruments thrown is heard playing over the loud speakers of a nearby restaurant, and that same restaurant has signs advertising something called a "Amai-Tsurai Gangnam Kraken Roll". Practically all the signs are bi-lingual, having text in both Augustan Common/English and a Roxium language called Pogashanese. Pogashanese text looks like Chinese, Japanese, and Korean writing, with the Chinese and Japanese writing forming one writing system, and the Korean writing forming another. Reaching the hospital the Galliadurman tourist is in should be easy, as said hospital is directly connected to the Paradise Beach Metro, as is the port the agent used to enter the Roxium Federation. Though trying to navigate said Metro might be a bit... difficult due to the Paradise Beach Metro system map being... convoluted. (Complex/convoluted transit maps are a problem in most Roxium urban areas, especially the megacities) Transmu-AA1-Azeroth-Worgen is known for its normally somewhat speedy transformation times (How long it takes for the transformation to happen from start to finish) and variable "Incubation times" (Time between initial infection/affliction and start of transformation). ???, Twisting Nether After what seemed like an eternity of hell, the tourist finally has a respite from the experiments. He is somehow still alive despite having his body ripped open and his innards shoved about (along with the Perädu Torq having been quite painfully ripped from his body). Fel corruption starting to affect what's left of his body is part of the reason why he isn't dead yet. Large chunks of flesh are missing, as are several organs. Much of his skin is gone, leaving muscle and bone exposed. Bits and pieces of some kind of strange black metal have been painfully grafted/fused to his body, largely to cover up some of the holes left over from the experiments. What remains of his skin has started taking on an unnatural, almost demonic, shade of red as his eyes and veins glow green with Fel... While the physical trauma my be over with for now, the mental trauma has only just begun... The experiments may have been somewhat disappointing, but the DDR still sees him as a valuable specimen... Unholy forces work to poke, prod, and torment his mind... Perhaps the DDR needs to take another approach to studying his Uqera node and Anasvapti... A more... magic-focused approach... | |
The Empire of Tyramon | (Honestly, I'm not really sure where this RP is going, but we'll see. One RP with Aeri about the formation of an alliance between one Tyramonian noble house and one Aerlanican one led to a werewolf raiding Tyramonian convoys while searching for their long-lost love and/or long-lost vampire friend that they left behind when escaping from the cult that was trying to enslave them and investigate their alien ancestry.) The Tyramonian delegation seemed relieved with this. | |
The Federation of Aerlanica | "It's a bit hard to hide a large pyramid in Low Planetary Orbit," Jonathan said in reply, "then again, the government must remain transparent; maintenance of public trust and so forth. But here we are, one vessel ready to take us to the planet's surface. And fear not; we Aerlanicans recognise the need for secrecy of planets." Once they entered the hangar, the Soldiers present slowly nodded towards the comments made by Kas'kalor. "We have seen large creatures such as yours," the Shakar spoke, "I have sung songs about those hunts, and heard many more. But to see one as big as you with feathers no less...it is new." "I haven't seen dragons outside of books and comics myself," one soldier commented, "let alone one that didn't immediately rip out the guts of any fella before them." "Let us be glad they are on our side, pity the parties who cross these such dragons, and avoid antagonising them to avoid more inconveniences." Jonathan commented. "While I am confident in our ability to hold our own against their nation, there's no need for violence between us." They boarded the freighter and a rather...lacklustre (at best) interior met them. It was in reality little more than a large cargo bay with some pillows, fabrics, cloths and soft materials covering a portion of it for the dragon. To compare it to what Kas'kalor had in the transports they rode in, or the ones held by Fivalia, would be too charitable to be logical. Then again, the Aerlanicans haven't exactly had to deal with large sentient creatures. Kressidia nodded. ****** Erwin slowly nodded with a smile. Erwin gently placed an arm around her. ****** Spencer nodded. Spencer swiftly checked on Ameli. He unfurled his book and plunged his face into it. ****** Nelly nodded. (Hey! Don't fret! Wherever the RP goes I'm sure it'll be a fun time!) ──── Steve's frills gently ruffled as he inspected the process of "skating", and he peered closely at the contraption foreign to him. With a flick of his tail, he nodded. Yoan looked over to the Aerlanicans and noticed their smirks; they appeared to know what skateboarding was, yet were participating in some mild schadenfreude with respect to the Lazarin's lack of knowledge As for Weaves-Tale, she explained; "I need water for my eggs that I will lay," she said, "I am not like Keeps-Fire, who can lay eggs on land. Thus, I need water to keep them safe, moist and at a proper heat." In response to Gulipas, Lewis raised an eyebrow. — Penelope gave an innocent smile to Tammy and shrugged. "When harmonise-" She flung a finger up as if to demonstrate, "-I nudge. Better harmonies, bigger nudges." She then held out her hands to Tammy and smiled warmly. "I show! Show Tam-my harmonise! Show Tam-my chorus!" — "No no no, you just brought up how you're unwell under our weather," Moesi says with eyes set on the snowy amazonian. "Uhm.. oh! We have skin screen suits that you could wear. Mom gave away her spare but I'm sure there's still some in the store. Paapa!" Moesi suddenly turns away from Wed'uina with the mind to ask Chisha about this. "Papa, may we get her one?" "If that's what she wants, did ya bring this by her first?" "I was going to, but I wanted to get permission from you first,~" Moesi exclaims with eyes once again trailing off towards his sister Mari this time as she makes her way into the kitchen to begin preparing the movie essentials. Karin didn't follow her and instead went up to her room so that she could oogle over her project one more time. Channa is still standing next to the door that has now been slid shut and locked. That bus could no longer be seen now, more because the driver had resumed on his route to the next stop for the youth in his presence. Why has she fallen silent? "Would you be alright with this, ultraterrestrial slushie?" nicknames now? Cool. "It won't take me long to get one for you, they're made to be one-size-fits-all.. as they say. Don't want you catching a heat stroke now." — Len furrowed their brow. They leapt atop the table and sat. | |
The Empire of Tyramon | The maid curtseyed and left. Kressidia was not disturbed further. ****** Vara sighed. ****** While Ameli was far from Iblion and Delegata, one could hardly say that she was alone as she sat, chained to the floor, in some strange cave. Swirling around her was a grey mist that was alive, the combined essence of countless failed sorcerers. Furthermore, life was being created continuously around her - plants, animals, even varieties of mold. But none of it was healthy; all of it was deformed and mutated horrendously. It seemed that Ameli was under some great stress, and was uncontrollably creating life as a strange sort of coping mechanism. ****** "It is near the center of the ship. It is a large glowing sphere, about as tall as you, and it is connected to the ship via a number of glowing wires." | |
The Meso-islander Polity of Galliadurm | ||
The Intergalactic Federation of Roxium | Paradise Beach, Roxium Federation Augusta (Cape of Good Hope) Territory, Planet Augusta, Solar System Amaterasu-Gamma 3, Roxium Galactic District Volkron, Solania Galaxy, Galactic Union Sector Trigon, Augusta's Universe Paradise Beach is a "Moderately Sized" (By Roxium standards) city. While not a megacity, it is still large enough to give places like Tokyo and Shanghai a run for their money. The hospital is located in the midst of a sea of dense Tokyo-esque developments situated between one of the main highrise-laden beach districts and the skyscraper-filled "Urban Core", a number of those skyscrapers exceeding a kilometer in height. A web of Japanese-style expressways runs throughout the city, as does a few railways other than the Metro. The hospital itself is nestled among a small cluster of Hong Kong-esque apartment towers, and is a complex of interconnected mid to highrise buildings. Atop the hospital's tallest buildings are landing pads for shuttles. The agent arrived just as an ambulance was being dispatched, specifically to the scene of a traffic incident a few blocks away. The agent may or may not have seen the incident unfold, said incident being a collision between a tram/streetcar and a car driven by someone who was being reckless. (Driver was speeding and ran a red light before crashing into the tram.) Inside the hospital, the agent is brought to where the tourist is being held. The tourist is currently hooked-up to several medical magitek devices that are monitoring all the vitals. One of the doctors states that they're currently trying to suppress the tourist's immune system in an attempt at avoiding a likely fatal Immuno-Transmu Shock reaction. They've also put the tourist to sleep/under anesthesia so they don't have to deal with any "Extreme Pain" resulting from their immune system affecting the transformation. Speaking of transformation... The fur has by now spread across the tourist's entire body, and their limbs have started shifting. Their head is also starting to shift, as seen by their face and ears being noticeably... longer. ???, Twisting Nether The DDR are no strangers to having experiments go horribly wrong. As for their "Homeworld"... The Twisting Nether is a parallel plane of reality, its own universe with its own countless, functionally infinite, worlds. The annihilation of a single world, or even several, is but a drop in the bucket... The DDR regularly rips apart (And sometimes reforms) entire worlds in many of their experiments, particularly the more recent ones involving their attempts at using Primaeri tech. Sensing the strong... "Magics" of the Anasvapti, the DDR decides to back off on using Fel magic. Meanwhile, that tourist's mind is likely starting to crack under the constant torture. There's a very good possibility that the tourist's mind will shatter soon, their sanity being destroyed in the process... Remembering what happened with that other tourist, some of the demons are wondering if it's possible to weaponize that violent reaction between Anasvapti and Fel, to turn any person with Anasvapti into a living bomb... | |
The Empire of Tyramon | "Well, no alcohol, nor another other mind-altering chemicals. But regardless, water is not a major issue at the moment, just food. Simply provide what basic foods you can in great quantities. That is all we ask." | |
The Federation of Aerlanica | Kressidia got her affairs prepared for a nights rest and then retired to slumber for the night. Then, in the morning, she sought out Henrin once more seeking to meet the viper wolves she would lead on this expedition. ****** Erwin sighed and nodded in agreement. ****** Spencer sighed, steeled himself and gripped his book. With a flash of light, we was gone. ** *** ** Spencer appeared in the vague vicinity of Ameli, stumbling over and falling flat on his stomach. ****** "And this small core within this centre of the ship, it will go unnoticed if I get rid of it, yes?" Nelly asked, "Is there anything I need to know about disconnecting it? Any, fail safes or secret traps I need to know of?" The Aerlanicans all looked about perplexed at the events that just occurred before them. Not really sure what to make of the situation or of the sudden departure eastward. — Penelope looked confused over Tammy's response with respect to the anomaly, and seemed...somewhat perplexed and disappointed; perplexed over Tammy's statement, and disappointed over either a lack of drive to understand, or an incorrect conclusion. However she wore her emotions on her face as she now sat herself cross legged on the chair. "How about we see what Yimmi is doing? Or something else fun, I'm game~." Penelope nodded with a smile, however Upon seeing Laith enter the room Penelope's eyes ignited with joy. "LAITH!" She squealed happily. Tammy and Laith felt a surge of joy and elation as Penelope's emotions "leaked" into her surroundings. She swiftly leapt from her sitting area and charged forth, bringing Laith into a hug; Laith also felt her briefly squeeze him too tightly before easing off, consciously making an effort to ensure she did not harm him. "Laith...am...sorry for being...not nice." She said with a frown. "you ok?" — (Yeah haha, I'll live :P) Wed'uina scratched her chin and motioned to Chisha. She nodded. — Len frowned as they ruffled their tail feathers. Then, with a slow nod, they turned to Laum. "I would like to learn more about your bodies. Certainly the Primaeri are...well...like us they are very much genetically altered to be how they are, but I suppose I would like to hear about how you have been tailored to become...well...you. Then I will look into my own body and my polymorphing into a "hominin" as you say." | |
The Empire of Tyramon | She quickly found Henrin, who led her to a fenced-in area with a dozen small cages, each one containing a viper wolf. ****** "Perhaps. But I don't really know what I would do in that case. I'd probably still be in the military or some intelligence agency. I'm not much good for anything else." ****** All around Spencer was a swirling gray mist. Some of the mist seemed centered on Ameli, some now centered on Spencer, but also the mist swirled around a number of the deformed creatures and a few of the plants that were certainly out of place. These creatures crawled around, often dragging nonfunctional body parts behind them. Plants grew rapidly and also died, seemingly at random. One thorny vine wrapped around Spencer's leg, its thorns trying to pierce his skin. ****** "Well, the ship will no longer be able to fly. Disconnecting the wires and moving it is quite safe. But you should return the core to my people - it is a sacred gift from Savareon, and to lose one is a great disrespect to him and what he did for us." | |
The Federation of Aerlanica | Kressidia walked into the area and looked to the wolves. Addressing them in their tongue, she spoke. "Hello, I am here to lead you and bring you all into my pack. In return to your loyalty you will be given much food and drink, and comfortable bedding to rest on. But, you must follow me in my campaigns against those who would wish you all wiped out. I wish for your loyalty nonviolently, but will be willing to show you my strength to lead." ****** "Well, I always though I could make board games once I retire from the military," Erwin commented with a shrug, "it's a small hobby I have, but it's something I wish to expand upon. Perhaps you could focus on a hobby of yours...do you have any? Even a minor interest?" ****** Despite being half celestial, Spencer's skin was not that much stronger than that of a normal human. While more effort had to be made, incisions cut into Spencer's leg causing some noticeable bleeding. With a yelp, and with blood seeping through his pant leg at a noticeable but not life-threatening rate. Spencer attempted to wrestle the Thorns off telekinetically; he wasn't too sure about the mist and if it had any flammable properties to it, but he assumed that simply throwing the vine off would at least avoid any unintended repercussions. ****** Nelly nodded. She nodded. With that, she winked out of existence to reappear in the vessel at the location described. | |
The Empire of Tyramon | The wolves reactions were varied. Some seemed willing to go along with it, some were hesitant, and a few clearly wished to challenge Kressidia and/or rip her to shreds. ****** "Hmm...viper wolf training, perhaps? Historically that is also a military pursuit, but reasonably viper wolves might find other uses, perhaps simply as defending livestock from wild wolfpacks." ****** As he tried to remove the vine, and as each thorn was pulled upon, the thorn released a pain-causing chemical into Spencer, as if to punish him for or dissuade him from trying to remove the thorns. The thorns were barbed, and removing them would be very painful. However, the vine broke off below his foot. He could now move, and could go to save Ameli now, or he could try to remove the part of the vine that was still wrapped around him, which would be extremely painful. ****** She found a two-meter-diameter glowing orb, with a couple dozen glowing filaments connected to it. She found that she could quite easily remove the filaments, which then darkened as if losing power or something similar. Soon, the orb was fully disconnected. Curiously, the orb seemed to float, providing its own antigravity, making it somewhat easier to move around, though it was still quite heavy, so inertia would make moving still somewhat difficult. But it was doable, not to mention that she had no trouble teleporting it. | |
The Federation of Aerlanica | The wolves reactions were varied. Some seemed willing to go along with it, some were hesitant, and a few clearly wished to challenge Kressidia and/or rip her to shreds. Kressidia motioned to the wolves who reacted positively as she turned to the handlers. She addressed the wolves who only wanted to challenge her, not rip her to shreds, and spoke. "You will receive your challenge, for now, rest well and eat well, we shall duel in the morning...to you- she turned to those who only wanted her death, -who want violence, I will show you the cost of your pettiness and hatred; demanding that I prove my right to rule is one thing, but wanting my death is unacceptable." She addressed all the wolves now. "Learn this well, if you follow me and you will find good comforts. Disobey me, and you will have such comforts stripped from you." ****** "You could also always run a sanctuary for Viper Wolves, or perhaps do some shows demonstrating the intellect and skill of them. I'm sure many would benefit from learning about Viper Wolves and their unique way of living. Something more...civilian...so to speak." ****** Spencer was no stranger to pain, and while they were certainly a major distraction, Spencer was still able to recognise that having this vine continue to cause him agony in such a way would threaten many mishaps with his spells; while the chemicals failed to get much root on Spencer due to his resistance to toxins, the barbed thorns sticking into him were painful enough. As such, Spencer produced a small shard of condensed magic, about the size of a pen knife, and began to gently cut the vine around his leg into smaller pieces. Then, he individually extricated the small fragments of vine in a slow, controlled manner as to avoid unnecessary damage even if it caused blood to be spilt. ****** Nelly grimaced at how big the orb was; it would be impossible to hide. But, a deal was a deal, and so she placed her hand on the orb and disappeared. After hiding it (in a secretive location) she withdrew back to her quarters. "I did not expect it to be so large; they will notice something missing." Nelly said tersely. | |
The Empire of Tyramon | One of the rip-to-shreds viper wolves spoke up. ****** "Sanctuary? Why would they need a sanctuary?" ****** It was painful, but Spencer managed to remove the vine. The path to Ameli was sufficiently clear. ****** "Yes, perhaps. But it is necessary to remove the core, or else these...Tyramonians that you speak of may manage to use the core to build a ship." | |
The Federation of Aerlanica | "I am no such individual," Kressidia replied calmly, "Nor would I consider stripping viper wolves from their families. I lead only those who wish to follow, not those who do not. If you'd rather wander across the desert in search for your pack, then so be it, but I am offering you an avenue to no longer be treated like this, to be caged. If you wish for blood and violence, then if you follow me, you may sink your teeth into as many humans as you wish, but as you can clearly see I am not those who stole you from your pack." ****** "I suppose we must...will I see you tonight?" Erwin asked. ****** Spencer left behind the bloodied pieces of vine and fabric and made his way to Ameli. "Hello, I'm Spencer, I'm here to rescue you." He said hastily as he began to give a once over of the chains binding Ameli. ****** "I suppose so...but they will notice something is missing, and suspect something is amiss. You must come up with a cover story swiftly that can explain the sudden disappearance of a two meter wide sphere." | |
The Empire of Tyramon | Several wolves, particularly among the rip-to-shreds group but also some of the challenger group, began voicing their desire to return to their packs. Only a few preferred vengeance. The rest were alright with forming a new pack, even without vengeance. ****** "Sure, why not?" ****** (Oh, have they not met before? Huh, I didn't realize that. Regardless...) Ameli was unresponsive clearly...distressed in some way. The chains were steel and enchanted to protect against any form of magic breaking them - hence why Ameli could not simply break the chains herself. But, if Spencer could muster more power than that of a Sorcerer, it should be quite easy to free Ameli. ****** "A cover story? I'm not sure...clearly, we had the orb when we were captured, as that was our means of movement. Perhaps we can say that we ejected it out into space as we were being captured." |